(A wilder, horny one for today...)
PRO TOUR
He didn't need the money. Hell, he'd just won the big prize after a hard fought PGA event. This on top of the other money and endorsements that had been coming in.
But the fifty dollar bills laid down on the hotel bedside table was a turn on for Brandon Kelly. It was part of his kink.
As was the haughty chuckle by the next man in line. Number five. Deep Southern voice. "Damn, son, aren't you a sight?" the middle aged man laughed, unbuckling his belt. The words were loose, not quite slurred, but the country club daddy had been drinking the afternoon for sure.
Sometimes Brandon didn't even look to see who was gonna fuck him. But that voice was turning him on. He looked back to see a medium-height man, full dad bod build but solid ex-jock frame. Sunburned face, raccoon eyes from wearing sunglasses. Sweaty salt and pepper hair barely visible beneath the club ball cap he had on.
Brandon almost gasped as those shorts dropped. Southern Daddy wasn't the hottest guy who'd fuck him today, but he was definitely packing a majorly fat boner. Beer can territory.
"You know the price," was all the golfer said, though.
That got another lewd chuckle, as the man reached down to fish out his wallet. "All right, buddy. I thought I might get a freebie off ya, but fifty bucks is a bargain." He got a few bills, three twenties to give a little something extra to the early-30s pro stud. The man sauntered over and laid the cash on top of the growing pile, slowly to give Brandon a chance for a nice up close view of that daddy boner.
"Fucking PGA whore," came his growl as he got up on the bed.
Brandon wasn't sure if that was a question or a comment, but he said, "Yessir." He had on only his sponsorship-logo golf polo, a really expensive watch, and nothing else. The golfer lay face down on the mattress, the sheets a little damp from sweat and lube and the overflow cum. Brandon worked hard on his legs and his ass and he felt rough hands rub and grip the muscle appreciatively.
But Southern Daddy wasn't into foreplay. He gave a hard smack to the butt cheek then crawled right on top of Brandon's splayed body. Somehow, the middle aged guy felt firmer, more solid with that weight pressed on top of him.
Brandon acted a little slutty, maybe, hiking his ass back and doing the work to line that beer can up. The excess lube and cum did the rest, making that fatness pop right in.
"FUCK!" Brandon cried. But a hand clapped over his mouth.
"Quiet, you fucker!" the top breathed. Brandon could definitely smell the beer on his breath. Rather than be a turn off, it reminded him of losing is virginity at the country club back home.
That thick wedge was pressing in steadily now. The thing about beer can cocks is they feel even thicker going in on entry.
The daddy was excited as hell. "Jesus, son, you're still tight as fuck... after all evening, too." He grunted even deeper once he bottomed in. "Fucking slopping hole."
That hand stayed on Brandon's mouth but with less force. Instead, it was like the older man was using it for leverage as he threw his whole body into boning that golfer ass. Deep steady stroke, battering open the last of Brandon's natural tightness. It felt good, great even, until Southern Daddy started going harder.
"Shut up, slut... I paid good money for this," he growled.
Sixty bucks, Brandon laughed to himself. But that sum itself was part of the turn on. How much it undervalued his sexual worth. How it made the fuck so strictly transacitonal.
It was that idea that changed the discomfort back to pleasure and made the golfer's cock hard again against the sheets.
"God fucking damn, buddy..." came the daddy's hisses, so close to orgasm. Then that ex-jock body fucked Brandon with a few last hard thrusts and seized tight, a deep groan signalling that the pro golfer was getting seeded again.
Now, as the daddy collapsed onto Brandon's prostrate body, that weight felt really fucking heavy now. But after a second, the man climbed back off.
No talking now, he just grabbed the towel that was set by the bed. Wiping off he picked up his shorts again, put them on, rebuckled his belt and was out the door without a word.
Brandon felt more alive than ever. He hadn't expected this guy to push his buttons so much, but this fuck had hit him so deeply. But as he rolled back on his back, feeling the very slick cum deposit fresh in his hole, he reached down the gingerly touched his rock hard erection. He wondered if his brother had lined up anyone else.
Just then the key card sound came, then the door opened. This was Brandon's favorite part of anticipation, the couple seconds before he saw the next top, or before the next top saw what was in store for him.
