Wedding Heat: Hole In One (MMM) Read Free Page A

because…
     
    Gross!
     
    The recollection of walking
in on his parents streaked through his mind and he winced. It hurt,
actually hurt , to
think about his mom and dad doing the nasty. Joey stopped in his
tracks, realizing his erection had gone into hiding. “Thank god,”
he sighed, following Greg all the way to the golf pro
shop.
     
    They’d missed the boat, which pleased Joey,
but he wasn’t off the hook just yet.
     
    “You said you don’t know how to play,” Greg
said, making eye contact with Remi, the dude wearing a resort
uniform. “So how ‘bout I teach you?”
     
    “Oh, I can give you boys a lesson,” the
resort guy said, selecting a few golf clubs and leading them out of
the cabin. “That’s my job. I’m the resident golf instructor here at
Windhamwood Resort.”
     
    Remi smiled proudly, but Greg glowered. That
reaction embarrassed Joey because he knew what was coming.
     
    “Well, Remi,” Greg sniped. “Thanks, but the
last thing I need is some buff Tiger Woods honing in on my
territory.”
     
    Poor Remi furrowed his brow, looking
confused as hell. It must have then dawned on him that Greg was
jealous, because he smiled kindly and nodded his head. “No problem.
I read you loud and clear.” Remi glanced out at the driving range
and shrugged. “But, hey, do you mind if I hit a few balls with you
boys? I’ve got a bit of down time right now.”
     
    “Yeah, of course!” Joey said a little too
enthusiastically, trying to compensate for Greg’s bitchiness.
     
    Bad idea.
     
    Snapping a club out of Remi’s grip, Greg
shoved it into Joey’s hands and jostled him over to a patch of fake
grass. Joey didn’t object, even though he thought Greg was being
really rude to the instructor. How could he possibly object to
being manhandled by the guy whose mouth he craved like a drug?
     
    Joey looked out across a patch of clearing
as Greg grabbed a bucket of balls and set one of those little white
spheres in front of him. In no time, Greg was cradling him from
behind, even though Joey’s body was larger. Size didn’t matter. His
legs started shaking when he felt Greg’s hard dick pelting his ass.
He almost lost his balance, and had to press his club into the fake
grass to keep steady.
     
    “Actually, your grip… it’s not… here, let me
show you.” Remi came close, trapping Joey between himself and Greg.
When his large hands met Joey’s, the spark was undeniable. “Left
above right. Hook your index finger around your pinky. That’s
it—firm but tender.”
     
    Joey swallowed hard, but his words came out
in girlish squeals. “Firm but tender.”
     
    “Firm,” Greg growled, lodging his erection
between Joey’s ass cheeks and the gliding it slowly in the crevice.
“But tender.”
     
    When Remi adjusted his
grip, Joey whimpered like a puppy. This was too much! Greg had his
boyish charm, but Remi was a man, a full-grown, hairy-armed, muscular man. Now he
had one hard dick trying to slice open his khakis while Macho-Macho
Man wrapped both hands around his relatively scrawny
wrists.
     
    “Good, that’s perfect.” Remi’s face was so
close Joey could smell the cool mint of his breath with every word.
Oh god, now Remi’s hands were on Joey’s hips, patting him down
while Greg wriggled peevishly. “Now align your feet with your
shoulders. That’s good. Keep steady.”
     
    Steady? Joey’s knees had turned to Jell-o the moment Greg’s erection
pummelled his ass. Still, he mumbled, “Okay,” and tried not to keel
over.
     
    “Get outta the way, Remi!” Greg tightened
his grip on Joey’s arms. “I’m gonna teach this boy a thing or two.
Joey, keep your left arm straight and your right arm slightly bent
as you start your swing.”
     
    Remi had barely jumped out of the club’s
path before Greg was forcing Joey to swing.
     
    “Left arm straight,” Remi instructed,
watching intently.
     
    “Yeah, I already said that!” Greg hollered.
He was too short to see over Joey’s