#Junior Golf Towel

[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART FIVE)

This chapter riffs on Peterbilt's and A4F's ideas. Here's hoping imitation is the best flattery.

Braden and I never took vacations for just us. It was always family trips with our kids. Two weeks at the beach in summer, and camping trips when the boys got older. Brade and I would each have a trip with Junior for one-on-one time with our eldest, and together we took Evan and Keith on an amusement park trip while Junior was at golf camp.

But it was me and Brade's 15th marriage anniversary, and we realized we'd never done the whole wedding ceremony. For us, incest marriage was a private thing, by necessity but also because my son and I had each other regardless of our love was sanctioned or not.

We were celebrating now with a stay down at a Caribbean resort. The Connors men were looking after our sons, and I told my work that any urgent matters could wait.

I don't think we realized how much we needed this. Time to reconnect, to rekindle that spark in the relationship. Braden and I had a good, healthy marriage, and we made a regular sex life a priority, but it could be tough to keep the romance while raising three boys. Parenting was a full-time job and involved a lot of routine.

I could sense Braden's eyes on me that first day. We'd had a quickie as soon as we'd checked in to our room. A hot missionary fuck. Braden knew I craved variety in bed and loved doing different positions. But Brade craved seeing my face and making out as we mated. So usually it was Brade's way. Not that I was complaining.

As I pulled on my swim trunks over my sated, soft genitals, I could see my son's eyes on me as he stepped back into the room after taking a post-fuck piss.

"Fuck, Dad... you still got it going at 52."

I paused and puffed out my chest a little. I'd been self-conscious about aging and all the gray hairs coming in. But the last few years I'd really hit the gym. I'd never match Braden's muscle perfection, but I wanted to fine tune the middle aged build I had.

"I won't lie, son, sometimes I worry about getting too old for you."

Braden was still naked, his hunky brawn on full display as he stepped up to me. "Jesus, Dad, you know I'm wired for you. For my father."

We'd just gotten off but were still chubbed. I could see my son's thick meat swing stiffly. I loved how he's shaved smooth for the trip, he looked like a porn model. His hands reached forward and felt up my chest. "The silver fur coming in is way fucking hot, sir..."

We kissed, more softly than just now. "Oh buddy..." I muttered.

Braden cocked his sexy grin. He was in his mid-30s now and was all man, but still seemed young to me. "I'm serious, Dad, you're as hot as you've ever been... I can see why Junior's so crushed out on you."

I gulped and pulled back, almost instinctively. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "You got to notice, right? He's as into you as I was at that age. Maybe even more so."

"Brade..." I admonished.

Braden patted my bare arm in an affectionate way. "Come on, Dad, I know you're not gonna do anything inappropriate."

"No, I'm not," I replied curtly. "Besides, I don't think of Junior in that way."

Braden rolled his eyes and stepped away. He dug out the skimpier speedo he had in his suitcase. I wasn't sure if I was actually mad at him, but I knew I couldn't stay mad as I watched his thick muscled body fill out that swimsuit.

"Ready to hit the beach?" I asked in an are-we-OK kind of tone.

"Yep," Braden said.

The water was warm and still refreshing. I slathered sunscreen on Braden's back once we got back to our towel and he returned the favor.

"Feels nice, son," I said, leaning into his strong hands.

I heard a chuckle. "Need to go back to the room, Dad?"

Brade was right, I could go again, already. But I shook my head. "It's tempting, but let's save it, OK?"

"We got all week, Dad, right?"

"That we do."

We each lay on our towel and I dozed a little. I woke to find Braden sitting up, looking out on the water. He looked over at me and smiled. "I love you, Dad."

"Love you too, Sport," I said. "Sorry if I was short with you earlier."

Braden shrugged. "It's the reaction I expected, honestly."

"Yeah?" I didn't know what he meant by that.

"I know you pretty well, Dad. For what it's worth, I'm glad you're a stand up father... it's just, well, you can be oblivious sometimes. I felt you should know."

"About Junior?"

"The kid fucking idolizes you, Dad. Not that I blame him."

I sighed. "How do we handle this?"

Braden chuckled. "I figured you'd have some experience in that department."

"Please tell me I'm not gonna have a rebellious teen on my hands again," I said with a wink. Braden and I could talk seriously about the bumps in our familial dynamic, but we also joked about it.

That got a real laugh from my son. "Junior's a good kid, Dad. We'll see how the others turn out when they hit adolescence."

I got a little quiet. "I know we said three was enough, Brade... but... you ever think about having more?" I was nervous bringing it up even. But the idea had been in the back of my head for quite a while.

"All the fucking time, Dad," Braden said.

"Damn," I hissed. I was boning up in my swim trunks.

"Dad... you're 52 and in your prime... and I'm still fertile..."

I gulped and turned toward him. Braden could certainly see my hardon now. "How many kids is too many?"

"I dunno, Dad. I know you'll do the budget spreadsheet and be all practical. But I want another son with you. More than one."

I nodded. Then in my parental tone, I said. "Then I want you going off the pills."

"Done," Braden said, and I was rewarded with a huge smile on his face. It made me realize I was doing the right thing. We were doing the right thing.

"Back to the room?" I said, standing up from my towel. My hardon was obscene but I didn't care who on the beach saw it.

"I thought we were waiting," he teased, lazily scratching his pec like he was just relaxing on the beach.

"Fuck that, son. I need inside you."

We raced back to the air-conditioned quiet of our room. I thought nothing could be hotter than Brade in his fucking skimpy speedo, but seeing the lycra slide down his meaty buns and over his thick hamstrings had me leaking in my own trunks. I'd barely started to slide them down when my studly son bent over on the bed, spreading his legs for me. It was Braden in full heat, and I let out a grunt.

"God fucking damn, Sport, you need your daddy?" I fisted my meat to smear the precum on its length. If Round One was Brade's way, Round Two was gonna be Bill's treat.

"Please, sir..." he said, his masculine voice deep as it was needy. "I'm still loaded up from earlier, but I need that potent dad semen inside me. He looked back at me, horny and a little nervous. "Just add extra lube, Dad."

I picked up the bottle where we'd left it from earlier and slathered a good deal on. I got off on seeing my son eye it with awe. I tell ya, if you ever have a son that looks at your cock that way, you'll never get sick of it. "We gonna make another kid, Braden?" I asked. It had been a long while since we'd worked preg talk into sex. It was overdue.

"Uh uh... maybe two. You think your sperm is powerful enough to give me twins."

I was on him now, kicking apart his legs wider and angling my hips down. "Tell me if I got too hard, Sport."

"Fuck me, Dad," came the ready reply. "Put that bare father cock inside me... ooof!"

It was a quick entry, rough, but Brade's hole was loosened from earlier and we were both crazy horned. "Hot fucking fertile, son womb." I was fucking him, fucking Brade. Steady, deliberate thrusts.

"You're the stud, Dad.... first Junior... then Evan, and Keith. Gonna go for number four."

"You've given me amazing kids, Brade... and grandkids. Fuck!" I was glad we'd mated earlier, since no way would I be lasting more than a minute now otherwise.

Braden gripped the sheets and arched his back. Taking me, despite the roughness. "Making incest kids, Dad. Best of our DNA."

I pulled out and actually gave him a smack. OK, I was out of control, but Brade didn't object. "Up on the bed, kiddo," I growled. "All fours." I needed a better angle.

I stepped and back and rather than immediately do as I asked, my son slid down to taste my hard cock, slurping my own earlier seed of it. "Fuck, Dad... I can practically taste my next brother."

He gave my meat one last kiss then rose up.

I took it easier this time, enjoying the extended session. No worrying about our sons knocking on the bedroom door to interrupt us, no time we had to finish by to pick the littlest ones up from school or drive them to some little league game. No need to be quiet.

For the next two hours, Braden and I enjoyed pacing out this incest fuck, going hard then soft, fast and slow, me guiding my hot son in multiple positions on the bed. Until I finally pounded us both off into a simultaneous orgasm as he talked about what our fourth kid was gonna be like.

Everything about it was magical, but the topper was the grateful look on Braden's face as we lay sweaty and naked, side by side on the hotel bed.

"You know it's gonna be two or three weeks before I'm actually fertile," Brade said. He was all grown up and in his 30s, but there was something innocent and youthful in his face just then, like he was 18 all over again and I'd just taken his cherry. My prick jerked at that thought.

"I figured," I said. "Consider that a down payment for the actual conception fuck."

That got a laugh from my son. "Damn, Dad, if that's the down payment, I don't think I can survive the breed session."

"You'll do just great, Brade," I grinned, leaning forward to claim a kiss.

***

Day One was honeymoon style sex, Day Two was a lazy recovery day.

Day Three was a huge surprise though. Braden and I had gone on a snorkeling activity organized by the resort. These things can be awkward but we made small talk with a father and son from the Midwest. At one point Brade pulled me aside and whispered. "You can't keep your eyes of them, can you?" I started to object, but he added," It's OK dad, they're smoking hot, both of them."

That was an understatement. The father had blue eyes that sucked you in and a killer smile. He was maybe five years younger than me an a total DILF. Graying temples, pumped and toned muscle, body hair trimmed to a neat half inch length. And his son was a chip off the old block, a tall, muscled jock looking kid somewhere on the cusp of high school and college. I enjoyed looking at these guys and later, Brade and I enjoyed talking about them as we fucked.

"Who do you think is the top, Dad? Father or son?" Brade asked as I slow pumped him doggy on the hotel bed.

"Oh, Daddy's the top for sure," I hissed.

"Fuck yeah," Brade hissed, getting into the fantasy. "Hope he sends Eric off to college with an incest baby in his belly."

"Fuck, Brade!" I growled. The idea had me cumming inside my son. Braden wasn't far behind, either.

We dressed for dinner, then afterwards decided to enjoy the hotel pool.

"Beats winter back home," Brade said as we lazily swam around and treaded water.

"I'll say."

Braden treaded over and leaned to whisper. "I wish I could kiss you right here, sir."

"Me too, buddy," I croaked.

I had to get out of the water or I really would start making out with my son in public. Since this was not a gay resort, we'd made the decision to travel as father and son rather than as husbands. I was now regretting that decision.

"I'm going to get a drink... want one?"

Braden didn't drink much at home, but we were on vacation. "Oh, yeah, a margarita. Thanks, Dad."

When I got back to the pool area with our drinks, Braden was in the whirlpool area.

"To vacation, Sport," I said clinking his plastic cup with mine.

"Happy anniversary, Dad," Brade whispered.

"Damn," I hissed.

"What?" Braden asked, concerned I was upset he'd said it in public.

I leaned in. "You just gave your dad a boner, that's what."

Braden smiled and leaned back in the bubbles. "You're giving me one now, too."

God, we were going to get in trouble here, for sure.

Only a booming voice interrupted the sexual thoughts getting out of controle. "Bill! Braden!" There was Doug Newcomb, the daddy from the snorkeling outing, in boardshorts, flip flops and a towel over his shoulder. Two paces behind him was his football jock son. "Mind if we join you?"

I had a moment of surprise then recovered my senses. "Please do."

I watched the Newcomb men toss their towels down and kick off their flip flops. "I would say it's a nice night," Doug said, "but who am I kidding? Every night is frickin paradise here."

It was weird to see the son be so quiet when the dad was so talkative, but I enjoyed getting a good view of his muscle... bulky but not overly beefy. Eric Newcomb may be young, but he was jacked, even more than Braden was at that age.

I felt self conscious, but I could see Brade's attention on both these guys as we all made small talk. Turns out Doug was an airline pilot, and Eric was a graduating high school senior who'd committed to play football at Nebraska.

"This is kind of his celebration trip," the father said, playfully mussing his jock son's hair. "I won't like that we wanted him to stay in state, but Nebraska's a better team, and I'm super proud of him."

I wondered if there was a Mrs. Newcomb but didn't see a wedding band on the father's left hand.

Normally quiet Eric spoke up. "The Gophers suck, Dad. You know that."

Doug shrugged, like he was conceding a sore point. He looked at me and Brade. "At least the kid's a Vikings fan."

It felt like we were witnessing a conversation they'd had many times. A ritual to keep from talking about the thing they wanted to talk about. Or maybe my imagination was getting away from me.

After the wine with dinner and the margarita, I was feeling a gentle buzz and maybe my inhibitions were down. I reached my arm across Braden's shoulder and let it rest. Passing it off as a normal paternal gesture, it was still forward. "Brade here's the sports guy in the family. I follow the local teams but don't get passionate about much besides golf."

That got a laugh from my son. I felt Braden's hand rest on my thigh. It was beneath the water and these guys couldn't see, which only added to the naughty thrill. My son was DEFINITELY on the same wavelength as me in being turned on by these guys. I gentled ran my fingers along his delt muscle but kept my attention forward.

Still, Doug could sense something. "So... are you guys actual father and son?" There wasn't disapproval in his tone but something curious and maybe a little freaked out.

I thought of switching our story, but we'd already committed to being on this trip as dad and son, not as partners. But before I could answer Brade piped in.

"Oh yeah... We look a lot alike don't we?"

Now it was the son's turn to react. "Oh yeah, definitely. I mean you have more muscle, Braden, but the face..." He blushed as soon as he said that.

There was something weird going on, but I wanted to see how this played out. I watched Doug slip his own arm around Eric's strong upper body, resting it on the shoulder like I had with Braden.

"That's cool," the father said. "I guess you never know."

I looked eyes with him. Fuck, those steel blue eyes were hypnotic. "I guess not." Then I gulped, trying to act normal, as I took a chance. "You guys, um, actual father and son."

That got a laugh from the dad and a smile from Eric.

"We are," Doug said. He looked over at Eric. They were silently trying to communicate with each other. The father's expression was more serious as he turned back to us. "Listen, I think we're gonna call it a night. Maybe we'll see you around?"

"Um, yeah," Braden said. I could tell he was trying to hide his horniness. "Have a good one, guys."

We watched these Midwestern hunks get out and reach for their towels. Their looser trunks clung to their ass and upper legs and I decided to memorize the view for later.

We were finally alone and Brade whispered. "Fuck, Dad... what just happened?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I mean, I have an instinct, but definitely can't be sure."

That night Braden and I enjoyed sex without cumming. We wanted to save up that load and, well, it was awesome to try something new. All foreplay, lots of making out, lots of naked body contact, until we were too tired.

***

The Newcombs were on our mind the whole next day. I felt guilty, until Braden confessed he couldn't stop thinking about them.

"I just feel bad, Brade," I said. "This trip is supposed to be about us."

He patted my thigh like he had the night before. "It is, Dad. But even the idea of another father-son team.... it brings out the best in our own incest."

I gave my son a soft kiss. "The Connors aren't enough?" I teased. We hooked up with those guys maybe once every three months, enough that we had an easy familiarity as a two-team incest foursome, but not so often that it felt like too much.

"The Connors aren't here, Dad," Braden answered with a smile. "I just love showing off the love and physical intimacy we have. That I have with my own father."

I nodded down at my crotch. "Look what you did, buddy." I had hope to save sex for later that day, but my prick had a mind of its own.

"Show me, Dad," Braden hissed. "Show me the dick that made me 36 years ago."

I undid the draw strings of my trunks and pushed them down over my dad boner.

"Hot," Braden said in awe than got down on the floor, between my spread legs.

I wish I had the willpower around Braden, but as he leaned forward to take me into his mouth, I let him. I let my own son blow me slowly, and lovingly, to completion. And once he'd swallowed most of my sperm I gave him a deep, soulful kiss.

Braden had a proud satisfied smile as he pulled back. This blowjob had been about me and my release. "Damn, Dad, your sex drive is off the charts on this trip," he laughed.

****

I thought that would take the edge off. Maybe Braden did, too. But after dinner we were both a little quiet as we walked back to the room. "Wanna try the whirlpool again?" I asked.

Braden knew what I was thinking. He wasn't upset at the suggestion, just the opposite. "Definitely."

So we change back into fresh swim trunks and grabbed towels on the way out to the pool area. It was dark with the glow of the pool lights making the Caribbean evening more magical. There was a newlywed couple swimming in the larger pool. And in the shallow whirlpool area were the Newcomb men, father and son.

Eric's face lit up when he saw us. "Hey," he said. Maybe the jock would never be the talkative one, but he was in a more social mood for sure.

"Mind if we join?" Braden asked.

"I'd be offended if you didn't, guys," Doug said with his killer smile. He held up his plastic cup. "Eric and I were just enjoying a couple of beers... 18 is the drinking age here, and even if it wasn't, well, like I say this is a celebration."

I set down my towel. "Maybe we'll join you," I said. "Can I get you another?"

Doug held up the cup, which was low. He seemed to be weighing whether he should. "Hell, it's vacation. Yeah, I'll have a beer, whatever's on draft." He turned to Eric. Again the silent communication, leading the son to say, "Yeah, Dad.. if that's OK"

"Two," he said to me.

I felt a strange thrill and naughtiness. I don't even know what I expected to happen. This was a normal resort, a mix of families and young couples. These guys were just being polite, I told myself. Minnesota nice.

When I came back to the pool with four drinks, the small talk was especially small. Talking about possible excursions for the next day, Brade asking Eric all about his football plans at Nebraska. Doug rambling on about the Big Ten.

But a half hour went by and that honeymoon couple left. It was just us in the pool area, and Doug's Minnesota nice shifted to something more direct.

"Sorry if we were rude last night," he said. "I just got a little freaked out."

His eyes were on me, then on Braden.

I knew to be cautious. "No need to be freaked out. And we didn't find you rude."

I could sense Eric nudge his father's arm. It was charming in a way. Doug blushed. "Eric thinks we should have stayed."

Maybe I couldn't read between the lines entirely, but I wanted to see. I placed my arm on Braden's shoulder, like the night before.

"Fuck," Doug swore, then copied me. Eric even scooted into the embrace. "It's nice to see a father and son who are close."

"Dad and I are real close," Brade chimed in.

"We had a sense," Doug said, almost whispered. "Didn't we son?"

"Yeah Dad," Eric said. He was shy but somehow not as embarrassed as his father.

I ran my fingers along Braden's shoulder. Not trying to be surreptitious like the evening before.

I watched and could tell Doug copying me.

"Fuck!" Eric swore softly. That got a chuckle from his father.

Doug gave his son a look, then looked back over at me and Brade. "I don't know about you guys, but this is still new for me and Eric.... we're figuring stuff out."

Goddamn, we were talking about incest as much as we could without outright saying it. I gave an encouraging nod. I didn't want to spook these guys, but I wanted to push the conversation forward. "That's the best part," I said. "Except for the stuff that comes after."

I felt Braden's hand on my thigh once more, only it didn't rest there but slid up to explore the hem of my trunks and paw at my crotch.

Doug gulped. "How much stuff?"

I gave a slight shrug. "The full monte," I said. "As much as you could imagine."

Doug was silent but Eric had a big smile on his face. "We couldn't figure you out," the teen said. Looking at me, he said. "You seem too young to be Braden's dad, Mr. Drake."

"Bill," I corrected. "I had Brade when I was 16."

"And you, um," Doug started to ask. "When did you guys....?"

I looked at Braden. He was horny and very thrilled. "You OK with me talking about it, son?"

"Yeah, Dad," he gave a nod.

I looked back at the Newcombs. "Maybe this would be better to discuss somewhere private?"

I could see Eric nudge his dad again, and Doug let out a small, nervous laugh. "I know, buddy," he whispered. Then looking at me he answered. "Your room work, Bill?"

I was hard when I got out of the pool. We all were. But we toweled off and wrapped the towels around our waists as we made our way to the room.

