My Gay Golf World - Part 1

I got new neighbors when I was 20, a couple with two guys. I tried to befriend the boy Paul, who was a couple of years younger than me, but only in the hopes that this would get me to his gorgeous sister Laura, a year my junior.

It didn't work: Paul was a solitary guy and Laura was out of my league, hanging out with the older band members and not showing the slightest interest in me! The only one I ever spoke with for the first few years was the father, Steve, and that had to do with my fiddle playing as he was a folk music aficionado.

A few years later, as I finished high school and started looking for work, my father asked if I might be able to get a job at his golf club for the summer (dad thought I needed more physical work). He went out of his way to get me a grounds-keeping job, though I almost turned it down since the days started so early and I had to take a bus to get out to the course.

I only saw Steve and his wife Sandra in passing during the first part of the summer but one thing was very clear - Sandra was the golfer, Steve was the hacker. A somewhat plain woman at home (where did Laura get her great looks?), she was a stylish and powerful athlete on the golf course, dressed in her tight little skirts and showing off her ample breasts (this much Laura had inherited), beating her drives 30 yards past her husband, from the same tees.

One day Steve offered to drive me to the course, even though the course would not open for him for several hours. I readily accepted and we were joined by Sandra. There was a lot of chatter in the car but it was rather embarrassing as they kept asking what I thought of Laura, whether I found her pretty, whether I got excited thinking about her, if I ever imagined her naked, and if I had ever masturbated while thinking of her. I wasn't sure how to answer as I knew (or thought I knew) that she had broken up with her latest boyfriend.

Were they thinking of setting me up with her (I didn't want to show disinterest in her if that was the case) or did they want to stop me lusting after her? I tried to give safe and polite answers, even as their questions became more and more sexual.

They eventually came to the ultimate question: "would you like to have sex with Laura?" The honest answer was, of course, that I would sell my soul for the chance. I replied "I would love to hang out with Laura and, if she were interested and the times were right, I would love to date and eventually make love with your daughter."

It was a rather weak answer but the pressure was intense. Steve's reply was also very disappointing: "Laura just broke up with the guy she first went to bed with. before they broke up we knew she was having sex but didn't know with. She admitted being active but wouldn't say who it was with so we named all the guys we knew. When we asked if it was you I am afraid she laughed and said 'with that weed? No way'." Not exactly the answer I was hoping for.

But then Sandra chimed in, saying "I was rather disappointed. I think you are rather cute." This made me blush

*** To be continued...