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### The Golf Course Cock Tees

Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1999 19:38:04 PDT
From: Jack Doegh <cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Golf Course Cock Tees

The Golf Course COCK TEES
By Jack Doegh    comments welcome:  cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com


I had moved the family from Florida to Chicago upon my promotion to a vice
presidency in my brokerage company.  It meant more money, greater prestige,
more responsibility and, of course, much colder weather.

My wife and kids all seemed to embrace the money and influence but were
having greater difficulty in adjusting to the months of windy, snowy,
slushy, over-cast days.  In West Palm Beach, we each had become greatly
involved in all types of outdoor activities and rarely felt any
interruption in our sports schedules throughout the sunny year.  Even on
rainy days, we'd run about in shorts and Tommy Hilfiger gear complaining
that the sixty degree winds were "bone chilling".  We were, climatically,
spoiled.

We moved to the suburb of Hinsdale, an affluent, charming, middle-American
village with the best schools and smallest backyards for the money.  Most
residents wanted to write "Hinsdale" on their return addresses and were
willing to pay the price.

The first few months living in the area, we were all kept occupied by the
move.  It had come just prior to the holidays, so that first winter,
despite the bitter snows, was a busy one.  We were able to enjoy a "real"
wintry-white Christmas and entertained my wife's parents for Christmas
through the end of January.  We were fortunate to have purchased a large
home and didn't seem to mind spending more time indoors enjoying the wide
screen t.v., enormous chef's kitchen and master spa baths throughout.  We
found ourselves shivering but seduced by a luxurious "couch potato"
lifestyle.

That is, until, Spring arrived.  The fresh warm breezes almost smelled like
the ocean and made even me long for our Floridian lifestyle.  My wife, Sue,
had immediately joined a tennis club upon our arrival and said she enjoyed
the indoor courts.  As she had just become 42,like myself, she was also
trying to manage her skin and keep out of the sun.  She said she was glad
to play indoors and not be "stuck" under the sun playing her favorite game.

My daughter, Kim, decided all sports were not in keeping with her new
semi-rebellious high school sophomore status and mostly hung out at
Oakbrook Mall with her new clique of girlfriends. Despite her recently
"butched" hair, I was glad she'd made so many friends over the winter and
was relieved the transition was a smoother one for her than I'd expected.

My son, Jim, who turned 14 on New Years, took after me. As I'd come in from
work at 6:30, he'd be right on me saying he wanted to do somthing
"physical": that he wanted to swim or golf or do some of the things he'd
become so accustomed to in Florida.  To say, we had cabin fever would be an
understatement.

Jim had rather amazed me over the winter months. Though only 14, he had
shot up three inches to reach just 4 inches​【10 cm】 shy of my height of 6'3"​【1,9 m】.  He
was still lanky but that seemed as much a result of genetics as his youth.
Even at 42, I was still rather lanky though my greater muscularity had
replaced the tinge of gangliness which Jim still wore.  There was never any
denying that Jim was my son.  Even as a baby, he had my stare in his green
eyes and his medium brown hair-color was an exact match for my own, though
now I was spotting greater frequency of gray hairs.

Kim was her mother, blonde and pretty, when she smiled.  At 5'2"​【1,6 m】, they were
both petite women and in the locker room at my health club, I'd
occasionally get a bold acquaintance ask how a woman as small as my wife
learned to handle a big man like myself.  I'd laugh and say "plumbing can
run for miles even in a small sink".

As March approached, my boss mentioned there would be a fund-raiser at the
country club's golf course.  A sort of celebrity tournament but all the
celebrities would be corporate VIPs.  Having learned my trade on the golf
courses of Florida, I'd closed most deals playing the game, so I was placed
on the committee to arrange the big event.

The courses in the area were excellent and one was exceptional.  We
contracted to use the course for a weekend in early May.  For all my hard
work, my Board of Directors gave me a full membership to the country club.
This was a way of saying thank you as well as a ploy to make sure our plans
would not be cancelled.

So, in April, I got back to the greens.  I was off Wednesday mornings and
would play.  Sue allowed me to choose either a Saturday or Sunday, but not
both, to devote to golf and the club in general.  Even in West Palm Beach,
Sue had a semi- "anti-country club" mentality. She'd been a former Peace
Corps worker and often was torn between life's luxuries and social reform.
I, on the other hand, was quite comfortable enjoying the finer things in
life.  As I paid enormous taxes, supported two healthy kids and gave
generously to the catholic church, I felt unapologetic for utilitizing a
country club.

