a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. His legs were long, slim, and only lightly haired in blonde fuzz. He was thin, very thin. He caught me looking at him and smiled, "Mr. Donahue," he must have remembered my name from the credit card, "how did you play?" He walked over to me and started to wipe my clubs clean.

"Great Tommy, just great." I smiled, moved a bit closer, "do you play?"

He didn't move away, just kept cleaning the clubs. This was making for a great fantasy. "Yeah, but not often. Kind of and expensive sport." I nodded. He finished my clubs, and cleaned out the cart making sure I had everything. I handed him a ten. He smiled, "Thanks, biggest tip I have ever gotten."

I shrugged, "you work hard, you deserve it." I winked at him, just building memories for my lonely jerk off that night. Amazingly, he laughed, and winked right back.

"You guys going out tonight?"

I shrugged, "don't know about those guys but I'm going to Club 2000 tonight." It was the biggest pick up place in Myrtle Beach.

"Ah, on the prowl, eh?" Tommy said, with a smile. "What happens in Myrtle, stays in Myrtle, right?" He laughed as he loaded the clubs into the van we had. I thanked him again, and we were gone.

We went back to our suite, ate some chips and stuff, played some cards. "Anyone up for going out tonight?" All I heard was grumbling and crap. "oh, come on guys!" Still, no response. It was about 8:00, and I wanted to be out, looking at women, and guys. Fueling fantasies, feeling the heat so to speak. Finally, I just shrugged. "Okay, but I'm going out. I'll call a cab." And that was what I did.

I got to Club 2000 about 9:15, it wasn't really hopping yet. It started going about 11:00, but it was good that I could sit at the bar. "Hey, Mr. Donahue!" I turned, and got the shock of my life. There was Tommy, in a clean pair of jeans and a stylized t-shirt. His hair was clean, thick, and very blonde.

"Hey, Tommy," I said as he came up to me, "what you doing here?"

He shrugged, "oh, just wanted to get out, you know?" I nodded. He looked around, "where are your friends?"

I shrugged, "ah, they just couldn't get it together to go out so I left em." As I sat down at the bar, he sat down next to me. He nodded at the bar tender, and I ordered and so did Tommy. "You old enough to drink?" I asked.

He blushed, very prettily I thought, and shook his head. "Nope, just turned 18 but Joey, the bartender, is a friend of my older brother so he serves me."

And we talked, and the time slipped away. It turned 11:00 before I knew it. The kid was fun to talk to, bright, and articulate. "Ah, shit. Guess it's time for me to hit it. Have a 7:30 in the morning." Tommy just kind of nodded, a bit downcast. "And, I