PRO BALLS [08/09/1999]

Golfing on a Tuesday was a luxury that I rarely indulge in, especially since it was so busy at work. Wondering to the golf course, I found myself lucky to get a tee time. Since I was alone I had to join someone on the tee. This was a normal practice and I didn't mind at all. Truth of the matter is I preferred to not golf by myself; I always cheat more when I'm alone.

When I got to the tee I met up with one of the club members. I had seen him there before and my heart began to race when I realized that I would have a few hours alone with him. He was about my size; 5 foot 6 or so and about 150 pounds. He was easily in his 60's but he was well tanned and had a trim body. I knew his name was Andy but I allowed him to introduce himself anyway. When we shook hands I noticed he had tatoos on both forearms. To me that meant "woman territory" all the way. I was just glad to spend some time with him and didn't much care that nothing but golf would happen.

We both went about our warm up routine and I watched intently as Andy stretched and flexed his body. His head was covered by a golf hat so I was unable to get a full view of his nicely rounded face. His clean shaven face was remarkably wrinkle free except for when he smiled. Which, he did often. Andy graciously gave me the honor of teeing off first. I had a hard time concentrating but managed to pull off a perfect drive straight down the middle about 230 yards out. Andy commented about how he was in trouble and slapped me lightly on the back as I exited the tee. It seemed as though we had known each other for years. I was completely comfortable with him, even though I couldn't resist thinking about him naked.

Andy walked up to the tee which was on our right side and placed his tee in the ground. As he did I was straining my eyes on his distended crotch. From the front there was nothing to see but when he bent over his balls were outlined perfectly. Oh, what a great set of balls he must have, I thought. I watched him strike his ball which travelled half the distance of mine but straight as an arrow.

Obviously not one of his better hits, he grumbled his disgust. We left the tee and began our round. It was a rather uneventful round as golf goes but I thoroughly enjoyed every glimpse of Andy's crotch as I maneuvered myself on each tee to be sure to have him facing away from me.

On the 6th hole we came near a grove of trees in a secluded area. Andy took the opportunity to go for a leak. I cursed myself that I didn't have the courage to go with him and catch a glimpse of his cock. I merely stood back watching the golden shower and then be mezmerized by his shaking and gyrating as he put his cock back in his pants.

The whole episode made me so crazy that I took an "other" on the hole. Hell, I could barely hold my clubs for the next two holes.

We finished the 9th hole and went into the clubhouse for a drink. Since Andy had already christened the bushes he had no need to use the facilities. Damn, damn, damn I thought. We got our drinks and proceded to the 10th tee. By the 15th hole we had begun to get to know each other and he turned out to be a retired golf instructor. His pro days consisted of playing in a minor tour for a year before taking up teaching and running the proshop. Now, he confessed, as he was turing 69 in a few months, he played only occassionally.

Seems he had a shoulder injury and that was why he played so poorly. I told him that I hoped that I could play as well as he when I turned 68. I would be happy to play that well now. He just laughed at the compliment. He asked me why I didn't join the club and I told him that I didn't play often enough to justify the expense. He went on to explain the benefits of being a member. One of which was the clubhouse facilities; showers, lockers, club storage and the member tournament. Maybe next year I promised him and we continued our game.

After the 18th hole, Andy invited me for a pint to which I accepted. Since he beat me squarely I convinced him to allow me to pay. For me it was a privelege and I really wanted to spend as much time as possible with him. We finished our beer and Andy excused himself. He thanked me for the game and insisted that we play together again. How about next Tuesday at the same time, I offered. That sounds great was Andy's reply. Meet me here about an hour before tee time next week and I'll show you around. Just ask for me at the pro shop. We said our goodbyes and off we went.

The next week went by as if it were a year. The main thing on my mind being the horror of a thought that it might rain and our date be postponed. But as luck would have it Tuesday rolled around and it was a bright, hot day. I arrived at the club and hour early as suggested. When I asked at the pro shop for Andy they told me that he was probably in the locker room and to go on down.