The first two weekends of membership, Sue and the kids came to enjoy the
pool and tennis courts.  Jim played nine holes with me the first Saturday
but bowed out the next nine to join his sister at the pool.

But then Sue decided she preferred her new friends at the tennis club near
the house and Kim got mad that she could ask only two friends at a time to
join us at the country club. Jim, being 14 and without a driver's license,
could only get there if we all went on the weekend.  So after the first few
visits, I found myself going to the country club alone.

Fortunately, I was meeting several wheelers and dealers on the greens.
Quickly, I was invited to join a regular foursome of my boss and two major
CEOs.  What I lacked in title, I made up for in golf skill.  For each
round, especially on Wednesday mornings, we'd share two caddies.  My boss
and I had one and the other would accompany our competitors.  There were
fewer caddies on the weekdays since most were high school and college aged
kids working for the summer.  There were three senior caddies but their
daily rates made them nearly inaccessible unless one was Arnold Palmer.

After the big tournament, my boss and I decided to reward the boy who had
been our caddy with the gig of being our regular caddie throughout the
season.  He'd handed my boss an iron which he swore made us win the game.
I thought it seemed a fairly routine choice, but who was I to deflect
praise from a 16 year old kid?

So, we'd ask for Austin whenever we'd set a tee-time.  On Wednesdays, we
had a standing tee-time and Austin was always slated to work as our caddie.
He was a very sharp skid and quite good-looking.  It surprised me to hear
that he'd dropped out of school amd my boss and I would spend hours on the
course trying to encourage him to get back into school.  But he said he was
happy and making a buck and that school didn't fit his "lifestyle".  He was
making good money if our tips were any indicator but seeing a young man who
reminded me of my own son, drop out, bothered the parent within me.

It was in early June that my life in the country club set began to
dramatically change.  Sue and the kids would come with me on weekday
evening to swim and dine but generally never wanted to come on the
weekends. It was a Tuesday night and I'd gone into the men's locker room to
take a leak while the family was at the pool.  I stepped up to a urinal,
hauled out my cock from my black speedo and started a mean piss.  A man I'd
seen many times on the golf course came in and stepped up to one of the
urinals further down.  We each stared at the tile before us when he said,
"How's the pool?"

I had nearly forgotten I was wet and dripping and nearly naked compared to
this bald, beefy man in sweatpants and sweatshirt.  "Great," I replied.
"My wife and kids are really enjoying it..."

"I've been playing squash...," he said.

I finished urinating and stuffed my cock back into my swimsuit.  I could
tell he took a long side-long glance at me.  Since I was a kid, I'd gotten
used to guys looking at my cock in the gym.  I hung nearly 6 inches​【15 cm】 soft
and had to agree, I'd probably look at another guy with my same equipment.
It wasn't gay so much as curious about dick-size.

I saw him discreetly continue to look at the mound in my speedos as I
walked past him to the sinks.  Soon, I was joined by him at the next sink.
"Name's Bill", he said as he soaped his hands.  "I'm president of Linc-Sys
Software in Oakbrook".  I nodded at the man, who appeared to be in his late
fifties. "I'm Jack ", I replied, "I head PR at Rottwein and Smythe
Brokerage."  Bill grinned, "No, shit, you got all my money over there!"  As
we each dried our hands, we shook hands briefly.

"Well, " Bill continued, "you certainly keep in shape for a guy with a desk
job..."

"Yeah, thanks", I said but wouldn't maintain myself without a regular
workout.  I felt strangely comfortable with Bill even though I was still
dripping chlorinated water.

"Well, I must admit," Bill added, "I've seen you nearly every Wednesday
morning. My foursomes tee-time is just after yours."  Then he paused for a
long silence.  "And I see you got Austin those days..."

"Yeah, he's a great caddie and a great kid", I said.

Bill smirked a bit. "He's a great kid...I like that."

I must have looked at Bill strangely in the mirror before us. He had such
an odd tone as he said that.

Bill looked about the empty locker room and then whispered looking at my
reflection. "You know...you givin' him any extra ...tips?"

I frowned in total confusion.