We were all quiet and there was tension and anticipation in the air. Once we were indoors, I paused. "I guess we should get out of the wet swim suits," I said. "I don't want to make you guys uncomfortable."

Doug looked at his son, who was now noticeably taller than the father by a good inch or two. More silent communication before he answered for both of them. "We're all men, here, Bill."

Braden went first, slipping down his suit. It wasn't his speedos but a lycra square cut suit. My son was somewhere between chubbed and erect, and my own dick was getting more in the hard state as I stripped down.

"Sorry," I said. Wanting these men to be comfortable.

"I'm the same way, Mr. Drake," the jock said. As he pushed down the trunks I saw his rigid erection stick up. His skin was pale, though he had a slight tan line from the time down in the sun.

"Here goes," Doug said, following suit. I took their wet trunks put them all in the bathroom. As I came back in, Braden had taken a seat in one of the chairs, with the father and son on the bed. I smiled because Brade had a good intuition, too. Letting this play out without pushing it more than we already were.

I took the free chair, sitting down and enjoying the thrill of being naked like this. "I need to answer your question, Doug," I said. "Braden and I have a sexual and romantic relationship. We have since he was 18."

The father nodded. But it was Eric's reaction that was amazing. "See, Dad, I told you."

I saw Doug's dick finally rise to full erection, getting past his nerves.

"The full monte?" the man said back, repeating my words back to me.

"The full monte," I said.

Brade chimed in. "We'd love to show you guys... if you're interested."

Doug looked over at Eric. The kid was in full horned mode and his thick tool was actually jerking up and down. "I know Eric is," the pilot said. He seemed emotionally torn as he explained. "We've just been experimenting.... jacking off together, that kind of thing."

"Jacking off is fun, too," I said. Wanting not to push these men too far.

Doug gave me a grateful smile. "Since he was 18 huh? You ever feel guilty?"

"Nope," Braden said with a laugh.

I looked over at my son with a smile. It was true Brade was all in, never looking back. "I felt guilty at first... maybe a couple of months," I explained. "Then I realized it was right for me and Brade. Those guilt days are long behind us."

"Cool," Doug said, in a tone he wished he didn't feel the guilt pangs himself.

I looked at Eric, whose eyes were on me, lusting after me. "If it's not an inappropriate thing to say, Doug, you have a very attractive son." My eyes swept back to meet the father's blue eyes. "No disrespect."

"None taken," Doug said with a smile. "I very much agree with you."

"You attracted to your dad, Eric?" Braden asked. He leaned forward and I could see he was rock hard now, and dripping. But his tone was cautious and respectful.

"Oh yeah," the jock said, with a smile. "Dad's like the hottest guy in the world."

I could see Doug's flattered smile.

"What about him turns you on, bro?" Braden asked. "If you don't mind sharing."

I was watching Doug closely to see if he'd object, but he had a silent, horny expression grow on his face as his son responded.

"I mean, you see it, right? Dad's a total DILF." It was wild seeing the shy kid get talkative all of a sudden. "But it's more than that his body. I don't know, maybe cause he's my idea of what a man should be."

"I hear ya, bro," Braden said. "I'm that way with my dad." It was like they were talking and bonding without me and Doug there.

He gave Eric a wink then turned to the father. "Your son is hot to trot for this, Doug."

I watched the father reach over and place his arm on Eric's bare shoulder, drawing his son closer. Eric complied, and now that both men were nude I could see how hard they were for this, for each other.

"I try to put the breaks on sometimes," Doug said, softly, to Eric as much as to us. "But I'm hot to trot, too."

I watched them lean forward and tilt their heads. Father and son were now kissing, softly but fully, with tongue.

I expected a swear word from Braden. I expected one from myself. But we didn't want to break the spell of the incest kiss.

But once they broke, Braden was getting out of his chair, kneeling down. I kissed him, feeling up his outer arms as we got into it.

"God, Dad," I heard.

Braden pulled off and I gave him a nod. He bent his body down and began taking me into his mouth. My eyes watched him swallow several inches in loving slowness before I looked up at the Newcombs. They were watching and crazy excited.

"You like watching this?" I asked.

"Hell yes." This time it was Doug's turn to show enthusiasm. "How often does he...?"

"Once a week on average," I answered. "But we prefer fucking to just about anything."

"Hot," Eric said.

I expected a response from Doug, but both guys watch as Braden got into it. My son's really good at giving head, but the audience had him making a show of blowing me. Alternating pace and pulling off to lick my nuts some. I loved watching him, but I loved watching the father and son team watch up. Eric's hands were now on his dad's dick, touching it, exploring it, feeling his father's hardness while his own teen dick stood up angry and hard. The jock leaned to whisper in his dad's ear.

"Yeah, buddy," Doug whispered back.

I watched excited as Eric got off the bed and copied the position Braden was in.

"Fuck!" the father hissed as his teenage son began licking his cock. He looked up at me.

"You enjoy watching this?"

I nodded. "You have no idea."

"I do actually."

We both enjoyed our incest blowjobs, alternating where we looked, getting off on our sons but also on having an audience.

Doug's face was getting flush and his upper body was tensing. "Oh damn, Tiger... you're getting your Big Man close." It felt like I was witnessing some private nicknames.

Braden moaned around my cock, suggesting the words were getting to him too.

"Gonna cum in your son's mouth?" I grunted, giving into outright sex talk at last. "Down his throat?"

He looked at me, almost with pleading eyes. "Uh uh. Fuck!"

"My son's gonna get me off," I added. "Any second."

I then watched Doug have an orgasm. Eric choked some on the sperm then gulped.

I held Braden's head down gently as I shot my wad, too. As hot as the fourways were with the Connors, something was special about how spontaneously this evening had developed.

But as Braden licked my dribbles and kissed my dad cock, I saw Doug dart up and run to the bathroom. He stepped back in and tossed Eric his suit. "Let's go buddy," he said curtly, already stepping into his trunks.

Braden wasn't comprehending what was going on. He pulled off. "What?"

I patted his cheek in a signal. "Sorry guys," I said.

"It's OK," Doug said, guilt and anger in his eyes. "Just we better go."

Eric seemed frustrated, sexually but emotionally as he followed his father out. He gave one last look at us. Wistful and grateful at the same time.

Braden sat on the bed now, his hardon long gone. "Is everything gonna be OK, Dad?" he asked, concerned. I couldn't tell if he was concerned for the Newcombs or worried they'd talk about our relationshipt to someone else.

I didn't worry about them making anything public. That was the last thing Doug Newcomb was going to do. "It'll be OK, son," I said. "They just need some time to figure the incest thing out."

I stood up and walked over to pat Braden's head. My son seemed grateful to the gesture and leaned in and nuzzled my soft cock with his face. I ran my fingers through his hair. "Want a little cuddle time, Sport?" I asked. "It's our belated honeymoon, after all."

Braden chuckled against my genitals. But he patted my leg. "Yeah, Dad. Sounds perfect."

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Golf Clubs for Women: The Heart of Your Game

Golf clubs are the most important pieces of equipment in any golfer's bag. Women's golf clubs are specifically designed with lighter shafts, smaller grips, and a more forgiving head design to help female golfers achieve better control and accuracy. Some of the top choices for ladies' clubs include:

Ladies Driver: A lightweight driver with a larger sweet spot for better distance.

Ladies Hybrid: Combines the best features of both woods and irons, making it easier to hit from any lie.

Ladies Putter: Designed for precision on the greens, offering a smooth roll and enhanced feel.

Brands like Callaway Golf, Wilson Golf Clubs, Titleist Golf Clubs, and TaylorMade Golf offer excellent options tailored for female golfers, ensuring a perfect fit for your style and swing.

Essential Golf Accessories for Women

Beyond clubs, there are a variety of accessories that can improve your golfing experience. These include:

Golf Ball: Choose balls designed for women that offer more spin and control. Some of the top options are Callaway Golf Balls, TaylorMade Golf Balls, and Titleist Golf Balls.

Golf Glove: A comfortable, well-fitting golf glove will help you maintain a secure grip. Look for gloves from brands like Nike Golf or Wilson Golf.

Golf Towels: Keep your clubs clean with a high-quality golf towel, which helps remove dirt and moisture from the clubface.

Golf GPS: Improve your course management with a golf GPS, which gives you precise distances to the hole, hazards, and greens.

Golf Shoes and Clothing for Comfort and Style

The right attire can make a big difference in your comfort on the course. From golf shoes to clothing, it’s important to choose gear that combines functionality with style.

Golf Shoes for Women: Good golf shoes provide the necessary traction and stability. Opt for brands like Puma Golf or Nike Golf for stylish yet performance-driven footwear.

Ladies Golf Clothing: Comfortable and breathable clothing is essential. Consider ladies golf shirts that wick moisture away from your skin, ensuring you stay cool.

Golf Waterproofs: Don't let bad weather ruin your game. Women's golf waterproof jackets and pants keep you dry during rain.

Golf Bags and Trolley Accessories

A reliable golf bag is crucial for carrying your clubs, balls, and accessories. A lightweight, easy-to-carry bag ensures you’re comfortable during your round.

Golf Bags: Choose a golf bag with multiple compartments to keep your gear organised. Some bags are designed with a feminine touch, while others are more practical for functionality.

Golf Trolley Accessories: If you prefer to use a trolley, consider investing in accessories like a golf trolley bag, drink holder, or extra storage.

Women’s Golf Packages: A Complete Set for Beginners

If you’re new to the game or looking to upgrade your gear, a women's golf equipment package set is an excellent option. These sets usually include:

Driver

Irons

Putter

Golf Bag

Hybrid Clubs

Popular sets for ladies include those from Wilson Golf Clubs and Callaway Golf, offering an all-in-one solution for a solid start to your golfing journey.

Junior Golf Clubs: Starting Young

It’s never too early to introduce the next generation to the game of golf. Junior golf clubs are designed for younger players, with shorter shafts and lighter heads to ensure a comfortable and effective swing. Look for sets tailored to young girls, so they can enjoy the game and develop their skills early on.

Golf Tech: Enhancing Your Game

Technology plays a key role in improving performance. Consider these tech gadgets for the modern golfer:

Golf Watches: Keep track of your score and course layout with a smart golf watch.

Golf Mats: Practice your swing indoors with a high-quality golf mat that mimics the feel of the course.

The Right Equipment for Every Golfer

Whether you're a lady golfer looking to make a statement or a newcomer to the game, having the right gear is crucial for success. The right equipment, including ladies golf clubs, golf shoes, golf gloves, and golf accessories, will not only improve your game but also boost your confidence on the course.

By investing in quality gear from trusted brands like Nike Golf, Callaway Golf, Puma Golf, and Wilson Golf, you’re sure to enjoy a better golfing experience. Whether you prefer traditional equipment or the latest golf tech, the key is to choose what feels best for your unique style and needs.

FAQs

1. What are the best golf clubs for women?

The best golf clubs for women include lightweight drivers, hybrids, and putters from brands like Callaway, Wilson, and TaylorMade, designed to enhance control and accuracy.

2. What accessories do I need for women's golf?

Essential accessories include golf balls (Callaway, TaylorMade), gloves, towels, GPS devices, and golf watches to improve performance and comfort.

3. What are the best golf shoes for women?

Top options for women's golf shoes include brands like Puma Golf and Nike Golf, offering comfort, traction, and stylish designs for enhanced performance.

4. Are women's golf package sets worth it?

Yes, women's golf package sets are great for beginners, offering a complete set of clubs, a bag, and accessories, making it easy to start your game.

5. How can technology improve my golf game?

Golf tech like GPS devices, smart watches, and practice mats can help track your performance, improve your game, and enhance course management.

Conclusion: Step Up Your Game with the Right Equipment

Women's golf has come a long way, with manufacturers offering more options tailored specifically to female golfers. From ladies hybrid clubs to stylish ladies golf clothing, there’s no shortage of equipment designed to enhance your game and make you feel confident on the course.

So, whether you’re playing with a ladies driver, wearing the perfect golf shoes, or carrying your gear in a well-organised golf bag, remember that the right equipment will always be an asset. Invest in quality with Aim4Birdies LTD, and you’ll see the difference in your performance. Enjoy the game, and play your best!

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Essential Boys Golf Equipment: The Complete Guide for Junior Golfers

When it comes to getting started with golf, young players need the right equipment to develop their skills. Boys’ golf equipment is designed to help budding golfers grow in their game, whether they are beginners or more advanced junior golfers. From golf clubs to accessories, having the right gear makes a huge difference in performance and enjoyment.

The Essential Boys Golf Equipment

If you're new to golf or looking to upgrade, here’s a breakdown of the most important equipment every young golfer should have:

1. Golf Club Set

A good golf club set is essential for any junior golfer. These sets come in a variety of options, tailored for different age groups and skill levels. A golf club set typically includes:

Driver: For long-distance shots off the tee.

Fairway Wood: Great for those long approach shots.

Irons: Perfect for mid to short-range shots.

Wedges: These are used for chipping around the green and from the sand.

Putter: The most important club for putting the ball into the hole.

2. Junior Golf Clubs

Junior golf clubs are specially designed for younger players. They are lighter, smaller, and easier to handle. A quality set of junior golf clubs will help a young golfer improve their technique and feel more confident. Some notable brands include Cleveland Junior Golf Clubs, known for their durability and performance.

3. Golf Balls

Choosing the right golf ball is vital. Junior golfers typically need soft, easy-to-hit balls that offer better control. Balls designed for kids often come in bright colours to make them easier to spot, especially on the course.

4. Golf Shoes

Comfort is key when it comes to golf shoes. Look for shoes that provide good grip and support for a young player. Waterproof golf shoes are a great choice to ensure your child stays comfortable, regardless of the weather.

5. Golf Gloves

A golf glove is important for maintaining a firm grip on the clubs. It’s a simple yet crucial accessory for any junior golfer. A good glove prevents blisters and ensures better control during the swing.

6. Golf Bag

A golf bag is necessary to carry all the equipment. Junior golf bags are designed to be lightweight and easy for kids to carry, ensuring that they can easily move from hole to hole. Golf stand bags with built-in stands are also ideal, making it easier for young players to access their clubs.

7. Golf Trolleys and Electric Golf Trolleys

While kids may prefer to walk the course, carrying their clubs for 18 holes can get tiring. A golf trolley or even an electric golf trolley makes the game more enjoyable and less strenuous.

8. Golf Accessories

Various golf accessories can enhance a junior player’s experience. Consider getting a golf towel to keep clubs clean, or a headcover for their driver to protect it from damage. Golf club grips are also important for comfort and control during play.

Specialised Gear for Junior Golfers

Certain equipment is tailored specifically for junior golfers, making their learning process smoother and more enjoyable.

1. Junior Golf Sets

Junior golf sets include everything a young player needs to get started, from clubs to accessories. They are specially designed for children to ensure they can easily swing and improve their game.

2. Junior Putters

A junior putter is an important part of any young player’s golf bag. These putters are lighter and have a design that’s easier to handle, helping kids develop their putting skills.

3. Hybrid Golf Clubs

Hybrid clubs are a great option for young players. They combine the best features of a wood and an iron, making them easier to hit. These clubs are ideal for junior golfers looking to improve their distance and accuracy.

4. Golf Chippers

Golf chippers are designed for short-range shots around the green. They are easy to use and great for developing a child’s chipping technique.

More Gear for the Junior Golfer

A well-rounded golf set also includes a few additional pieces of equipment to enhance the game:

Golf Wedges: Perfect for short approach shots, especially when near the green.

Junior Golf Bags: Lightweight and compact, these are perfect for juniors to carry their clubs and other gear.

Golf Clothing: Comfortable, breathable clothing is essential for a young player to stay cool and comfortable on the course.

Golf Course Gear: Ensure the child has all the necessary gear, including a golf stand bag and a towel for wiping down clubs after each shot.

Why Boys Golf Equipment Matters

Investing in the right boys golf equipment for young players has a lasting impact. It not only enhances their performance but also builds their confidence on the course. Junior golfers need to feel comfortable and capable with their gear, and having the right clubs and accessories ensures they can focus on improving their skills.

Whether you’re a parent looking to get the right gear for your child or a coach helping junior players, choosing the right boys’ golf equipment is the first step towards success. When kids have equipment designed for them, they’ll feel more connected to the game and motivated to keep improving.

FAQs

1. What is included in a boys' golf club set? 

A boys' golf club set typically includes a driver, fairway wood, irons, wedges, and a putter, designed for junior golfers.

2. Why are junior golf clubs different from adult clubs? 

Junior golf clubs are lighter, shorter, and easier to handle, allowing young players to develop proper technique.

3. What golf accessories do young golfers need? 

Essential accessories include golf gloves, golf bags, towels, headcovers, and golf trolleys for easy transport.

4. Are hybrid golf clubs suitable for kids? 

Yes, hybrid golf clubs are ideal for junior golfers, combining the features of woods and irons for better distance and control.

5. What is the best golf equipment for a beginner boy golfer? 

A junior golf set, including lightweight clubs, a golf bag, and accessories like gloves and shoes, is perfect for beginner players.

Conclusion

Boys’ golf equipment is specifically crafted to meet the needs of young golfers. From junior golf clubs and golf bags to shoes and gloves, every piece of gear plays a vital role in helping young players grow in the game. By selecting the best equipment for your young golfer, you’re setting them up for success and enjoyment on the golf course.

With the right golf equipment, your child can take their first steps into golf with confidence and skill. So, whether they are just starting or have been playing for a while, investing in quality golf gear from GolfRUS is a decision that will benefit them for years to come. Happy golfing!

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What Kind of Golf Equipment for Kids Should You Get?

Golf is a wonderful sport that can be enjoyed by people of all ages. If you're a parent who loves golf and wants to introduce your child to the game, there are a few things you should keep in mind when it comes to equipment. In this article, we'll discuss what kind of golf equipment for kids you should get to help them learn and enjoy the game.  Golf for Kids

Golf Clubs

The first thing you'll need to consider when it comes to golf equipment for kids is golf clubs. It's important to find clubs that are the right size and weight for your child. Junior golf clubs are designed specifically for kids and come in a variety of sizes, so you can find the perfect fit for your child.

When it comes to the number of clubs your child needs, it really depends on their skill level and how serious they are about the game. For beginners, a basic set of three clubs – a driver, a putter, and a wedge – is all they need to get started.

Golf Balls

Golf balls are another important piece of equipment that you'll need to consider. Junior golf balls are designed to be lighter and softer than regular golf balls, which makes them easier to hit for kids. They also come in a variety of colors, which can be fun for kids and help them keep track of their ball on the course.

Golf Bag

A golf bag is a great way for your child to carry their clubs and other equipment around the course. Look for a lightweight and durable bag that is easy for your child to carry. You can also find bags with extra pockets for snacks, drinks, and other necessities.

Golf Shoes

While not strictly necessary, golf shoes can be helpful for kids who are serious about the game. Golf shoes provide traction and stability on the course, which can help your child make better swings and shots. Look for shoes with soft spikes that won't damage the greens.

Golf Gloves

Golf gloves can also be helpful for kids who are serious about the game. Gloves provide a better grip on the club, which can help your child make more consistent swings. Look for gloves that fit snugly but not too tightly, and that are made of breathable materials.

Other Accessories

There are a few other accessories that can be helpful for kids who are learning to play golf. A golf towel can be used to clean off clubs and balls, and a ball marker can help your child keep track of where their ball landed. You can also consider getting a golf hat or visor to protect your child's face and eyes from the sun.

if you're looking to introduce your child to the game of golf, there are a few key pieces of equipment that you'll need to consider. Junior golf clubs, golf balls, a golf bag, golf shoes, and golf gloves are all important pieces of equipment that can help your child learn and enjoy the game. With the right equipment and a little practice, your child could be on their way to becoming the next golf superstar!

