4 comments/ 32164 views/ 2 favorites The Cart Boy By: BigNRG When I was in high school, I worked as a bag and cart attendant at a TPC country club. I was not the typical golf course employee. I played golf really well, but I also played lacrosse and raced bikes. I was a bit rough around the edges, some would say, but I worked twice as hard as all the spoiled punks I worked with. I was great friends with the Assistant Course Main. Director Dean Collins and the Assistant Pro Mark Bishop. We played many rounds of golf and practiced a ton together. In my quest to make as much money for college as I could, I also worked in the Banquet department. And that is where I met the woman of my dreams. Her name was Sara, the Banquet Manager, and she was just smokin' hot. She was about 5'3", maybe 110 lbs, with I would guess 34c tits and a rock hard ass. I had seen her at the pool a few times and she did not have an ounce of fat on her, with a sexy little six pack. God was she awesome. Anyway, I would loved to have hit on her but a few things stood in my way, our age was a big factor, I was only 16 and she was 23, and I had never "been" with a girl, but the biggest factor was that she was the "secret" girlfriend of the Director of Golf, Mike. He was a cool guy and I liked him, though he could be a bit stiff at times. Anyway, one night I was working in the restaurant. It was completely dead, and I was talking to Sara and somehow we got on the subject of what I liked to do, other than golf. I was telling her about the racing, hiking, camping, and hunting, when she perked up and told me about her and Mike and how they were going to be going hunting for Elk in the first gun season. I explained that I was also hunting the first season, and let her know that everyone knew about her and Mike. She acted surprised and we had a good laugh about it. As there was zero customers, Sara called the staff for a quick meeting and let us know that it was too dead to stay open, we were to get the restaurant ready for the morning shift and if someone came in we would take care of them on the fly. The cooks and the rest of the staff had left and we were just about to close the doors when a couple that was known to be stinking rich, walked in and wanted a quick bite to eat. Sara, always the professional, seated them and took their orders. I had some experience with cooking thanks to my mom, and doing some prep work now and again, so it was up to me. We were lucky, the couple had ordered sauté items so it was just a mater of pans and ingredients. I was able to put the orders out in just a few minutes, with some direction from Sara, and the couple was real pleased. When they had finished and left, Sara walked in just as I was starting the dishwasher. I had managed to clean everything in the kitchen up in record time, and was looking forward to getting home and to sleep. Sara handed me thirty bucks. I was kind of shocked to say the least. It was a tip from the late night guests, who were very happy with their meal. I said thanks and walked Sara to her car, which was on the other side of the lot from mine. She said thanks, gave me soft kiss on the cheek, got into her car and left. My heads north and south were swimming all the way home. I was too tired to do anything about it, so I just went to sleep. After school and practice, I was back at the club cleaning clubs, picking up the range and washing the golf carts. It was dark when I was finished, and as I said my goodbyes to Mark, I was off to the restaurant for my shift in the kitchen. When I walked in, the cooks seemed a little strange as everyone had a little smile on their face. I just shrugged it off and went to get an apron and start my list of prep work. When I got to the office, Mike was sitting in the office talking to the head chef. He was yelling at Mike and then stormed out of the kitchen. I asked Mike what was going on and he said that he just fired the chef. I stared at him with wide eyes. He laughed, handed me a cooks hat and said my raise would be retro active to the beginning of the month. I was floored. So now I was a line cook. I did great right off the bat. We were getting the food out faster and everyone was having a good time. The chef had been a real jerk, and without him around, everything seemed to be more fun. About a week later, Mike came down to the cart barn where I was cleaning up for the night. He thanked me for all my hard work and offered to let me hunt out of his cabin for the season if I wanted. I was real proud of myself. Hard work does pay off, I told myself. Anyway, I readily agreed. When the season rolled around, Mike handed me a set of keys and told me to have fun. He would be going out to Sawgrass for a "meeting of the minds" for Course Directors, for the first week of the season, so the place was all mine. I was psyched to say the least. I had scheduled to have Friday thru Sunday off for the season, and when the first day of the season rolled around I was up at the cabin for the night. That first night I crashed hard and woke up an hour before dawn to head