Bill saw I was lost with his line of questioning.  "Austin, you know..."
and Bill smiled.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't know...", I muttered.  "What are you talking
about?"

"Never mind", Bill replied.  "Forget it..."  He continued to smile.

"Okay", I said, "Now you have me confused and curious...what about Austin?"

Billed again glanced around the empty room and whispered, "I just
figured...well, looking at you...your build...he'd have let you...tip him
like the others..."

"I truly have NO idea what your talking about, Bill.", I said.

"Okay, listen..and don't get offended...", Billed leaned toward me and
whispered. "You never heard the kid's a slut?"

I must have appeared shocked.  The thought had never occured to me in any
of my dealings with Austin.  "He's a SLUT? What's that supposed to mean?",
I asked, now nervous and edgy.  My skin was getting gooseflesh from the
line of dialogue as well as the cool air on my wet skin.

"Oh. come on...", Bill smirked, "the kid's done every man in the club..."

"That's ridiculous!", I said in Austin's defense. "that sounds like a
horrible rumor."

"Aint no rumor, Jack...", Bill then whipsered so softly I had to lean into
him. " I been here when he's ...providing services...you never knew that?"

"NO, I NEVER knew that", I stated emphatically.

"Slip him a fifty and see what happens one day...", Bill continued.  "I
don't mean to offend you, thought in case you ever need some after-golf
"relief" you might want to know..."

"No thanks", I said. "I'm married with two kids..."

Bill laughed, "Who isn't married here?  I been married 29 years but it's
hard to pass up a good blow."

"I gotta get back to the pool...nice meetin' you Bill...different strokes
for different folks, I guess", I tried to give him the quick blow-off
without alienating him in case our paths would cross again at the club or
in business.

"If you don't believe me...be here at 10am Wednesday.", he called out as I
headed to the door that led out to the pool area.

I jumped into the water and swam four lengths, trying to get the discomfort
of the conversation which had just transpired out of my head.  Why had Bill
approached me that way.  I certainly hoped he didn't think I'd be
interested even if all he'd said were true.  Maybe he insinuated the wrong
idea seeing me in a speedo.  Since I'd been on my college swim team, I'd
always opted for a speedo.  I never thought of it as a fashion statement
but perhaps I'd better start wearing something a bit more modest to the
club.

The rest of the weekend was spent planting a new garden and driving Kim and
Jim to the mall.  I had a busy Monday and Tuesday at work and was seriously
contemplating skipping the golfgame on Wednesday simply to have some
solitude.  Deep down, I feared I was sub-consciously avoiding the club
after what Bill had said.

I told my boss Alan on Tuesday morning I didn't think I'd be able to make
the golf outing and he immediately jumped on my words. "You HAVE to be
there, Jack....", he said emphatically. "Riley over at Dabson, Inc is
bringing Mr. Yamichi who's in from Tokyo...we have to be there."

My boss had also become a good friend, our relationship bonded with all the
golf games, so I knew he was not merely using this power to coerce me into
playing.  I hated to disappoint him as he'd been so generous with me, so I
agreed to be there.

Alan was a handsome man in his early 60's.  He just looked like your
stereo-typical corporate CEO, well-groomed, Irish, powerful presence.  I
had met his wife of 35 years at a dinner once and found her to be a
look-a-like for Barbara Bush.  Alan was always talking about his six kids
and their accomplishments.  A large photograph of his clan hung in his
office.

So Wednesday morning, as was the regular routine on that morning, I awoke
at 6, showered, put on a jock and khaki Dockers with a white polo shirt and
headed to the club.  After a quick sip of coffee and a half a bagel in the
golf course cafe, I met Alan and the rest of the our foursome on the first
tee.  I was consummed with making niceties with Mr, Yamichi and hardly
noticed Austin talking to the other caddie.  Again, maybe I was avoiding
him.

As we played a good game, Riley said he was taking Mr. Yamichi downtown
right afterward to show him Sears Tower and the Art Institute. So they'd
not be joining us for breakfast.  Austin was his friendly self and yet I
noticed him looking at my boss and smiling.  Maybe I was just reading into
things.  That's why I especially hated rumor and gossip.  The words, true
or not, stuck in one's mind.

