Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2013 11:41:17 -0700
From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com>
Subject: Low Hanging Fruit 1 By Mark James

Low Hanging Fruit 1 by Mark James
(This is a continuation of the 5 part story "Recognition.")

As October turned into November 2008 the temperature dropped and snow was
forecast in Iowa. You would think that dealing with orders for 50,000
e-books and 25,000 news letters would be time consuming, but thanks to
computers it was all done automatically. Handling the money that generated
was another problem all together and dad took care of that.

We had just gotten back from out trip to Scottsdale AZ to where we were
going to move on December 20. We decided to celebrate Christmas in Arizona.
We were leaving the day after school was out and would be in our new home
the next day. The real Christmas present for all of us would be seeing how
Candace Olsen had designed the interior. When we left it was just a vacant
house. Ellen Degeneres and HGTV asked to make the design of our home a
special on HGTV and the Ellen Degeneres show. After all that Ellen had done
for us we certainly had no objections.

I had had a series of growth spurts in the last four months, added 6 inches
and was now 6'1" tall. My torso and legs were longer but my dick was still
the same 7+ inches it had always been. The new clothes I had bought for the
Ellen show no longer fit.

I really didn't know how to deal with my new body, I used to be pretty good
at tennis, football and basketball, but now as far athletics went I was a
complete klutz, I kept tripping over my own feet which were now a size
larger and my timing was atrocious.. I dropped out of sports at school
because I wasn't any good at the moment and I was leaving anyway. But
according to my mother and everybody else I was now a hot looking stud and
although I was only 16 I could easily pass for 18 or older.

I had told my parents that I was gay and it didn't bother them at all. They
figured that if that was the way God had made me who were they to argue, I
was still their son and they loved me. They even recognized that I was a
horny teenager and that I going to have sex, they just wanted me to be
careful.

My father being practical got me a credit card and condoms and said, "If
you've got to have sex get a room, use a condom and don't get picked up for
public indecency."

My mother just wanted me to find somebody who would make me happy and she
said, "You have to live your own life according to your nature, but your
father and I are here for you if there is anything you want to talk
about. I suspect that relationships and emotions are the same for gay
couples as they are for straight couples."

I was always surprised when my mother used gay lingo in the conversations,
but she and dad were very proud of the fact that they had taken a class
called, "What do you do when your child tells you they are gay" and wasn't
shy about asking about venereal diseases, AIDS/HIV, sexual positions, or
about dominance and submissiveness in gay relationships. I am sure they
knew more about my world that I did.

It hadn't been the reaction I had expected, of course I hadn't really known
what to expect, I had just known that I had to tell them for my own
sanity. I had heard too many stories about children being literally thrown
out of the house and disowned by apparently sane parents to totally
discount the fact that it might happen to me. I had looked up the
statistics on Google. There are 400,000 gays thrown out of their homes by
their parents every year for being gay and many of them end up selling
themselves on the street and it is a national disgrace. What else is a 12
or 13 year old going to do to get money to live except that or stealing? I
retrospect I was ashamed that I had expected so little of my parents, but
coming to realize that one is gay in a straight world, that you are the odd
man out for your whole life does not lead to rational thought, quite
frequently it leads to suicide.

About a week after I told them I was gay I came in one day and they were
watching TV.

"What are you watching?"

"Reruns of "Queer as Folk, we never saw it the first time and it's very
educational for us about the gay lifestyle, you want to watch?"

I couldn't speak, I couldn't even stand. I just fell on the floor and
started crying, bawling like a baby. I couldn't help it, the guilt, the
emotion, the realization that they really didn't care that I was gay; the
fact that they were watching QAF to learn about my life just overwhelmed
me. Some part of me knew I was upsetting them, but I couldn't stop
crying. I guess it was some kind of emotional catharsis.

Dad sat on the floor, put my head in his lap and stroked my hair even
though I was getting his pants soaking wet. Mom held my hand and they
didn't say a word. After about 20 minutes I ran out of tears and started
hiccupping. Mom got up and got me a glass of water and a towel. Then they
got me in a three way hug and we held on for dear life.

Dad said, "do you want to watch?'

"Sure," I said.

Mom said, "I will make us some popcorn."

We were all crying before the reruns were over, but I didn't feel alone any
more.