I made my way into the locker room, looking for locker number 279. The shower room was separated from the locker area by a hallway which when I walked down could see into the shower room. Tuesday was indeed a great day to be there as there were several older gentlemen parading around naked with their cock and balls hanging for all to see. I was like a kid in a candy store. Problem was all the candy was out of reach. I looked at as much cock as I could without being obvious as I slowly (very slowly) made my way past the showers and into the locker area.

Andy was just finishing getting his golfing outfit on as I arrived. When he looked up I was struck by how stunning he was. His hat off, his eyes became the centerpiece of an otherwise barren landscape that was his head. Whatever hair he once had had long since receded to leave a thin ring which rounded his head like a wreath. His olive colored tan was broken only by his bright brown eyes and his smile.

As he looked up at me he continued to smile for what seemed an eternity before he spoke. Sitting there he seemed like a little lost child. I wanted to gather him up in my arms and hug him to death. He spoke very quietly as if we were in a library or something even though the racous laughter and conversation from the shower room filled the locker room.

"Let me show you around" he said and took me momentarily by the arm. "Did you bring a change of clothes" he asked. Coincidentally I had a change of clothes in my car which was intended for work. Remarkable as it seemed, I was able to reply affirmatively. "Good" he said. "You can use the facilities as my guest after the game and I will treat you to a nice dinner if you let me beat you today". My racing heart made it difficult to respond. "You're on" I said and we continued the tour.

My recollection of the game itself is non-existent since I spent the next 5 hours or so thinking about the end game shower and dinner. I wasn't sure but I was hoping, no, praying that I would be able to shower next to Andy. We finished our game and Andy instructed me to leave my clubs with the attendant. They would clean them for me while I went to my car to get my change of clothes. He said he would meet me in the locker room in a few minutes. As soon as I was out of sight I ran like a greyhound to my car and back to the locker room. There was no way I was missing out on anything. The locker room attendant issued me a guest locker and a couple of towels.

"Soap, shampoo and other toiletries are available in the shower room" the attendant explained. I thanked him and went to my locker. I felt a bit strange but followed the other members lead by getting completely nude and proceding to the shower room with only my towel and the disposable slippers that were found inside the locker.

There were two or three other people in the shower room but no Andy. The room itself had 11 shower heads in total. There were 4 on each of two walls and 3 on the remaining wall. Each was about 3 or 4 feet apart. There was a mirror on the opposite wall to the 3 head side and so I decided to use one of these. I could use the mirror to spy on my neighbors.

Still no Andy and I was getting nervous about killing too much time so I resigned to another wasted opportunity and started my shower. I was the only one left in the shower when Andy arrived. He had his towel wrapped around him but I could see his otherwise exposed body. His legs were well proportioned with funny looking overly long hair curling out everwhere. It wasn't very thick but it was long.

His chest was covered in a fine dusting of jet black hair mixed just right with spackles of white and silver. My god, I thought to myself, he was gorgeous. As much as I wanted to see the rest of him, I had to look away and close my eyes before he hung up his towel. I didn't think I could stand the whole sight of Andy naked. I looked up into the shower nozzle and kept my eyes closed and tried to contain myself. One look at Andy and his exposed cock and balls and I would have been instantly aroused. The thought, however, was having the same effect.

Christ, I thought, as Andy took the stall directly next to me and began to adjust the water. When I opened my eyes he was standing with his back to me adjusting the water. His ass was three shades whiter than the rest of his body which overly accentuated it and added several points to its position on the yummy scale. Greatttt ass!!!

I was semi hard and finding it difficult to remain that way. I was now standing in a colder shower than I have ever taken in an effort to stay flaccid. I looked away again but as I looked straight ahead I saw Andy's reflection in the mirror. He was standing full front on with his head tilted backwards. The water was streaming down his chest and his chest hairs were matted down to create tiny black, white and silver lines down his chest and stomach and to his cock.