As we finished the 18th hole, Riley and Mr. Yamichi bade their farewells
and thanks and headed back to the locker room.  Alan and I usually went
right into the restaurant from the last green for breakfast.  I slipped
Austin his usual tip and then paid the other caddie as a courtesy to our
partners who had lost.  Austin said thanks and went in the direction of the
locker rooms.

Alan was thanking me for coming and that I ought to stick around after
breakfast.  He knew it was usually my thing to get right back home and
shower and change there.  Especially with the whole family being home
during summer, I enjoyed spending a few hours with them before I had to
stop in at the office at 2pm.  It was already quarter to ten.

"I'd better get home", I said.

"You got a change of clothes in your locker...", Alan said knowingly since
his assigned locker was right next to mine." Just change here and I'll give
you the rest of the day off as a thanks for making Yamichi agree to come in
tomorrow and sign those papers...I have to get something from my briefcase
anyway..."

"Okay...thanks, Alan", I said, happy to know I'd have the rest of the
afternoon.

We headed to the clubhouse and as we walked, I called my house. "Hi Kimmy,
is mom there?  Okay, well, let them know I'll be home in a while but then
we'll do somthing this afternoon...yeah, Mr.Kennedy is giving me the
day...okay...see you later...be sure to tell your mother..."  I hung up my
cellphone as we entered the locker room.

"Meet you in a sec", Alan said as he rounded a corner to where the urinals
were.  I went over to my locker and unlocked it.  I started stripping off
my golf attire glad I always left a second set of clothes at the club for
just such unexpected things.

Alan returned and also began stripping.  He still had a good build for a
man his age and it was strangely odd to be getting naked with my boss
suddenly.  I glanced at the large round clock in the locker room and it
read 10 a.m.  There were a few other men in the room but no sign of Austin
or any strange activity.  I began to think that Bill was merely saying all
those things about the boy to encourage me into saying something.  Maybe
Bill was the cocksucker.

I stood naked in front of my locker gathering my soap and shampoo when Alan
said, "I always know what makes a man cocky on the course...takes some cock
to be that cocky", he laughed momentarily looking at my long, flaccid
dick. "What's that get to be...", he continued, laughing, "...a nine iron??"

I laughed, knowing Alan was just making guy-talk and I wasn't oblivious to
the fact that I had the biggest cock I'd seen at the club thus far. "Nope",
I retorted, "it's an 11 WOOD" We both laughed uncomfortably and headed to
the showers.  As I stepped under one of the 18 showerheads, I spotted Bill
among the other 7 men in the shower room.  He nodded at me in
acknowledgement and seriously stared at my cock.  I turned to face the wall
but the brief episode had not escaped Alan's notice.

"Looks like ya got yourself an admirer there, Jack", Alan whispered through
a smirling laugh. I turned crimson, embarrassed to have had my boss witness
a homosexual pass. I rinsed the soap from my hair and continued to face the
wall waiting for everyone to exit.  Suddenly several showerheads were
turned off and the other men began to leave the shower room.

"Meet you down stairs, Alan?", Bill said as he exited.

"I'll be down there in a few...", Alan meekly replied.

That was strange I thought.  Alan and my cock admirer knew one another?

The men went down the stairs in the locker room which lead to the men's
sauna and massage tables.

Before I even had an opportunity to ask, Alan offered, "He's a VIP at
Linc-Sys...they have a lot of accounts with us...." He apparently was
uncomfortable in letting me know he knew Bill.

"Oh," I said acting as if I'd never met Bill.  Then I started laughing.
"Never know what's in those accounts..."

"Yeah", Alan laughed, relieved I was laughing. "Who cares what they like to
fuck as long as the money's real."

We both turned off our showers as two other men entered.  "Downstairs...
gimme three minutes", one of them said to Alan.  I was perplexed.  Both men
looked me up and down and then added, "Is he okay?"

My boss just nodded and turned red-faced.  He could see I was perplexed.

"He'll have to cough up another fifty for what he's sporting", the other
man said.  He was like his friend, late thirties, football player build
slightly balding.  I saw him glance at my exposed cock and quickly stopped
drying myself and instead wrapped the towel around my waist.  The two men
proceeded to the showers and Alan and I returned to our lockers.

"So, you going home, Jack?", Alan asked me with a hopeful tone.

"Yes, I guess so...", I replied, again toweling my hair now that we were
out of sight of the other men.  "Thanks Alan for the rest of day...you
staying?"

