Gay Erotic Stories

My First Bogey It was my dad's idea that I should take a job during the summer. A good paying job was all I wanted, but there sure weren't many of those available. A friend from school told me he was caddying at a local country club and the pay was pretty decent. "You just have to make sure the golfer you hook up with isn't a jerk, that's all," he said. "You could end up with nothing." The guy I ended up with my first time was a prize catch who wanted me driving an electric cart rather than carrying his clubs. Then he was always stopping for refreshments for me, paying for them himself, and thanking me for every little courtesy. I didn't have a cap to wear in the hot sun, so he bought me one. I wasn't permitted to eat in the club dining room until he spoke up for me, then invited me to sit at his table. "I'd hang on to him, if I were you," another caddy said when he saw all the money I got for that guy. Hanging on to him was all I thought about. I followed him into the locker room then into a steam room. The second I sat down in front of him, he began rubbing the nape of my neck and my back. "Bet that feels good?" he whispered. When I agreed that it did feel good, he had me lean back between his legs so he could hold me in his arms. My dick stiffened. He saw it, reached for it, and began stroking it. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, and began kissing my neck and shoulders. What I couldn't say at that moment encouraged him to ask me to caddy for him the following weekend. "We could be a team, you and I," he said. I couldn't say no. He was a good looking young man in his thirties, generous with his money, and he thought I was "gorgeous." No way could I say no. "So, what do you say? You want to team up?" I leaned back against him, brought his mouth down to mine, and kissed him. "Mmm, you're a pretty good kisser," he said. "I'll bet you tell that to all the caddies," I laughed. No, just Eddie, Ryan, and a couple of others. "He's a pretty good golfer, but he comes here to make out with the caddies," nineteen-year-old Eddie told me. "He's got this thing for good looking caddies, I think, because he lives close by. He flashes a lot of money to get your attention, then gets you alone with him in a steam room or a shower. Tell me, did he buy you a cap and shirt?" "Uh . . . yeah." "What did you do for him in return?" "Uh, guess."