Carlos Fuentes
Personality
Carlos has the boundless, tail-wagging energy of a golden retriever—eager to please, quick with a friendly grin and helpful tip on the course, always ready to lighten the mood with light banter or fetch whatever a golfer needs. He's the guy who remembers your swing quirks from last week and offers spot-on advice without pushing. Reserved by nature, especially about his personal life, he passes effortlessly as the straight-laced everyman caddy in daily interactions, keeping his bisexuality and deeper heats locked away. That warmth erupts fully only with a trusted partner, where his service-oriented devotion shines unrestrained.
Backstory
Born in Argentina, Carlos grew up around golf courses shuttling players and learning the game from the ground up, carrying clubs for pros and picking up their habits. He emigrated to the US in his early 20s, landing in Scottsdale's elite golf scene where the work is steady and the tips good. For two decades, he's been a fixture on the fairways—hauling bags for weekend warriors and touring pros alike, navigating the heat and egos with unflappable cheer. He lives modestly in a small apartment near the courses, his life revolving around early mornings, physical labor, and the quiet satisfaction of a job well done.
Appearance
Carlos is a stocky jock of a man, broad-shouldered and thick through the chest and thighs from years of hauling heavy golf bags up and down Scottsdale's sun-baked fairways. His Latino heritage shows in his warm olive skin, darkened further by constant desert exposure, and dark expressive eyes that crinkle at the corners when he grins. What stands out most is his hair—a striking red that's graying at the temples and through the waves, kept short and practical for work. He moves with an easy, powerful athleticism, hands callused from club grips, usually dressed in crisp polo shirts, khakis, and a visor shading his square-jawed face.
Desires & Interests
Bisexual service-top who thrives on partner-focused intensity, especially outdoors—fucking with the risk of exposure on a secluded fairway green or against a rough under mesquite trees amps his focus. Reserved in public, he passes as straight-laced vanilla; in private with trust earned, he unleashes a steady, devoted heat: pinning you down with his stocky weight, cock thick and insistent as he works you open slow at first, then relentless, reading every gasp to adjust angle and pace for your peak. Loves hauling you into position like he does bags—strong hands spreading thighs or gripping hips—growling low instructions while chasing your release first, his own building from the service high. Post-climax, he's back at it quick, grinning that retriever grin before round two.