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Father's Day

“You sure you don’t want to come, Bits?”

Jack was standing by the door with his golf bag slung over his shoulder.

“It wouldn’t be any problem to add a third,” Bob said, with the confidence of a man who always got what he wanted from service workers, no matter how many twenties he had to slip them.

“No, y’all go and enjoy your game,” Bitty said. “They’re sure to be busy on Father’s Day. I’m sure they’ll pair you with another twosome.”

“No, they won’t,” Jack said. “I paid for a foursome. Avoids the awkwardness of getting paired up with fans.”

“Or worse, people who aren’t fans,” Bob chimed in.

“Of course you did,” Bitty said, shaking his head. “You go on. I’ll have everything ready for the grill when you get back. I gotta call my dad anyway.”

“If you’re sure,” Jack said. “Say hi for me.”

“Will do!” Bitty said, knowing his enthusiasm sounded forced even as he said it.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Bitty took a deep breath in and blew it out. Bob had been in town since Friday, on his own since Alicia had some board commitments, and the level of togetherness had been a bit … much.

Which was weird, because Bitty loved Bob. Jack was usually more likely to be annoyed by Bob’s big personality and the way his gregariousness drew people to him like a magnet.

This time, Jack and Bob had gone running together (with Bitty) and skated together (with Bitty). They’d gone out for meals and visited a history museum (with Bitty). When Jack had to go to a meeting with Falconers management, Bitty and Bob had made sourdough and whole wheat breads before Bitty showed Bob how to make pitas. Bitty, frankly, was ready for some time alone.

Bitty connected his phone to the Bluetooth speaker, selected a playlist and got to work.

He cleared the brunch dishes from the table, loading plates and flatware into the dishwasher before tackling the pans that were soaking in the sink.

He stripped the sheets from his and Jack’s bed, threw them in the washer, and took a load of T-shirts, socks and underwear from the dryer to fold them.

This was a chore better done without an audience, he thought to himself with some satisfaction. That wasn’t fair, though. Bob wouldn’t mind; he’d probably help.

Once the clothes were put away, Bitty gave both bathrooms a once-over, wiping down surfaces and refreshing towels. He straightened the sofa cushions, shelved the books scattered on the coffee table, watered the plants and ran the vacuum.

There was still at least an hour and a half before Jack and Bob would get back, and Coach and Mama would have been home from church in Madison for hours now. If he was going to call, now would be a good time.

Bitty turned the music off and found the contact for his parents’ landline. It wasn’t like he needed it; it was the first phone number he ever learned, the one that was written inside his jacket when he was in kindergarten and the one he had called for rides home from the rink more times than he could count. But he hardly used it anymore. Now when he talked to Mama, it was almost on her mobile, so they could switch to videochat while they baked together or when he wanted advice for what to do about the ailing tomato plants in the tubs on the terrace.

The phone rang once, twice, three times. Maybe they had gone out? Neither of Bitty’s parents’ fathers were alive anymore – hadn’t been since Bitty was a very small child, and really, his father wasn’t much older than Bitty was now when Grandpa Bittle had passed – but maybe one of the aunts was hosting something for Father’s Day?

But Mama probably would have mentioned it when they talked on Thursday.

Four rings, and then the click of the receiver being picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Coach,” Bitty said. “Er. Daddy. It’s me. I called to say happy Father’s Day.”

“Thanks, Junior,” his father said. “It’s nice of you to call. I got your card, too. Do you want to talk to your mother?”

Bitty bit back the response that formed in his mouth, the “Why don’t you think I want to talk to you?” Or maybe it was, “Why don’t you ever want to talk to me?”

“Not just yet,” Bitty said. “I called to talk to you. Are you having a good day?” “I suppose,” Coach said, like it might be a trick question. “It’s hot, so I’m sitting here in the den watching the Braves. I cut the grass yesterday, in the morning, before the heat got too bad. And of course it rained in the afternoon. Probably not so hot up north.”

The weather?

“No, it’s not,” Bitty said. “It’s actually a beautiful day today. Jack went out to play golf with his dad. He said to say hi.”

“He’s doing all right?” Coach asked. “Not too down about not making the final this year?”

“He’s good,” Bitty said. “He’d rather be playing – of course – but they had a good season, and he could use the downtime.”

Silence.

“So, how’re the Braves doing?” Bitty asked, desperate for a new topic.

“Winning today,” Coach said. “But there’s still time for them to blow it. Your mother just came in from the garden, let me get her. Suzanne! Junior’s on the phone.”

His mother picked up the phone in the kitchen and his father hung up the phone in the den, and Bitty asked, “Everything okay down there? It’s hard to get much out of Coach.”

“You know he’s not big on talking on the phone,” Mama said. “But he does miss you. Your coming for the Fourth of July, right? You and Jack both?

“Yes, ma’am,” Bitty said.

“What did you settle on to make for dinner?” she asked.

“We’re just going to grill some kebabs,” Bitty said. “Easier to get meat and veggies in that way. And I made some pitas with Bob the other day. But I should get going – I wanted to get a pie in the oven before they get back from their golf game.”

“Alright, then,” Mama said. “Say hello to Bob for me, and to that handsome man of yours. I love you, Dicky, and your father does, too.”

“Love you too, Mama,” Bitty said, and ended the call. Then he started putting together dough for a pie crust, to make what he told his mother true.

By the time Jack and Bob came back, sweaty and tired and a little flushed with the sun, the pie was baking and the kebabs were marinating. The condo was as clean as it ever got, and Bitty was clean in a fresh polo shirt and pressed shorts.

Jack glanced around, waited for his father to head to the guest room to freshen up, and said, “Everything go okay?”

“Great,” Bitty said. “We managed to talk for five whole minutes before he got Mama on the phone.”

“That must be some kind of record,” Jack deadpanned.

“You know, I think it might be,” Bitty said.

Just then, his phone dinged in his pocket. It was a text from Coach, who hardly ever used his mobile when he was at home.

Braves won.

And if I forgot to say it, I love you, son.

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IN THIS MASTERLIST YOU’LL FIND 214 OCCUPATIONS FROM THE GAME BITLIFE.

Accountant

Actor

Admissions Assistant

Amusement Park Attendant

App Developer

Apprentice Chef

Apprentice Grocer

Apprentice Hairdresser

Apprentice Makeup Artist

Apprentice Music Composer

Apprentice Telemarketer

Arcade Assistant

Architect

Armpit Sniffer

Assistant Chief Fire Chief

Assistant Curator

Assistant Manager

Assistant Vice President

Associate Chief Justice

Asst. Engineering Manager

Asst. Principal Principal

Asst. Superintendent

Baby Sitter

Background Vocalist

Baggage Handler

Banker

Barista

Barnyard Sperm Extractor

Bartender

Bellhop

Beverage Cart Attendant

Bike Shop Mechanic

Biotechnologist

Bookkeeper

Boot Camp General

Boot Camp Major

Boot Camp Officer

Boutique Associate

Bowling Alley Attendant

Brain Surgeon

Brand Ambassador

Bus Driver

Business Analyst

CEO

Cadet Patrolman

Cafeteria Worker

Camp Counselor

Campus Tour Guide

Car Wash Attendant

Caretaker

Cashier

Catalog Model

Chef Garde Manager

Chef Tournant

Chef de Cuisine

Chicken Sexer

Chief Justice

Chief Pilot

Chief of Police

Circus Performer

Clinical Nurse Specialist

Co Pilot

Collections Specialist

College Dean

Colonel

Commanding Officer

Computer Programmer

Concessions Attendant

Crew Member

Criminal

Dance Instructor

Database Administrator

Department Store Associate

Director of Engineering

Disk Jockey

District Court Judge

Dog Walker

Donut Maker

Doorman

Driver

Editor

Engineer

Engineering Manager

Environmental Scientist

Executive Chef

Exhibit Associate

Expeditor

Factory Worker

Financial Analyst

Fire Chief

Firefighter

First Lieutenant

Fitness Instructor

Flight Attendant

Florist

Foot Model

General Manager

Golf Shop Assistant

Grader

Graphic Designer

Grocer

Grocery Bagger

Grocery Store Stocker

Gym Receptionist

Hand Model

Handyman

Head Tech Teacher

Head Waiter

Hotel Front Desk Clerk

Housekeeper

IT Support

Ice Cream Scooper

Insurance Agent

Internal Auditor

Janitor

Jr. Boot Camp Officer

Junior Associate

Junior Sous Chef

Lab Assistant

Laser Tag Attendant

Law Clerk

Lawnmower

Lead Actor

Lead Singer

Legal Secretary Legal Records Manager

Library Aide

Library Assistant

Library Rook

Lieutenant

Lifeguard

Line Cook

Lingerie Model

Lobbyist

Lounge Singer

Lumberjack

Magician

Magistrate

Magistrate Court Judge

Mail Carrier

Mall Kiosk Worker

Mall Santa

Managing Director

Massage Therapist

Microbiologist

Mortician

Mover

Mystery Shopper

Newspaper Delivery Person

Operations Analyst

Patrolman Trooper

Personal Trainer

Personal Trainer

Pet Groomer

Pet Sitter

Pharmacist

Photographer

Pilot

Pilot Trainee Co Pilot

Pizza Maker

Pool Cleaner

Pool Towel Attendant

Porn Set Janitor

Principal

Professor

Psychiatrist

Puppeteer

Real Estate

Receptionist

Research Assistant

Restaurant Manager

Retail Salesperson

Roadkill Remover

Royal (Prince/Princess, Emir/Emira, Baron/Baroness, Viscount/Viscountess, Marquis/Marquise, Duke/Duchess)

Runway Model

Sandwich Maker

Saucier Sous Chef

School Bus Driver

School President

Sculptor

Second Lieutenant

Secretary

Sergeant

Server

Shift Manager

Short Order Cook

Sign Holder

Singer

Social Media Influencer

Social Media Manager

Sous Chef

Sr. Boot Camp Officer

Stockbroker

Street Sweeper

Stuntman

Superintendent

Swim Instructor

Teacher

Teacher's Aide

Tech Teacher

Tour Guide

Translator

Triangle Player

Trucker

Tutor

Usher

Veterinarian

Vice President

Video Game Tester

Violin Player

Voiceover Actor

Window Cleaner

Writer

Yoga Receptionist

YouTuber

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Seijoh’s graduation trip plans

Translator: Leo | Sleepless-rain | Leoppii Editor: Troy  Esaki | Kahluaplusmilk

“Continue on unwaveringly.”

Those were the words that Iwaizumi Hajime had said to Oikawa Tohru, who had stopped to turn back and look at him. It was fall at the time.

“You’re my partner and an utterly amazing setter.”

On this day, Aobajousai High School had lost in the semifinals at the Miyagi representative game of the spring volleyball tournament. And starting from that lost match, the third years were to retire.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa weren’t only the captain and vice-captain of the volleyball club.  They had been together through junior high school and elementary school, more than half of their lives—up until now— was spent together on the courts as partners.

Iwaizumi’s words were blunt, unembellished and held no lies.

“Even if this team changes, that will not change. When the time comes I will take you down.”

Oikawa straightened himself and accepted Iwaizumi’s words of passion and friendship head-on.

“…Bring it on.”

And this story takes place a few months later.

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  “I want to eat curry… So how about India?” said Iwaizumi, wiping the sweat off with his arm.

“You serious?”

“The bar is suddenly set way too high.”

Matsukawa Issei and Hanamaki Takahiro grimace, sweat dripping from their chins.

It was followed by, “But I like naan.”

“I totally get you.”

“When you want to eat naan, you drop by the curry restaurant.”

“I don’t get you.”

A stream of consciousness about curry overlapped with one another until Hanamaki cut in, wringing out his towel, “But you know…Hawaii would be good. How about we go snorkeling?”

“That sounds good, ‘specially in this situation. Deciding between curry and the sea, the latter sounds far better,” Matsukawa answered, ceaselessly wiping his sweat and wringing out his towel.

Iwaizumi, who had suggested India clicked his tongue, “Tch.”

It was hot in here.

Actually, rather than hot it was boiling hot. Yearning for the cool blue sea over a curry filled with spices was no surprise.

As to why they were in a highly acclaimed sauna.

                                                            *** 

In their third year of high school, winter.

With no classes to attend and it being a long time since retiring from club activities, the former volleyball club third year members of Aobajousai High School, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa were left in a daze, and with so much free time they made their way around to various large bathhouses.

After making a big fuss over the electricity bath* with a waterfall feature* they headed into the sauna together. While sweating, the brainless discussion of “where would you go for your graduation trip? Assuming that money wasn’t an issue” blossomed: a way to occupy their free time.

“But you know I’d like to go to Las Vegas.”

“Because you want to gamble?”

“But it’s only fun if you actually have money.”

“Ah, there it is: the forbidden word,” Matsukawa pointed out in response to Iwaizumi’s frank reply, but he thoughtfully considered an alternative.

“If it isn’t a casino… there isn’t really any other place I’d want to go there. Okay then… hmmm, ah. Pandas. A tour of the panda’s homeland, China.”

“Well, if its pandas,” Hanamaki replied to Matsukawa’s panda suggestion, clapping his hands together. “Did you know there’s a whole tonne of pandas at the Wakayama Zoo? I saw it on TV recently.”

“Wakayama?”

“Oh, I bet you don’t know where Wakayama is, Iwaizumi.”

“Shut up.”

Wincing at Iwaizumi’s lack of affection, Hanamaki pulled himself together: “Anyway, even my towel has gotten hot so I think it’s about time to get out.”

“Same here, I can’t stand it anymore.” Matsukawa stood up, “What about you Iwaizumi?” he asked.

“I’m staying.”

“Okay, don’t push yourself.”

“Cold bath?”

“Cold bath.”

The two friends agreed whilst pushing open the heavy wooden door and exiting.

Left alone in the sauna, Iwaizumi crossed his arms, staring at the thermometer on the wall. There was nothing else to do.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, sweating buckets until he muttered, “Las Vegas, huh?” before taking his towel and violently wiping his face and his head. “I guess I really am a bit like a kaiju.” He said to himself, standing up and leaving the sauna drenched in sweat and in search of water.

                                                               ***

 After enjoying the baths and the sauna, the three tired boys found themselves in the large tatami room. Lined with tables and sitting cushions the room doubled as both a resting and a dining area.

An old fan swung its neck unsteadily, blowing a breeze in their direction. There seemed to be a TV somewhere in the room, as the sounds of the golf match commentary could be heard faintly. There were people watching the TV with a few beers, people lying down reading the comic books provided, and children playing the games they had brought.

Everyone in this bathhouse resting area was relaxing and doing as they pleased. And as for these three boys, they were testing the limits of their stomachs.

Of course, it didn’t start off as such a vicious scene. It was meant to be a light meal but there was a reason as to why it turned into a bloodthirsty battle.

After getting out of the baths and slipping into the jinbei* resembling pajamas, the three ordered a light meal, curry, and ramen, while resting. The place ran on a self-serve system, where you went to get your food from the counter when the number buzzer you were given went off. However, the pork cutlet curry Matsukawa had ordered still hadn’t been called out.

“You two eat first, or it will get cold and soggy,” Matsukawa, who was lying on the ground reading manga, told Iwaizumi and Hanamaki who had gone and returned with their curry and ramen.

“Then I’ll dig in.”

“Sorry.”

Without holding back the two took their spoons and chopsticks in their hands and began eating.

“I knew it, curry is the best.”

“That’s not even Indian styled curry! You’re okay with that? ”

“Yeah, because it’s curry.”

The boys continued to talk at the table, and everything was still alright. The trouble was yet to come.

Slurping his ramen Hanamaki called out to Iwaizumi beside him, “You were in there for a real long time.”

“Hm?” Iwaizumi responded with the spoon still in his mouth.

“You know, in the sauna.” He replied.

“Oh that. Isn’t that amount of time normal?”

“Are you serious?”

Their conversation ended there. Both of them focusing on the curry and ramen before them. It was just a meaningless conversation however someone reacted unexpectedly.

“Normal, huh…?”

It was Matsukawa, lying on the tatami.

Matsukawa couldn’t let their conversation – Iwaizumi’s “normal” - slip from his ears.

 “‘Normal’ he said. Doesn’t that mean that the two of us that left earlier are weaker than normal?”

 At that moment his buzzer went off beeping.

Matsukawa got up, “Oh, it’s finally done.”

Hanamaki eyed him whilst sipping the ramen broth from his spoon and asked: “Yours is the only one that took so long, what did you order?”

“Me? Pork cutlet curry.”

“Oh, one of those things that take time to fry… wait, that’s not something you eat after getting out of the sauna!? Your stomach must be strong.”

Upon hearing that Matsukawa glanced at Iwaizumi who was drinking water. And as if he were waiting for it, a smug smile crossed his face, “You think so? Having pork cutlet curry is pretty normal.” He taunted, picking up the beeping number buzzer to get his pork cutlet curry, ambling towards the counter. Someone glared at the figure strangely overflowing with confidence.

“‘Normal’… you say?” It was Iwaizumi, spoon in hand. “Normal? Then me eating plain curry means I’m weaker than that?”

The golf commentary from the TV, the manga, the faint breeze blowing intermittently, the curry and ramen, all of it relaxing and warm. This heaven-like peace enveloping the resting and dining area unfolded into a sudden battlefield.  

Iwaizumi stuffed the remainder of his curry into his mouth vigorously before slowly standing up. “I’m going to get extra gyoza,” he said.

Taken aback by the sudden dangerous aura emanating from Iwaizumi, Hanamaki winced “S-sure…”. His hands stopped over his ramen, the atmosphere created by former ace Iwaizumi could have easily been mistaken for the middle of a match.

And soon after Matsukawa returned with his tray of curry.

“Huh, where’s Iwaizumi?”

“Mm? Oh- uh seems like he went to get some gyoza.”

“…I see.”

Seating himself leisurely onto a sitting cushion, Matsukawa took his spoon in his hand and sighed, “Facing off pork cutlet curry with gyoza, pathetic.”

“What? What are you talking about? Both of you have been acting really weird since a while ago! Is this some kind of inside-joke?”

Hanamaki put down his chopsticks without thinking and upon noticing change in Matsukawa’s attitude Iwaizumi had returned with a “hey.” The clear plastic container in his hand contained eight gyoza. On top of that, another box stuffed with 200grams of chicken karaage. Seeing the extra meat, Hanamaki just feigned a smile.

“Hey, I know you went to all the trouble of buying that but I’m full from the ramen, I can’t eat that.”

Iwaizumi didn’t even spare Hanamaki a glance, staring down unblinkingly at Matsukawa who was eating his cutlet leisurely in declaration of war, “All of it is mine.”

Matsukawa stared back, putting down his fork and rising to his feet to accept Iwaizumi’s challenge, “Bring it on.”

“What is it with you guys!? Matsukawa, why are you standing? Sit down!”

The downside of war is that there are always innocents who get dragged in. And without listening to the confused Hanamaki, the pointless battle began.

Thirty minutes had passed. After eating his pork cutlet curry, yakisoba, grilled onigiri, Matsukawa now sat with what he claimed ‘dessert’, slurping down tapioca filled milk tea.

An exhausted Hanamaki asked: “Isn’t tapioca made from some sort of potato, doesn’t that make this more of a food than a drink? Why are you eating little balls of potato after a meal?”

“Because they were selling it.”

“Even if you want to look cool drinking that, you don’t.”

“I’m not trying to look cool.”

