The Ride Home (MM)

Category: Male-Male
Author: Charles
Age: ~not given
Comments: ~no comments
(The author of this story submitted it to Solo. It was not published there for one reason or another.)

I was a caddy at an exclusive country club the summer that I was sixteen years old. I preferred to caddy for women because their golf bags were much lighter than the men's, and, when they crouched down to line up their putts, if you were lucky, or maybe if they were teasing, you could see up their skirts to their panties, some of which were revealing enough to keep a sixteen year old in a nearly continuous hard-on. Of course, we talked about the various women, exaggerating how much we had seen, and fantasizing about what we might be able to do with them. As far as I know, none of the younger caddys ever did anything with any of the women.

We also talked about the men at the club, especially one prominent local executive, probably in his early forties, who everyone said to look out for - he was "queer". One day, I caddied for him in a late afternoon twosome. He didn't seem particularly unusual, one way or another, except that I noticed we seemed to be making eye contact more often than would be expected. I don't know why, but this caused a stirring in my penis, not an erection, but certainly something erotic.

It was quite late when we finished the round, and later still after I had gone into the caddy shack, signed out, took my pay, and started out across the club parking lot, headed to the bus stop just outside the gate. As I walked through the parking lot, I noticed my golfer's car pulling out of his parking place and driving slowly toward me, the window rolling down as he approached me. "Excuse me" he said, "but I feel bad about keeping you so late, can I give you a ride home?" I stood looking at him for a minute, I didn't know what to do. There was nobody else around, and I was suddenly curious, a little excited too, so I said, "All right, sure thanks." and I got into the car.

I really didn't know anything about homosexuals, and didn't know what to expect, but I kept as close as I could to the car door, which wasn't all that far away - the car was a BMW. We drove along for a few blocks, talking about golf and the weather, and I began to relax - probably nothing was going to happen anyway. Then, he casually reached over and put his hand on my leg, just above the knee, and left it there, commenting, "I suppose you like to go out with the girls." I was startled by his hand on my leg, and I answered something to the effect, "Sure, when I can." "What about when you can't? I'll bet that I know what you do then." I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything, and I didn't try to move away from his hand either. I suppose that he took all of this to mean some kind of agreement, so he slid his hand all the way up my leg and began to fondle my still limp penis. But it didn't stay limp - almost immediately I had a full, stiff erection that he continued to rub and squeeze. The feeling was one of intense pleasure - I was hot and excited, and I could see that he was too. "Listen," he said, "I know a park near here where we can go and be completely by ourselves. Do you want to go?" "All right," I said, "I think so."

So he drove into a back street in a nearby city park, and there was nobody else there, except for another car passing every few minutes. "Nobody will notice us," he said, "We can do anything we want here - what do you like? Do you like to masturbate? Would you like to do it now? Go ahead if you want to - I like to watch." I did want to masturbate, badly, so I unzipped my pants, pulling the front apart and pushing down my underwear, so that I could get my hard cock out. It stood straight up, the glans hot, rigid, and already slippery from his rubbing and the forbidden excitement. I started to jack off, but he said, "Wait, let me help with that," and he slid over towards me, putting his left hand under my balls, one finger pressing on my anus, grasping my cock with his right hand, first slowly concentrating on the glans and foreskin, then jacking off the whole penis. I held out as long as I could, but it was too much - "I'm coming," I said, "I can't help it." "Yes," he said, "Yes, love, yes, yes, yes," and I came right then, my penis pulsating in his hand, one, two, three, four, times, hot and strong, spurting semen all over his arms and the car. It was a fantastic orgasm, by far the best that I ever had. He pulled a cloth out of his glove compartment, and we cleaned up, neither of us saying one word. Then he drove away, finally saying, "we won't mention this to anybody, will we?" Then, "Did you like that? you seemed to. If you did, there are a few other things we could try, you know." I was completely spent - I just said, "Maybe so."