"Yeah", he muttered,"I...usually take a sauna and all now...say hello to
Sue and the kids though...".  My boss was the most flustered I had ever
seen him.  He wrapped his towel around himself and headed to the short,
carpeted flight of stairs.

A moment later, I spotted the other two men also head downstairs.

Now my curiosity was piqued.  I had taken a sauna a couple of times after
swim night and knew it was large but never realized it was popular.  For a
fleeting moment, I wondered if it was a secret gay hang-out but knowing
Alan so well and realizing he was a Christian and a family man such as
myself, I refused to let such a thought overcome me.

But as I pulled out a pair of jockey shorts to slip into, I also remembered
what Bill had said and it was indeed just after 10 a.m..  Strangely a shot
of adrenaline coursed through me and I felt my loins twitch.  I'd never had
a homosexual desire but I was suddenly taken with a sense of sexual
curiosity as to what all these men were doing on a Wednesday morning in a
sauna.

As if possessed, I put the underwear back on the shelf, locked my locker
and again wrapped myself in my wet towel. My heart beat faster and I was
actually nervous.  I had never felt nervous like this before -- especially
in a locker room.  Maybe my imagination was taking over.  I thought of what
I'd say upon entering the sauna if Alan asked why I'd stayed.  I briefly
rehearsed, "Oh, I figured I had a few minutes..."  Lame but it would work.

I padded down the six steps to the lower level.  It was extremely quiet. No
one was utilizing a massage table.  In fact there was always a sign on the
wall that stated one had to make an appointment, etc...with one of the
club's licensed masseurs.  The sauna itself had a door to a large
antechamber where one could leave one's sandals or towels or swimsuits.
There were 4 or five white towels on the hooks and two pairs of boxer
swimsuits.  I dedided to keep my towel around my hips.

I approached the door to the sauna itself and was a bit surprised to find
it crowded with what had to be twenty men.  I wasn't expecting it to be so
crowded and for a moment almost backed out of the two-tiered sauna. I felt
forty eyes on me and one could have cut the silence with a knife.

Suddenly, I heard Alan call out my name. "Jack...over here."  I looked up
and tried to focus my attention to one corner of the room.  Alan sort of
motioned to a space on the bench beside him. "There's room here", he said.

"We'll MAKE room...", someone said.  Everyone softly laughed.  I crossed
the long sauna and stepped up to the spot beside my boss on the second
shelf.  It was much warmer up there but I was glad to have a spot to sit.
Apparently nothing had been going on and I'd have looked like an ass
declining to enter the room.

"So, you decided to sweat a bit before heading home", Alan said.  It was so
crowded there was no ability to have even a whispered conversation.  The
rest of the men sat staring at the floor and their feet or glancing about
the room.  It was an odd silence.  As I got my bearings, I looked about the
sauna.  Bill was on the level below us and looked the most relaxed.  The
two men in their 30's who'd entered the showers after Alan and I sat on the
lower bench, without towels, legs spread extremely wide.  I though to
myself, "Well, some guys certainly are comfortable with public nudity..."
To me their cocks looked thickened and at half mast.  I quickly diverted my
glance since I preferred not to be seen checking out another man's
equipment.

That's when I spotted a familiar face also on the lower level.  It was
Austin!  What the hell was Austin doing in the members locker room, let
alone their sauna?  The caddies had their separate locker room near the
employees lounge and supposedly no one under 18 was allowed in the men's
locker room.  There was a boy's locker room adjacent.

Several minutes passed and I was sweltering.  I could see most of the other
men also dripping in sweat and almost looking like they'd pass out.  Yet no
one left.  In fact, two more men had entered and crammed into any open spot
they could find.  Now I was extremely curious. SOMETHING was going on but I
couldn't figure it out to save my life. I wanted to exit and splash cold
water on myself but stayed to see what might happen.

After a few minutes of what appeared to be a stale-mate, it was one of the
30-something linebackers who leaned back a bit and startd slowly stroking
himself.  Still no one left or said anything.  Then his buddy started
masturbating and then Bill.  Confidence soon spread around the room as no
one seemed to complain nor exit. I sat there, covered, watching the scene
unfold.  I'd heard of men jo-ing together in a locker room but had never
participated in such things.  I was most amazed as I had counted 23 men in
the sauna.