“You are! I heard you when you said ‘pathetic’ and all that other stuff. ”

While Hanamaki and Matsukawa were going back and forth, Iwaizumi returned with another plate piled high with freshly made fries.

“Potatoes! More potatoes! Why are you both eating piles of potatoes!? It’s practically another meal! What’s with you two?! My stomach hurts just watching you. I’m begging you both, please stop!”

The bystander Hanamaki had given up and Matsukawa, who was probing for pearls with the end of his straw, and Iwaizumi, who was throwing a handful of fries into his mouth, stopped. They looked at each other and nodded.

“Let stop it here then since you’re insisting.”

“Right.”

“You’re pretty strong.”

“Same to you.”

Hanamaki glanced at the two shaking hands over the good showdown they had had, clutching his stomach and rolling on the tatami groaning, “The damage runs deep…”

Having mercy on Hanamaki, who suddenly gave in, and having come to terms with the power they both held, both of them turned back to the table. Instead of eating at top speed they ate at the pace they pleased, sipping tapioca and munching on fries. This peaceful scene is what you would have called a warriors break.

“I think I ate a bit too much.”

“It’s because we haven’t been exercising recently.”

“I guess so.”

“How about we show our faces at club practice tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

After eating and drinking until they were full, they leant against the wall, satisfied. It was a warm, comforting moment. Taking a hot bath, unwinding in the sauna, eating a good meal, the fan gently carrying a breeze towards them— It was a moment of bliss.

Eyes closed and exhaustion finally settling in, everything was disrupted by music playing loudly through the speakers in the resting area.

“Huh? Seems like something’s starting…” an almost asleep Hanamaki woke up, startled.

“Look at that…!” Eyes wide, he pointed out at the open area outside.

Iwaizumi and Matsukawa stood up to look over.

A low stage had been unknowingly set up, a group of elderly people who had just gotten out of the baths and enjoying a beer gathered around it, microphones held gleefully in their hands. The sound of unknown old men singing enka songs roared through the resting area.

“I didn’t think they’d have karaoke here.”

“I can’t sleep like this.”

“This blows.”

For these three high school boys with little life experience, and it was a little too early to be battling it out in enka songs. Slipping past the old men excited by songs of mountains and waterfalls, death and killing, the three boys shuffled out of the resting and dining area, leaving it all behind.

                                                              ***

Escaping the enka hell the three boys, wearing the indoor slippers, stumbled upon an arcade.

“Oh, they have the alligator game.*”

“Ready for the hunt.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit cruel to hit their heads?”

“That crane game has a PS4 in it.”

“There’s no way you could win it.”

Familiar sounds and music filled the room. The three wandered aimlessly around the to all the old crane machines until Iwaizumi suddenly called out, “Oh! Let’s play this! Have a showdown!”

In front of the eager Iwaizumi was a punching bag machine. But Matsukawa wrinkled his brow at the effort of it all, “No way, I hate these power type games. You’re going to thrash us anyway Iwaizumi.”

“There’s no winning or losing in punching. It’s to test yourself.”

“You said showdown before.”

It seemed like they were about to break down into another fight but Hanamaki, blue-faced, cut in, “Sorry… but I… the moment I use any force I think I’ll have ramen spewing out of my mouth.”

“Don’t wanna see that.”

“If that’s the case, how about we head home? Since we’re tired.”

It was when the three went to check the time that they saw it.

“Oh.”

Hanamaki pointed to the back of the arcade.

“Damn, air hockey!”

“Huh?”

“Oh, it really is! Air hockey! Air hockey!”

At the back of the arcade was an air hockey machine, old and clunky like the rest of the machines.

“Oh crap! How long has it been since we played air hockey?”

“I haven’t played since junior high!”

“Hurry up, let’s play! How much is it?”

“I won’t lose!”

“Who versus who for the first game?”

Wanting to spew ramen from his mouth, whether someone was going to win or lose, all of that was forgotten as the three hurriedly rushed to stuff one hundred yen into the machine. And thus the first round of the air hockey tournament began.

                                                               ***

 “The bathhouse was unexpectedly interesting.”

“We’ve discovered a great place.”

“Right?”

They had eaten to their heart’s content, played around like children before heading into the baths once again to wash off the sweat. With satisfied faces, they headed home on the free shuttle.

“I didn’t even think it would be this interesting.”

“We spent all our money on the air hockey machine though.”

“We exchanged for so many coins.”

After reminiscing the day using only the words “sick”, “seriously”, and “fun” they eventually quieted down. Whether it was the swaying of the bus, the fatigue from the baths, their full stomachs, or the soft orange light of the setting sun filling the bus that had the three nodding off, no one was sure.

 Staring blankly out the window Iwaizumi mumbled, “... If only he had come.”

Upon hearing those words Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s eyes flew open, despite almost falling asleep.

“Huh, by ‘him’ you mean… Him?”

“If you say ‘him’ there’s no one but him.”

“Him… yeah him…”

The three of them exchanged glances nodding in agreement “Him”, “yeah him.” And bursting out into laugher but it only took a moment before they stopped.

“No, it’s better that he wasn’t here.”

“I guess.”

“It would be pretty wild if he were.”

“But he definitely would have stolen the microphone out of the old lady’s hands.”

“Gotta do a duet I guess.”

“And then he’d get a tonne of candy and mikan.”

“Definitely.”

Right in the middle of their heated talk about ‘him’, the phone in Iwaizumi’s pocket rang out.

“Hm?”

Iwaizumi glanced at the notification, letting out an “ugh” and leaning back, the other two asked what it was and Iwaizumi showed them his phone.

“It’s from him.”

It was a message from him – Oikawa Tohru.

“Really?”

“Hell, he might be hiding in here watching us.”

“Surveying us huh.”

Of course, it would have been unlikely, but perhaps it wasn’t with the person called Oikawa. You could say that he was mysterious, or rather incomprehensible, whichever it was he was inexplicably terrifying.

After looking around the windows and the bus to confirm that Oikawa wasn’t there, Hanamaki let out a sigh, “So what did he say?”

“He just asked ‘Whatcha doing?’ Doesn’t he have anything else to do?”

“Tell him we’re in Las Vegas, send ‘In Las Vegas now’.”

“Idiot.”

“That’s stupid.”

While they bantered they took a photo, bathed in the setting sun, and sent it a message along the lines of “Coming back from Las Vegas with Matsukawa and Hanamaki”. And a reply came back immediately, obviously addressed to all three of them.

“Here we go, ‘ Is this Las Vegas at Naruko Hot springs*?’. Why Naruko hot springs? Is it the kokeshi? ” Hanamaki laughed before his expression changed, “Wait how did he know we went to the baths? Is there a place called Las Vegas in Naruko?”

Both Matsukawa and Iwaizumi replied immediately with serious faces, “Of course not.”

“Oh but hot springs sound good too,” Matsukawa added, stretching in his seat.

“Hot springs, huh…That means table tennis and not air hockey.” As Iwaizumi smirked his phone rang again.

“No fair! I want to go!” came another message from Oikawa.

This time Hanamaki replied, “Air hockey warrior Iwaizumi was seriously something.” and a reply from Oikawa came immediately.

“He said, ‘I’d beat him no sweat’. What are you gonna do Iwaizumi?”

“As if I’d lose.” Iwaizumi replied casually, but his fighting spirit burned deep in his eyes.

“This is going to be serious.”

“Yeah.”

Hanamaki and Matsukawa looked at one another.

Would there really be another round of the air hockey tournament? Who knows?

 The three of them thought about the days ahead of them on the swaying bus.

For the three years of high school, if not the years of elementary school and middle school, the boys that had spent more time bonding with their volleyball teammates than their parents or siblings, were now about to walk different paths. Away from their schools, their hometown.

 “God, I’m getting bus sick,” Matsukawa said blue-faced and Hanamaki laughed.

“You’re so weak… wait I don’t feel so good either.”

“Don’t look down, look outside!” Iwaizumi pointed, putting his phone away in his pocket.

“What are you going to do about Oikawa?” Hanamaki asked, “You still haven’t replied to his ‘I’d beat him no sweat’ comment.”

“Just leave it.”

The other two laughed at the blunt reply.

“Amazing, he’s not even here and he managed to barge in.”

“His presence is too strong.”

“That’s why it’s a good thing he isn’t here with us.”

As they laughed amongst themselves the bus approached the station. They knew it well, this twilight town they always walked through together. The bus winded through, this small journey was almost coming to an end. As each small journey ends, the days slowly pass by. The match ends, retiring from club activities, graduating from high school.

The time to part ways will definitely come, but this won’t be a problem for them. The time spent together, the sweat and tears they shed, all of it is part of their bodies and souls. Along with the things that they built up together, their strength, technique, confidence, and trust, all these things make up their bodies. And each of them will walk a new path to a place they haven’t trekked.

As all roads are connected, although separated, for now, they will surely meet again. And so for the when they meet again so that they can hold their heads high and laugh, they will continue to take on each challenge.

 How about you?

Are you moving forward?

 A motivation that can only be gained from friends pushes them onwards through fatigue. If friends are what keeps one going when they’re apart, then not having them by their sides will be all right.

 “Continue on unwaveringly.”

That’s all they needed.

                                                               ***

  While the three began to head their separate ways home after hopping off the bus, Oikawa was hunched in the corner of the clubroom staring at his phone, “Why did they leave me on read? Damn it!!”

   TRANSLATION NOTES:

Electricity baths: Pretty much a bath that has panels running down the sides that shoot electrical pulses into the water. I’ve been in one and it’s kind of tingly at first but it feels kind of like a massage if you get used to it. It’s not all that common in Japan so even then it’s a sort of novelty to Japanese people.

Waterfall feature: I didn’t know how to translate this but it’s basically a pipe at a height where the hot water comes out. You can sit under it to hit your back and it’s basically like a waterfall/massage.

 Jinbei: Traditional Japanese top and bottoms. The kind you see babies wear to summer festivals (I guess like a two-piece, yukata top and pants). Made out of a thin material and made particularly for hot weather.

 Alligator game: in English, this game is Alligator hunt, but in Japanese, it’s called (ワニワニパニック) waniwani panicky, alligator panic, Matsukawa follows with a “What a panic” to finish Hanamaki’s sentence but I changed it a bit so English readers could get the reference.

Naruko hot springs: One of the most popular hot springs in Miyagi is also known for their wooden dolls, kokeshi. If you ever go to Miyagi, Naruko is beautiful in fall!!

As a small disclaimer:  I have taken some liberties in translation to make the  novel read smoothly. So please don’t quote specific words as canon. that being said I tried my best to stay faithful to the original.  For this reason I will not allow translations into another language using this as the base text. I apologise to anyone who is keen on sharing it in another language but please do so using the original Japanese text.

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Daddy Issues (Rafe Cameron X OC)

Chapter One:What Happens At Night?

Meet Billie Maybank

Warnings:Stalking, blood, robbing, mentions of abuse.I had to rewrite this because the ogr one got deleted somehow.

Billie Maybank was a mess of a person.She was a bit of a mystery, held a kind of power over people that not even they could understand.A lot of people only knew her as a pretty face or a thief, only one person knowing what she was actually like.

That one person was her ‘baby’ brother JJ Maybank.She had enemies on both sides but it was mainly the kooks that wronged her, well, not her directly.It was usually the ones that wronged JJ that she considered her enemies.

Billie yawned, surprising herself when she sat up on her mattress that was pushed up against the wall of her small bedroom.She didnt sleep often because of all the yelling and glass constantly being smashed against the floor and walls of the living room and kitchen.She rubbed her eyes, scratching at her chin.

The sky was dark and sprinkled with stars, making her a bit angry.She wished she could go back to sleep and stay in her own little dream world until three in the afternoon, looking at the watch that she had stolen, groaning when she realized it was only three in the morning.

She knew that she had to get up and prepare herself for what was left of the night, switching on her battery powered lantern.Every night had been the same since she decided to drop out.

She had stopped going to school half way through junior year.

It was bullshit and took up way too much time that she could be using to do something that benefitted her.She had started her full time robbing and stalking six months ago, mid January when she found the source of her life problems.

Barry.He was the one who supplied Luke with coke which meant more beatings for her and more stress for JJ.He was the reason that she had to carry a lighter on her at all times, just in case her father decided to pull something.

It all began with Barry.She stood up,stretching her limbs quietly,grabbing a pair of shorts that she shared with JJ from off her floor and pulling a dirty shoe lace through the belt loops,tying it tight around her waist to keep the shorts from slipping down her legs.

Her and JJ shared all their clothes, they didnt want to but it was just something that they had to adapt to.She didnt want to waste any of the money that you did have on something that she didnt absolutely need.Any money that she did make went into an empty pickle jar under her bed.

It was for when she turned 18 so she could buy her own house for her and JJ.It was something they had been planning for years, when she turned 18 she’d get legal custody of him and they’d move somewhere safe and away from Luke.

Ideally they’d get Luke thrown in prison but seeing that it would require going to court it was completely unrealistic.The siblings had even discussed trying to find their mother again and possibly live with her but there was really no way of doing that without a name or a phone number or even a photograph.

JJ had gotten out of school last week, immediately going to John.B’s.He had stopped by the house first, walking slowly and quietly through the house and into her tiny room,asking her if she wanted to go with him.

She Said no, knowing that she would ruin his fun with his friends, having her own plans anyways.He had hugged her tight, telling her to stay safe before he left.She Waited two days to leave the house, not planning on coming back for two weeks.She just had to make sure that he wouldnt come back to grab something before she left.

Tonight was the two day mark.Putting a notebook,dollar store pens,a couple of oversized shirts,a small towel,matches and a tin full of blunts in her shiity old backpack she prepared herself for a long two weeks.

Her oily,salt smelling blonde hair was in a messy and knotted pathetic excuse for a bun that was already falling apart.She lifted her mattress up,grabbing the black pocket knife that she kept hidden under there,clipping it onto the pocket of her jeans that were starting to slip from the additional weight.

She slipped out her window and onto the lawn with a sigh, looking over to the deck to see her father passed out on the wood.She considered going over to spit on him, deciding it would waste her time.The air was warm and humid but it wasnt nearly as hot as inside of her bedroom which she was grateful for, slipping into the woods.

The path was clear from her constant stopping, now able to walk the route in pitch black darkness,coming out behind Barry’s trailer.The fire that had been lit hours ago had calmed after he left it unattended, going to sleep without a care in the world.

She opened the back door, slipping inside quietly.She had changed the locks ages ago without him knowing,tip toeing through the shitty living room and into his even shittier room, seeing his sleeping form on top of a mountain of blankets.

She let out a small breath, pulling the pocket knife from her pants,flicking it open as she approached the mattress.The sharp blade touched against his skin,her hand moving slowly and leaving a small scratch over part of his throat.She watched as his eyes flicked under his eyelids, a small smirk on her face.

He was too high and too tired to wake up, probably still feeling the cool blade in his sleep.She knew she’d never actually kill him but leaving the small cuts relieved some of the anger that had built up inside of her over the years.She giggled, using the very tip of the knife to scratch a “B” along his collarbone, little bits of blood seeping from the tiny cuts.

She stood for a while, watching him sleep.He’d move a bit every once in a while, sending little waves of adrenaline through her body.She went over to his closet, taking forty dollars from the wallet in his pants before moving to the bins of drugs.

She found little sacks of weed, deciding to take some for herself and stuff it deep in her bag, a smile on her face the whole time.She made her way to his tiny kitchen, looking through his fridge, a frown on her face when all she saw was beer and sticks of butter.

 “Fuckin’ trash, the mans got thousands of dollars and he cant buy good shit.”She huffed, shutting the fridge and moving onto the cabinets, settling on a bag of m and m’s and deciding to take it.She sat on his table, thinking about which beach she wanted to go to, grinning when an idea came to mind.

She cut open a beer can with her knife,rolling it down the hall and letting the alcoholic drink coat the wood before leaving out the front door with a sigh.Making her way onto the road she thought about JJ, trying to imagine what he was doing right now.

She hoped he was asleep if he wasnt drinking and if he was drinking that one of his friends had decided to babysit him.She kept walking until she was on Figure 8,walking right across the golf course, pulling her shirt over her nose and chin,tucking the fabric over her ears to keep it there.

It only took her a few tries to get the code for the lock right, the metal door giving up as she slid it open, sliding across the counter.As much as she despised kooks even she could admit they had pretty great snacks, taking off her bag and unzipping it.

She loaded her bag full of candy bars and snack sized chip bags, her eyes eventually falling on a snack sized bag of popcorn with chocolate drizzle.She zipped her bag back up, forcing the ends together so she could shut it before moving onto the large refrigerators.

There were dozens of pre made sandwiches, luckily all of them had labels so she knew what she was getting.It took a while of looking before she eventually settled on ham and cheese with lettuce, red onion and honey mustard.Her watch told her that it was nearly 5:30, groaning as she walked across the shop to pull the door shut again, sneaking out the back.

She unwrapped the sandwich and ate as she walked, the soles of her shoes eventually hit the soft sand of the beach, a smile growing on her face as she made her way across the land.

Some of the more hard core surfers began to show up in hopes of catching the early morning waves.They were choppy and short lived so she could never understand why they wouldnt just wait until afternoon for the larger, smoother ones.

She wouldve asked them if she had the energy, continuing to walk until she found the perfect place to people watch from for the day.The far side of the beach had all the large rocks that people never occupied, too stressed about climbing up the boulders to ever get up there in the first place.

By the time she had gotten herself settled on the hot rock more people were beginning to pile in, a small smirk on her face as her stormy blue eyes dragged themselves over the crowds in search for her next victim.

She pulled out her altoids tin full of blunt, placing one between her teeth, eyes squinting when she saw a familiar group.Sarah Cameron, her boyfriend and her brother.

Billie chuckled, white smoke escaping her lips, placing the blunt back into its tin and hiding her bag between the cracks of the boulders, hopping down from her throne and sending a slight pain up her leg.

She had gotten into a fight with her father a couple of days back.She had misplaced something, earning her a strike to the rib cage.Luckily that hit was on the weak side unlike the hard punch to her thigh, a yellow and black bruise blooming across the tanned skin.

She had gotten Luke to the ground, her shoe pressed against his throat, grabbing the can of compressed air off the counter along with her lighter, threatening to ‘pull a hockstetter’.It was nothing she hadnt experienced before, continuing her walk along the sand, deciding to circle around so she could find both large and little things that could fit in her pockets, not wanting to raise any suspicion among the kooks.

Rafe watched the blonde move across the sand, his eyes wide.He tried to figure out why he had never seen her before.She was obviously a pogue, it was clear from the crappy clothing that she was wearing.

He had seen the exact same outfit on someone else before, unable to remember who it had been.Something about the way she carried herself gained his full attention.It was like she knew that she was better than everyone else, superior to them.It got him wondering if thats what he looked like.

Topper nudged his arm, trying to get his attention again. “What?”Topper asked, not understanding what he was staring at.He followed Rafe’s gaze, unable to see because of the sunlight in his eyes.

Sarah could see through her sun glasses, laughing. “Not you staring at Billie Maybank!Oh my god, you have a thing for her!”She exclaimed.Rafe’s eyes widened, turning to look at his younger sister.

 “Shut up.”He growled, looking back over to Billie.Maybank, he thought.He didnt know that JJ had a sister. “Its okay to admit you have a crush, Rafe.”She insisted.Rafe shook his head. “She’s a pogue, Sarah.That’s fucking disgusting.”He replied, storming off to the snack stand. 

“We need better security!Somone broke in again!”One of the workers shouted, noticing the lack of chips.Again. “Well we aint getting better security any time soon,Jane.”Another worker replied with a dramatic sigh.

