Chapter 19
Dean
In preparation for the upcoming charity golf tournament, Dean met Colton at a local golf simulator for his first lesson. Colton had rented the entire golf simulator for the day. Dean thought that was a little excessive, but he was happy to have Colton all to himself.
“Okay the first thing you need to work on is your swing and your tee shot,” Colton began.
He moved Dean into position in front of the ball and aimed him at the large video screen in front of them.
“Widen your stance.” Colton said as he situated himself directly behind Dean.
Oh my God,Dean thought.If I feel his cock pressed against my ass, I’m going to fucking lose it.
Colton placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders and slowly slid down his arms until his hands were covering Dean’s, demonstrating the proper grip of the club. Dean quivered and tried to control his breathing, feeling Colton’s huge bicepspressed against him, his chest pressed into his back. Yeah, he could get used to this. He smelled so good, a manly combination of leather, bourbon, and soap.
Oh God, oh God…concentrate, Dean!
Colton was saying something about grip, but all Dean could think about was gripping Colton’s perfect ass and driving him deep inside of him.
Colton placed his right hand on Dean’s belly and Dean began to feel a stirring in his pants.
Oh no, oh no!Dean started to panic. This could get embarrassing, really fast.
“The swing starts here, in your core,” Colton explained with his hand on Dean’s stomach, his mouth dangerously close to Dean’s ear. Dean’s pulse quickened and he could feel a bead of sweat on his temple.
Colton moved his hands just below Dean’s ribcage. “This is where you rotate, right through the ribs.”
Oh, my fucking God!Dean was rock hard. There was no hiding his cock in this state, but he hoped Colton didn’t notice. Maybe if he just stayed bent over the club, he wouldn’t be able to see.
Colton slowly turned Dean through a swing, one hand on his shoulder and one hand on his waist.
“There. Got it?” Colton asked.
“Um…can you go over that one more time?” Dean asked coyly, looking over his shoulder at Colton. “I was having a little trouble concentrating.”
“Don’t make this weird!” Colton smiled, poking the back of Dean’s arm.
“I know, I’m sorry. Show me one more time.”
After one more swing demonstration from Colton, Dean took a swing…
Whiff, complete miss.
“Off to a great start!” Dean joked.
“It’s ok, you’ll get it. Try again,” Colton coached.
This time, Dean made decent contact with the ball and sliced it off to the right side of the fairway on the screen. Not a great shot, but decent for his first time.
“There you go! Not bad.” Colton reassured with a pat on the shoulder.
Whenever one of them made contact with the ball, there was a loudwhack, quickly followed by a dullthumpas the ball hit the screen…
WHACK-THUMP.
Dean was starting to get it now.
WHACK-THUMP.
