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Partnersthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:romantic, 6716 words)

Author: Spearchamp Picture in profile
Added: Jul 24 2008Views / Reads: 1480 / 1107 [75%]Story vote: 9.75 (4 votes)
I ultimately decided that this was kind of romantic, although you could argue it being adultrous, cockold, or maybe even fetish - depending on how you feel about doing it in a sand trap on a golf coure. It's kind of long, but I really liked the character
 


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Ben Pellegrini stepped out of the shower in the men's locker room at Brook Hollow Country Club, toweling himself dry. Reaching into his own locker, he pulled out a fresh golf shirt, underwear, and shorts and laid them out on the bench. As he slipped on his underwear, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and paused to take a look. Like most men his age (Ben was a few months shy of 55), he viewed himself with a mixture of vanity and anxiety - he was definitely thin on top, his hair definitely more salt than pepper. At the same time, working out 5 days a week had kept his 6'2" body in reasonably good trim - no six pack abs, but no paunch, either, and his tanned body featured strong, wiry limbs that could launch a golf ball as far as many of the young guns at the club.

Ben finished dressing, slipped on some worn, leather sandals, closed his locker, and headed up the carpeted stairs to the Grill Room. His partner that day, Rudy Randolph, was heading downstairs, and stopped him in the stairwell.

"Pelley, you magnificent BAS-tard! You were on fire today," crowed Rudy, slapping Ben on the shoulder. He reached into his pocket and handed Ben $40. "You should have seen the look on their faces, man - you'd of thought we took ‘em for $1000 each." Ben smiled slightly, remembering shots cleanly struck from the firm, Bermuda turf and putts rolling in from impossibly long distances over undulating greens.

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