"Come on, Austin...get busy", a man my age said as he stood up and stepped
down to the floor near the smoldering fire.  Silently, Austin rose and
stepped over to this apparent businessman. "Sorry, men, but I gotta get
back to the office.", he said as he pushed Austin to his knees and stuck
his hard cock into the boy's mouth.

My jaw must have dropped and Alan leaned over to me.  "Want to leave?"

I sat there and looked for words.

"Hardly looks like he wants to leave", the man to my right said. "Look at
that fucking rod!"

I glanced down and indeed, even to my astonishment, my cock had opened the
towel and rigidly throbbed at it's full 11 inches​【28 cm】.  'Shit', I thought, 'My
fuckin boss has now seen my goddamn erection', but as I went to try to
conceal my hardon, Alan reached over and wrapped his hand around my thick
shaft.

"Whoa...", he muttered. "I have never seen a dick that big, Jack."  I
stared at him as he looked into my face. "Do you mind me doing this?"

I just continued to stare at him and at his hand grasping my pulsating
cock.  No one had ever felt my cock other than my wife.  And here I
suddenly found myself in the hands of another man...and my boss!

Alan silently stroked my long shaft. "You are an 11 wood...", he muttered.
Just then, the man whosat on my right reached over and took hold of my
balls.

"Big hefty nuts, too", this stranger said.  For a moment, I thought of
running out of the room, quitting my job and returning to Florida, but Alan
sensed my tension.  He rubbed his other hand along my abs and pubes, a
natural relaxant.  I closed my eyes and threw my head back a bit.

"That's it", Alan said. "Just relax and enjoy the feeling..."  I opened my
eyes briefly and saw Austin giving head to three or four men who stood over
him.  Apparently, Bill had not been exaggerating about the teen-aged
caddie.  I spotted Bill as he moved in the group surrounding the boy and
got up behind him.  "Let me in here", Bill said as he dropped to his knees
behind the kid.  "Open that ass, Austin", he demanded. "My fifty's in your
hat over there..."

I looked to the corner near the door and saw the baseball cap Austin always
wore sitting on a ledge filled with bills. 'No wonder the kid could afford
to be a drop-out', I thought to myself as Alan and the other man continued
to masturbate me.  I again closed my eyes, figuring I may as well enjoy it
as long as I'd stepped into this homo-scene already.  And my cock did need
some relief.

Suddenly, I felt something wet and warm on the head of my cock.  My eyes
popped open and I saw Alan sucking my penis into his mouth.  I was floored.
I figured a little man-to-man jacking off might be okay but was not
prepared for any of this, let alone my boss sucking me off!  I'd never had
a blowjob before from anyone.Even Sue claimed she couldn't fit my extra
large cock into her mouth and her few feeble attempts had always left me
unsatisfied.

Now here I was in a hot sauna with a man putting my cock into his mouth and
another two dozen men engaging in homosexual activity all around me.
Despite me tension and hesitation, I had not felt an erection this hard in
a great long while.

Alan Lifted his lips and and said, "I've wanted to do this since you came
on board" and again dove onto my cock.  The other man called to two men on
his other said., "Look at the beaut on this fella..." and sort of showed my
big cock to them.  One of these new men got up and stepped onto the lower
shelf.  He leaned into my crotch and started sucking my balls.  I must have
flinched.  This was all too much.  The man next to me cooed, "Let 'em make
ya feel good, stud...lay back a bit."

With my eyes still sealed, I leaned back and rested on the angled support.
I spread my legs wider and relaxed.  I figured if we'd get into trouble,
they'd have to arrest half the club members.

"That's it, stud", the stranger again cooed. "Oh yeah, let them take care
of you."

With my eyes closed I felt three sets of hand on my cock. Alan was sucking
at least 8 inches​【20 cm】 into his throat and I thought, 'how's a married man and
grandfather of two learn to suck men off?'  I thought life at the office
would be forever different.  The third man sucked on my large nuts and made
them wet and warmer in his saliva.  'god', I thought, 'This guy's got my
ballsack in his mouth -- where I fuckin' make sperm'.