 “Suck my dick, Alice!”Jane shouted back, turning to see Rafe. “Oh,im sorry!What can I do for you?”She asked.Rafe shrugged, not originally planning on getting anything.He just wanted to get away from Sarah. “Sandwich.”He replied, squinting as he hunted the crowds for Billie. “What kind of sandwich?”The worker asked, only earning a shrug from Rafe. “Suprise me.”He replied.

Billie turned around, walking behind the small groups now.Sarah and her boyfriend Topper THornton had gone down into the water, laughing as they splashed eachother but it was a little too loud to be genuine.

She opened their cooler quickly, grabbing the first thing she saw before continuing her walk, only noticing what it was when she was coming across another abandoned bag.Strawberry Fanta. “Not bad, Cameron.”She muttered under her breath, seeing a magazing sticking half way out of a bag.It was too tempting for her to pass,swiping it from the bag and tucking it under her arm.

Rafe was given a ham and cheese with lettuce, red onion and honey mustard.He knew he probably wouldnt eat it but didnt care,walking down the hill back onto the sand, rolling his eyes at Topper and Sarah’s squealing as he dunked her into the cool waves.

He would be lying if he said he didnt want a relationship, knowing that it didnt really matter what kind.He just seeked love and validation, biting the inside of his cheek.He wasnt paying attention to where he was going, his elbow colliding with someones shoulder.

He looked down, heart dropping when he realized it had been the same girl he had been staring at since he had got here.Billie Maybank. “Watch-uhhh....watch where you’re going, pogue.”He refrained himself from using her actual name, not wanting to let her know that he knew her name, figuring he would sound like a stalker.Billie simply smiled, walking past him. 

“Shit.”He whispered, realizing that his voice had cracked, his neck, face and ears becoming red as the embarrassing moment played over and over again in his mind.

Billie had hated Rafe Cameron for years but him being an asshole to her directly was her breaking point, biting her lip when she realized she’d have some new plans tonight.Rafe Cameron would be in for a surprise later.

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What Does Baby Oil Do For Your Skin

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What Does Baby Oil Do For Your Skin

A. 17 Uses for Baby Oil That Will Save You Money

See why this baby softener belongs to the home of every financially experienced adult. The next time you need to loosen, soften, shine, shave or make a noise, try baby oil. The lightly scented mineral oil is suitable for numerous applications that have nothing to do with babies. In fact, having baby oil eliminates the need to buy a variety of disposable products, which are often more expensive. Below are more than a dozen uses of baby oil that can save money.

1. Bath oil

I poured baby oil into the bathtub to soften my tired winter skin.

Note: You must then use a cleaning agent for the bathtub, otherwise the next bather may slip and fall through the oily residue.

2. Moisturizer

Don’t you want to scrub a bathtub with oil after each bath to enjoy baby oil? Dry the towel immediately after bathing, then apply a little baby oil to damp skin to retain moisture.

3. Shaving gel replacement

Before shaving, use a thin layer of baby oil instead of foam or shaving gel (or soap) on your legs.

4. Wax aid

If you shave eyebrows, legs or other parts of the body, use a little baby oil afterwards to remove any remaining wax.

5. Eye make-up remover

A cotton ball moistened with baby oil takes care of the eyeshadow and eyeliner without irritating sensitive skin.

6. Temporary tattoo remover

Junior came home from a birthday party with screaming superhero tattoos? Rub them with a little baby oil.

7. Cuticle oil

Sushmita Munda writes on makeupandbeauty.com that she uses baby oil on her hands when she does her nails. Of course, there is a product called “cuticle oil”, but she never buys it.

8. Lip scrub

Munda also does a lip scrub by mixing 1 teaspoon of baby oil, ½ teaspoon of sugar and a few drops of lemon juice. She rubs lightly on her lips every night before bed to remove dead skin.

9. Detergent massage

Baby oil is a cheap alternative to massage oil or cream.

10. Softener for scaly feet

Do your feet look like lizards in winter? Apply some baby oil before bed, then put on plain white socks. While you sleep, the skin on your feet becomes very soft.

11. Ring loosener

Were your hands swollen from pregnancy or air travel? Pour a little baby oil on the swollen finger and gradually loosen the ring.

12. Paint remover

Do you have latex paint on your hands or arms after painting a room? It can rub immediately or become embedded in the ankles and other skin folds. A post on Instructables.com recommended massaging paint splashes with baby oil in a circular motion.

13. Squeaky hinge lubricant

A drop or two should do the trick – and baby oil smells much better than WD-40.

14. Bandage remover

Is it time to change the patch on your child’s knee? Saturate with oil and wait for a while; The patch should come off immediately, without pain.

15. Price sticker remover

If you can’t remove a sticker from something made of glass, porcelain or plastic, apply some baby oil and wait a while. The sticker should come off much easier.

Note: Do not do this on any fabric or paper, as the oil may discolor.

16. Polishing the golf club

Depending on which golf enthusiast you are talking about, you can protect and polish your clubs with gun oil, WD-40, special golf club polishers, petroleum jelly, a silicone gun cloth or, yes, baby oil.

17. Milling oil

If you have a paper shredder – and you should – things go well with the occasional lubrication. Place a few pieces of paper on a baking sheet and spread some baby oil. As soon as the paper absorbs the oil, pass it through the paper shredder.

  B. 6 Ways You Can Include Baby Oil In Your Daily Beauty Routine

Basically, baby oil is just mineral oil. It is extracted from oil and is used in almost all types of skin products, such as moisturizers and perfumes. Contrary to popular belief, baby oil is not a panacea for all skin problems under the sun. The theory has resulted in women being misinformed about its use, and that is where we come in. Here are five ways to safely incorporate baby oil into your beauty routine and what you should know about it.

1. Moisturizer

Baby oil can be used as a moisturizer, especially in areas of dry skin that need to be healed. The application is very similar to that of babies; Do this from the shower when your skin is still damp. In this way, the oil penetrates deeply into the skin while the pores are still open. Although baby oil is perfectly safe as a non-toxic alternative to other creams, it is not advisable to use it on your face. Baby oil tends to clog pores and cause acne when used on the face. You should continue to use it as a body oil. However, make sure that it is a fragrance-free product as it can cause problems for sensitive skin.

2. Makeup remover

If you are a fan of the oil cleaning method, this tip is for you. Baby oil can be used as a makeup remover as it helps to dissolve makeup and residue. Just massage a thin layer of oil on your face and dry with a cotton towel. Always use a facial wash to wash any residue thoroughly. Baby oil can also be used to make makeup corrections during application. Use a cotton swab to clean up any unstable lines or accidental stains. Make sure to avoid the eye area

3. Foot care

Baby oil contains the rejuvenating and relaxing properties of vitamin E, making it perfect for skin problems such as cracked heels and elbows. Heat the oil and use it to do a pedicure at home or as a daily moisturizer for your feet. Always wear socks to prevent oily sheets and slips

4. Cuticle care

Cuticle care is a highly underestimated form of self-care, especially if you work a lot with your hands. Dry cuticles can cause unnecessary burning and pain if left untreated. This is where baby oil can be useful. If you don’t want to spend your money on expensive cuticle oils, get a bottle of baby oil to keep them hydrated. Dip a cotton swab in the oil and apply to fingers and nails. Massage the oil into the nail bed. So doing it also gives you a healthy, shiny-looking nail, which is a great bonus

5. Shaving oil

I don’t normally leave a razor near me to remove my hair. I hate it when it grows back with thorns and I don’t like the feeling of shaving creams and foams on my body. I make an exception when baby oil is available. Instead of a cream, apply to the oil and shave. It provides a much closer shave and keeps the skin smooth in the process. It can also be used after epilation to remove any wax residue and soothe the skin

6. Miscellaneous

In addition to the obvious uses, having a bottle of baby oil next to the bedside table can help you in several ways. Broken elbows? Massage in a drop to moisturize overnight. In combination with sunscreen, it can act as a tanning oil. Although they do not contain active ingredients that act against stretch marks, they can be used to keep skin smooth and hydrated and to prevent future lines and wrinkles.

  C. Can I Use Baby Oil on My Face?

Baby oil has been on the market for over 100 years and has long been a staple in parents’ kindergartens. It is a clear liquid made from mineral oil and petroleum-based fragrances. According to Johnson & Johnson, baby oil can be applied to the baby’s skin before a massage. It can also help to soothe a baby’s dry skin, especially when used when the skin is already moist with water, for example, after a bath.

Baby oil forms a semi-breathable barrier on the skin. This barrier already retains moisture on the skin’s surface. Some adults also use baby oil on the body to soothe dry skin. Some swear that it gives the skin of the face a special smoothness and shine. People also use baby oil on many other parts of the body, on their hair and as a lubricant. According to a limited amount of research, baby oil may have the ability to increase and soften the skin. Here’s what you need to know if you’re thinking about applying it to your face.

1. Is baby oil good for your face?

Baby oil is hypoallergenic and free of parabens, phthalates and dyes. This means that it is safe for most people to lie on their skin without fear of allergic reactions.

There is a limited amount of scientific research on how baby oil affects the skin and little research on how it affects the face. Based on available research, baby oil is safe for your skin, including the skin on your face.

a. Can you use baby oil as a facial moisturizer?

Baby oil is not comedogenic, which means it does not clog your skin pores. So if you have a dry or normal skin type, you can use baby oil to keep your face hydrated. In a 1993 Trusted Source study, scientists tested four different common moisturizing ingredients to see how they affected people’s skin. One was mineral oil, an important ingredient in baby oil. In comparison to ethanol, glycerin and water, water and baby oil appear to have the greatest moisturizing effect of all ingredients when applied to the skin. Scientists have found that mineral oil has helped to make the skin fatter and to make it more hydrated.

b. Does baby oil reduce the appearance of scars and stretch marks?

There is no direct research to show that baby oil can reduce the appearance of facial scars and stretch marks on the body. The same 1993 study by ResearchTrusted Source, which found that baby oil is an effective moisturizer, suggests that this claim is probably true. Most scars and stretch marks are cut on the skin. The application of baby oil can thicken the skin in these areas and reduce the overall appearance of scars and stretch marks. An older study from 1975 found that the effects of baby oil disappeared 48 hours after use. It must be reapplied to keep the skin looking moist and plump.

c. Does baby oil relieve skin discomfort?

The researchers found some evidence that baby oil can help relieve skin conditions, including those associated with dry skin and diseases like psoriasis. According to a 2012 study of people on hemodialysis, baby oil helped to significantly reduce itching when rubbed on the itchy body part for at least 15 minutes a day for 3 weeks.

2. Can you put baby oil on your face at night?

You can apply baby oil to your face at any time of the day or night to wake you up with smoother, fleshier skin. However, avoid doing this if you are prone to acne, as this can make the situation worse.

3. Unproven claims

Most claims about baby oil, in addition to its moisturizing and fatty properties, have not been proven. Here’s what you should know:

a. Can baby oil treat acne on your face?

There is no evidence that using baby oil can treat acne. Although many people can apply baby oil to their face without increasing the risk of acne, it should be avoided if you have acne-prone skin. Even though baby oil itself does not clog pores, the barrier it forms on the skin can retain dirt and oil that enter the pores and worsen acne.

b. Can baby oil remove makeup?

There is no clear evidence that baby oil can be used to remove makeup. However, many people do this anecdotally. Because it is considered safe to use, it is unlikely to harm you. However, if you have acne-prone skin, avoid applying baby oil to your face.

c. Can you use it instead of shaving cream?

There is no research to suggest that baby oil is a suitable replacement for shaving cream. However, regular use of baby oil can moisturize and soften the skin, making shaving easier.

4. Possible side effects of using baby oil on the face

Baby oil is generally safe to use. However, there are some side effects that you should be aware of when trying to use it on your face. These possible side effects include:

a. Allergic reaction

Research has shown that an allergic reaction to mineral oil, a common ingredient in baby oil, is very rare. However, if you have sensitive skin and are concerned about the possibility of reacting, consider applying a small amount to another, less visible part of your body. Wait 24 hours to see if you have a reaction. If you don’t notice any redness or irritation, it’s safe to apply it to your face.

b. Trigger Escape

Baby oil was developed to be non-comedogenic. Therefore, it does not clog pores, although it can cause acne in people prone to skin rashes.

c. Inability to sweat

Baby oil forms a barrier on the skin. Therefore, on a hot day, it can retain a lot of moisture. This makes it harder for you to sweat, as your body naturally tries to calm down.

5. How to use baby oil on your face

If you want to apply baby oil to your face, do the following:

Wash your face with a mild detergent or soap.

Dry and leave a little moisture on the skin surface.

Inject a small amount of baby oil into your hand.

Gently massage the oil on your face with your fingertips.

6. Alternative home remedies for facial skin

Baby oil is a synthetic product. Vegetable oils are a more natural choice for skin care. If you are looking for alternative oils to soften and smooth your face, consider these more natural options:

Almond oil is a mild moisturizing oil. It is ideal for people with dry and sensitive skin.

Argan oil is a perfect facial oil for people with normal skin. It is moisturizing and full of vitamins that can protect your face from the sun and other skin damage.

Jojoba oil is great for people with oily skin. It is light and moisturizing, but also reduces oiliness.

Rosehip oil works well for people with acne-prone skin. This oil is moisturizing, but it also contains fatty acids that reduce redness and disappear acne scars.

7. Summary

Baby oil is a popular skin care product, originally developed for babies, but it is also used by adults. It can help to increase, soften and moisturize the skin, retaining moisture from the face and the whole body. Although it is a synthetic oil, it is quite mild and rarely causes allergic reactions. However, if you have acne-prone skin, this product should not be applied to your face as it can cause skin rashes. In addition, if you want to opt for a more natural facial oil, there are many vegetable oils for all skin types.

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Women's Golf Rain Wear: Stay Dry & Swing Confidently in Any Weather!

Golf is a game of precision, skill, and timing. But when you’re out on the course, weather conditions can change at any moment, especially when the rain starts pouring down. If you're a female golfer, staying dry without compromising your swing can be a challenge. But don't worry—there’s no need to cancel your round. With the right womens golf rain wear, you can enjoy your game in any weather!

In this blog, we’ll explore essential rain gear for female golfers, from waterproof jackets to golf shoes, and everything in between. Whether you're dealing with a light drizzle or a torrential downpour, we’ve got you covered.

1. Why Investing in Quality Women's Golf Rain Wear is Essential

Every golfer knows that unpredictable weather can make or break a round. Imagine stepping onto the course with a golf jacket that isn’t waterproof, or golf shoes that soak through after a few holes. Not only will you be uncomfortable, but your performance could suffer too.

Investing in high-quality women’s golf rain wear ensures that you stay dry, comfortable, and confident on the course. It allows you to focus on your game without worrying about wet clothes, slipping, or losing grip.

2. Essential Pieces of Women’s Golf Rain Wear

To play your best in rainy conditions, it's essential to have the right gear. Here’s a list of must-have rainwear for female golfers:

Waterproof Jackets

A top priority for any golfer facing wet conditions is a waterproof jacket. These jackets are designed to keep you dry in the heaviest rain without restricting your swing. Look for lightweight options that offer breathability, so you don’t overheat as you move. Brands like Adidas, Callaway, and Wilson offer a range of stylish and functional waterproof jackets made for golf.

Waterproof Trousers

A pair of waterproof trousers can be just as important as a jacket. When the rain is relentless, your legs will thank you for keeping them dry. Waterproof golf pants are designed to repel water while still offering the flexibility you need to make your best swing.

Golf Shoes

Golf shoes are another essential piece of rain gear. In wet conditions, proper footwear can make all the difference. Choose waterproof golf shoes that provide excellent grip, ensuring you don’t slip during your swing. Opt for shoes from trusted brands like Armour, Adidas, or Wilson, which offer great waterproof options. Some brands even offer junior golf shoes to keep younger players dry.

Golf Gloves

A soggy glove can lead to slippery grips and missed shots. 100 Waterproof golf gloves are designed to help you maintain your grip even in the rain. Some gloves feature special materials that ensure a dry grip, while others have unique designs to keep your hands warm and comfortable.

Golf Bags and Accessories

To keep your golf gear dry, choose a waterproof golf bag. Many bags come with rain covers, offering additional protection for your clubs. Keep golf towels and accessories handy to wipe off excess water from your equipment between holes. If you play frequently in rainy conditions, consider investing in a golf trolley that can help keep your bag off wet ground.

3. Best Waterproof Rain Wear for Women Golfers

Let’s take a closer look at some of the best options for women's golf rain wear that are designed to withstand the elements.

Callaway Waterproof Jacket

Callaway is known for making durable and comfortable golf wear, and their waterproof jackets are no exception. These jackets are lightweight yet protective, with breathable fabric that keeps you comfortable during long rounds. Whether you’re hitting the fairway or the greens, a Callaway waterproof jacket keeps you dry in all weather conditions.

Titleist Waterproof Trousers

Titleist is a top choice for many golfers, known for its high-quality equipment and accessories. Their waterproof trousers are made with advanced technology to keep you dry and comfortable even in heavy rain. They also offer Titleist golf balls, which are engineered to perform in all conditions.

Wilson Waterproof Golf Shoes

When it comes to footwear, Wilson has you covered. Their waterproof golf shoes are designed for maximum comfort and durability. With a focus on traction and support, they ensure you can swing confidently on wet surfaces. Whether it’s a drizzle or a downpour, these shoes will keep your feet dry and stable.

4. How to Choose the Right Women's Golf Rain Wear

Choosing the right rainwear isn’t just about picking something that looks good—it’s about finding what works best for your game and the conditions you play in. Here are some tips for selecting the perfect rain gear for your needs:

Look for Full Waterproof Coverage

Make sure your rain jacket, trousers, and other gear are fully waterproof. Look for products that are labeled "100% waterproof apparel" to ensure they offer maximum protection from the rain.

Check for Breathability

Staying dry on the outside is important, but you also need to stay comfortable on the inside. Look for rain gear that features breathable fabrics, allowing moisture to escape while keeping you dry.

Prioritize Flexibility

As a golfer, you need gear that won’t restrict your swing. Look for jackets and trousers that are designed with mobility in mind, so you can move freely during your round.

Choose the Right Fit

Comfort is key when selecting your gear. Make sure your rain jacket and waterproof trousers fit well, allowing for movement without feeling too tight or too loose.

5. The Importance of Ladies Golf Accessories in the Rain

In addition to your rain gear, there are several accessories that can enhance your rainy-day game:

Golf Towels

Having a dry towel can help you maintain grip on your clubs, wipe off your shoes, or dry your hands. Invest in a golf towel that is absorbent and quick-drying.

Golf Clubs and Balls

Rain can affect the way your golf balls perform, so it’s important to choose equipment that can handle wet conditions. Opt for Titleist golf balls, Callaway golf balls, or Wilson golf balls, which are designed to maintain their performance even in the rain.

Golf Bags and Luggage

Protect your clubs and accessories from the rain with a waterproof golf bag. A golf trolley can also help keep your bag off the wet ground. If you’re traveling to a course, invest in golf luggage that provides extra protection for your gear.

6. How to Stay Comfortable While Playing in the Rain

Playing in the rain can be a challenge, but with the right mindset and equipment, you can make the most of the conditions. Here are some tips to stay comfortable while playing in wet weather:

Dress in Layers: Layering is key to staying comfortable. Wear moisture-wicking base layers underneath your waterproof jacket to stay dry from sweat.

Stay Dry Between Holes: Use your golf towel to wipe down your clubs, shoes, and gloves between holes. Keep your gear dry so you can continue to perform at your best.

