’ ‘Sounds fine by me,’ I said. The elevator doors opened onto the concourse level of the stadium. The wave of noise hit us as we stepped out and...the two cops nodded to me and walked back toward the command post where they would spend the rest of the game. I checked the numbers over the gate nearest me and walked in the opposite direction. I was on the other side of the field. The referee’s whistle sounded, signaling 5 minutes to kick off. Fans stood up and cheered, the band struck up the fight. "Ha! Scratch!" Mikee said as the ball dropped in the pocket. "You owe me a buck." That's okay," I said with a tight smile. "I'm taking it out of somebody's backside." What?" Robbie asked innocently."You have news?" Tami asked, trying to put off the murder."You heard about the accident?" Tami, Mikee and I nodded. There'd been a car accident Friday night after the game. A drunk driver ran Tim Reese and three other kids off the road. Other than that, it had been a quiet couple of weeks. Our last. All I could do was reach up and grab his ballsac. His nuts were huge and round, like golf balls, in perfect proportionto the gargantuan stick that waved above.Following Bill's command, I flipped myself over and was surprised to feel awarm wetness as my ass. Brad's father was rimming me and I had to checkmyself or else blow my load all over the carpet. "You like that, don't youboy?" he asked "I bet you Brad keeps you pretty happy with his tongue... oris it his dick that you prefer?" So the. Michael walked out of the back with a set of clubs and Mark was following him. Steve was browsing in the pro shop and picked up a dozen balls. He was headed to the counter when Bob walked in. "John, Phil, how are you guys?" Great!" I said, "Tom, Frank, and George are hitting balls. The rest us are here. Let's get loaded up and play some golf!" I was excited. Before last year, I played once a month, now I play whenever I wanted. The pro here at the club treats me special. And that day, I was.