I got so excited watching Tiger Woods, on television a few months ago, I decided I was going to learn to play golf. I'm not very athletic, being on the small side, and when I told my best friend, Cheryl, what I was going to do, she said I was too small to play golf. I was determined to show her.
I had seen the public golf course and driving range in Griffith Park, and decided that since I didn't belong to any country clubs, that would be as good a place as any to get started. I parked my car, sat in it watching the men unloading their golf bags from the trunk of their cars, and picked one to start with my questions. He was a gorgeous hunk, in mid thigh length shorts and one of those knitted shirts with a collar, and the little jockey playing polo.
"Hi." I just brazened it out, walking right up to him. He was digging around in the trunk of his Mercedes, and when I spoke to him, he straightened up, I realized I had picked a giant. He must be over six feet tall, and very well built. I felt like a little chocolate bon bon next to the milky way. He was so tall and white and blond. I was so small and Milk chocolatey.
"Yes?" His voice was a dream, deep and resonate in his big masculine chest. I think I was bowled over.
"Uh...I...Uh..." My damn mouth wouldn't work.
"Can I help you with something?" I know he didn't think a little guy like me was going to mug him or anything, so I tried to relax, and took a deep breath. I was able to explain what I wanted to do, and that I hadn't the slightest idea of where to start. He listened to me babble on, and finally held up his hand to stop my prattle, and made a suggestion.
"I'm going in to drive a few balls, why don't you come along, and maybe I can give you a few pointers. You know, help get you started."
"Gee thanks mister..." I was about to wet myself with pleasure.
"I'm Gene, Eugene really, but I prefer Gene." I introduced myself, and we shook hands. His giant palm enclosed mine, making me feel like a little child. I might be small, but I'm pretty to look at, and I turned twenty-two last January. He grinned at me, and put on his white baseball cap, and picked up a driver, as he called it, and slammed his trunk and made his car chirp like a bird.
He told me what I needed to rent, and then told the clerk behind the counter that I was his guest. We went out onto the driving range, and he selected two spots that were at the far end of the course, and told me to start hitting a few balls, so he could assess where I needed the most work.
The driving range, was like being in a huge green cage. The wire netting completely enclosed the space so none of the balls we hit would go astray. That morning, it wasn't very busy. Most of the people coming in were going out onto the course to play. Beside Gene and myself, there were only two other guys knocking balls, and one of those it turned out was just warming up until his golfing partners showed up to play. When they arrived and he left with them, the other guy whacking at balls, decided to give it up, and packed his things in a bag, and left. Gene and I were left alone.
He watched me hit about three balls, before he started giving me verbal instructions about how to correct my stance. Once he felt I was gaining control of that, he began to try to show me how to hold the club properly. He stood opposite me, like a mirror image, and showed me with his own big hands how to grip the club. I began to catch on, and after a few swings, I hit a ball, and it went more than ten feet from where I was standing for the first time. I was all smiles.
"Now," he said, coming around behind me. I'm going to have to help you work on your swing. It's like learning to tie a necktie kind of. I can't do it backwards. You'll have to watch me. I propped myself on my club, and watched him set his feet on the Astro turf, and wiggle his big hips, getting set. He made sure I was watching him position his grip on the club, and then he talked me through a dozen swings, gradually picking up speed, until he said he was going to hit the ball. The solid thwack when the metal head hit the little white ball, was impressive. What was more impressive, was the ball flew like an arrow to the back wall of the big enclosure, and struck the cage about thirty feet up. If the wire hadn't stopped it, that ball would still be going.
"Wow!" I was impressed. My best hit, had only gone about fifty feet across the grass.
"Think you can do that?"
"Hit a ball that far? No way man."
"I mean, get your swing and follow through going like I showed you. Distance comes with practice."
"Oh sure. Watch me." I traded places with him again, and he stood leaning on his club and watched me try to emulate his swing style. He dropped down onto his haunches, and studied my hips as I practiced my follow through. Finally, after a couple dozen practice swings, he told me to hit a ball.
The thunk of metal on rubber, was less than exciting, and the ball rolled at an angle across the green for about fifteen feet before stopping. I looked up, and he was grinning at me.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm not laughing at you kid, I was just remembering how it was when I got started with this game." He stood up, and walked over to where I was standing. "You almost have it right, and to an untrained eye, you look great, but there is something I can't quite put my finger on. Do you mind if I stroke with you a few times; maybe I'll figure it out."
"Not at all." I really didn't know what he meant. When he stepped behind me, and wrapped his big hairy white arms around me, and put his big muscular legs next to mine, and leaned over to grip my club, with his huge hands in position right over mine, I nearly died with excitement. My dick got hard in an instant.
I could feel his soft mound, pressed into my buttcheeks, and it took me a minute of controlled breathing to get my self together enough to concentrate on what he was saying to me. His voice was softer in my ear, and eventually, I realized he was talking me through the swing again. It was hard to concentrate, with his big member rubbing across my buns every time we took another swing. My cock was starting to ooze precum, and I was glad I'd worn my jock strap to absorb the embarrassment.
"Are you ready to try again?" His voice seemed a little bit husky this time.
"I'll try." He stepped back and I took a real sloppy swing at the ball and missed it altogether.
