{"sf1_id":57874,"sf2_id":"XnrV7jrn","title":"Love on the fairways","author":"Thaell Silverwing","words":2625,"posted_at":"2008-08-08T09:50:00.000Z","tags":["Fox","Gay","Husky","M/M"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/57874-love-on-the-fairways","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrV7jrn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=57874\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of Love on the fairways","content":"Love on the Fairways  \n  \n\\*disclaimer\\* This story contains m/m scenes. And golf. Do not read if you don't like either or are underage etc.  \nOtherwise, enjoy ^^  \n  \nThe Meet  \n  \n  \nStuart Lockshaw was your average 20 year old fox. Stuart was six foot one, with soft and luxurious fur  \nthat was fire orange all over save for the black paw pads and ear tips and the white chest fur that went  \nway down to the tip of his tail. But, unlike your average 20 year old fox, he was gay. And closeted.  \n  \n  \nStuart, by profession, was a golfer. He had tried and failed as a playing amateur, so turned  \npro to teach. He was in his final year as a PGA apprenticeship under a horse nick-named Black Bob.  \nHe had the darkest fur colour possible, but a heart of gold.  \n  \nThey both operated a driving range and nine-hole course just outside of London, on the M25. This guaranteed plenty of business - they were situated in the middle of everywhere - and they were the best range for 50 miles.  \n  \n  \nLike all weekends, Stuart had to get up at 530 to sort his fur out so he was presentable for seven when  \nthe range opened. He didn't mind getting up that early, he never went out - it wasn't that he was a  \nloaner, he had plenty of friends, but he didn't have any particular desire to drink, and he was afraid  \nsomeone might notice him eyeing the guys up. He'd been caught in the showers at the range after a  \nround before, but that was easily covered. Out in the bars, that was a different matter.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; This weekend was like no other in summertime England; warm, wet and breezy. Stuart opened the  \nshop at seven - and waited. After half an hour, he had dusted all the clubs, and had everything  \npresentable, just in case a customer actually turned up. At this point, he turned Virgin radio on, and  \nstarted to putt back and forth. Halfway through a new release from the Hoosiers the first customer  \nwalked in.  \n  \nStuart looked up and started to stare. I through the door had just walked the cutest husky he had ever  \nseen - he was tall, with pure white chest fur that melted into the grey fur that covered the rest of his  \nbody  \n  \nStuart kicked the balls behind the desk and rested the putter on the wall and said \"Can I help you sir?\"  \n\"Yes please, I'm looking for some lessons\"  \nStuarts heart skipped a beat - He's gorgeous, and he sounds heavenly he thought. He actually  \nsaid \"OK, hi, my names Stuart\" extending his paw  \n\"Hi, I'm Craig\" taking the offered paw  \nAnd he has soft hands! thought Stuart. \"Have you played any golf before, or are you a complete  \nbeginner?\" asked Stuart.  \nCraig scratched behind his ear \"I've mucked around a bit on the driving range, but I've not done anything  \nbeyond that\"  \n\"Ok' said Stuart \"well, when did you want to book a lesson for?\"  \n\"Have you got anything around four this afternoon?\"  \n\"Dead on four?'  \n\"Perfect. Can I hire clubs, or do I need to buy some?\"  \n\"No, we can lend you some. And we have changing facilities as well\" Stuart said, noting the business  \nsuit that Craig was in.  \n\"Ok, thanks. I'll see you at four.\"  \n\"Yep. See you later.\"  \nBoth went their separate ways with one thought - 'He's dreamy!'  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nLater that day...  \n  \n  \nStuart and his three o'clock lesson walked into the lobby. \"Right then, Mrs. Jamieson, you know what  \nyou've got to work for next lesson?\"  \n\"Yes, not too much knee flex in the set up, and keep my arms nice and wide\" the otter gave a  \ndemonstration as well  \nStuart smiled \"Yes, that's it. Spot on. See you next week. Bye\"  \n\"Bye\"  \nStuart looked at his watch. 'Fifteen minutes. He should be here soon' thought Stuart, as his stomach  \ngrowled; reminding him that he had yet to eat lunch. 'I'll eat after the lesson.'  \n\\*ding ding\\*  \nStuart turned to see Craig standing there, in a black, snug fitting polo shirt and a pair of tight, white  \nshorts that contrasted perfectly with the shirt and his fur tones.  \n\"Hi. Are you ready for the lesson?\"  \n\"Yep. Now you needed a club didn't you? Hmm, here we go that should be about right for you\"  \n\"Thanks\" said Craig, taking the club.  \n\"Now, let's have a look at your swing shall we?\"  \nStuart led Craig outside, vaguely aware of a pair of eyes focusing on his hip movements as he climbed  \nthe steps up to the teaching bays.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nStuart set the balls down and instructed Craig to follow him in a warm up, that, by pure  \ncoincidence allowed Stuart to watch Craig's lithe body, and imagine him writhing around on a bed.  \nAfter the warm-up, Craig was told to hit some balls to loosen up. As he was doing this,  \nStuart watched from a back and front view to determine what faults were in Craig's swing.  \n  \n  \nAfter five minutes, Stuart told Craig to stop.  \n\"Right, we need to start at the beginning. You've got a swing that smacks of being self taught. First  \nthings first - the grip. This is one of the more important aspects of the swing. Yours is far too weak.  \nTake hold of the club. Hold it up. This is where the grip wants to be\"  \nStuart took Craig's paw and rotated it around the shaft, causing a barely audible gasp from  \nCraig. \"Right, hit a few balls with that grip\"  \n\"Right, next is posture. Hand me the club\" Stuart proceeded to hit some balls, eliciting  \nsome oohs and ahhs from Craig. After a minute, Stuart stopped, and said, \"Can you see how my  \nposture is different to yours? We need to straighten out your spine. Set up to the ball. Now, stick  \nyour bum out\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Craig complied, sticking his bum out, posing just a little, to show off his curves and  \ndelighting in the wide-eyed stare Stuart was giving his ass. \"How's that?\"  \nShaken out of his reverie, Stuart stammered \"That's . . . That's fine. But . . .\" Stuart moved in front of  \nCraig and put his paw to Craig's chin and raised it, looking into Craig's hazel eyes for the first time, and  \nfor the first time getting lost in Craig's eyes.  \n  \n\"Is that better?\"  \n  \n\"Yes, that's much better\" Shit, Shit, Shit! How long was I staring at him for? Smooth Stewie, real  \nsmooth. Don't do that again! \"Yeah, that's much better. Try hitting a ball like that.\"  \nFor 10 minutes, all Stuart could do was stare at the ass in front of him. Suddenly, he  \nrealised that he had another lesson in five minutes. \"Um, that's all we can do today. Did you want to  \nbook in for another lesson?\"  \n  \n\"Yes, definitely!\" Craig responded, almost too eagerly. Yeah, great one Craig, don't let him know that  \nyou fancy him too much.  \n\"I've got a playing lesson next week, so after that at four again ok for you?\"  \n\"Yeah, that's fine. Can I finish these off?\"  \n\"Yeah, sure. See ya next week\"  \n\"See ya.\" Duh, thought Craig, he is the hottest guy you've seen ever. Just ask him out. But then, if  \nhe's not gay, you'll have made the biggest prat of yourself ever. Craig blushed as he thought this, he'd  \nnever had a problem with asking a guy out before, or calling a sexuality, so why now?  \n\"Let's see just where this goes\" Craig said to himself \"I can find out next week when I get changed and  \nhe's in the shower\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nShower Time!  \n  \n  \nOn Wednesday, both Stuart and Craig went through their normal days. Craig finished early so he could  \nget to the range and 'practice'.  \nUpon his arrival, he went to the bar and bought a Coke, and sat and watched the ninth hole for  \nStuart. After 10 minutes Stuart appeared round the dogleg with his lesson. Five minutes later Stuart was covering the lesson again so the horse knew what to do when he was out on the course.  \nCraig downed the remainder of his Coke and hot-padded to the showers. He hastily unpacked  \nhis shower kit and dived into a cubicle and turned the water on. And waited. And waited. Crap, he is  \ngoing to shower isn't - Craig's thoughts were interrupted as the changing room door opened, admitting  \nStuart.  \nHmm, someone's having a shower - oh shit! It's Craig! Don't look at his ass Don't look at his ass!  \nPanicked Stuart.  \nBut he couldn't help it - his eyes strayed to the huskies butt, how the fur elegantly changed  \nshade as it flowed down his tender looking thighs, how firm his ass seemed.  \nAt that minute, Craig turned to get his FurClean, and looked at Stuart, who snapped his head  \naway, ears flat in embarrassment. Hah, thought Craig, so he does like me. Well, let's put on a show  \nfor our little fox, thought Craig slyly. Nodding to Stuart in acknowledgment, Craig began to lather the  \nFurClean in his paws, wondering where to start.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nCraig conveniently dropped the bottle of FurClean, which had two effects. One, Stuart  \nlooked up. Two, Craig had to bend over. Keeping his legs as straight as possible, Craig bent over from  \nthe hips, while lifting his tail, just a touch, giving Stuart a view of his ass. Staying bent over, he applied  \njust a drop more FurClean, to the lather in his paws, and began to scrub. He started to massage his  \nleft ankle, still bent over showing his ass to the world and Stuart. He moved a paw up his calf, rubbing  \nalong the inside of his leg, up his fur, taking his time to apply the lather. He swapped hands, rubbing  \ndown the inside of his leg, and up on the outside. He continued up the outside and started to rise out  \nof the exposing position, only to shake his ass and swap legs, massaging his right thigh, going down  \nand up. Then, slowly, making sure he was giving Stuart the best possible view, he rose to a standing  \nposition and started to massage his sheath, keeping his back turned.  \n  \nThis drew an audible gasp from Stuart, which caused Craig to grin with realisation; Stuart was  \ngay, and damn interested! Craig started to move up his body, and stretched back over his shoulders to  \npose for Stuart, arching his back. He withdrew from this position and stretched up as far as he could,  \nmaking his body look like a C to the left by swaying his hips, then he swayed his hips to the right.  \nThis was more than Stuart could take. He started to pant with pure lust for the perfect body  \nperforming for him as his sheath swelled.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Craig stepped back under the water, to let the lather wash off. After five minutes of standing there and  \ngrinning/giggling to himself like an idiot, he turned the water off and reached for a towel. He bent down  \nto retrieve his shampoo/conditioner and turned to his left, to see some blur wiz past him on the other  \nside out of the corner of his eye.  \n  \nCraig smirked as he towelled himself off - Stuart's movements were those of someone who  \nwas incredibly embarrassed; awkward and stiff. He knew what he was going to say later. He dried  \nhimself off and got changed into a tight top, and figure hugging shorts that showed his curves off  \nperfectly.  \n  \nHe left Stuart to stare blankly forward at the sight he had just witnessed, and left to wait.  \nCrap! What the hell was that! Thought Stuart. I couldn't have been more obvious I was staring at his  \nass, his cute ass, his thighs and \\*ohh\\* he was so sexy! Stuart risked a look round. There was no one  \naround. He had to take care of business. He pulled back on his sheath lightly and gasped as the  \nfresh, warmed air hit his cock. He breathed in, inhaling his musk. That tipped his sex ridden mind over  \nthe edge and he went primal. He grabbed some shampoo and squirted it onto his left index and third  \nfinger. He rubbed around his entrance, before plunging his impromptu lubed fingers into his ass. He  \nmoaned at the feeling, of a cold sting in his ass from the shampoo. He pulled out slowly, letting his  \nass push his fingers out, before plunging them back in. He picked up a rhythm, in and out, in and out.  \nHis cock started to leak pre, with a stream flowing down. He reached down with his right hand and  \ngrasped his rod. He wasn't large, at 7inches, but he wasn't small either. He started to pump in time  \nwith the hand in his ass, in and out, up and down. His cock twitched as he neared release. Harder he  \npumped, harder until  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*creak\\*  \n  \nThe door opened. Stuart whipped his hand from his ass and stopped stroking, his hands falling to his sides and his cock going limp from embarrassment. The door creaked again and Stuart peeked out to  \nsee if the intruder had gone. Stuart was again alone unto himself. As the events penetrated Stuarts  \nmind, his hard-on came back to full force. He stepped back into the shower and penetrated his ass  \nwith his left hand again. He stroked himself to the brink twice before curving his left hand up to find his  \nG-spot. He gasped when he found it. He played with it, pressing down and stroking, quicker and  \nquicker until he moaned in pleasure as his orgasm hit, spraying the wall in front with cum. Stuart just  \nstood there in the after glow as his fingers slipped out of his ass.  \n  \n  \nThe fact he had a lesson penetrated his foggy mind, and he rushed to get dressed.  \nStuart walked/ran to the lobby, to find Craig.  \n\"Sorry I'm late\" Stuart said, his ears low in embarrassment.  \n\"Don't worry about it\" smirked Craig.  \n  \nThere must have been something in Craig's voice, because Stuart cocked his head as if to  \nsay 'you know what I've been doing don't you?'  \nCraig just looked at Stuart innocently, who pointed to the range and just said \"after you\".  \nHalf an Hour later, over a cup of coffee  \n\"So, Craig, what can you do next week?\"  \n\"You?\"  \n\\*Cough, Choke\\* \"What?!\"  \n\"You were watching my performance in the shower?\"  \n\"I-I...\"  \nCraig smirked \"You took 20 minutes from when I left the room to come out. There was only one thing  \nyou could have been doing and that was -\"  \n\"Yes, I was, I mean how do you know, I mean -\"  \n\"Shh. Don't worry. You're secrets safe with me\"  \nStuart just looked dumbfounded.  \n\"Aww, you look so cute when you're clueless. What about a cup of coffee next week, instead of a  \nlesson. Or do you want another sh -\"  \n\"No. I mean yes, I -\"  \nCraig started to rub Stuart's leg with his, which caused Stuart more duress.  \n\"C - Coffee sounds n - nice\" Stuart managed to stammer  \n\"Meet here next Thursday? Or are you busy?\"  \n\"I can ah, do Monday if you would um, if you would prefer\"  \n\"That's sounds great\"  \n\"O - Ok. Here's my card. Call me when you can.\"  \nCraig placed his hand on Stuarts, causing an intake of breath.  \n\"Ok. See you later hon.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With that, Craig got up and went away, swishing his tail. Stuart could only stare at the tail.  \nShaking his head, and grinning like a Cheshire cat, Stuart made his way to his car and home.  \nWhen he arrived, he found the answer phone blinking with a message.  \n  \n  \n\n"}