Focus on Your Game: Don’t let the rain distract you from your game. Stay focused, and remember that everyone is playing under the same conditions.

FAQs

1. What is the best women's golf rain wear?

The best rain wear includes waterproof jackets, trousers, gloves, and shoes. Top brands like Callaway, Wilson, and Adidas offer high-quality, breathable, and waterproof options to keep you dry on the course.

2. Do waterproof golf jackets affect my swing?

No, high-quality waterproof jackets are designed to be lightweight and flexible, ensuring they don’t restrict your swing. Look for options with breathable fabrics for maximum comfort and mobility.

3. What shoes are best for playing golf in the rain?

Waterproof golf shoes from brands like Armour golf shoes, Adidas, and Wilson offer excellent grip and comfort in wet conditions. They are designed to keep your feet dry and stable, even on slippery surfaces.

4. How do I protect my golf equipment from rain?

Use a waterproof golf bag with a rain cover and carry a golf towel to wipe off excess water from your clubs. A golf trolleys can also help keep your bag off the wet ground.

5. Can I still use regular golf balls in the rain?

Yes, but it's best to use water-resistant golf balls like those from Titleist, Callaway, or Wilson, which are designed to perform better in wet conditions.

7. Final Thoughts

Rainy weather doesn’t have to ruin your game. With the right women’s golf rain wear, you can stay dry, comfortable, and confident on the course. From waterproofs jacket to golf shoes and accessories, make sure you have the gear you need to face the elements. Keep playing in all weather conditions, and don’t let a little rain slow you down!

Whether you’re hitting the course in a drizzle or a torrential downpour, make sure your golf gear is ready for whatever nature throws your way. Invest in high-quality rainwear, and swing confidently in any weather!

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Discovering Ben Sayers Golf Irons: A Legacy of Quality

Introduction

Golf has a rich history, and few brands embody this tradition like Golf Irons Ben Sayers. Founded in North Berwick, Scotland, it is one of the oldest golf companies. Whether you're a seasoned golfer or just starting out, Ben Sayers golf irons offer performance, precision, and reliability. From golf clubs to golf accessories, the brand delivers everything a golfer needs.

The Legacy of Ben Sayers

Established in 1873, Ben Sayers crafted clubs for King Edward VII and many famous golfers. Today, the brand continues to produce high-quality golf equipment, including golf irons, golf bags, golf trolleys, and golf shoes. With its deep Scottish roots, it remains a symbol of golfing excellence.

Ben Sayers Golf Irons: A Game-Changer

1. Precision and Performance

Ben Sayers irons cater to all golfers. Whether you're using the Ben Sayers M8, M2i, or JNR junior golf sets, each club is crafted for better swing speed and improved accuracy.

2. Ideal for All Skill Levels

From beginners to professionals, Ben Sayers irons provide the perfect balance of control and power. The iron sets feature advanced designs, offering enhanced forgiveness on off-centre hits.

3. Quality Shafts and Grips

Every iron set includes premium golf grips and shafts designed to optimise performance. These clubs ensure consistency with every swing.

Complete Golf Sets for Every Golfer

Ben Sayers doesn’t stop at irons. The brand also offers golf package sets for those who need a full set of clubs. Whether you're looking for ladies golf clubs, junior golf sets, or fairway woods, Ben Sayers has you covered.

Golf Accessories for Enhanced Gameplay

Owning the right gear can elevate your game. Ben Sayers provides an extensive range of golf accessories, including:

Golf gloves – Ensure a firm grip for a perfect swing.

Golf ball and golf towels – Keep your gear in top condition.

Stand bag and cart bag – Store your clubs securely.

Electric golf trolley and trolley accessories – Make carrying clubs effortless.

Shoe accessories and shoe bags – Keep your golf shoes clean and protected.

The Connection to Scotland’s Greatest Golf Courses

Ben Sayers has strong ties to Scotland’s legendary courses, including North Berwick Golf Club and St Andrews. These clubs have hosted some of the world's best golfers, and Golf Irons Ben Sayers continues to serve those who play on these historic greens.

Choosing the Right Ben Sayers Club

When selecting a Ben Sayers iron, consider:

Club number – Choose based on distance and trajectory needs.

Pitching wedge and putter – Essential for short-game control.

Ladies golf balls – Specially designed for optimal performance.

Why Golfers Trust Ben Sayers

Heritage & innovation – Over a century of expertise in crafting superior golf clubs.

Affordable quality – High-performance clubs at competitive prices.

Comprehensive range – From iron sets to golf clothing, everything a golfer needs.

FAQs on Ben Sayers Golf Irons

1. What makes Ben Sayers golf irons special?

Ben Sayers irons offer precision, durability, and excellent swing speed, making them ideal for golfers of all levels.

2. Are Ben Sayers irons suitable for beginners?

Yes, Ben Sayers provides forgiving iron sets like the M8 and M2i, perfect for new golfers.

3. Does Ben Sayers offer full golf sets?

Yes, they provide golf package sets including irons, fairway woods, putters, and golf bags.

4. Where is Ben Sayers based?

Ben Sayers originated in North Berwick, Scotland, a historic golfing location near St Andrews.

5. What accessories are available with Ben Sayers golf equipment?

They offer golf trolleys, gloves, bags, golf balls, towels, and shoe accessories.

Conclusion

Ben Sayers continues to be a trusted name in golf. Whether you need golf irons, golf grips, golf bags, or club accessories, this historic brand offers quality and value. With a legacy rooted in North Berwick Golf Club and St Andrews, Ben Sayers remains a favourite among golfers worldwide. If you’re looking for reliable golf equipment, this is a brand worth considering.

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August

Breaking the Rules (Series) by @kmd0107

Florist AU Prompt Fic. Logan is a florist. Veronica is a journalist with a secret admirer...stalking and sexy hijinks ensue.

September

The Casablancas Legacy by @nicemom93

Dick discovers that the sins of the past can have unexpected repercussions. Post MKAT.

October

Stay With Me (Series) by @bryrosea

An unexpected emergency brings Veronica back to California a little earlier than planned.

AU, set about two years before the timeline of the movie.

November

What is Past is Prologue by @scandalpantsstuff

Future fic, takes place seven years after the season finale. Veronica and Logan are 26 and living in New York. Yes, it's a LoVe story. Is there any other kind? I promise angst, drama and even a few Dick jokes. 

December

Little Red by @cheshirecatstrut

Once upon a time, a plucky college junior donned a red hoodie and butch boots, fired up her rusted-out Le Baron, and went on a road trip to Palm Springs (to visit caustic Grandma Mars). Along for the ride (because who doesn't love road trips?) are: her vivacious heiress roommate, Lilly, whose constant gift-giving hides a secret agenda: Lilly's somehow-too-perfect, future-senator brother: and Lilly's surly celebutante ex, who sports a suspiciously toothy grin, and a sackful of red apples.

16-Aug 

Sweet Invention by @marshmellowbobcat​

It took two years, three days, a couple of missing siblings, fake dating and only one bed to get to this point, but hey, you know what they say about the ones that come easy.

A LoVe story

23-Aug 

Day Drunk Into the Night by @machawicket​

There was a blonde walking toward him, arm-in-arm with a brunette woman, their faces turned toward each other as they talked and laughed in the cool evening air. These women were, if he had to guess, a little tipsy, oblivious to the pedestrians around them. So Logan stared, cataloged, compared the blonde to his memories of Veronica. He was helpless, unable to look away, because the one time he didn’t make absolutely certain he was wrong, it would be her. AKA, the hotel de espana's in spain-fic.

30-Aug 

The Phenomenal Pixie by @best-laid-plaids​

Veronica is a masked avenger who stalks the streets of Neptune. Logan is the intrepid reporter who's on the story.

6-Sep 

Manga by @marshmallowmore​

What if Logan Echolls saw Veronica Mars, leaving Gameland? A different take on 'The Wrath of Con'

“Why if it isn’t Veronica Mars, cosplaying Manga porn. Fourteen year old Logan would be so horny right now!”

13- Sep 

A Strange New Story Every Time by @gyzym​

Ten years clean of Neptune living, Logan's past finds him in an all-night grocery store.

20-Sep 

Cheers, Darlin'! by @mysilverylining​

Even the experts agree, a boy needs closure. Post-series. Current day. Not movie-compliant, but borrows some movie canon elements (aviator!Logan, Carrie is dead)

27-Sep 

Not Piz by @best-laid-plaids​

Logan Echolls: some perspectives.

4-Oct 

Rio Village Nights by @bondopoulos​

Veronica wins the first gold of the Rio Olympics for shooting and then sets her 'sights' on a cute athlete in a bar who is fighting to keep his mind on the game.

AU LoVe fic that takes place during the Rio Olympic Games. Cameos by most of the VM gang.

11-Oct 

Veronica's New Normal by @cheshirecatstrut​

Veronica's determined to work a normal job and have a normal life, post-season 1. Unfortunately, Logan won't cooperate.

18-Oct 

All the Days and Nights That We Know by @happilyshanghaied​

Logan is shipping out soon and Veronica is silently panicking. She's never had to work this hard to keep a relationship, but this is also the first time she's actually had something worth keeping.

25-Oct 

Waypoints by @machawicket​

Stories in this series were written based on Logan's career path, which leaked before the movie; consequently, many of the specifics of his and Veronica's lives at the open of this series deviate from canon.

1-Nov 

I'm the Hero of the Story by monroeslittle

"She's starting to remember what you've told her. She's starting to remember that her name is Veronica Mars and she's your daughter, but she's not remembering being Veronica Mars or being your daughter. She's not remembering what happened before. She's not remembering who she is. Only who she's supposed to be."

8-Nov 

Veronica's Hangover by @mysilverylining​

Why is there a jackhammer going off in Veronica's head, and who on earth could it be snuggling up against her?

15-Nov 

Something's Gotta Give by @best-laid-plaids​

Veronica and Logan, five Decembers, five parties.

(Or, the New York Lawyer Romantic Comedy AU that nobody asked for)

22-Nov 

The Sweet Life by Gertinator

The au of Veronica's graduation dream... Lilly is alive. How did Veronica end up with Logan?

29-Nov 

The Washing Machine Story by @best-laid-plaids​

Logan and Veronica solve a case and banter about golf, Grease, marriage, and conspiracy theories. Post MKAT.

6-Dec 

Hollywood Lost and Found by @cheshirecatstrut​

Logan, Veronica, Mac and Casey wander the streets of 1981 West Hollywood, looking for a one-night-only Runaways reunion show.

13-Dec 

I Hate You Because by @mysilverylining​

Logan, Veronica, a pool, snark, and a made up drinking game.

20-Dec 

Wingspan by @theawkwardterrier​

Write me long letters, Veronica. In the months after her return to Neptune, things return to whatever level of normal they can. Veronica has a case, and a new thing for communicating with Logan. Post movie.

27-Dec 

The Rotation by @cheshirecatstrut​

Logan Echolls, his fantasy rotation, a poorly-tied towel knot, and Veronica Mars.

 Art by @lilamadison11​, @cattyk8fic​, @marshmellowbobcat​ & @amypc1​

<3 & gratitude to the @vmficclub​ mods @amypc1​, @cattyk8fic​, @LoVeObsessed2 & @marshmellowbobcat​

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A Portrait of a Tortured You and I - Chapter 2

Authors Note: I don’t edit or proofread usually when trying to get content out quickly, so I am aware there may be issues with my use of past and present tense. Please know I will fix any and all errors!

I was snapped back to reality, when I heard the horn blow on the ferry.  It was pulling up to the dock.  I was equal parts excited and nervous.  This wasn't my first rodeo, I had been to over 50 concerts, traveling all over the world to see Mars, I was also a Camp Mars alum... but this was the first time I had left the comfort of my home since I had been brutalized. 

Life has a funny way of surprising you though.  Since the attack, my sisters and I have made up.  I don't think we would have, had the unfortunate not happened.

Since I received the anonymous letter and check, I started working on getting better.  I still wasn't out of the woods.  The occasional panic attack and nightmare still happened.  I didn't know if they would ever go away, but they were becoming less and less.  I did have a few issues getting on the plane, but I used the breathing and grounding techniques that my therapist was teaching me.  And here I am, ready to finally enjoy life again.  I was so anxious to get to the island and get settled in. 

Some of the Echelon that I was still friends with were meeting up with me and it was all about strength in numbers.  That gave me comfort knowing that they had my back in the unlikely event I began to panic.

I looked around seeing many unfamiliar faces and was slightly confused.  Having traveled a lot to the European shows, I expected to recognize people I knew, but alas I didn't.  We began to load onto the ferry, everyone in a rush.  I felt a bump and a push and at first just chucked it off as everyone being so eager and not looking where they were going.  I felt an attack coming on and steadied myself against the railing.  "Okay, you've got this. Breathe in, now breathe out." I did my breathing exercises and didn't care if people thought I was crazy.  It subsided and I went to give myself a figurative pat on the back when I turned around and saw an unwanted familiar face.

"No one is buying it, freak!" She was laughing and acting so smug.

"What is your problem, Natalie?" I asked.  I honestly wanted to clear the air with her.  I knew I'd be seeing her at a ton of events going forward, as I had been for the last fifteen years.  I'd like to be able to enjoy our precious time with the band without having to constantly worry about problems with her.

"You honestly don't know, do you?"  She grinned, all the while looking at me very curiously.

"No. I've never had problems with you.  In fact, when you were writing that Jared smut, I was your biggest fan, always complimenting you on your writing.  Last years camp we even enjoyed some time together. So Nat, what's the deal?"

"You don't get to call me Nat anymore.  Just do me a favor and fuck off."  With that she stormed off into a group of girls all high five-ing her and congratulating her on a job well done being the biggest bully.  The saddest part of this was that Natalie is a 44 year old woman acting like a 20 year old.  It wasn't cute.  Not by a long shot.

I was on edge the whole ferry ride which lasted approximately an hour and twenty minutes, but felt much more like an eternity. My eyes were constantly darting around and anytime the boat rocked, I felt absolute dread. I was repeating a sort of mantra over and over in my head, “you’re gonna be in the presence of Mars soon. It’s going to be the best time!” I just knew once I was there and settled, that I would finally be able to let my guard down. I would be able to relax and have the best time.

We pulled up to the island and from the boat, I could see the beautiful art installations and hear the sounds of laughter mixed with music being played on loud speakers. I was home, in my element. Memories of previous camps creeping in my head and replacing all the negative ones from the past year. I watched as Natalie and her groupies got off the boat before me. I was wishing and trusting that she’d forget that I was here, now that she was also on the island.

Check in was literally right at the dock and there were many faces I recognized there, I sighed a great deal of relief. Walking up, I presented my ID, passport, and my booking number. A cheery girl many years my junior, took my items and said, “Hi, Catherine, how was your trip here?” I smiled, “it has been uneventful up to now.” I didn’t need to tell her all of the details, she was just making small talk. “Okay, you are in.... hmm. I don’t see your booking, that’s strange. Hold on a second.” She turned and walked off. I was growing more nervous by the second. Was my email from Shayla fake? But if so, how did I end up with $3,000 dollars? I started putting pieces together. Maybe the email was fake and my parents gave me the cashiers check. This would be so awful, if true.

I was told to step aside while someone else took over that computer and was checking more guests in. I couldn’t breathe and I started crying and shaking. The place I was supposed to feel most at home in was now not feeling so homey.

The girl came back and asked to see any printouts I had from AiW. I fumbled around looking for the email from Shayla and any correspondence directly from Adventures, I grabbed the first thing which happened to be the original confirmation when I bought the package in January.

She took it from me and cross referenced something on an iPad. “Hmmm, I see this booking existed and then it was canceled. But, I also see your name is on the list of attendees. We don’t finalize the list until all payments are made. This is odd. Do you have proof of payment?” I didn’t have that, but I was able to show her the email from Shayla after digging around once more in my bag. “Oh, well I guess this actually makes sense now! Okay, so you had the moonlight tent package. Let me find you one that’s available since we don’t know which one you’re supposed to be in, anyway.” She found one that had a bed free and loaded up my bags onto a golf cart. I told her I didn’t mind walking, and set out to find my tent.

I hadn’t seen any of my friends yet as many people were still being ferried over and we all had different boat times. It was peaceful. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, the music was a great selection of garden variety pop and rock. I was actually feeling great, now that it appeared the email wasn’t fake at all.

As I was walking, I caught a glimpse of Jared and Shannon talking over by some trees. They were wearing swimming trunks and smiling as they talked. I thought to myself that they looked extra adorable and almost tripped from not looking where I was going. I heard a voice that I would know anywhere shout, “watch your step, the ground isn’t even!” Shannon chuckled as he spoke to me from a distance. Jared looked in my direction and waved. I kept going and finally found my tent. Number 4, one of my lucky numbers. I was at peace.

My bags were sitting on the only available bed and I made my way over to it, to start making my little space my own. I heard someone walk in, but they must have walked back out because I never did see anyone. Once, I had made myself comfortable, I decided to lay down and allow myself time to soften up. I needed to unwind in the worst way and the quiet was really tranquil.

I rested for what was likely to be about an hour, but I have no actual idea as I hadn’t looked at the time. I was awoken from reverie to a commotion outside the tent. And I drew my legs up and started rocking back and forth.

The problem with being out in the real world was that everything was so unpredictable. Loud noises were everywhere, no matter the cause... they were most always innocent. People fighting... that was a hard one for me, but I saw my share of it in the airport between husband and wives, or parents and children. Now, here on the island there is it’s own set of issues. I needed to know the cause for the arguing. I needed to know I was safe. So I cranked my neck forward to get a really good listen.

“Ughh, I’ve looked all over for someone who can help me and I can’t seem to find anyone that cares or knows what to do! I’m going to just start screaming. Maybe that will get someone’s attention!”

I instantly knew it was Natalie.

“Don’t worry. This is a great opportunity. We can fuck with her as much as we want.”

“Hahahaha, no! I don’t want to be anywhere near her. She’ll play the victim no matter what and then I’ll get kicked off the island. Nooooo thanks!”

“No one has to know.”

“That’s true! Oh wait, there’s Shayla. Let’s get her attention.”

“Shayla, we desperately need your help!”

“Not now ladies. I’m looking for someone. Can it wait?”

“No, it can’t. We are stuck in a tent with someone we don’t like.”

“That’s hardly a reason to throw a fit. Can’t you just ignore each other?”

“Me? Of course! I can avoid her, but it’s not me to worry about. Catherine, will be the problem. She’s gonna hurt me in my sleep or something. She’s really unstable.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She was actually trying to make me sound like I was a monster. What’s worse is we were to share a tent for three nights. I became violently ill and threw up right there in the bed.

“Did you say Catherine? Where is she?”

“Hell if I know.”

Shayla stepped inside and took notice of me.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay, Catherine?”

I nodded. “Let’s get you cleaned up and out of here. There was a mistake at check out. This isn’t your room. I’ll have someone clean up in here, don’t worry.” I went to protest, but she waved her hands at me. She picked up a towel and wiped my face. I was so humiliated. I had known Shayla for a few years and she was always so kind, we were nothing but acquaintances so to have her help me when I’m at my lowest was really humbling and extremely embarrassing. She handed me clothes from my suitcase and I quickly changed into them. “You ready?” I sighed, then nodded.

Shayla had her arms around me and walked me out of the tent. She gave Natalie a stern look and said nothing. We took a few steps and I overheard a scream followed by, “that nasty cunt threw up in here, how fucking gross!” Shayla reassured me and told me to just ignore it. I tried, but I still couldn’t get over how things were unfolding. I was still so confused as to how it ended up the way it did with Natalie.

