Artie 01 - Sex Stories

Artie 01

Artie 01

So, you know me, right? I mean, I was the queer one who ate and sat alone at the lunch table, but you respected me because for some unknown reason, I've always had a mean sidearm throw that really brought the heat. I mean, to the others, it meant a pretty sure thing going into the end of the game, but to me, it was just something that my arm and eyes did without a lot of training.

Also, if you've ever let your eyes track a good sidearm throw, it starts low, takes an upward arch and then zings back down, much like the shape of a shapely woman lying on her side while reading a book at the beach. It's a wonderful thing and even though I never asked to have such an ability or that type of body, it officially tagged me as a jock in school.

And jock is not plural. Don't put a baseball bat or a football in my hands because that image would look more like Mr. Williams from the Tech class and even if you try to bang me on our first date, I wouldn't be so mad at you to put that image in your head [ooh, shakes head violently].

And speaking of first dates, here's what had happened in that department. Not much since this guy, Barry, asked me to be the jock that I am once and side caddy for him during the school circuit golf games because anybody can pull a wheeled golf club bag without creating the image of a naked human being, but while wearing Denim shorts, right?

Oh, and not to change the subject, but, ahem, I don't know where my legs came from either, but I'm ...

... keeping them.

Anyways, so, back to what had happened then. Before Barry asked me to side caddy for me, I mean, I joined the club and not the golf club, club. I joined the posting selfies club and I suppose it's not breaking news that sometimes selfies wander down the risqué avenue before too long, so, I started to receive phone calls and text messages and those sneaky behind the scenes date offers, um, suggestions maybe, right?

But I knew better than to fall for most of those tricks, but I must say, I mean, before too long, I mean, my text message screen actually had a list of text strings and that, wait, um, wait, and then my text message screen on my phone actually had a string of shared texts on it!

So, one exclamation point later, I thought that a day on the golf course might lead to actual face to face conversations and I was so ready for that, especially if there was casual in-person flirting because I was so ready for that too, but then it happened, the cheating incident.

Now, I don't know jack jock about the rules of golf, but apparently, the other people, um, golfers and spectators are not allowed to side kick a fallen golf ball and when Barry's partner, Nate, started to throw an even bigger hissy fit that I've ever thrown before about how two of the competitors were laughing and acting like they were going to kick his ball, I mean, it's not my fault that they put that side saddle pocket on the golf bag for extra balls, right?

I mean, one moment there ...