out for the hunt. The first days of the season are hot, and I mean hot. That first day was no exception, 75 degrees while climbing up a mountain in hunting gear is no picnic. I didn't see any sign of elk movement, so after the morning hunt I headed back to the cabin for some breakfast. The cabin is the only building for about a half mile radius, so it wasn't even a second thought for me to strip naked and enjoy the sun. After lunch, I decided to work on getting rid of my farmers tan. I put a blanket down on the porch lounger and proceeded to fall asleep. A few hours passed before I woke up. To my enjoyment I had a hard on. So, never to miss an opportunity, I squirted some oil on my dick and stroked away, just enjoying the moment. I closed my eyes and pictured Sara bending over the railing as I fucked her stupid. I imagined her sucking my cock and that did it, I let loose two huge streams of cum. One hit me in the face and it made me laugh out loud. What a great day! I went in to clean up and when I looked out the window, a five point bull was standing about 140 yards away in the meadow with a couple of cows. I grabbed the gun and snuck out to the porch and sat down right where I had just been tanning fifteen minutes before. I was a little shaky, but managed a great shot and the bull only ran for a couple hundred feet into the timber before dropping. What a cool moment in my life. I quickly realized that I had a raging hard on. So there I was, heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, naked, having just killed my elk on opening day; it was surreal. I decide to enjoy the hard on and made a fateful decision to walk down naked to where the elk was laying. Having left my clothes, and only bringing by backpack, I was a bit nervous, and made it to the timber in very short order. Once inside the tree line, I settled down, and made my way to my elk. I was so proud. Perfect shot. I decided to pull my camera out and snap a few shots of the elk to show my dad and friends. As I was setting the camera up for a shot of me and the elk, my brain finally kicked in that I was nude. Just as I grabbed the camera, the shutter went off and panic set in. I had just taken a picture of myself nude standing in front of my elk. Crap! Oh well, just wasted an entire roll of film. I decided to have some fun and set the camera up to take some more auto pictures. When the roll was out, I slipped the film into my backpack (would destroy that later) loaded a new roll, snapped a few more pics without nudity, and headed back to the cabin to get some clothes on and take care of the elk. All in all it was a great opening day. When Mike got back to the course, he was real happy to hear I had taken a bull that early on. He was excided to get up for a hunt. I offered to go up with him to scout, track and hopefully bring out a big bull. When the next Friday came along, I packed my gear before heading out to school so we could leave right after my last class at 1:30. When I got to the club, I got some news that would change my life, although I did not know it at the time. Mike said that Sara wanted to get away, and had gone up to the cabin in the morning, and she would join us for the weekend. No complaints on my end. When we got to the cabin, Sara had the grill going and we had a great meal on the porch. No elk that evening in the meadow, but Sara was all the view I needed. The cabin had only one bedroom, so I got the fold up bunk in the main room. I was right next to the refrigerator, and was thankful for the drone of the compressor as I could hear the other two going at it as quiet as they could. It made me real horny and I started to stroke my growing hard on. It was a bit warm in the room from the wood stove so I figured with them going at it I was safe to cool off by getting out from under the sheets. It was great knowing that one of them could walk out at any time. As I stroked slowly, the week of early mornings, practices, and work must have caught up to me and I fell asleep. I woke up with a feeling that someone was stroking my dick. I opened my eyes and found Sara sitting beside me rubbing my cock, and looking into my eyes. I smiled, she smiled, and then it was over. I blew a load into her hand. She giggled and got up to get some paper towels. She wiped off her hand, smiled again and went back to the bedroom. No words. Wow, that was cool. I woke up to the smell of coffee, it was dark and the alarm clock read 4:30am, god it was early. As I rolled over to see who was in the kitchen, there was Sara, making breakfast. She was wearing one of those red union suits, very sexy, and the best part of all is that she had the back flap open and her bare ass was in plain view. I slipped out of bed and reached into her PJ's to grab her ass. I startled her and she dropped an egg on the floor. I held my finger to my mouth to keep her from saying anything or making any noise. I grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the egg. She just stood there watching me. With a playful wink, I turned her around facing away from me again and