We arrived at some bungalows and Shayla motioned for me to follow her. At first, I thought this was where she was staying or maybe it was first aid. I was really perplexed, but I followed her in. She turned around and said, “I’ll have your things sent here. Is this room okay? I wanted you to have something peaceful to wake up to, this was the only room with a direct view of the sea.”

“Shayla, I’m completely baffled. This isn’t my room. Why am I here?” I had to ask because I knew there had to be a mistake. “I must have forgotten to tell you, the donor upgraded you to the VIP experience and this was meant to be your room from that moment on. Unfortunately, when I went into the system to change everything, there was a glitch so it erased your booking entirely. You shouldn’t have been in that tent and it’s my fault you had to experience that unpleasantness.” She looked truly sorry.

“Shayla, you couldn’t have known. But is there anyway you can refund back some of the money to whomever paid for me? I’d like to just be where I was if I had paid my own way?”

“Catherine, I’m under strict orders to make sure you have a smooth vacation and that you have a wonderful time. I can ask, but I don’t think there’s a chance that they will allow that to happen.”

“Shay, who was it? I won’t say anything, I just am a little freaked out that someone did this for me.” I pleaded with her to tell me. Honestly, I was more scared now then I had been traveling here alone. What if this person meant me harm?

“I can’t say. But they’re not a threat to you. I can assure you of that.”

“Okay, whomever it was is trustworthy? I have your word?”

“Yes. Now, I suggest you do whatever it is you need to, because your itinerary is completely full starting in about an hour.” She handed me a paper filled with activities and times. She was right, completely full, starting with front row seating to the soundcheck.

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The Waterpark - pt. 1

It was a cloudless, mid-August day in the northeast United States. The year was 2012. I had two straight days off from work, which was rare for me, as I’d been juggling three jobs all summer to build up some savings for my first year of college. And for once, all three of my best friends from high school - Sam, Josh, and Kyle - were in town. I was eager to reunite with them and have one last hurrah before we all headed our separate ways for college.

A few weeks back when we’d realized we would all be free for the same 2-day span, we decided to go on a small road trip together. We settled on a mountainside waterpark ‘resort’ a few hours north from where we lived. Though, ‘resort’ was probably a bit too generous a term. I’d been up there for a day trip with my family a few years back, and while the waterpark was neatly built-out alongside the slope of a mountain, with tons of cool rides, pools, and places to eat, the “resort” part pretty much began and ended with a fairly ritzy lodge-style hotel (the place doubled as a ski resort in the winter). On the far south end of the forested property, some campsites and small, rentable cabins dotted the area, with a small rec hall, café, and communal bathhouse in the center.

We decided against splurging on a room in the hotel, since for one, we all were trying to save money for the fall semester. More importantly, we planned to get shit-faced drunk that night, and didn’t want to deal with noise complaints from wealthy hotel guests. Nobody was trying to get an underage drinking citation right before college began. Instead, we went with the thriftier option of renting one of the small cabins, which from the website was said to have two full size beds and a refrigerator. It also had its own grill and fire pit off of the patio so that we could bring our own food and cook. Most alluringly, the cabins seemed to be spaced far enough apart in the woods that we could do a fair amount of loud, annoying, 18-year-old things without causing too much of a disturbance.

I, being the planner of the bunch, booked the cabin and elected myself the driver. I woke up that morning and texted the boys to make sure they were getting up and around. Sam was supposed to be dropped off at my house around 8am, and then I was to pick up Kyle and Josh once we headed out, since their places were on the way.

Sam was the only one of my friends I had really seen at all that summer, but he was busy with band friends, his summertime golf course job, and his newfound passion for yoga, so I really had only seen him a few times since graduation in mid-May. Sam and I did occasionally meet up late at night to drive around, smoking weed and shooting the breeze, but other than that we never really got to see much of each other. I was glad that he was in town and that we had the chance to bond one-on one, since he was the newest of the group of friends. He had only moved to our school about three years ago, and we didn’t really become close until junior year. 

Sam was charming and easy to like. He was a bit of a music nerd, and this past year was the drum major for our school’s marching band, but he got along well with everyone. From cheerleaders to football players to artsy wallflowers, everyone seemed to know and like Sam. He was very non-threatening, but carried himself with more confidence than you would expect for having just a 5′6″, 145 lb frame. He narrowly missed being crowned homecoming king, losing by single-digit votes to our school’s admittedly endearing quarterback. Especially impressive, given that he had only been going to our school for just over two years. Sam was naturally handsome, with thick, long-ish brown hair that waved down around to his ears and framed his boyish face nicely. His eyes were big and expressive, and his nose small, upturned and cherubic. He had a wide, almost feminine mouth with curvy full lips, which were contradicted by a masculine, pointed jawline. His smile was infectious, and he always knew how to charm people with jovial banter.

Sam and I shared a few classes together my sophomore year, and though we were friendly with eachother, we never really hung out outside of school. At the start of junior year, we were assigned as lab partners for AP Chemistry. That semester, we became workout buddies. My previous workout partner, Josh, and I had stopped going together, Josh instead opting to go with his jockier friends to his volleyball team’s lifting sessions. As I began to get to know my new workout buddy and chemistry partner more closely, we became fast friends. I started inviting him to hang out with Josh and Kyle, forming the aforementioned core group of four that would be heading up to the mountains together in a few hours. Josh and Kyle quickly took to him and his one-of-the-guys attitude, though when one-on-one with me, he always flashed a bit more of a contemplative and sensitive side. We could talk about deep things that I never really could with Josh and Kyle, which was very refreshing, and allowed me to be more authentic and vulnerable around Sam.

I had begun realizing I was gay right around the time my freshman year started, but I had always been terrified to tell anyone how I was feeling. I knew if I ever told anyone, it’d be Sam. He was just such a safe and understanding guy. He had a few gay friends and it was not something he seemed to be phased by, so I figured he would be the most understanding person I could tell without fear of judgment, or making it awkward.

But my inkling to confide in him faded fast a few months into senior year, when I realized I had started developing sexual feelings for him. This caught me off guard, as up until that point the only guys that struck my fancy were tall, muscular studs and pudgy beefy types who had big appetites and growing paunches. Sam was neither of those, as his short and relatively lean frame would suggest, but he did have one asset (pun intended) that really got me going: his perfectly round bubble butt. No matter what type of pants he wore, the two perky globes protruded proudly from his backside and bounced firmly as he walked. His newfound passion for yoga brought him to wear more athletic pants that often let little to the imagination. The circular slope of his cheeks jutted out below the small of his back at an almost 90 degree angle, rounding perfectly down his rump like meaty tear drops above his hamstrings. The ass truly defied gravity. Plenty of times I’d steal glimpses of it as he changed before our workouts after school, testing the back seams of his Calvin Klein boxers as he’d change from school clothes to gym clothes. But annoyingly, he was hesitant to shower at the school after our workouts and instead opted to go home in his gym clothes. I’d never seen him or his juicy ass fully unclothed. Sam’s body was boyishly smooth- just the tiniest amount of fuzz between his pecs and the faintest little happy trail underneath his cute belly button. No chest hair, no back hair. I could only image how soft and smooth his bubble ass would look in its full bare glory. 

While up and showering, the thought of Sam’s gravity-defying butt started to chub up my fairly average cock. I know “fairly average” is not descriptive, but it literally is the most standard cock. If I must describe it (you horny bastards): cut, hangs just slightly to the left, no big veins, a little over 6″ on a good day, and average girth. Though, I do have a nicely pronounced ridge where the head meets the shaft that does give it a bit of character, and at the end of the day I really can’t complain about it. I’d been in swim team locker rooms for four years… there were some pretty ugly dicks out there. For a long time, it had been much smaller, and I worried it would never grow, thus I was elated to have reached the 6” threshold when the later stages of puberty finally kicked in. So, yeah. Average was good.

As the water from the showerhead cascaded over my body, I mindlessly rubbed soap suds up and down my shaft and lazily imagined that Sam was standing in front of me: facing the wall, ass jiggling towards my swelling package. Eventually, I just decided to leave it at half-mast as I cut the water, stepped out, and toweled off, inspecting my body in the mirror as I did. 

I was pretty proud at how I’d managed to stay in decent shape despite my hectic schedule this summer. My primary job was as a lifeguard at the local country club. On rainy days when nobody showed up to the pool, I’d do crunches, push ups, dips, and body squats under the roof of the pavilion, since I wasn’t getting regular workouts in like I did during school. Being a swimmer had its perks, like being able to eat whatever I wanted and not gain weight, but it always made my body a little more slender than I’d prefer. My 6′ 175 lb frame was probably no more well-muscled than it had been 4 months ago, despite my rainy day efforts. My limbs were especially lanky, something Josh liked to tease me about since he had upped his workout intensity a few years back. Over the past two years he bulked up considerably, after swapping our tame thrice-weekly gym regimen with daily, 2+ hour training sessions with his volleyball friends. I styled my short, brown hair in a tight coif, and brushed my naturally straight, white teeth. I was good looking enough, but never considered myself much of a heartthrob. I inspected my lean, hairy chest in the mirror. Gotta start benching again, I thought to myself, as I tried to make my baby pecs dance.

I heard a slam of a car door and out of the bathroom window saw Sam exiting his mom’s SUV at the bottom of my driveway. He was wearing annoyingly baggy athletic shorts that went about mid-thigh, and a white t-shirt that he seemed to fill out more than I’d have expected him to. I quickly threw on my Saxx boxer briefs, some cutoff khaki pants, and a RVCA tank top, and hurried out into the living room where my mom was busy greeting him at the door. 

“Micah!” Sam exclaimed as I pulled him into a hug. A real hug, not the bro kind that alot of guys half-assed. I guess most people wanted to stave off the slightest hint of anything other than pure masculinity, but Sam didn’t give a shit what people thought about his hugs. It was one of the things I both admired and envied about him. I gave him a friendly squeeze as he smiled, “I missed you buddy.” 

Shit, I thought, how long has it been? “Almost a month,” I answered myself, realizing that statement was not really cohesive to what he had just said. I quickly added an “I missed you too Sam,” and smiled warmly back.

“You ready for an epic weekend?” He asked, eyebrows moving upwards as he spoke. I chuckled.

“Today is Wednesday.”

“Oh shit,” he jokingly pondered. So like him to not know what day it was. “Well whatever, it’s a weekend for us! Road trip! Did Kyle give you his most recent pretentious music playlist for you to blare in the car?”

I chuckled, “Oh yeah man, Thom York’s greatest hits only. With a brief intermission for an inspiring TED talk on how to get ‘jacked’ in no time,” I sarcastically air-quoted. Sam laughed.

“Oh Josh, bless his meathead soul,” Sam shook his head in feigned sympathy, the corners of his mouth turned up as his eyes shone playfully.

Josh always meant well, but he had a big ego, and we never let him live down last summer when he came back from a six-week volleyball camp and tried to explain to us how we too could get jacked in two months. 

My mom, back from filling my car with what I assumed was her liberal interpretation of “the essentials,” fluttered around us making sure we both had everything packed. “Swimsuits?” Check. “Cash?” Check. “Socks, underwear, towels?” Check, check, and check. 

“I put the coolers of food in the trunk!” She called as we carried our bags down to my trusty old Mazda. 

“You mean the amount of food that could feed the Packers’ offensive line for three months? Yes, mom.” I chuckled back. She really overdid it. There were six packs of hotdogs, three lbs of ground beef, a small mountain of hot dog and hamburger buns, several bags of chips and other salty snacks, two 24-packs of chocolate chip cookies, 12 PB&J sandwiches ‘for the road’ (it was a 2-hour drive), along with a family size jar of peanut butter, a giant bag of granola, a king size carton of candy bars, a family pack of Oreos, three bags of marshmallows, two boxes of graham crackers, a Costco-sized thing of Gatorades, and eight two-liters of soda. 

“Well, I don’t know! You eat alot! And your friends eat alot. Not you, Sam, but Kyle and Josh do!” I rolled my eyes. I really hadn’t been eating a lot since swim season ended, because when I wasn’t training but still eating like my leg was hollow, I’d pudge up a few lbs pretty quickly. I liked my abs, and wanted them for college, so no – I wasn’t planning on eating that much food. She had a point though. Josh and Kyle did eat alot.

Sam chirped in, “Thanks Mrs. K! Plus, it will be good to have extra in case we run into any laaaaadies.” He drew out the ladies part as he shimmied his shoulders at me. I rolled my eyes even harder. 

“Okay Sam, what kind of girl would even put a dent in that much food?” I motioned to the cornucopia of coolers and grocery bags basically spilling out of my car.

“Who said it’d only be one,” he winked. I couldn’t help but laugh at that. Sam was little, but he could ham it up bigger than anyone I knew. 

“Drive safe! Don’t speed,” My mom said as she kissed me on the forehead.

It was Sam’s turn to roll his eyes. “Mrs. K, do you know how aggravatingly slow your son drives?” I punched his arm and he let out a fake whimper.

My mom moved to kiss Sam on the forehead, which he happily accepted, clutching his heart dramatically. “Hush you. Have fun boys!”

And with that, we climbed in the car and drove off, heading for Kyle’s house. 

...

Kyle had been away for the summer at his dad’s house in Kansas City, and his annoyingly scarce use of social media made it impossible for me to keep in touch with him. A sporadic text between work shifts or a call here or there was really all we’d done this summer, and even then it was mostly to discuss the newest music we’d been listening to. Kyle and I loved curating music playlists, and our evolving tastes in music were often a bonding point for us. Kyle was my first friend in middle school, as I was new to the school district and he was in all of my seventh grade classes. We quickly bonded over our shared interest in talking shit about our teachers and rolling our eyes the “popular” girls behind their backs, and soon became close friends outside of school as well. 

Kyle was really easygoing, and was always quick with a one liner or funny observation. I liked hanging out with him, because when we were doing something he was into, he took the lead. That was a welcome change for me sometimes, as usually I feel the need to plan everything out and make sure everyone is happy at all times. Kyle didn’t play sports but was always fairly active, so we would often go on bike rides around town or kayak at the nearby state park. He went to the gym a decent bit, but compared to even most serious athletes, he could mindlessly put away ridiculous swaths of food with little effect. Anytime him, Josh, and I had a sleepover in middle school and into high school, he’d almost singlehandedly clean out whoevers house’s pantry before we were even halfway through an all-nighter of video games and movies. His metabolism had to have been the hardest working one on earth, because the kid just ate non-stop. Though he was never what you would call skinny, he never was really big enough to make fun of, or even notice when he had a shirt on. He always had a small layer of chub, especially around his bellybutton and lovehandles, but he certainly wasn’t fat. And the way he ate, he should have been.

Kyle wore artsy t-shirts and hats alot, and his wayfarer glasses framed his face well. He had light, dusty brown hair that wisped down his forehead and framed a very midwestern, salt-of-the-earth set of cheekbones and jawline. His thin lips and broad chin sat below a symmetrical, average-sized nose and intelligent blue eyes. He was understatedly handsome, in the way you would associate with the lead character in an indie move. At the end of high school, his 5′11, 200 lb frame was stockier than it’d ever been for sure, but sturdy and strong too as he started to take the gym more seriously. Growing up, I always relished in seeing his few chub rolls and slight love handles when he would remove his shirt, but those were rare times. He was really only shirtless at the pool, or when we gamed late at night at Josh’s house in his cramped and stuffy basement. It was enough flab to pique my fancy, but never enough to make me see him in too much of a sexual light. He was always, in my mind, squarely my friend. Admittedly, I did sometimes wonder how he’d look if his metabolism ever called it quits and the pounds poured onto that sturdy, rugby-player frame.

I didn’t have to wonder long. As Sam and I pulled into Kyle’s townhome complex, I saw him bound down his front steps in some tight forest green khaki shorts and an even tighter Obey tee. Kyle didn’t wear tight clothes normally, so it took me a few seconds to even comprehend that it was him.

“Man, I’ve always heard Kansas City barbecue is good, but I guess there’s the proof,” Sam said in awe, chuckling dryly as I pulled my car into the parking spot at the front of Kyle’s place. 

“Hush,” I almost whispered, not being able to say much else. I was dumbfounded at the change heading down the steps in front of me. Kyle was big. Yes, it seemed like he had put on a bit more upper body muscle, but that was the least noticeable part of his transformation. His thick, fleshy thighs filled out his shorts completely, sending them in slow swaying jiggles as they moved, his meaty ass pushing the waistband of his shorts down to reveal his plaid boxers. Thick arms filled out the sleeves of his tee, his sizable muscles covered in a generous layer of soft flesh as he carried the duffel with his left arm. Where his arms met his torso, the beginnings of moobs strained against the fabric of his shirt, bridled but still visible as they bounced in cadence. The most impressive of all was his stomach, which billowed out and down from well beyond his moobs. The lower you looked, the bigger the belly swelled, and the bottom of the jiggly gut flashed from under his shirt with each step down the stairs. Kyle nodded his head upwards with a smile to acknowledge us, his face relatively unchanged except for a slight patch of extra padding under his chin. It was abundantly clear that Kyle had finally eaten himself past his metabolism’s breaking point this summer. At first glance I estimated that he had gained at least 35 lbs in the three months he’d been gone, maybe more. 

“Hey big guy!” Sam was out of the car quickly and collided with Kyle in his trademark embrace, causing Kyle to drop his duffel on the ground with an oof. Sam looked more dwarfed than usual in the shadow of the pudgier new Kyle, his torso nearly disappearing as Kyle’s large arms wrapped back hesitantly. Sam was on his tiptoes, so despite the baggy shorts, his ass cheeks pressed out proudly from the fabric like two wrestling cantaloupes. They wiggled ever so slightly as he continually adjusted the weight on his feet to his toes. Finally released from Kyle’s meaty arms, he playfully poked a finger into the side of Kyle’s gut that had just nearly swallowed him. I silently cringed, not wanting him to draw too much attention to the fact that Kyle had packed on some serious weight. 

“Ha, yeah, I’ve been hitting the gym with my dad this summer - in the middle of a bulk,” he smiled, a hint of pride in his voice. He was never one to care about his body much, so it seemed like such a foreign concept for Kyle to be “bulking” for a specific purpose.

"You look like you could lift a house!” Sam said, punching Kyle on the arm. Kyle smiled sheepishly and let out a light chuckle. I was glad glad he left it at that, as the last thing my slowly engorging dick wanted was for Kyle to be self-conscious about his body this weekend.

“Good to see you man,” I ambled up to him and opted for a more reserved bro hug. Even still, just a lightly pressing against him made his stomach give way much more considerably than I’d have thought. Up close, his body seemed even flabbier than it did from the car. My cock stirred ever so slightly at the sight of his now unmistakable gut.

I zoned out a bit as I climbed into the driver seat while Kyle and Sam chatted, catching up as they stood near the car. I became entranced by Kyle’s shirt riding further up his round, flabby belly, until eventually I could make out the bottom edge of a cavernous belly button. I realized that while I had zoned out, Sam had pulled a thing of Gatorades out from my hatchback, as well as one of the grocery bags that contained the PB&Js, along with a carton of the cookies and two bags of chips. He and Kyle were both chugging a Gatorade and fishing sandwiches from the grocery bag.

I noted a considerable dip in my shock absorbers as Kyle finally plopped into the front seat, drink in one hand and sandwich in the other. His belly rested heavily on the upper part of his quads as his fat rolls strained the fabric of his shirt. I shifted in my seat to hide my growing boner as I backed out of the parking space,

“Enjoy the front seat for 3 minutes,” Sam said to Kyle. “As if Josh is going to let our short asses up there to DJ.” 

