It's not very often that my wife Amy goes out of town so I was going to make the most of the opportunity. My friend Steve and I had decided this would be the perfect time to get together after texting for the last couple of weeks. We live in neighboring states, so with the free time we decided we had to make the most of it. To explain why we were looking forward to hanging out though I've got to go back a month to our friend Joe's bachelor party.
I've known Joe and most of the other guys invited to the bachelor party since we were kids. We had all grown up playing sports together and trying to date the same girls in high school. So when Joe got engaged we were all eagerly looking forward to getting back together. Joe decided he wanted something pretty low key so golf was the obvious choice. After high school we had all moved away from each other for the most part, so we picked Florida as a good central place to meet up, where golf and women were sure to abound.
The first night was a blast. Once everyone got to the hotel, we all got together for drinks and dinner at a local seaside restaurant. With the beer flowing it was like we were back in high school, only sexual conquests were replaced with anecdotes about pregnant wives and new jobs. Either way we drank and talked like we hadn't skipped a beat.
The next morning, Friday, we left for our first tee time of the day, all still a little hungover. We split up into two groups, with our beer coolers full, and bragging rights at stake. I was in the same group as my friend Joe, our buddy Jay from high school, and the only guy at the party who didn't go to high school with us, Steve. Steve had been Joe's roommate in college and I'd gotten to know him over the last several years as well. He was an athletic guy, about 6' 2" and solidly built, which is fitting for a guy that was captain of the baseball team in college. We'd all played golf together before too, so I knew I had a great playing companion.
After the first 9 holes and with our hangovers receding into a new buzz, we were 3 strokes ahead of the other group.
"Don't let me down assholes!" Joe chastised us at the turn. "This is my party and I intend to win this shit."
Laughing at my friend, I mockingly added, "maybe you ought to try and step up your game then."
"Ha! Nice!" Steve blurted out. "You'd better take Mike's advice Joe, he's got a point. You've been missing those short putts all day."
As we made the turn the other group came rolling up behind us. Rob, one of Joe's best friends had a proposition. "Let's make this round count for something. Losing team buys lap dances for the winners at the strip club later!"
"Now you're talking!" Joe hollered as we all grabbed some fresh beers.
"That's a steep bet considering you guys are down three strokes already" Jay shot back.
Turning and addressing the rear group Rob added "I'm confident we can pull it off. Right guys?" With that a cheer went up from the rear group, and with new motivation pushing us we teed off.
A couple holes later and we were definitely feeling the effects of the beer. As we set up to finish out a hole Joe blurted out, "alright guys if I can make this putt you all are buying me drinks later."
"We were already planning to numbnuts," Jay countered.
"Yeah, but now it'll be on record!" he said as he laughed.
Not to be outdone, Steve spoke up. "I've got a better idea. How about if you don't make the putt you've got to play the whole next hole with your dick out."
Joe paused for a second then said, " You've got a Deal!" They shook hands and we waited as he set up, taking his time to line up the shot. He took the putt and I'll be damned if the ball didn't roll 4 feet past the hole.
"Damn dude! It's almost like you were trying to miss it!" Steve laughed. "You know what that means. Let's see some dick!"
I could tell Joe was buzzed because he just laughed it off saying "alright, but let me get to the tee box first."
As we drove up to the tee box Steve and I couldn't help but laugh at our friend. "We're gonna have a good time this weekend," he said.
"Oh for sure dude! It's shaping up to be a great weekend!"
"You got that right buddy," he said with a suggestive smile. " We're only just getting started!"
As promised Joe unzipped on the tee box and pulled out his dick. Turning towards us he began thrusting in our direction. "Here you go homos! I know this is what you want!"
We all broke out in laughter jeering at him and reminding him that he was the one that had his dick out.
"Now don't forget," Steve spoke up, "you gotta play with it out the whole hole."
"Yeah yeah" was all Joe said as he teed off.
Joe finished the hole, dick out as promised, and we found ourselves falling behind but still a shot up.
"I think you play better with your dick out than in your pants," I remarked.
"Yeah well maybe you guys would play better too if you had yours out! In fact," he continued, "let's do the next one with all our dicks out. My party my rules!"
"Anyone have any objections to our bachelor's request?" Jay asked. We all kinda looked at each other, shrugged, and agreed.
"Dicks out!" Joe yelled, clearly content with himself.
Now I've known most of these guys for a long time and I've seen them in their underwear numerous times before, but this was the first time I'd seen their dicks. Considering Joe's dick had been hanging out for the past 10 minutes I'd gotten a pretty good look at it. As we all unzipped and pulled our dicks out I noticed glances all around, as everyone was clearly sizing each other up. We all acknowledged the glances, though not before lingering a bit longer on Steve. He must've been about 7 inches soft. We all gasped a little when we saw his thick flaccid dick hanging out of his shorts.
"Take a picture gents, I don't want you to forget it!" Steve broke the silence, very aware we were all focused on his massive dick.
"Alright guys, lets tee off! We've still got to win this thing!" I blurted, trying to deflect from the elephant in the room. We played out the hole, regained a two stroke lead, and pulled ourselves back into our shorts.
"I guess we just need to play with our dicks out the whole time," Joe said.
"Hey, it worked didn't it?! And I needed to air myself out a bit," Steve shot back.
Directing my comments to him I said, "I can imagine. How do you keep that thing in your pants dude?!"
"Ha! I knew you guys were staring at my dick," he laughed.
"Um... how could we not. You've got a huge dick," was all Jay could say.