Did I say I love my parents?

Being gay just meant that I liked sex with guys, but it made it hard to
maintain an open close relationship with another guy like boys and girls
could. Elementary and high school are generally hell on gays. Just look at
all of the campus shootings and bombings which are the direct result of
school authorities ignoring campus bullying. School authorities always
blame the students, carefully hiding the fact that it is the school whose
policies are to blame for most of the tragedies. They require us to go to
school, but don't do anything to make it safe for us.

I wasn't old enough to have sex but I was always horny. Until I was 18 and
of age I had to take sex where I could find it. I had to pick the low
hanging fruit off of the gay tree. The community was obviously full of gay
and bisexual people according to Mr. Mayes I just had to let them know I
was there.

I did order an Arizona drivers license from an internet site which said I
was 18. I didn't know if I would ever use it but I thought it would be
handy to have.

There was a guy that had been haunting my footsteps ever since school
started. He probably wanted to suck my dick. I guess it was time to find
out. He was probably 14 years old and was trying out for the sophomore
football team. He had been in a locker room full of naked boys and I felt
him staring at me every time I turned around and just ignoring everybody
else. He was a cute, well built guy but he was only 14.

This was a new feeling for me because normally I was the one trying to
attract the attention of someone I was interested in sexually, not the
other way around. I would spot him in the hall or the cafeteria pretending
like he wasn't looking at me with lust in his eyes. I remembered how many
guys I had done that too through the years. He had a crush on me. I got so
involved in what was happening with the national news show and our
appearance on the Ellen DeGeneres show that I had stopped paying attention
to him but now that I thought about him I noticed he was still there.

One day after practice I was driving home and saw him walking down the
street. I pulled over and honked and asked him if he wanted a ride home. He
got in the car looking a little apprehensive.

"You are one of the new guys on the football team aren't you?"

He said, "Yeah" without looking at me.

I reached down and adjusted my package. I saw him turn his face and watch
my crotch.

"I seem to have a hard on."

"Yeah, you do," he said as he licked his lips and covered his own erection
with his hands.

"You better tell me where you live or we will never get you home. That is
where you want to go right?"

"No, I mean yes but..."

"But," I asked."

"Can't we just ride around a while?"

"I guess so, but why?" I asked as I turned off and headed for the road into
the woods.

"I really like you and would like to spend some time with you if you don't
mind."

"Why is your dick hard? I can see in making a bulge in your jeans."

"Because you are fucking all I can think about. I daydream about you when I
jack off. I think I want to suck your cock. I'm a fucking queer. Now stop
the car and I will get out. Please don't hit me."

He looked at me like he was scared shitless.

"I'm not going to hit you and there is nothing wrong with being gay. If you
thought I was going to hit you why did you get in the car?"

"Because you show up in my dreams every fucking night and I thought here is
my chance."

"To do what?"

"I don't know, you have never even spoken to me and I'm only a 14 year old
kid, but I thought... you know."

"You have a crush on me don't you?"

Now he really looked embarrassed and said, "Well yes."

"Well at least I now know why you have been following me and that you are
not a stalker. Do you want to suck my cock?"

He looked embarrassed again and said, "I think so, but I have never sucked
a cock before. It is just that every time I see you or think about you I
get an erection. Doesn't that mean I'm queer and don't queers suck cock?"

By this time I had driven us down a service road deep in the woods in the
park. I pulled over and parked.

"No, it doesn't necessarily mean you are queer and yes, queers suck
cock. Do you want to see my cock?"

He looked down at my crotch and said, "Oh yes."

So I unzipped and pulled out my cock. I took his hand and brought it to my
cock.

He kicked his lips as his hand stroked me and said, "That is so pretty."

"Do you want to suck it or suck me off?"

"What is the difference?"

"If you just want to suck it, that is what you do, suck it, lick it or
caress it and when you are ready you jack me off.  If you want to suck me
off you really get serious and suck it until I shoot my load in your mouth,
then you can either spit out my come or swallow it. It's your choice. You
know this is really weird, I don't usually give cock sucking advice to guys
who want to suck my cock."

"I'm sorry. It's just that I have never done this before."

I got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side and opened the
door, took off my shirt, pushed down my jeans and underwear, stood there
with my erection staring him in the face and said, "Alright do whatever you
want. What is your name by the way?