The hair around his cock was the same as his chest in color. There wasn't enough hair on his cock to cover his balls which hung closely to his crotch. They seemed the size of golf balls, an amazing coincident, and were perfectly centered with his cock. His uncut cock was the same color as his ass; three shades whiter than the rest of him. It hung down about 4 inches with the head hanging just barely beyond his balls. I turned the water to full on cold for a moment to shock me into flaccidity. Not much luck.

The water was too cold so I had to add some warmth. Again I had to look away because the sight of Andy was too much to bear. I placed both hands over my face and covered my eyes. I couldn't stand to look any longer.

With all the courage I could muster I choked back my fear and asked Andy if he would like me to do his back. Surprisingly he accepted. I was very careful not to be to gentle, fearing it may seem a bit too much like caressing. I lathered his back and shoulders and was even bold enough to give him a bit of a massage on his neck and shoulders. I glanced in the mirror and could see that he was still flaccid but his body language told me that he was thoroughly enjoying the massage.

I kept up the massage long enough but not too long that it would be mistaken for something else. When I finished, Andy turned to me to reciprocate. Since we were the same height it was very easy to perform a descent massage.When Andy began to lather up my back he noticed how cold my water was an adjusted it so that it became pleasantly warm. He began to lather my back from the neck down and continued to expand until he was moving his hands up each side of my neck, down and around my shoulders and down the small of my back. The palms of his hands were as soft as anything I'd ever felt and he guided them with intense pleasure all over my shoulders, back and the top of my buttocks.

By this time I was in heaven, my head swimming in numbness. The feel of Andy's hands on my body had put me into a trance. The trance was broken when Andy slipped his hands under my arms and slid them around to my chest. He gently began to massage my chest and then slid them down to my stomach. The feeling was amazing but it had an immediate affect on me. My success at remaining soft was dashed the moment he slid his hands onto my chest. I was not rockhard and could do nothing to rectify the situation.

I was in mortal fear of being discovered and stayed motionless as Andy continued to work his magic. As he continued to massage my chest he moved his hands onto the front of my neck. This action brought him closer to me and that combined with a slight bit of force to my chest brought me a half step back towards him. I was now out of the shower stream and halfway to Andy's shower head.

With his next movement Andy placed both hands on my chest and allowed his forearms to rest on my stomach. This action brought his crotch against my ass. He place his mouth on the back of my neck, kissed me and pulled me tight to him. The soap on his body and mind provided a medium for effortless grinding of our bodies together. Andy's cock was hard pressed against my ass and I could feel its throbbing head against my hole.

The gyrating continued as Andy slid his arms and hands across my chest and down to my cock. The soap that completely covered our bodies created an effective massage liquid which heightened my excitement.

Andy reached around and took hold of his now hard cock and placed it squarely against my ass hole. He left it there and thrust against me but it merely slid between the crack of my ass. I reached around and took it in my hand. It had grown quite a bit since I last saw it and it was now a full handful and about 6 inches long. I held it up and placed it at my aching hole and held it there until it began penetrating me. The soap lubricant enabled his cock to slid in easily and without much pain.

Andy began to fuck my ass slowly as he gyrated against me and continued to masturbate me with a free hand. His fucking increased quickly until after only a few thrusts he was wheezing and gasping for air. He thrust a few more times then withdrew suddenly and spun me around to face him. He threw his arms around me and kissed me square on the mouth. His cock was alongside mine as we gyrated against each other with our tongues darting in and out of each others mouths.

I don't know who came first but it was obvious when Andy came because I could feel the cum pulsing from his cock. I was cumming at the same time and the cum began to ooze out from between us as we gripped each other in a vicelike embrace.

The whole episode took barely a few minutes and after we finished cuming we both realize that anyone could walk in at any minute. We quickly broke off and returned to our respective showers. We finished showering and returned to the locker room to get dressed.

As I was towelling off Andy approached. He was completely naked and still half hard. "My god, you're still hard" I said. "This isn't the same hard on, this is in anticipation of what comes next" was his reply. "Let's skip dinner and go to my place" was his next surprise. I was staring directly at his hardening cock when I said yes.

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