"Have a taste", I heard Alan say and then I felt him hand my hard shaft to
a fourth man. I squinted my eyes open a bit to see one of the other men my
age swallow my cock.  I put my hands behind my head and again closed my
eyes.  Alan was caressing my balls and chest and abs.  Two of them were
groping my biceps and thighs.  It was such hedonistic sensuality.  Perhaps
it was never having partaken before but I felt I needed to have this sexual
release.  The man suckng me spread my legs wider and for the first time in
my life I felt my entire cock find its way down into a throat.  I opened my
eyes and watched as this 45 year old man with a mustache suck my 11 inches​【28 cm】
down into his mouth; seeing his adam's apple bouncing as he suckled on my
like a baby calf.

I looked past his head and saw Austin being mounted by yet another man.
"You're numero 13", I could hear Bill say.  He had become something of a
ring master around the boy, collecting the kids money and making sure the
men were serviced. The thirteenth man shot his wad into the boy and grabbed
a towel and quickly exited the sauna.  Then Bill looked over to my side of
the room and smiled. "Up there, kid...look at that one...he looks like
someone who could use your attention..."

Austin got up off his knees.  He was naked and wet with sweat and cum.  He
looked even more like a kid without his clothes.  He was thin as a rail,
his blonde hair messy and dripping.  One of the men stood behind him and
humped his small young ass.  "Wait, I gotta cum still...I paid..." Austin
leaned back a bit and the man proceeded to re-insert his uncut cock up into
the boy's well-used rectum.  Standing like that, he fucked the young caddie
like an alley whore.  The hairy, barrel-chested man yelled out as he
ejaculated inside the kid.  His orgasm was loud and violent and made the
rest of the men in the sauna look at their intercourse.  As he finished,
the man unceremoniously pulled out his spent dick and said, "Okay, now the
horsecock up there can fuck him".

Alan leaned into my ear and whispered, "You wanna fuck the kid?  You don't
have to...I know you have a son at home and all..."

I was lost between lust and guilt.  I'd come this far and Austin, our
caddie, had proved himself nothing but a whore...but he was a teen and it
would be sodomy.  My lust won and I just leaned back, my rigid erection
pointing to the ceiling. The man sucking me continued and Bill stated, "get
that mother fucking meat good and wet for this hole".

Austin approached and the man sucking me handed the boy my cock. "Do him
good", he said as the teen put both hands on my shaft.  "Could use two
more...like a baseball bat, uh, kid?"  Austin just smiled.  I spotted some
semen hanging off his chin, an obvious left-over from one of the dozen
blowjos he'd given out.  Austin then reached out and took Alans solid 7
inches into one of his hands and leaned over and started sucking my boss.
I propped myself up to watch this kid suck a man old enough to be his
grandfather.  Both seemed to love it.

"He can't seem to get enough", Bill smirked.  "So was I lying the other
night or what??", he asked as he looked at me and winked.

Austin was deep-throating my boss when Alan pulled him off and nodded for
him to sit on my cockpole.  "Can the kid handle it?", one of the men asked,
seeing my cock.

"We'll all see...", Bill smirked.  "He's had enough practice..."

Austin got up on my hips and slowly lowered himself toward my cock.  Bill
got behind the boy and using his hands, spread the teen's smooth, pale
buttcheeks. "Look at that sweet, pink rosebud, fellas", he said letting
several men get a good look at the boy's sphincter.  "Ohh, and looky
there...this guy'll get a good lay...Austin here's dripping some spunk from
some of you all". Bill was lavisciously laughing and I truly felt I was in
the depths of carnal sodomy.

"He PAY anything, Bill??", one man asked.

"With that cock", Bill stated, "he don't gotta pay."

"I'll stick a c-bill into your cap later Austin", my boss said, "But you
gotta make Jack feel real good and let him cum in your mouth..."

Austin squatted himself lower until the head of my big cock rubbed against
his hole.  Someone took hold of my cock and guided it inside the boys anus.
"Holy shit",someone said, "it's better than a porn flick..."

I kept my eyes closed realizing I was being used by this group as much as
was Austin.  They were all looking at my big meat as as much an object as
the kid's throat and rectum.  Perversely, it was incredibly satisfying to
be the focus of their attention although it meant having to be a sodomite
with a young boy in front of them all.  By this time, I needed to shoot a
wad into someone.

Austin's anus was as warm and smooth as my wife's pussy had been when when
we first married.  I'm not sure what I was expecting but was oddly glad the
first butt I fucked, although well-used, was that of a teenager.  He was
tighter than a cunt despite being the repository for many loads of cum and
he immediately took in 6 or so inches of my cock.