This time it was Chase. Not changed from a day on the course, still looking hot as fuck. Huge smile on his face and a hard on in those golf shorts. "Hey bro.... couple of guys are still waiting but I couldn't hold off any more."
"I'm glad," Brandon said. "Though that last guy was incredible."
Chase smirked then walked over to the wad of cash. Picking up the bills, he counted the money, then stuffed it in his pocket. "God, if Dad could see you now," he said.
Brandon blushed. "Come on, Chase."
"Come on, what?" Even when giving the biggest put downs Brandon's little brother was cute as fuck. "I'm not the fucking whore in the family." Then in a more horny tone... "How sloppy are you, bro?"
Brandon leaned back, a smirk of his own forming. "Pretty damn wet."
Now it was Chase whose face got that horny serious look. "Gonna feed me, bro?"
Brandon nodded and scooted down in the bed, lifting his legs apart. Chase kicked off his sneakers and got up on the bed, right into his favorite place.
The two had learned what rhythm worked best. That brother tongue slowly lapping and soothing that fucked hole, getting used to the lube there, before venturing deeper. Some long probe, then shallow licks seemed to get the cum flowing.
This felt nasty the first time Chase felched him. It still did, but it was a ritual neither could get enough of. Particularly the younger golfer, who munched and feasted harder the more he got fed. Soon he was eating out practically clean pro-jock hole.
That wouldn't last long. Face reddened and spit wet, Chase pulled back and unzipped.
"Not gonna need lube," he announced. Indeed as he lined up that long, thick prick Brandon's hole seemed to accommodate without issue. Maybe it was his brother's eyes on his. Hungry, lusty.
"Good win today, bro," Chase hissed, feeling tight bro hole surround his cock.
Brandon's voice was hoarse with need. "For you, buddy..."
Chase's lips curled into an excited sneer. Then he began pounding Brandon's ass, with hard heavy thrusts. For a longer session, he'd go for distance more. But after the felching just now, he was worked up. He could still taste six men's seed on his tongue. "Mother fuck!" he cried. And seeded his brother's hole.
He was in a more affectionate mood when he withdrew. "You good for a couple more, bro?"
Brandon dropped his legs to the bed. This was the only part that embarrassed him, admitting to Chase that he still wanted other guys. But Chase's fuck had been quick, and Brandon still hadn't gotten off. "Yeah, I'm good."
Chase tucked in and zipped up. He laughed then leaned down to kiss his older brother. The first and only kiss Brandon Kelly would get that night.
"All right. I'll tell those fuckers to tip better, too," he smirked. "Just because you're a whore doesn't mean they can't be grateful."
God. even when putting him down his little brother could be sexy as fuck.
"Give me five, bro?" Brandon asked. "I gotta piss." He'd been going a solid hour without a break.
Chase nudged his chin and winked. "Take ten. It'll just make the next dude hornier."
And like that his brother was off to play pimp for the rest of the night.
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A Matter of Pride by Lhhome | G | 100
Not at the game Niall takes pride in being the best at.
i'll show you a hole in one by littlemissmeggie | E | 1921
“Show me a hole in one,” Niall whispered in Harry’s ear like it was a secret, “and I’ll go get you another beer.”
Harry moved an arm around Niall’s waist, his hand at the small of Niall’s back. “I’ll show you a hole in one,” Harry growled, pulling Niall flush against his body, “but not out here.”
“Gross!” Niall giggled. He pushed himself out of Harry’s strong arm and stepped away from the brunette. “Go on, then! Hole in one for a beer.”
“I don’t want a beer, though, love,” Harry said, voice pitched low and sticky. Harry’s hands moved down to cup Niall’s arse and he lifted him up, Niall’s legs immediately wrapping around Harry’s waist. “Just want you. On my private putting green.”
It was Niall’s turn to roll his eyes. “Harry, I swear to God, if you make one more golf innuendo, I’m not having sex with you.”
or...
Harry's new house just so happens to have a private putting green and Harry uses it as the perfect excuse to invite Niall over.
Playing and Golfing at Pebble Beach by anonymousorly | E | 2017
Harry's tour brings him to the city where Niall happens to be recording and proposes a golf outing. Harry bets Niall can't make par for a blowjob.
