Seattle, Washington

There is a something about public sex that really gets me off. Public sex when people don’t know it is happening right in front of them. It is the risk factor. The chance of getting caught.

I worked one summer at this golf course. Lots of snooty people coming and going. My job was to man this booth where they could ask questions, make reservations for the clubhouse and the course, and pick up promotional materials about upcoming events. It was pretty boring for me, but I could do homework when people weren’t around. I was taking some evening course at the local community college. Improving my mind as it were.

Another part of the job was handing out the groundskeepers’ schedules. There were three of them and they’d come by on Friday afternoon to pick up the worksheet for the next week. They were friendly guys and each would talk with me a few minutes before getting their sheets. I had a small crush on Kevin, a 30-something, dark-haired guy who was the newest groundskeeper. He was a small guy with a nice build. Burned brown by the sun, his face was ruddy and creased. Rugged looking but sort of soft at the same time. He always had a nice bulge in his pants and I enjoyed watching him walk away from my booth, his firm butt filling out the golf course-issued tan workpants. I sometimes fantasized about fucking him when I beat off. Didn’t know if he was gay or not. I suspected he was.

One night I was leaving the local gay bar with some friends and saw Kevin pull into the parking lot. I waved at him. He looked surprised for a moment to see me but waved back.

That night at home I imagined fucking him on the golf course as the golfers played through, hitting their balls around us.

The next day at the golf course, Kevin came to my booth and said: “Hey, funny seeing you the other night.”

“Why?”

“I thought you might be gay but wasn’t sure.”

“Yes, I am gay,” I said. “I wondered if you were.”

“Yeah, I like cock,” he said, winking and looking me over with a new interest. Guess I was not just the guy in the booth anymore. “Meet anyone at the bar?” he asked.

“No,” I laughed. “I am old news around this town. Couldn’t get a blow job if my life depended on it.”

Kevin looked around the area to see who was near. Judging that the coast was clear, he leaned in a bit and said,” I’ll blow you anytime you want. Suck you dry.”

I got a tingle in my balls that spread through my cock to the head. “Anytime?” I asked.

“Anytime,” he nodded. “I love sucking cock and swallowing loads. Do you cum a lot? I’ll take yours if you want. Do you want that?”

My cock was getting hard very quickly. “Yeah,” I said. “I do. Want it and cum a lot.”

At this point a woman walked up to my booth. She looked at us both the way you’d look at servants.

“Hello,” she said. “I need the availability schedule for this week.”

“Here you go,” I said, handing it to her. I was doing my usual professional routine, but was totally getting off that she had no idea I was sporting a boner. The booth was totally enclosed, only open at the front with a counter that came up to me almost to my chest, so she could not see the elongated lump pointing left.

I reached down and caressed my cock through my pants, while calming saying to her, “There still are some open slots this afternoon if you want.” She had no idea I was playing with myself not four feet from her. It was hot and I could feel my cock firm up more. Kevin just stood to the side watching with a smile on his face. He knew my boner was there behind that counter.

“Thank you,” the woman said as she walked away.

I laughed.

“What?” asked Kevin.

“I got this raging hardon going on and she had no idea. It could burst out of my pants at any minute.”

“Can I see it?”

“Only if you suck it,” I said to tease him.

“OK, I will.”

“Right now?”

“Sure.”

The thought of how getting a blow job in broad daylight at the golf course was a kick. Quickly I looked around my work area to see how it could work. Underneath the counter, inside the booth, was space for some storage -- a few boxes of fliers, my backpack, some miscellaneous crap.

Nobody was around at the moment.

“Come around the back,” I told Kevin. He did and I let him in. “Get under the counter.”

He fit pretty well in a squatting position. He reached up and stroked my dick, smiling. “Looks like a nice one. Can’t wait to taste it.”

He undid my fly’s buttons and pulled my shorts down. My cock bobbed up and hit him in the nose. He buried his nose in my pubes and inhaled deeply. He began to lick my cock head slowly while he squeezed my balls lightly. His tongue ran up and down the underside of my cock a few times before he engulfed the whole thing in his very wet and warm mouth.

Several golfers walked down the path a few yards away. One looked at me and waved. I waved back. If he only knew what was going on beneath my counter. I reached down and patted Kevin’s face. He sucked harder.

The woman who had been at my booth earlier was coming back toward me. “Be quiet,” I told Kevin.

He let my cock go from his mouth, smiled and whispered: “Not a peep.” He tongued my nuts a little bit and then started back on my pole.

The woman was now at the counter. “Do you have a schedule for the next week? I want to plan ahead a bit.”

“Sure do,” I said. “It’s just not out on the counter.” As I reached down to pick up the folder sitting on one of the boxes next to Kevin. He licked my hand. The shock of his wet tongue against my skin was delicious.

“Here is next week schedule,” I said to the woman. “It is still handwritten at this point.”

“Thank you.”

She looked at it, running her finger down the days and times.

Kevin continued his work, sucking and kissing my cock and balls.

The woman was cross-checking the schedule with her day timer. She glanced at me, saying: “Friends will be here from out of town and I want to be sure to get them in for a few rounds.”

I smiled politely, not giving any indication that my dick was slick with spit. Kevin knew what he was doing. I glanced down to him. He looked up and took my cock from his mouth, replacing it with his finger, wetting it. He winked and slid the finger up my asshole. I clenched down on it and some pre-cum dripped onto his chin. His tongue darted out, scooping it into his mouth.

“Can I reserve now, even if this is not official yet?” the woman asked.

“No problem,” I answered evenly even though I could feel the start of an orgasm in my balls. Could I cum while she stood there? “What day are you looking at?”

“I think next Wednesday will be good,” she said looking back to her day timer.

The cum started propelling out of me and down Kevin’s throat.

“What (first shot) time (second shot) do you (third shot) want?” I asked. (shots four and five).

“I’d like a tee-off of 2PM.”

Kevin lapped at my slit, getting all the re- maining juice. It tickled, but I maintained my focus. Couldn’t let this lady know I just unloaded a big wad in the groundskeeper’s mouth.

“I got it,” I said. “When I print the schedule, I will put you down.”

“Thank you,” she said, moving away.

I looked at Kevin, who was still nursing on my deflating dick.

“That was hot,” I said. “Cumming in your mouth while she stood there planning her foursome.”

Kevin just smiled.

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