EXTRACT FOR
Hole in One
(Giselle Renarde)

Gripping his stupid golf club, Joey turned away from the guys and took off down a wooded path by the clearing.  He marched at quite a clip, swinging his club at the tall grasses while he crushed small branches underfoot.  His chest felt tight, like he was angry, but he didn't know what he was angry about.



Joey didn't want to golf, he just wanted Greg to suck his goddamn dick.  Was that really too much to ask?



He stopped in his track, gazing at the club in his hand.  That's when he realized what an asshole he'd been.  Greg wanted to share this hobby with him, and all Joey could think about was the next blowjob.



Footsteps landed in the dry needles behind him, and he turned, knowing exactly who it would be.



"Hey," Joey said, looking at Greg's eyes instead of his bulge.  "Look, man, I'm really sorry.  I've been acting like a total dick."



"Yeah!" Greg shot back in his super-bitchy voice.  Then he shrugged and tilted his head.  "Whatever, it doesn't matter."



Joey realized he hadn't said what he was sorry for, and he wondered if Greg thought he was apologizing for being bad at golf.



Whacking his club through the reedy grasses, Joey tried hard to read Greg's expression.  Should he head back to the tees and try again?  He didn't feel like it, but if that's what Greg wanted...



"Would you ever let me fuck you?" Greg asked casually, like Joey's apology naturally bled into the topic.



Joey's ass tightened.  His dick pulsed against his pants.  "I... I don't know.  You mean with your... in my...?"



Greg closed in on him and let a confident hand cup Joey's crotch.  When Greg started rubbing Joey's dick through his khakis, he let out an animal groan and then stifled himself.  Sure they were shielded by trees, but they were still in a public place.



"Dude, what if we get caught?"



Greg leaned back, raising an eyebrow.  "You didn't seem worried about getting caught last night when you fucked me by the lake or after breakfast when you pushed me to my knees."