Putting it in! by 4ureyesonly28, BringMeADream, foreverfanficaddict | T | 2990
Liam has problems controlling his length, Louis has problems controlling his tongue, Harry is very protective over Louis' balls and Niall? Niall just really wants to have a foursome at the golf course.
The Eighteenth by slashter | E | 6377
It only takes Harry and Louis eighteen holes to fall in love.
[Or the one where Louis is Harry's caddy and Harry hasn't felt this alive in a very long time]
Who's Your Caddy? by listentotheink | nr | 9701
Harry is a golfer, and Louis is a caddy. They haven't seen each other in years, but they're more familiar than to each other than they're willing to admit. Sometimes you have to lose to gain. Especially in the beginning.
putt a little love on me by starryharry | G | 15631
Louis works at a golf course with Zayn and Liam, but they only have a few months left until everything changes. Along the way, Louis meets Harry.
Be My Little Good Luck Charm by 100percentsassy | E | 34873
In which Harry is a promising amateur golfer making his debut at the PGA Championship, and Louis is a Sky Sports anchor who would really rather be commentating on footie.
The other boys are around too: caddy!Niall provides victory pints, Liam is Louis's Very Serious co-anchor, and poor Zayn just gets his face drawn on.
Par for the Course | E | 36869
Harry's right there. In person. Wearing a ridiculous purple golf shirt and those stupid gloves that keep the clubs from flying out of your hands when you swing and he's staring at Louis like he's just seen a fucking ghost.
Though, Louis supposes, he really sort of has.
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These Bears Are Golden: Du & Zheng Win US Amateur Four-ball Title
KIAWAH ISLAND, S.C. -- The Golden Bear duo of Aaron Du and Sampson Zheng did not get the opportunity to play for an NCAA title in Arizona, so a USGA national championship is a mighty good substitute.
The two 21-year-old rising seniors at the University of California-Berkeley, whose team missed qualifying for the NCAAs by only three strokes a week ago, capped off a remarkable five days at Kiawah Island Club on Wednesday by winning the 8th U.S. Amateur Four-Ball Championship with a 2-and-1 victory over Drew Kittleson and Drew Stoltz in the 18-hole final at Cassique.
They are the first No. 1 seeds to claim the championship, and the second consecutive co-medalists to hoist the trophy, following Chad Wilfong and Davis Womble a year ago at the Country Club of Birmingham (Ala.). They are also the second and third Cal golfers to hoist a USGA trophy; Ben An, who graduated from UC Berkeley in 2011, won the 2009 U.S. Amateur.
“For me it's history,” said Zheng. “Our names are going to go down forever .. Fifty years, 100 years later when this tournament continues on, our names are going to be on [that trophy]. That's such an amazing thing to think about.”
Both sides came into the final 36 under par for the week, with the usual match-play concessions. Du and Zheng had played 100 holes, including stroke play, while Kittleson and Stoltz, who hosts a Sirius/XM Radio show on the PGA Tour Network with two-time USGA champion Colt Knost, had played 109.
But it was the college kids from Cal who made more birdies (6 to 4), including three on the second nine that clinched the match. The first came at the par-5 11th with the match tied. Facing a 96-yard approach into the wind and a challenging hole location, Du stuffed his 52-degree wedge to 4 feet. Then on the 180-yard 13th, Zheng’s punch 6-iron stopped 14 feet from the flagstick, and he converted. Back on Sunday during the final round of stroke play, Zheng made eight consecutive birdies and 10 overall.
Du, putting first, executed his birdie putt perfectly, and after emotional hugs, they were hoisting the U.S. Amateur Four-Ball Trophy.
“I've always dreamed having that putt to win the tournament,” said Du. “And that moment it was just so special. It's a dream come true to be able to have that putt in the first place, and then making it, obviously with my partner, Sampson here, it doesn't get any better than this.”
In the semifinals earlier on Wednesday, Du and Zheng made seven birdies in outlasting Ohioans and ex-Wright State teammates Tyler Goecke and Bryce Haney, 2 and 1. Zheng converted a 15-footer on the 17th hole to close out the match.
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