When he had my shorts and underwear lowered, he gently took my hardon in his hand. “You’ve got a great cock, Jack. There will be plenty of guys at the Pit that would enjoy feeling that deep in their ass, but that is not for me.” With this, he lowered his hips so his cock was now between my ass cheeks. Gerald had taken me bareback the night before, but that was with lube. The only lube on Rod’s cock was my saliva, and I wasn’t sure how much of that was left. Some was on the back of my shirt.
Rod whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you, Jack, but I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to imagine this cock deep in your ass.” Rod had been lightly stroking my cock the whole time. True to form, I didn’t last very long and shot several ropes of cum into and around the sink.
Rod said, “Come on. Let’s get back to the clubhouse.”
My mother would never forgive me if I left the sink in the condition it was in. I did a quick cleanup and joined Rod outside. I heard thunder in the distance, and the skies were getting dark. By the time we got back to the clubhouse, the rain was coming down. We were steered to the cart barn by an employee. There were several golfers in there, but when the sky outside lit up which was followed shortly after by a loud thunder clap, they started working their way into the clubhouse. Rod and I followed some people in. Fortunately, we were covered the whole way, because it was now pouring rain.
We found the rest of our group in the bar. Rod bought us both a beer and we joined Pete and Gerald at a table. Rod said, “What does the weather look like for the rest of the day?”
Pete said, “It looks really nasty for at least the next hour. After that, the rain goes away. The front desk said they would take a ride around the course and check on the conditions before they let us back out. What took you two so long to get back?”
Rod said, “I had to use the restroom and couldn’t wait to get back to the clubhouse to do so.”
Pete asked us how we did on the front 9. “Jack and I shot a 37. How about you two?”
Pete said they had shot a 40. He got up and talked to the other groups. When he got back to the table, he said, “We’re going to scratch the rest of the 18 and hope the course opens back up for the afternoon. We didn’t win.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a 20 and tossed it on the table. We did the same. Pete walked the money over to the winning team.
The bar had windows that allowed us to view what was going on outside. At one point, it seemed that the rain was going sideways. You could see the flag on the 18th green, and I watched as it whipped back and forth in the wind.
I offered to get another round of beer. Apparently, nobody carded Gerald, or Pete just slipped the beer to him when they got in. Once I got the attention of the bartender, I laid my ID and debit card on the bar and asked for 2 Ultras and 2 Bud Lights.
As I was waiting for my order, the guy sitting next to me asked me if my name was Jack.
I didn’t recognize him, but confirmed that I was. He held out his hand. “My name is Ben.”
“Have we met before? I’m sorry, but I don’t remember you.”
“Not really. I happened to stop by the restroom on 14 while heading back in. I decided it was best if I waited until I got to the clubhouse. I assume the big guy at your table is your golf partner?”
Fuck. Caught in the act. I looked over at my table and saw Rod watching us. I turned back to Ben and said, “Yeah. He is.”
The bartender dropped four bottles of beer off and handed me a charge slip and my card. I signed for the beers and told Ben that it was nice meeting him and returned to my table.
When I sat down, Rod asked me what that guy was talking to me about.
I kept my voice down and told Rod that he knew my name and had stopped at the restroom that we had used. I saw Rod smile. Gerald said, “What happened in the restroom?”
I looked around to see if anyone could hear what we were talking about. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to us. Ben was looking my way though. I said, “I’ll tell you later.”
Rod said, “Jack was helping his partner out, just like on the course.”
Rod switched the topic to the golf on the front 9. He was extremely complimentary on the few good shots that I hit. As he was describing a shot I hit from the woods on the sixth hole, there was another flash outside and a loud thunder clap. Then, the power went out.
We talked for the next half hour, while we worked on our beers. The rain had lightened up, and the sky was starting to lighten as well. The guy that had been working the front counter in the pro shop came in and asked for quiet.
“I’m sorry folks. We’re going to have to close the course for the rest of the day. There is another weather cell headed our way. We won’t be able to assess any damage to the course until that passes. We expect that the course will be open for those of you that have tee times tomorrow morning. I’m afraid that the bar and restaurant will be closed until the power returns. For those of you that have prepaid tee times for this afternoon, you will receive an email offering a refund or a raincheck. Thank you for your cooperation.”
A guy from across the room asked, “Once the power is back, and you’ve been able to view any damage to the course, is there any possibility that we’ll be able to play twilight golf?”
“At this time, the answer is no, but if you’d like to contact us later, we can give you an update.”
There were no other questions. Some people got up to leave. Pete made a phone call. When he got off, he said, “There is a town about 10 miles to the east of here. They have power. I made a reservation for lunch in a half hour.”
*****
On the ride to the restaurant, Pete was again riding shotgun. Gerald and I were in the back. Gerald said, “Ok Jack. How did you help Rod?”
Pete said, “Yeah Jack. Maybe I can get Gerald to give me the same kind of help tomorrow.”
Rod piped up. “I already told them, Jack. I saw that guy talking to you at the bar, and I recognized him. He opened the door real quick while you were going down on me. He quietly backed out. These two are just busting your balls.”
Rod had captain’s chairs for his rear seats. Gerald got up and knelt down between the chairs. “Let me make it up to you, Jack.” He started caressing my balls through my shorts.
He proceeded to take my cock out and give me a blowjob. A few minutes later, Rod informed us that we were at the restaurant. I hadn’t cum yet. Gerald started to take his mouth off my cock, and I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth. Shortly after Rod parked, I fed Gerald a load.
Gerald swallowed and then looked up at me. Then he licked his lips, returned to his seat and opened the door to get out. I tucked myself in quickly and joined everyone else.
*****
After lunch, we returned to the condo. The power had not come back on yet. Rod said that he was going to take a nap. “Would you like to join me, Jack?”
A nap. Right. But I said, “Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.”
We walked into Rod’s room. It was dark. The drapes were closed. Rod walked over and opened them. The room looked out on the golf course. I could see a pond and a green. It looked like a par 3, but it wasn’t one of the holes that we played today. I had seen this through the patio doors, but as I looked out on it, it looked serene. You could see the rain splashing in the pond.