bent her over the sink. What a view. I wanted to suck on her pussy, but I got another idea. As I stood up my cock slid in between her legs and right into her sopping wet crotch. I went slowly at first trying not to make any noise, but then she turned her face to me and whispered that she wanted me to fuck her harder. That was it for me, sucks to be young I thought. Sara grabbed a handful of paper towels and wiped herself up, then did the unthinkable for me at that young age. She got down and sucked my dick into her mouth and I swear I came again. It was mind blowing. Mike called out asking what was for breakfast, and I jumped back into bed just before he opened the bedroom door. Of course, now I was stuck. I was naked under the sheets and my clothes were on the floor under the bunk. Mike walked in and started kicking the bunk as a joke to wake me up and the leg of the bunk flipped up and down I went. I rolled right into the kitchen, naked as a J bird. Mike was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. Sara was laughing too, and I just busted out myself. I got up and pulled on my boxers, camo pants and shirt. We stood around the kitchen eating eggs and bacon that Sara had cooked, until Mike said it was time to get going. We got our blaze orange vests on and grabbed the guns and headed off to find the elk. Mike wanted me to head up to the top of a high ridge while he worked the middle of the ridge. Not knowing what kind of hunter Mike was, I decided to climb up quickly and then let Mike hunt ahead of me. Safety was on my mind, so I was watching down the fall line of the ridge to see where Mike was headed. After a few minutes, I saw him in the meadow, and he was heading back to the cabin. I figured that he had forgotten something, and so I sat down to wait for him. After about five minutes, I pulled out my binoculars and focused in on the cabin. There was Mike and Sara on the porch, and Mike was screwing her from behind as she was bent over the patio table. What a bastard. That lucky guy. Sara was officially my first sex partner and I was jealous, funny. Anyway, I needed to deal with a growing problem in my pants. I had never been this horny, but I was so excited watching them that I had my dick in my hand stroking it in a matter of seconds. Man he was pounding the shit out of her, and then he pulled out. I had to laugh, he had a small dick. Not even close to the size of mine. Granted, I was a half a mile away, but I knew I was bigger. That made my ego swell. I closed my eyes laid back and enjoyed the early morning sun blazing down, I finally shot thinking about Sara, and then I picked up movement on the hillside below me. It was a group of elk and they were working their way up the hill feeding right toward me. I had a cow tag, but I wanted Mike to get his bull and there was 5x5 at the back of the group. I looked down to the cabin and the two of them were gone from the porch. Where the hell was Mike I thought. I about pissed myself when the gun went off. Mike had finished up with Sara and was obviously back up on the hillside. The bull dropped in it's tracks, and Mike came running out yelling. I yelled back "great shot" and headed down the hill. When I got to Mike and the bull, it was obvious that he had made a great shot on a bull that was much larger than I had guessed, huge in fact. We did the usual high fives, shoulder hugs, and crazy talk that happens after a good hunt. Mike suggested we get it dressed out, pull it into the shade to keep it cool, and head down for some lunch before trying to hike out the big animal. Lunch was perfect, Sara looked awesome in her cutoffs and old sweater. Mike and I headed out to bring the animal down. On our way up the hill, Mike asked jokingly, how I managed to be horny all the time. I just looked at him, with a shocked expression. He shoved me, laughing, and said he had seen me jacking off before he shot the bull. I was totally embarrassed, but Mike said it was cool, he was young once as well. We said nothing else about it and in a couple of hours, the bull was in the coolers in the cabin and we were enjoying beers on the porch. Mike and Sara thought it was great that I was a little bit of a wild child. They said I gave the stuffy staff at the club some personality. We talked late into the evening, enjoying the warm late summer evening. Bill wanted to get back to have the bull processed in the morning, but there was a problem. I still had an unfilled tag and would now be without a car. Sara suggested she could use the time away and would be glad to keep me company, then drive me back on Sunday. It was settled and Bill would leave after breakfast. My mind was racing, thinking about all the things Sara and I would do. I did not sleep much that night. I woke to Sara in the kitchen dressed as she was the morning before. My dick jumped to attention immediately. I didn't want to blow the weekend opportunity before it even started so I faked that I was still sleeping and rolled on my side away from the kitchen exposing my bare ass to Sara if she looked. It was only a