The Golfer and The Tragedy -- Chapter 2
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Off to the US Open. This year it was held at the TPC in Sawgrass in Florida. I was happy about that because it was close to my cousin Jack who lived in Parkland, which was only about 50 miles from the course. Jack was 14 and a sophomore in High School. Even though we lived a long way away from each other, we were really close, like super close.
Jack was an interesting kid. His family was almost as rich as mine, but he went to public school. He was about 5' 6" tall. Was in good shape, but not an athletic type. He liked to play sports, but not on teams. He was good at everything, but didn't have much of a competitive spirit, if that makes any sense. He was more interested in acting for the drama club, and just basically having fun. We were really close for two cousins who lived so far apart. Our parents' wealth made it easy to be close, as I would attend his birthday parties, and church event parties like his first communion and confirmation's. He would attend the same for me.
When we would visit each other, we would share the same bed. We never did anything sexual mostly, except that we would show each other our peens at night. He was darker skinned than me, and he had a nice 4.5" dick with a thick base of pubes. Mine was about the same size, but I had blond pubes. I guess we just had curiosity with that part of our bodies, so we would compare when we were together.
Myself, being gay, and a horny teen, I wanted to lay on top of him and grind my hard cock into his until we both came, but he wasn't gay, so I respected that. But it drove me crazy every time we were together.
In any case, I ended up staying with Jack and my Aunt Mary and Uncle Frank while I was going to be playing in the US Open. My parents were going to arrive the day the tourney started, but I was there about 1 week early. 1. Because I had nothing better to do. 2. Jack promised that I would give a lesson to his high school golf team. 3. Why not? Maybe I could get Jack to move to the next level of sex things. 4. He had his 15th Birthday Party scheduled, and I wanted to be there for that.
I arrived as normal in my parents jet, and got a ride to Jack's house. It was a Saturday morning in February when I arrived. I remember this because my Mom sent me a text with a bunch of hearts and other emojis as Valentines Day was a couple days away. The driver took me to Jack's house and his Mom and Dad were at the front door to welcome me, as they always were.
We hugged and kissed and all of that. I loved all of them. I mean, there were probably the closest to me other than my parents. Sometimes even more than that.
Jack gave me an extra long hug and told me that he had friends coming over for his birthday party. He gave me a wink and said that he had a couple friends that I think I would like. I was like, WHO?
He said, "You've met them before. I think you have a lot in common with them....." I knew what he meant. I just smiled.
Jack's Birthday Party was pretty much the same as other parties I had been to for him. I just kinda sat there and watched other kids goofing around in the pool. But this time ended up different. One kid named David who was a little older than me, but didn't look it, sat on a pool chair and had a very serious look on his face the whole time. I was near him and I introduced myself, and he already knew who I was.
"I didn't want to impose on you, because you are famous" David said to me. I laughed. I am just a kid, like Jack. He laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. I said "David, cmon, I met you 2 years ago at Jack's confirmation party, why are you acting so weird? He said, "well, I am not sure how to say this, but I read on the internet that you are gay."
I said, "Yep"
David: "Aren't you scared about people finding out? Or just being weird to you?"
Me: Cmon David. Who cares. I am what I am. I am more afraid about going to your school and giving a golf lesson to your golf team than I am caring about people knowing I am gay. In fact, I think everybody already knows I am gay, so oh well.
I looked at David, and he looked like he wanted to tell me something, but he couldn't do it. That was cool. I wasn't going to pressure anybody to tell me something they weren't ready to say. But he was damn cute, that is for sure.
David did tell me that he was his high school escort. He would be the one who I would meet at the high school check in area and he would take me to where I needed to go.
He was so cute, my heart raced when I heard that. I told Jack later in the night and he just gave me a wink. Damn that Jack...
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