The men watched and took turns feeling my nuts.  Someone even started
sucking my nuts again as the caddie fucked himself on my dick.  Alan stood
up and fed Austin his cock again, then he motioned for someone else to also
stick his cock into the boy's mouth along side his own.  I looked up and
saw my boss shoot his seed into the boy's mouth and face.  The other man
spewed his semenonly seconds later.  Austin swallowed most of these two
men's cum but I saw globs of it on his lips and face.

The sight of it all and the heat were overwhelming. For the first time I
uttered something:"I'm gunna cum", I said.  Alan and the other gent got
down as BIll told Austin to get my load.  The kid lifted himself off my
cock quickly, making the urgency of my ejaculation feel even more intense.
He put his youthful lips right to the head of my cock and I watched my piss
slit widen as I shot my semen in powerful volleys directly into the boy's
well-paid-for mouth.

It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life.  The semen just kept
blasting from my balls feeding this kid like a glass of warm milk.  And
Austin was right there gluping it all down.  My boss Alan reached over and
a glob of my semen coated his index finger.  I watched as he put the finger
into his mouth and ate every swimming sperm.  He then leaned into me and
whispered, "Your wife's a fucking lucky woman..."  I was almost too
embarrassed to let him know my wife's never even tasted my semen.

Austin pulled his face from my cock which was now returning to it's soft 6
inches.  Bill said to him, "Let us see it..."

The caddie turned around and opened his mouth for the crowd of men to see
it filled with my creamy white ejaculate. Now, I was newly-embarrased. What
the fuck was I thinking...let alone DOING??  I had just fucked some
under-aged kid in front of two dozen other men including my own boss.  It
really didn't much matter that they had or were about to do the same to the
kid as he went back to the floor and sucked yet another man off.  I had
committed sodomy and let various men taste my cock and SEMEN!  I had to get
out of there.

I rose and walked out of the sauna with Alan trailing me.  At our lockers,
I quickly wiped the sweat which poured off me with a fresh towel and
proceeded to dress.  My boss did the same in silence.  Very haltingly he
said, "That was too much...I apologize Jack...I never...I've never sucked
another man before...I am really sorry..."  Alan was red and sullen.  "My
god, I got kids...grandkids...I don't know what I was doing..."

I looked at my cock and was about to wipe some of my cum which clung to my
hairy nuts.  Instead, I scooped it up with two fingers and turned to my
boss. Silently, he looked at me as I put my hand to his mouth and rubbed my
semen on his lips. He opened his mouth wide and devoured the white glop of
cum and sucked my fingers as he had my cock.  We said nothing as we
finished dressing and headed to the parking lot.

"See you tomorrow at the office?", Alan asked nervously as if he wasn't
sure what my response might be.

As I started my car, I simply said. "Of course...and golf here Saturday...7
sharp."  I pulled out of the car slot and saw a smile ease my boss' face.
"SATURDAY!", he called out, "And plan on staying again!"

I drove home with the top down and the radio playing.  The cum orgy in the
sauna almost seemed surreal and I wondered how many times that club had
played host to such Caligulan sperm-parties.

I pulled into my driveway just as Sue was also pulling in.  We got out of
our cars and she said, "Good timing!"  Jim got out of the passenger seat.
"Hi dad!" he said excitedly.

"You want something to eat before you have to go to work hon?", Sue asked
me as she grabbed a bag from the back of the LandCruiser.

"I have the day off...I called and told Kim", I said taking the bag from
her hand.  My guilt washed over me as I thought of the mouths that had been
on my cock less than a half an hour earlier.

"DAD!", Jim shouted.  "I got the COOLEST news..."

"We were at the club this morning", Sue interjected smiling.

My heart sank as I heard that but they seemed oblivious to the goings -on
in the men's sauna so my panic passed quickly.

"I got a JOB", Jim said, "A REAL JOB!!"

"A job?", I asked. "Doing what??"
 
"I'm gunna be a CADDIE for the rest of the summer...I'm a class C caddie at
first, of course but by next year..."

I only half heard what he was saying as my thoughts went to Austin.

"...so dad, whatya think??", I returned to reality to hear Jim asking.

"...Well, some caddies can make a lot of money...", I said as we went into
the house.

"Hey!", Jim shouted, "That's what this guy named Austin said...right,
mom??"


The End
