The Golf Resort

Bradley Simpson

Disclaimer: These are written for fun. I don't assume Bradley's sexual preferences. These are fake stories written for the enjoyment of fellow horny people. Thank you and enjoy!

Beep beep... You slap your hand onto the snooze button, "Damn it, why do I need to open today." You sleep for an extra few minutes before getting up. After preparing a quick breakfast, you hop into the shower to get ready. You think back to the last time you were asked to open. You remember the snobby rich folks that had rented the whole golf club for an event. You hope that they aren't back and that whoever rented the whole place wasn't as bad as them.

After throwing on a golf shirt and a nice pair of shorts that perfectly show off your ass, you head out. When you arrive at your workplace, you open up the main entrances. As you walk around trying to prepare everything, you notice something odd. Other than kitchen and cleaning crews there's no one else around. You're the only golf caddy there, even your manager isn't here. You wonder if this has to do with whoever rented the golf resort. "They must like their privacy" you think to yourself as you aimlessly wander. You're drawn from your thoughts at the sound of a car pulling up to the front door.

You head over to the main entrance and see a car pull up. You think to yourself, "I wonder how many people they can fit in a car, no way they rented the whole place for one person." The driver parks the car and you can notice that they're taking their time to prepare before leaving. "Must be one of those divas that doesn't even know how to hold the club properly." you mutter to yourself as the door begins to open.

You see their head rise above the top of the car and notice the messy yet handsome hairdo. "Wow, he looks pretty good." you think as he tosses his hair out of his eyes. When he turns, your heart stops. You lock eyes with him for a second before you blush and turn away. Out of the corner of your eye you let your gaze wander from his cute toothy smile, to his wonderful jaw line, around to mop of hair, and finally back to his eyes.

He walks around the car and you see that he came prepared to play. He's dressed in a black zipper neck shirt, tucked into his dark jeans. He looks around and puts on his sunglasses as he approaches you. "Hey, I'm Bradley." he says as he reaches out to shake your hand. His voice throws you off as you feel your heart flutter. "Hey Brad, welcome to the resort." you mumble as you feel his strong grip. You mentally slap yourself at the thought of having addressed him incorrectly. Hoping to make up for it you ask, "Will you be golfing alone today Mr. Simpson?" He turns to you and raises an eyebrow as he replies, "Yea, it's just us today. And call me Brad."

The conversation turns to the weather as you lead him to the first hole. "It's really hot today isn't it?" he comments. "Yes, the sun is out and it's around 90 degrees," you reply. As you prepare to pass him a club, he lowers the zipper on his shirt. Your eyes follow his hands as he exposes his chest. He unzips slowly, almost as if he knows how much you're enjoying this. When the zipper hits the bottom, you take a second to appreciate the exposed parts of his chest. As your imagination runs wild, he interrupts your thoughts with a question, "Are you trying to catch some flies in your mouth?"

Your gaze flies to his face as you watch him smirk. You turn away as you feel your cheeks and ears burning. You know you are bright red and just hope to god that he'll ignore you. You pass him the club and he gratefully doesn't push the topic. He hits the ball and continues with his game.

At hole 4, as you go to pass the club, your hand slightly grazes against his. He teasingly comments, "So you like holding my clubs". You feel your breath hitch as you picture yourself stroking his length. You snap your head out of its fogginess and answer, "Holding your clubs is my job sir." He raises an eyebrow in curiosity in response as he continues golfing.

After hole 9, he asks if he can drive the golf cart. You hesitate because he might not know how to properly drive it. You figure that he rented the whole place so he deserves this at least. You give him a quick tutorial on how to drive it. Once you decide he's ready, you let him hop in the drivers seat.