Damien lined up the shot and then stepped up to the ball. He brought back the putter and hit it lightly. The ball rolled, banked around the rim, and rolled out of the cup.

"You just missed par," Paul said as the ball came to rest two inches from the hole.

Damien walked up and tapped the ball into the hole. He didn't care about the score because he had taken up golf to spend time with Paul. They had become friends after the first week of working together, and it was Paul, who suggested golf, and now they were played two or three times a week. Damien liked him, probably too much, and after three months, he was still hoping there could be something between them. When they reached the clubhouse and put away their clubs, Paul asked, "Are you going to take a shower?"

"Are you?" Damien responded.

"I might as well. I'm in no hurry to get home."

Damien always lagged, liked watching Paul get undressed, liked his body. He was a couple of inches taller, stockier with a good tan. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms, and legs. Damien was thin, pale, but gaining some color from playing golf. Paul was all man, and Damien had always been more womanly. He imagined many times, even after the first time they had met, of Paul taking him in his powerful arms, and holding him, having him. He watched, without trying to be obvious, as Paul slid down his briefs liked the size and shape of his cock. As Paul walked to the shower, Damien didn't hide that he was checking out that tan, firm, muscular ass. A doubles group came in the locker room, and Damien quickly got undressed just like in high school, when he couldn't avoid gym class, dropping his briefs with one hand, and covering himself with a towel with the other. There were always so many jocks in the locker room in high school. Football and Basketball players who were not shy about showing their equipment and the bigger it was the more they flaunted it. He had always been embarrassed by the size of his little cock Damien moved the shower head so the spray hit is back, and he could have a full view of Paul.

"I bet Carol won't be home until late," Paul said running the soap over his chest. Damien stood letting the water run down his back and keeping one eye on Paul, watching the soap go over the almost hairless chest, wanting to wash it himself, and suck on his dark nipples.

"She gives me crap about playing so much golf, but I don't know what she expects. I feel bad that she has to work twelve hours a day. I'm sorry that I only have to work eight."

Paul was washing his genitals, and Damien had to turn around; he was getting excited.

"She is so tired from work I might as well not even be there. You're lucky to be single. If you want some, you just go get it. I'm actually one of those guys who thought they would be getting more when they got married."

"You and Carol haven't had sex for a while?"

"It's been a couple of months. She is too tired from work during the week. On the weekends, she always has something to do. I tell her to relax and stay in bed, but she is up before I am working on her laptop. We did it like rabbits on the honeymoon. I did that woman in every possible way. So, I just don't get it."

Damien worked the soap over his own chest. It was pale and slightly flabby.

"I've heard that some women lose interest in sex after they get married. Once they have a man and security they figure they don't have to put out anymore."

"I can't believe Carol's like that. The woman was a total slut when we were dating."

"Maybe she needs some romance." Damien couldn't believe what he just said. I shouldn't be helping him; he thought. He had to be horny if he was going to have any chance, but he had never seduced anyone. In every instance, he was the one that had been seduced even his first time.

Artie had given him a ride when his bicycle had a flat tire. He took him to the gas station but the tube had a hole, so he put the bike in the trunk of the car and said he would give him a ride home, bought root beer floats, and as they sat in the car, told him how pretty he was and liked it when Artie pushed his hands down his pants, finding his little cock, bringing it to life, stroking it, making him feel so warm and wonderful inside. When he took it into his mouth, he thought it was the most excellent feeling in the world until his cum erupted, out of control, into his mouth. For the longest time, he sat in the front seat of the car with his body tingling all over as Artie kept sucking him, feeling, for the first time, the afterglow from a hard cum.

He spent many days in his car taking instructions. The first few times, he used his hand until Damien was almost begging to see what it felt like and tasted like. When he finally let him take it in his mouth, he wanted to suck it forever. The first time his cock enlarged and shot its load Damien was unprepared, and it slipped out of his mouth but the next time he was ready and swallowed it all. Soon he was holding it in his mouth savoring the feel and taste of it, and from that day forward he would never miss an opportunity to eat a load of cum.

"That could be. I will try it, go get dinner, buy some wine, and try to seduce her."

Sure, go have her cunt, Damien thought.