He stepped back up to me, and snuggled in to my back. Was I dreaming, or had his bulge rubbing across my buns gotten bigger since the last time? He talked me through a few more swings, and before he was through, I was positive I was having some dramatic effects on his bone. It was full blown hard, after the third swing. I couldn't resist, and when he let my hands go for me to try on my own again, I quickly reached behind me and felt the massive boner in his shorts.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't seem to control my dick. it has a mind of its own this morning." I took hold of his hand, and pulled it around me and placed it on top of my little hard dick.
"Maybe we should think about doing something about this," I said, squeezing his huge horse cock again. He groaned, and squeezed mine.
"I don't live far from here, maybe we should do something about it." He started throwing his stuff into his bag, and we returned my driver to the clerk. Gene led the way back out to his car. The clerk watched us go, wondering why we had quit so soon.
In his Mercedes, I couldn't wait to get to his house, and because his windows were dark with sunscreen, I unzipped him, and dug out his magnificent boner. He must have been nine or ten inches, and so big around, my fingers and thumb couldn't reach. This was the biggest cock I'd ever had my hands and mouth on. I sucked him while he drove out of the park, and up into the hills on one of those twisty winding residential streets on the hill, off Los Feliz Boulevard. He used a remote, to open a garage door, and cruised the big car right in to the darkness. The door closed behind us, and he pulled me up off his boner, and kissed my sucking little mouth.
"Come on." He was breathing heavy from my cocksucking, and when he took my hand, and dragged me bodily across the seat and out the driver's side of the car, I knew it was going to get hot real quick.
The door we went through into the house, opened onto an incredible kitchen. I'd only seen kitchens like that on television cooking shows which I like to watch. He stopped by the sink, and kissed me again, forcing his huge tongue down my throat. His big hand, was between my legs, rubbing and pawing my little hard nub of a cock. His cock was so big compared to mine, I was beginning to think my six inches was tiny.
When he broke the kiss, we both started pulling our clothes off as fast as we could. When I got down to my jock strap, he told me to leave it on, because he liked to see guys in straps. His hairy chest was a turn on for me. I'm as smooth and chocolate as a Hershey bar, and even shave what little pubic hair I do grow. My little nappy skullcap of hair is all I have showing. Gene on the other hand, is hairy like an ape, but more beautiful than Tarzan.
He lifted me up and sat me on the stone counter of the preparation island, and dived onto my oozing dick through the ribbed material of my strap. He gnawed on my little rod until I was humping his face desperate to cum. When I did, I flooded the whole front of my strap with white cream, and he sucked and sucked through the material, getting every drop of my essence. He lifted the cod piece out of the way, and then sucked and licked my hairless balls and cock, until they were clean and shiny with his spit.
"Baby, I want to fuck you. Do you think you can take my big cock in your ass?" He lifted me up holding my asscheeks in his big strong hands, and I hugged him around the neck, murmuring yes, yes, yes, all the way to the bedroom. He put a rubber on his hard pole, and I got on my hands and knees. He slicked my butthole with his tongue, as deep as he could with that big thing, and after I was loosened up, he squeezed a gush of lube into my hole. He worked it into me good, with first one and then two fingers. When he had me stretched, and feeling like I could cum again real soon, he stood up behind me and pulled me by the hips right onto his big bone.
I let out a squeal, not from pain, but from sheer joy of the feelings his giant cock gave me. I pushed up on my toes, forcing him deeper and deeper into my asshole. He gave me an affectionate slap on the right asscheek, and started pumping his shaft into me.
He was easy at first, but soon had a beat going, that had me grunting and sucking breath fast with each stroke. I've never felt that full from cock before, and I struggled to keep from blowing off again so I could really enjoy this fuck. Gene was obviously enjoying it from the constant stream of language he poured over my back and into my ear.
"I love fucking little black boys. I get off on shoving my big white dick up little black boy's asspussys. I could fuck little black boy's pussyass day and night. Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUCK!" He blew his wad deep into me with the deepest thrust he could manage, and when he did, I shot off again with a pure sympathy cum. He caught my spooge in his fist, after digging around in my jock strap and capturing my dick head just before I blew off.
He took my handful of cum, and while his big cock, which showed no signs of going soft, was still pumping into my butthole, he wiped my milky cum all over the skin of my black back, and then proceeded to lick it off with his big hot tongue. By the time he was finished cleaning me up, he was ready to go again. I was amazed, he fucked me to ejaculation three times without ever taking his big cock out of my butt, and I was able to stay right with him my ounce to his pint, but cumming none the less. I don't think I've ever cum more than once during a sex scene.
When it was finally over, we laid on the bed, and talked. He is a studio executive, for a big name movie studio, and he has no one in his life at the moment. We've agreed to get together quite often, because he is one sexed up man. He's even suggested I might consider going to work for him, taking care of his home. I made him a lunch he thought was fabulous, in his fabulous kitchen, which he said he thought was just for looks. He's promised to teach me to play golf, and insists that somehow, he'll get his golfing buddies to let me play with them when one of them can't make a date.
My best friend Cheryl, can't believe I lucked into such a deal. I can't believe I lucked into such a man.
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