few seconds before I felt Sara sit on the side of the bunk and a hand was rubbing my ass and balls. God that felt good. As quickly as it started, it ended when the sheets were pulled up over me and she was back in the kitchen. Bill got up shortly after that and was busy getting the elk in the truck when I "woke" up again. Sara and Mike were outside, so I grabbed my clothes and got dressed. Mike told me to watch out for his girl, and then was off. Sara was cleaning up as I was heading out. As I walked out into the morning darkness, Sara gave my ass a squeeze. I smiled to myself, being totally cool, I didn't even look back. I was the big bad hunter and I was going to kill something. I must have grown a foot taller just then. Well, the reality is that the elk were nowhere to be seen. Pressured by Mike's shot the day before, they had high tailed it out of the area. I knew they would be back because of the feeding areas around the cabin, but when? After four hours, I gave in and headed back to the cabin. As I crested the hill above the cabin where Mike had shot his bull, I saw movement on the porch. I quickly grabbed my binoculars and there she was, laying out naked. Holy crap she was just fine! I ran, fell, and stumbled my way down the hill and across the meadow on the opposite side of the cabin. Thinking quickly, I stripped my clothes off, slipped into the cabin, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me and walked out to the porch. I surprised the hell out of Sara and she screamed, and I faked my apologies, but never took my eyes off of her. She did not cover up either, so I asked if I could join her. Knowing the answer before she said it, I walked up laid out the towel right beside her and laid down on my stomach. Smiling ear to ear. I had a major hard on growing under me, when she asked if I wanted her to put some suntan oil on me. I was happy to have her do it and she made sure everything was covered. I felt a little uncomfortable when she worked her fingers into my crack and rubbed my anus. She also made sure my sac was well oiled. I had to lift up slightly to allow my growing dick to move and she took advantage and ran her hand up my shaft. She stopped quickly as I was about to blow a load in her hand. She said "we have to work on that later", and laid back down to catch some rays. After about a half hour, she flipped over and asked if I could return the favor to her back. Gladly, I poured oil in a trail across her back and down to her crack. I put a little extra there, and began rubbing it in. I worked my way down to her ass and planned to return the anus rub. As I worked my fingers in she arched her hip up and into my hand. She said "oh yeah, rub me" and that was all the input I needed. I started to rub her anus harder and my finger went in. She let out a sigh, and I worked it in a little further. I was shaking as this was my first time doing anything like this. I had messed around with a couple of girls, but always under their clothes. This was the real thing, like it was right out of one of the pornos I had watched. I was getting into it, ramming my finger into her hard, when she told me fuck her ass. I thought I was? I never thought about ever having anal sex with anyone. I was just frozen with fear when she barked for me to fuck her in the ass. I climbed on top of her slipping all over the place and when my dick hit the spot, Sara reared back and impaled herself all the way to my balls. She let out a screech of pleasure and pain, and slowly settled back to the towel with me buried in her very tight ass. I was kind of dizzy from the surge of the testosterone blazing through my veins. I started to move and she told me to go slow. I pulled out as slow as physically possible to the head and then slowly back in. She was biting her lip with her eyes shut tight, and I was afraid I was hurting her. I asked if she was ok and she smiled, "oh yeah" was all I needed to hear and I started to move in and out of her with a faster and faster pace. She was grunting with each thrust, and for some reason, I was not able to cum. I just wanted to keep going all day. Finally, she started telling me to fuck her hard and with that she started to have a wicked orgasm. I lasted about another five minutes when she started to have a second orgasm. We came together. When I pulled out my cum came bubbling out. It was so cool. I was sure that my dick would be covered with crap but it looked as clean as it did when it went in. I was real happy about that! I rolled on my back and just laid there. Sara leaned over and we kissed like I had never kissed a girl before. It was such a sexy kiss, I was hard again in just a minute. Sara looked down at my dick, still wet with her ass juices and my cum and smiled big. She jumped up, went into the cabin and returned quickly with a soapy towel. She washed me off, then wiped her ass and pussy clean. I thought the moment was over, but when she came back out she spread some more oil on my shaft and rubbed some into her pussy. She climbed on top of me and just sat down hard on my dick.