Work had a golfing event, and I'm not much of a golfer, but I was obliged to go. I'm more for flag football myself as I played D1 football in college. Don't take that to mean I was good. I was good enough to get into a D1 program, but most of my time was spent on the bench until my senior year when one of the starting linebackers tore his ACL. Anyway, I'm on a tangent.
Work had a golfing event. One of my coworkers lived about ten blocks from me, and the golf course was out in the burbs, so it made sense to ride together. As I left the house, I hollered to my girlfriend, "See you after, babe."
"I have drinks with Tiffany after work. I won't be home until late," Allison hollered back.
I hoped she'd get a little strange while she was out. We had an open relationship, and to be honest, I could use the time to myself despite how horny I was. I'd been feeling a little cramped of late. Nothing she'd done wrong. I just liked my alone time when I could get it. I was about halfway to my car when I realized it was chilly out, but I wasn't one to turn back.
I honked when I got to Michael's apartment, and he came prancing down the front steps dressed in pastel colors. I'd had the sneaking suspicion that he was gay from the moment I met him, though he claimed to have a girl. He wasn't overtly flamboyant or anything, it was just a feeling I got. His mannerism as he came up to my car didn't do anything to change my mind. "I'm so ready for a golf day," he said. He seemed a little more...girly today.
"Interesting color scheme you have going."
He ran the zipper on his pink jacket a few inches up and down. "It was all on sale. I've been doing some retail therapy."
"What's up?"
He sighed. "One of my accounts is just a giant pain in the ass. It's the normal stuff, but it's wearing on me."
"It's almost the weekend, Michael. Keep your eye on the prize."
The golfing event turned out a lot better than I thought it would though I was a bit cold through most of it. Michael and I played in the same foursome. Drinks were included, but since I was driving, I only had a few over the course of the day. I played like crap but we all had a good time bullshitting and complaining about customers. About two holes in, Allison started texting me dirty pics. She said she was bored. It started with her perfect little tits, but by the fourteenth hole she was sending me close ups of her pussy. At that point, I was pretty unhappy that she wouldn't be back until late. My cock was practically dripping by the time we finished up.
There was a raffle at the end of it all, and I had the good fortune of winning a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. I was pretty much on cloud nine after that. Scotch wasn't my first choice, but it was an expensive bottle of liquor. Nothing wrong with that.
It started raining on the way home, coming down hard and cold. Michael was pretty tipsy in the passenger seat. "I'm sorry you didn't get to drink much, Travis," he mumbled.
"No problem." I pointed my thumb to the back seat. "I'm gonna crack into that Johnny when I get home."
"Well, I'll join you."
"That's ok, buddy. I don't mind drinking alone."
"There won't be anyone else there? I'm definitely joining you. Nobody should have to drink alone."
I swallowed a sigh. There wasn't any way out of this without being rude. I didn't say anything until we were closer to his house. "You sure you don't want to go home?"
He slapped my shoulder, his wrist loose enough to make me raise an eyebrow. "Nonsense."
I shook my head as I got out of my car. So close to an afternoon alone cranking one out to some really dirty shit. Michael slammed his door and as I turned around to tell him to take it easy, he slipped in the mud that had built up from the remodel going on next door. His new jacket and trousers were absolutely covered in mud when he stood up. He was a good sport about it though, and that made me respect him a bit more.
"C'mon," I said. "We can throw them in the wash. I'll give you some clothes to wear."
"Your clothes won't fit me, big boy." He really didn't help himself when he said stuff like that.
"I got a clean pair of gym shorts. You'll have to just pull the string tight."
We stopped at the washing machine when we got inside. "You can drop your stuff here." I pointed down the hallway. "Bathroom is there if you want grab a towel to dry off." I assumed he'd go to the bathroom to undress and towel off, but he just started shucking his wet, muddy clothes right there, dropping them into the washer. I couldn't help but notice his body. I consider myself straight for the most part, but his tan supple body had an almost girlish look to it.
I turned my head. "I'll get you the shorts." I looked over my shoulder as I walked down the hallway and caught a glimpse of his plump ass. He tanned naked.
The shower started while I was rummaging through my dresser for a pair of shorts and shirt. "Goddamn it." I dopped the shorts and shirt outside the door and knocked. "Clothes are in the hallway."
Johnny Walker was exactly where I left him when I got to the living room. I poured myself four fingers and sprawled on the couch. It went down much easier than it should have. The good stuff usually did. I poured some more and sipped it. Michael had been in the shower for more than twenty minutes at this point. I capped the bottle and sat it on the floor next to me. My whole body was feeling light and warm, my face hot from the drunk I was about to tie on. The shower finally stopped, the handles squeaking as Michael turned them closed.
I'd forgotten to get him a glass, so I got another from the dry bar and poured Michael a finger. I didn't want him to get too blasted to get home when his clothes were dry. I'd just sat back down when I heard the bathroom door open. "Got a drink in here for you, Michael."
I took another sip and almost spit it up when Michael came into the living room. He was wearing a pale yellow sundress that Allison must have left hanging on the back of the bathroom door. He put his hands behind his back, bounced up on his toes and did a little twirl. "This looked more comfortable," he said shyly.
I sat my glass down, swallowed with a throat suddenly dry. With his short blonde hair slicked back from the shower and his fine features, he looked so much like a slender woman. My dick certainly read him as one. I was half mast before I even knew what was happening. "Come here." I stayed seated and as he walked over to me, moving his hips like a woman as he did.
"Do you like it, Travis?" He stopped right in front of me. I reached up, put my hands on his hips and turned him to the side. I let my hand trail down over his ass until I felt the smooth skin of his hairless thigh. I pushed the dress up slowly. Michael's breathing was getting louder. I'm sure mine was too. I tucked a hand between his legs. Fuck his thighs were smooth. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I used my other hand to pull the sundress up higher.
