"What do you want?" Mark asked as he downed his beer. He winked at the barmaid and made a play of ignoring Stan's look of amazement and went on. "Don't give me any of that amazed and hurt bullshit. Every time you invite me to the golf club for a drink it ether costs me or gets me into trouble."
They ordered another round before Stan answered. "Yes it's true I want some thing but not for me. I want you to help a young lad who has great golf potential but no money, no family support and no hope, unless he finds a sponsor like you who loves golf and is not short of money."
He drained the rest of his beer and signaled for Mark to drink up and order another. "Anyway it's not true that all of my invites for a drink have turned to shit. Christ lad you swore you weren't interested in a stray root when I pointed out the available pussy down here. If rumors are true in recent days you have scored with more than your fair share of club women both married and single. Some of my more socially and sexually active friends tell me you are the envy of a lot of younger studs. So stop complaining, buy another round and shut up while I tell you about this young bloke."
"His name is Peter Frazer. According to my wife he's eighteen, and has just left school. He comes from a very poor family, his dads a drunk and his mother has had to struggle to cope financially while raising six kids. I'm told by Ruth and all of the women who went to the school championships that he apparently practices every day on the old neglected city council public course with an ancient wood and a five iron that someone gave him years ago. He doesn't even own a complete set of clubs not even a putter and could not afford to play in the championships."
"He has developed a local reputation amongst the junior ranks as a big hitter who loves the game and is modest about his ability. Most local golf kids who know of his financial and family background want to see him get a chance. That's why a couple of boys playing in the tournament told Ruth about him and asked her to come and see him hit out at a local practice range where he picks up a few bucks for occasional casual work."
"Ruth took a few of the mothers along before the tournament started. They gave him a bucket of balls and say he hit screaming drives one after the other straight down the middle of the fairway."
"It would be fair to say if Ruth is any guide that he not only blew their minds away with his driving but he was so polite and well mannered that he won their hearts as well. Ruth has told everyone who will listen what a fine young man he is. My wife backs her up. She drove me crazy until I gave in and promised to talk to you. "
Mark waited until Stan stopped talking to drain his glass. "Listen mate I run a business not a charity but I suppose I can always give him a job in one of my supermarkets. Tell your wife to see Sally and she can set it up,"
"I don't think that is what the women have in mind," Stan replied as he signaled for their glasses to be refilled. "They want him to have time to practice golf each day and play in tournaments. You have a store that handles sporting equipment. Could you give him a job there and arrange his hours so he can get a chance to practice his putting. My wife says he hasn't had a chance to develop that side of the game because of the poor greens at the public course."
"Without a putter and the money to pay to use better facilities, it is difficult to see how he learnt to putt at all." Mark growled as he realised that he was becoming interested in the lad. "Get your wife or one of the ladies to bring him along for a hit out with me. If I like him and think he has potential, I'll see what I can do."
They sat drinking for some time before Mark spoke again. "It might work out just fine. I have been approached by the club to go into a joint venture setting up a new specialist golf shop. They want to locate it in that new drive in shopping center on the main road opposite the club house. If he is as good as they say he may be just the person we need to launch it amongst the younger generation."
Mark met Peter the next afternoon and arranged for them to tee off together. He was immediately impressed with the sweet clean way Peter stroked the ball. "You not only hit long and straight, you have one of the best free flowing swings I have seen outside of the top pros," he told the lad as they left the course. "You can work for me as a personal assistant for the next few months. Use the job as an opportunity to improve you're putting while I work out something more permament."
Darlene giggled with delight when Mark drove Peter to the club to introduce him around. "He is on my payroll to improve his golf but you can have him for a few hours a day to help you in the shop while your husbands away. He starts next week look after him for me. The first thing you can do is set him up with a new set of clubs." He winked when Peter was not looking, licked his lips suggestively and smiled. "Maybe when you have time you can take him in the back room and help him choose a couple of new outfits."
Marks thoughts were full of his first afternoon in the back room with Darlene as he left Peter in her care. She had walked into the change room when he was half undressed and immediately taken hold of his cock and led him to a bunch of clothes in the storeroom. Brushing aside his protests she proceeded to seduce him while her husband was outside teaching a new golfer. When three of her friends disturbed them she had left him to whisper and giggle over what she was doing to her new lover before returning to enthusiastically finish what she had started.
Darlene didn't waste any time. As soon as Mark left she looked up at Peter and laughed, "Come with me I'll look after everything you need," Peter laughed at her enthusiasm as she took his hand and headed for the pro shop. Inside she took him over to a display of putters,"look at these while I make a call."
On the phone she spoke quietly to Shelia Jones, "Mark has employed a tall thin young six foot stud with what looks like an extremely large lump in his pants. He has blue eyes curly hair and is painfully shy. I suspect he will be a virgin but not for long if I have anything to do with it. He knows no one at the club so we can take him under our wing before those other vultures wake up to his potential. He's in the shop. I will keep him entertained this afternoon. I suggest you call Martha and Julie and plan how we can share him."
Peter was surprised when Darlene returned and stood close. He was more surprised when she placed her hand on his butt. "Tell me about yourself," she whispered throatily as her hand stroked and squeezed his firm flank. Peter looked down at Darlene as his cock grew and unwound in his pants. He had no experience with women, never having had a girl or woman come on to him in this way.
He had spent most of his spare time working at a number of part time jobs or practicing on the city owned golf course at the back of his folks rented home. He never had time for girls and didn't know what to do as Darlene's hand moved to rub his now fully enlarged cock creating more havoc in his tight pants.
Darlene looked up and saw the concern in his eyes "don't worry," she whispered "I won't hurt you. I want to show you that there is more to life than golf." She took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Come into the back room where we can be more comfortable."
