The starter told me, when I checked in, that I would be playing with a
new member, this morning. He told me his name was Jenkins, Sam and he
would meet me on the first tee. I nodded and went into the clubhouse
to change. I noticed a man in the locker room that I had never seen
before but didnât pay too much attention to him as I tied my shoes and
headed out to the practice area. After warming up, I picked up my bag
and with about 5 minutes to spare, arrived on the first tee. The man
that I had seen in the locker room was already there and came over and
introduced himself.
ãHi, Iâm Sam Jenkins,ä he said, extending his hand. I took it and
introduced myself. ãBeautiful day for golf, isnât it,ä he continued.
ãThis is my first time playing here and I hope youâll give me some
help in managing the course.ä ãThere are some tricky areas,ä I said.
ãIâll let you know about them when we get to them.ä
We teed off and headed down the first fairway. We talked as we walked
to our balls to hit our second shots. He was new in town and had just
joined the club, mainly for business reasons but also because he loved
the game and played it whenever he could. By the fifth hole, I pretty
well knew his whole life story as he didnât stop talking between
shots. I was getting a little upset as his continuous chatter and by
the ninth hole, I was ready to pack it in. As we waited on the tenth
tee for the group ahead of us to get out of range, Sam turned to me
and offered me a challenge.
He looked around to see if anyone could hear him and then, because we
were standing off to the side of the tee, he seemed satisfied that no
one would hear him. Still in almost a whisper, he said, ãSince it
looks like weâre fairly evenly matched, how about a wager for the back
nine?ä I looked at him and thought, Iâd get my chance to maybe stifle
his chatter, once and for all. ãSure, what did you have in mind?ä I
asked. ãWell,ä he started, quickly looking around again, ãHow about if
we play suck your cock?ä
I had played golf for many years and had never heard of this game.
ãHow does that one go?ä I asked him hesitantly. ãItâs easy,â he said.
ãWe play for each otherâs cock. If you beat me by more than two holes,
I have to suck your cock. If I beat you by the same margin, then you
have to suck mine. If itâs three holes of more, the winner gets to
fuck the other.ä
I was taken back by this but I also had a feeling in my groin that I
hadnât had for a while. My cock started to rise and when he looked at
me, waiting for my answer, he looked down at my crotch. ãYou donât
have to say a thing,ä he said. ãI can see that youâre ready.ä I must
have blushed as he laughed a little and gave my arm a quick squeeze.
ãOk, letâs play,ä he said, heading for the tee. I watched him tee off
and then it was my turn. I hit a terrible shot and he laughed again.
ãThis should be an interesting nine,â he said, after watching my ball
disappear into the trees.
I lost the first hole but won the next two. I noticed his chatter had
stopped and he was really focusing on his game as the holes went by.
By the 18th, I was two down to him and I didnât want to lose the
third. I needed to win the last hole and I concentrated on hitting
what I thought were good shots. It was to no avail as I lost the final
hole and as we were walking back to the locker room, he asked me,
ãWhen would you like to get together?ä My head was spinning and I
didnât really know what I wanted to do. ãMaybe later in the week,ä I
answered.
ãOk, hereâs my number,ä he said as he handed me his business card.
ãCall me and let me know when you want to meet.ä I just nodded and
quickly changed and left the club. My mind was spinning as I drove
home. I was wondering if I could go through with it or not. The more I
thought about it, the more I convinced myself that I would, so a few
days later I called Sam. ãHey Sam, its Dean. How are you doing?ä ãGood
…End of the part1. To be continued..