Have you ever sucked a cock, or been sucked on a golf course? Well, I have.
I'm Thomas, a very straight acting closeted bisexual widower, and father of two sons. My bisexuality took fruit on a golf course years ago.
I started as a caddy at the prestigious Columbus Country Club in the early 1950s. I caddied there for eight years. Caddies were allowed to play golf Monday mornings from the break of day till noon. The course was closed to members on Mondays when the bulk of course maintenance was done. Thus, I began a life-long love of playing golf.
Today at the age of eighty-one, my golf usually consists of hitting some balls on the range followed by nine holes of golf.
I got married when I was a mere eighteen years old and was a father before turning twenty-one. This did not deter me from seeking a college education. I worked the evening shift in a Western Electric factory while attending day classes, at first at Ohio State University, and later Franklin University. It took me seven years, but I finally got received an Engineering degree in 1966.
I moved my family to Fort Myers, Florida, and took a position with the United Telephone Company Florida (UTF), as Manager of Central Office Equipment Engineering (COE), in 1972.
It was not long before I joined the UTF Golf Team in the Thursday Night Business Men's League.
One of my team members, named Bill, became a good friend and golfing partner. Bill and I would play in the Business Men's League, and usually on Saturdays. We also traveled around the state playing in amateur two-man team events.
When playing in the two-man team events, we would share a motel room. In this environment I often had the opportunity to see Bill's cock. It was a big, thick cut cock with a large mushroom head. Bill was a big guy and had a cock commensurate with his size. I was mesmerized by Bill's cock which was well over six inches in a flaccid state. Me, on the other hand, had a more modest cock that measured just under six inches when totally hard.
One night while sleeping, I awoke and could hear Bill stroking his cock. I listened for a while, as my cock grew hard. I had always been very straight, but I could see Bill's hard cock in my mind's eye, and knew, without a doubt, I wanted to suck it. This was a very strange feeling for someone that had been straight his entire life.
I wrestled with thoughts of what to do. I did not want my best friend to think I was a cocksucker. Remember this was in the 1970s. Most cocksuckers were very closeted back in those days. I did not have the courage to act on my feelings and spent the rest of the night in a fitful sleep. But the seeds were sown, I wanted to suck Bill's cock.
Nothing was said between us, but some-how I had the eerie feeling that Bill knew I wanted to suck his cock.
I never sucked Bill's cock, but masturbated many times thinking of sucking his cock. Bill never did anything overt toward getting me to suck him, but I had the same eerie feeling that he wanted me to suck him. Neither of us had the courage to make the first move.
In 1987, I moved from Florida to the Raleigh, NC area after accepting a position with the Northern Telecom Corporation in Research Triangle Park, NC.
When I would travel back to Florida, Bill and I always got together to play golf. We remained the best of friends.
One day I got a call from Bill's brother-in-law telling me Bill was dying of leukemia. He had entered the hospital to have knee replacement surgery, and while having tests done, they discovered the leukemia.
I called Bill and we had a long talk. We talked about the things he loved, and about our times in the golf course. I finally screwed up the courage to tell him how much I had wanted to suck his cock, but did not have the courage to act on my feelings. I was shocked to hear him say how much he wanted me to suck his cock, and like me, did not have the courage to act on his feelings.
Bill died two weeks later, and his wife asked me to be a speaker at his funeral. At first, I was reluctant, but in the end, I relented and did speak. I had the assembled laughing and crying. I told many golfing stories, but as I did, the thought of Bill's big cock ran through my mind. Something I still think and dream about.
I retired in 2003, but did not return to Florida. My late wife and I had two grown sons that followed us to NC from Florida. They settled here and both married local girls. So, when I retired my wife was not moving back to Florida, her babies were here.
Following my retirement, we moved from Raleigh to the small town of Clayton about 18 miles SE of Raleigh and I joined a Tuesday/Thursday Senior's Golf League.
It was in that golf league that I met the guy that I would finally suck. Many of the Senior men had wives that were no longer interested in sex, but most of the men remained horny dudes.
In my case, my late wife never refused me her pussy, but she did refuse to suck my cock.
I got friendly with a married guy named Don who was a member of the Senior's group and had experience as cocksucker. He made no bones letting me know he would like to suck my cock. I told him I was a total novice, and had never had my cock sucked, nor had I ever sucked a cock.