He wasn’t wrong. Josh was notorious for playing the “I’m tall” card and claiming the front seat, but Kyle relished the opportunity to play his newest playlist through the aux cord on the way to Josh’s house as we talked about what he was doing up in Kansas City.

“Mostly I just went to the gym in the morning with my dad and then explored the city. I tried all the barbecue I could,” Kyle said. “It was awesome.” I could feel Sam’s knowing smirk from the seat behind me. “So glad my dad moved there, it is way nicer hanging out there than starving out in California with his fitness-freak ex. But damn if it isn’t hot as hell in the summer. Thank God for air conditioning and Call of Duty...” 

I immediately imagined the daily ritual Kyle employed during his time in Kansas City. Wake up, eat his typical four or five bowls of cereal and a muffin or two, go to the gym, venture out for barbecue, get home, peel off shirt (maybe even his pants, I thought, penis hardening even more at the mental visual) and snack non-stop while playing video games and downing sugary drinks. I thought about what I’d give to be a fly on the wall, watching day by day as Kyle grew stronger and fatter, smooth moobs and belly jiggling away as he mashed controller buttons and shoved processed food in his mouth.

I felt my cock start to stiffen impossibly more hard as I drove, as I stole glances at his smooth, jiggling stomach, which was now peeking out from below his t-shirt. He guzzled his Gatorade and munched away on his PB&J, and they were both gone before I had even gotten to the end of his street. I was kind of freaking out - I’d never been this aroused by Kyle, but weight gain was a huge turn-on for me, and it looked great on him. I could hear him conversing with Sam in the background of my lustful thoughts, and I started to feel guilty for tuning him out again as we were trying to catch up. I shifted in my seat again to try and covertly hide my now-raging boner as I snapped out of it just in time. 

“Yo Micah, have you heard of ‘Young the Giant?’” 

“Actually I have! But I haven’t gotten around to listening to them yet!” I enthused, shaking the lust off for the second time today. Kyle cranked up the volume as the sounds of alt-rock filled the car, and we turned on to Josh’s street.

...

There was weird history between Josh and I. He and Kyle were elementary school best friends, and I was quickly a welcome addition to slumber parties and hangouts once I’d made friends with Kyle in seventh grade. Soon, Josh and I had bonded over our love for sports, our tv-show preferences, and our shared interest in talking about sex. He was always taller than most of our classmates, with dark buzzed hair, a killer jawline, and plush, masculine lips. He had a ruggedly handsome face, yet his features were mostly soft. His eyes were intense and full of emotion; He could make you feel on top of the world or totally disarmed with just a glance. As puberty did wonders for him and stalled for me freshman year, a mix of jealousy and attraction for him washed over and confused me.

Thus, he was a large part of my sexual awakening that year. He dated my childhood best friend, Paisley, from the beginning of freshman year through a decent chunk of sophomore year. Because I was close friends with both of them, I got to hear details from both sides: when they’d had their first kiss, first make-out, second base, and so on. What really piqued my interest was when they started messing around together. I got to hear Josh talk about how great a hand-job felt, and Paisley talk about how long and thick Josh’s dick was.

From then on, I was obsessed with his dick and finding out just how big it really was, even convincing her to measure it the next time she serviced him. I pretended that I didn’t believe that it was really ‘all that big’. So one day, she actually measured. Over 7″ she said, and she couldn’t fit it in her mouth without scraping her teeth on it. Unfathomable to freshman year me, as at that point I was only packing 4″ and I knew that anyone could fit mine in their mouth with ease. I became more and more enamored with the thought of it, as a side effect really, because I eventually realized that I was head over heels in love with Josh. 

I constantly tried to see it in person freshman year. At the gym when we’d work out, I’d say things like “we smell, lets shower before we go home.” When I slept over, he would shower and I’d pretend to be asleep so that he would change in the room without worrying about me seeing him, and I could steal a few quick glances at it. Eventually he started to pick up on the attention I gave him, and began reciprocating. When it was just the two of us at sleepovers, he would have me lay on his lap while we played video games. In front of Paisley, he would tease her by having me sit on his lap or big spooning me on the couch. Eventually, it just became a ritual to sleep in the same bed, cuddling and sharing warmth. I loved being held by someone taller and stronger than me. I loved his smell. I loved feeling the rise and fall of his breath. And I wanted more.

Paisley and I had kissed in the school play in eighth grade, and one day late freshman year, she teased Josh that I was the better kisser. This drove him mad enough to kinda-joke, kinda-argue with me about who really was the best kisser, which culminated one night at a sleepover. We thought Kyle was asleep by then, so I felt a little ballsy and said “well I guess there’s only one way to find out.” We leaned closer together, and Josh’s hand grabbed the back of my head and started to bring our faces nearer. I felt the warm air of his breath as our lips began to close the distance and our faces got mere inches apart. I remember his eyes looked at me in a way that caught me by surprise. He looked at me as if he wanted me, and I was sure he knew as I locked eyes with him, that I wanted him too.

A groggy Kyle, without even looking up, mumbled “If you guys kiss I’m leaving.” That was enough to break the tension of the moment. We all laughed it off, but deep down it felt like a blown opportunity, and I then longed for that kiss that never came. 

Sophomore year I did get my other wish. He and Paisley broke up, and word spread around the school that he had an especially large member. He made the varsity volleyball team, impressive for a sophomore, and started going to the gym with his volleyball friends more often. We still worked out together when I went, but he was going twice as much as I was due to my 2-a-day swim practices prohibiting when I actually had the time. The rumors, his varsity status, and his swiftly muscling physique swelled his head quite a bit, and at large sleepovers which we now referred to as “parties”, he always made things a bit rowdy. He would joke in front of the group by randomly threading his flaccid dick through the hole in his flannel pajama pants, waiting for someone to notice it. When it finally got noticed, the room would explode in laughter. I remember the first time I saw it. He popped it out while standing up after winning a match of Fifa, and swung it like an elephant trunk by shaking his hips. This caused an eruption of laughter from the mix of volleyball guys and other friends at the party. I quietly left for the bathroom to rub one out. His dick was as big soft as mine was hard.

Soon Josh and I had left the cuddling sessions behind, and our friendship went back to a more “normal” one. We still had fun together, talked sports and girls and movies. I even got to see his dick a few more times when we would swim together at the high school pool. I was teaching him the more advanced strokes that he wanted to learn for his rotc training. But it was always soft, and he never kept it out longer than he had to. 

All this to say, I was pretty much past my puppy dog love for Josh by the time we graduated. He was still undeniably attractive, and he seemed to perpetually put on muscle, so he still occasionally entered my lustful thoughts as I’d lay in my bed at night jacking off. By graduation he was probably 6′3″, and about 215 lbs. His handsome face had become more chiseled and strapping as he got older. He had left straight from graduation to vacation with his family at the shore, and then headed off to a two-month volleyball camp at his future alma mater upstate. So like Kyle, I hadn’t seen him since May.

Let’s just say that Kyle wasn’t the only one who transformed over the summer. 

“Oh what the fuck, that’s not even fair,” Sam complained from the back seat as we pulled into Josh’s driveway and saw him waving at my Mazda from his front porch. 

As I put the car in park, Josh locked his parent’s front door and swung his hefty duffel over his shoulder with ease. He looked like he was an inch or two taller, but more notably was the sheer amount of muscle that he’d impossibly packed on in the past 3 months. His shoulders were the size of melons, his biceps looked like they were seconds away from popping, and his pecs almost needed a bra as they bounced in his flattering grey tank top. He’d cut the undersides of the tank’s armholes to let his riplping lats breathe out from the sides. His narrow waist connected to a well-muscled ass, which was hugged attractively by a tight pair of athletic shorts. A ridiculously big crotch bulge bounced between his thighs as the tight athletic shorts hugged the upper part of his quadriceps, revealing tree trunk legs and bulging calves. Sam’s jealousy wasn’t misplaced – Josh looked cut out of a magazine.

Josh’s size 14 sandals clapped against the ground as he bellowed, “who’s ready to get wehhh-ehhht!” He was in a chipper mood. I liked him most when he was like this, jovial and positive. His eyes were beaming; it was a dorky type of joy he rarely let people see anymore. I couldn’t help but smile as I climbed out of the Mazda. He pulled me tightly into a crushing hug, muscles rippling, lifting me off the ground as I mashed against his boulders-for-pecs. It was a genuine hug, but I almost felt he did it to force me to take notice of just how strong he had gotten. 

“How are you, Lank?” Fuck, I hated his favorite pet-name for me, but it felt kind of good to feel like he was kidding around with me in such a happy way. There was sometimes an intangible distance to our friendship now, as if we both feel guilty about what transpired when we were younger. I was glad to avoid those eggshells for the time being. 

“I’d be alot better if I could breathe, you giant ape,” I shot back, punishing him for using the lank word. A stupid grin plastered itself on my face. He smiled back, setting me back down to earth as our eyes locked, and I could see the happy glow falter in his irises for a millisecond. “I missed you man,” I said, surprising myself with how much I meant it.

“I missed you too, M,” he spoke quietly, in a gentle, blissful voice that he really only used to use in early high school when it was just the two of us together. It caught me off guard for a half-second before I was able to smile and clasp my hand on his shoulder. Maybe this weekend will be a fresh start for us, I thought to myself.

Sam waited patiently for his turn to maul Josh in his trademark little-guy-bear-hug, and looked his muscular body up and down as I stepped back from the encounter. 

“Hulk hug?” He joked, trying his best to wrap his arms around Josh’s broad, solid thorax.

Josh lifted him up and slung him over his shoulder with a single motion, which put Sam’s shorts-straining ass on full display. Josh swung him from side to side, his ass cheeks swaying in the air like two bouncy orbs. Sam’s shirt rode up during the antics, and I took notice for the first time a small but definite pudginess to the south of Sam’s belly button. I put two and two together, realizing Sam had probably put on a few lbs since the beginning of the summer, and I filed it away as something to watch for later that day. Josh finally released Sam from his shoulder by placing his hand directly onto the jostling globes of Sam’s bubble butt, and guided him off of his body and back to the ground.

Sam slapped his back. “You look great man,” he said in a more serious tone, giving Josh the genuine compliment I’m sure he wanted to hear. 

“Thanks man,” Josh said, much more humbly than I’d have thought he would respond. “They really put me through hell up there.”

Just then, I realized Kyle had still not exited the car, and I spun around to see what the hold up has been. I noticed him polishing off a second PB&J, as he reached for a third, tearing it from its Ziploc. Finally, he shoved the door open with his free hand. He took a bite of sandwich as he hoisted himself out of the car, and the shock absorbers breathed a sigh of relief as he stood. His shirt, earlier able to fully cover his gut when standing, now gave way to expose two inches of soft belly flesh on the verge of overhang. The shirt must’ve stopped doing its job somewhere between Kyle’s house, and the two gatorades + two and a half PB&Js that he had inhaled on the way here. 

I noticed Josh notice Kyle from across the driveway, and saw the slightest evil smile flash across his face before a much tamer expression replaced it. Teasingly, he called out across the driveway, “Perma-bulk!”

I got the vibe that Josh was already aware that Kyle had been trying his hand at putting on muscle this summer. Though I’m sure when he had explained to Kyle that bulking takes a concerted effort to eat more food, he underestimated the willpower to eat that Kyle was capable of.

Kyle was slightly indignant but smiled back. “This is nothing! My dad puts on at least 30 lbs before he cuts!”

I cocked an eyebrow and glanced over at Sam. In a look we both silently share our questioning of Kyle’s weight logic. He’s had to have gained 30 lbs at least during the summer, I telepathically communicated to Sam with a look. He seemed to have correctly translated my facial expression as he mirrors it back my way.

Again, though, instead of taking it further or piling on, Josh retreated as Sam did earlier. “You look solid, man. I bet you could take me in an arm wrestle.” 

Kyle took the last bite of his second sandwich and pulled Josh into a tight bro-hug. With a mouthful of PB&J, he responded, “Bet.”

I felt my cock dance in my pants as I watched my two fantasies hugging in the driveway- a tall, hung, muscular stud and a soft, fattening hunk. Kyle’s soft, doughy moobs pressed into Josh’s hard, boulder-like pecs. His big jiggly stomach smashed into the side of Josh’s solid, washboard set of abs. Kyle’s belly rested so low and poked out so far that as they hugged, it noticeably shifted Josh’s bulge. I could make out the outline of Josh’s egg-sized balls, displaced by Kyle’s nearly-overhanging gut. I adjusted my cock in my pants to hide my growing erection, and noticed Sam turning towards the car. “Lets go get wet, bitches.”

I scurried back to the drivers seat, mainly to watch both Josh and Kyle jiggling as they walked towards the car. Josh’s pecs and bulge bounced as he walked towards the passenger side, while Kyle’s gut and widening love handles jiggled as he looped around the car. He grabbed another Gatorade and a bag of chips from the backseat. Josh had nestled his firm muscled ass into shotgun, and his thick, tree-trunk thighs pushed his oversized bulge into view. He looked up towards my face, and I quickly diverted my gaze to the back, catching Kyle’s belly shake as he tore open the chip bag, sending the scent of barbecue flavor emanating through the car. 

“You guys have everything you need back there?” I asked as an excuse to watch Kyle shoveling a fistful of chips into his mouth. 

“Myupf,” he says back through a mouthful of chips.

I turned my head back toward the dash and nearly bump my face into Josh’s, who was careening his head around to look at Kyle. “Give me some, I’m staving!” He demanded.

“It is 8:30 in the morning,” Sam observed from next to Kyle, incredulously. Again I shot him a quick glance as Kyle handed over the chip bag to Josh and reached into the grocery bag for a fourth PB&J.

“There’s PB&Js?!” Josh asked excitedly.

“Courtesy of Momma K,” I reply. “She packed 12 for the road, so dig in.” I noticed in the rearview Kyle’s face register that his current sandwich was one over the fair limit for each of us, so I quickly add, “I ate breakfast so I’ll probably only have one, if that.” This seemed to placate Kyle as he happily munched down on the last of sandwich number four.

“Same,” Sam echoed. “Well, actually, I’ll probably have a second.” I heard him reach down into the bag to fish out another PB&J. This surprised me, because it was before 9am and Sam had eaten breakfast and a PB&J already, and was reaching for a second one. My cock basically whimpered as it throbbed hard in my pants for the fifth time in a few hours. I imagined the extra calories going straight to Sam’s bubble butt, causing it to grow bigger and plumper. I fantasized about how much rounder, bouncier and fatter his ass would begin to look if he gained even just 10 lbs.

I smiled then, remembering what else was below the sandwiches in the grocery bag. “I think there are some Wegman’s chocolate chip cookies too.”

Josh’s hips twisted toward me as his head turned towards the back, immediately rummaging through the bag to find the carton of cookies. This gave me a wonderful side view of his athletic shorts pulled taut by powerful legs, a meaty ass, and a tremendous dick bulge. He pulled the cookies out victoriously, took three for himself, and passed them around to Kyle and Sam. By the time they got back to Josh, more than half of the 24 pack of cookies was gone. He offered the package to me as I drove, and I pulled one from the carton. One can’t hurt, I thought, glancing in my rearview to see Sam double fisting two cookies in each hand, and Kyle balancing a stack of eight cookies on his meaty thigh.

The sounds of munching and alternative music filled the car as I drove. I was stealing glances at Josh, now on his third PB&J and midway through the bag of chips, his bulging muscly body filling out the passenger seat, and his hefty bulge – could it have gotten bigger? – bouncing in between his thighs with each bump in the road. I glanced again at Kyle through my rearview, his belly looking even more tremendous and starting to grow rounder. He polished off the final cookie in his stack and reached into the carton for more, obviously forgetting that the eight he already had were more than his fair share. I noticed he had unbuttoned his shorts, and the exposed sag of belly below his belly button now escaped his shirt even when sitting down.

I caught sight of Sam, hand absentmindedly playing with the crotch of his athletic shorts, go for the final PB&J in the bag. On top of all of these wonderful visuals, the thought of his bubble butt growing in size and tearing through the seat of his underwear got me even hornier. My cock pulsed through my pants even more, the sexiness of each of my best friends becoming more apparent as we drove. I felt the beginnings of precum ooze into my boxer briefs. This was going to be a better trip than I bargained for.

…

[golfruso]

The Ultimate Guide to Boys' Golf Equipment

Introduction

Golf is an exciting sport for young players. It teaches patience, focus, and skill. Having the right boys' golf equipment makes a big difference. Whether your child is a beginner or an advanced junior golfer, selecting the right gear is essential. From junior golf clubs to golf clothing, every piece of equipment impacts performance.

This guide will help parents and young golfers choose the best golf club set, golf accessories, and more.

Choosing the Right Junior Golf Clubs

A good set of junior golf clubs helps young golfers develop confidence and technique. These clubs are designed for smaller hands and lighter swings. Look for childrens golf clubs with the right length and flex.

Key clubs in a junior golf set:

Golf driver: Helps with long-distance shots.

Fairway wood: Ideal for second shots on long holes.

Hybrid golf clubs: A mix of iron and wood for versatility.

Golf irons: Used for approach shots.

Golf wedges: Help with short shots and bunkers.

Golf putter: Crucial for precision on the green.

Some trusted brands for junior golf clubs include Cleveland junior golf clubs, Ram Golf, and junior sets from other reputable manufacturers.

Essential Golf Accessories for Junior Players

Apart from clubs, boys need boys golf equipment, young golfers need the right golf accessories. These items improve their game and make playing more enjoyable.

Must-have accessories:

Golf bag: A junior golf bag or golf stand bag keeps clubs organised.

Golf gloves: Provide a better grip and prevent blisters.

Golf balls: Lightweight kids golf balls suit younger players.

Golf club grips: Improve control and comfort.

Golf towels: Help keep clubs clean during play.

Golf trolleys: Electric golf trolleys are great for long courses.

Golf Clothing for Young Golfers

Comfort is key when playing golf. Golf clothing for juniors should be breathable and flexible.

Important items:

Golf shoes: Provide grip and stability on the course.

Polo shirts and trousers: Comfortable and stylish for all weather conditions.

Caps and visors: Protect from the sun.

Benefits of Golf for Kids

Golf offers more than just a fun experience. It builds discipline and social skills. Many budding golfers find joy in improving their game. Playing on a golf course teaches strategy, patience, and respect for others.

Junior golfers can join clubs and tournaments. This helps them grow as players and develop lifelong friendships.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

1. What is the best golf club set for junior golfers?

A good junior golf set includes a driver, fairway wood, hybrid, irons, wedges, and a putter. Brands like Cleveland junior golf clubs and Ram Golf are excellent choices.

2. What size golf clubs should I buy for my child?

Choose childrens golf clubs based on height and age. Many brands offer size charts to help pick the right length and flex.

3. What golf accessories do junior players need?

Essential golf accessories include a golf bag, golf gloves, golf balls, golf towels, and golf club grips.

4. Are electric golf trolleys suitable for young golfers?

Yes, electric golf trolleys can help junior players transport their clubs easily, reducing fatigue.

5. Why is golf beneficial for kids?

Golf improves focus, patience, and social skills. Playing on a golf course helps junior golfers develop discipline and confidence.

Conclusion

Finding the right boys' golf equipment is essential for any young player. From golf club sets to golf accessories, each item supports a junior golfer’s progress. Investing in quality junior golf equipment ensures a great start to a lifetime of golfing success. Whether choosing Cleveland junior golf clubs, golf chippers, or junior wedges, every piece matters. Equip your child with the best gear and watch them thrive on the green!

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