"Sean."

He turned sideways in the passenger seat and ran his hands all over my
body. He stopped and let his cock out of his pants and went back to
caressing me.

"Oh God, you are fucking beautiful," he said as he fondled my balls and
stroked the length of my cock with his finger tips.

My cock was as hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum. He ran his thumb
through the liquid, spread it over my cock head and massaged it in.

I sort of half squatted and said, "Jesus Christ, if you do much of that I
am going to cum."

That sort of startled him and he leaned forward took my cock head in his
mouth and licked it with his tongue inside his mouth.

"Oh fuck," I said as I cupped the back of his head with my hand and urged
him to go down on my cock.

He slid his wet mouth up and down the top third of my stalk, up and down,
up and down. At the same time he fondled my balls caressed my stomach,
murmuring in delight the whole time.

Just that would get me off in a couple of minutes. I pulled on the back of
his head and slid my cock further in his mouth. He didn't gag so I kept
pushing until his nose was buried in my pubic hair.

"That's fucking great, I love being deep throated," so he started sucking
up and down the full length of my cock. "I'm coming, I said and he pulled
his mouth off of my cock, took it in his hand and stroked up and down.

I shot off. He hadn't moved back far enough and I shot off all over his
face.

He grimaced and I said, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that."

He smiled with cum all over his face and said, "That's alright, I'll
live. You have nice tasting cum. I didn't expect that. Of course I never
expected to have cum in my mouth at all. I shot off at the same time you
did without even touching my cock. I've never done that before."

I wiped the come off of his face with a towel I kept in the trunk and I got
dressed.

I said, "I was really getting cold. It has gotten too cold to be running
around naked in the woods any more this year. I've got to get home for
dinner and I am sure you do to."

He said, "I'm Sean Davis by the way. Of course I know who you are, so does
everybody in town and half the country since you were on the Ellen
DeGeneres show."

I laughed and said, "Well I hope the 15 minutes of fame doesn't last much
longer, I don't know how celebrities stand being in the public eye all of
the time."

As we drove down the street to his house he asked me to stop a block away.

"This way I don't have to explain who you are and why I am in your car. My
dad is big on religion and when I eventually tell him that I am gay he may
try to kill me. For sure he will immediately drive me out of the house. I
think I will have to keep it a secret, at least until I am old enough to
fend for myself. Thanks for letting me suck your cock. I won't follow you
around any more, but I will still have a crush on you. You are a nice guy
which, now that I have thought about it, you may well not have been. See
you around."

People always think that high school kids have all sorts of free time to do
what they want. But that isn't true; mostly our lives are pretty
regimented. We go to school 5 days a week from 7AM to 3 PM, most people are
involved in some type of after school activity which takes us up to 5 PM.,
Dinner is usually from 5:30 to 6:30 and then we have to do homework. I
don't know about other people but that takes me about 2 hours every
night. There are maybe a couple of hours of television which takes me up to
10:30. I still have work to do involving the business practically every
night which gets me to bed about midnight.

Everybody goes out on Friday night, usually to the football or basketball
game depending upon the season and/or Saturday night to a movie, party or
concert and most teenagers I know don't get up until after 9:00 on Saturday
and Sunday if they can. If a family is religious, services can eat up 2 to
5 additional hours on a Sunday. Homework has to be done sometime during the
weekend and everybody's parents that I know of have a "honey do" list for
teenagers just like for the husband. I have to fit in work on newsletters
and our blog on the weekend. Sex has to be scheduled in on my weekends if I
am going to have any.

Even if I had an opening in my schedule that doesn't mean that whoever I
was interested in has an opening in his. Somebody always knows where I am
supposed to be and what my routine is.

If a teenager's routine varies questions are asked. Try taking an extra
shower, varying what you wear, not being where you are supposed to be and
see if questions are not asked. That is probably not a problem for me since
I told my parents I was gay, but it would be for Sean, for instance. Most
people have siblings, I don't, but if you think parents are nosy they
aren't anything compared to nosy siblings.

Most people don't notice the patterns in what they say. But everybody
around you does. If you become interested in something or someone they or
it always shows up more frequently in your conversations whether you
realize it or not and you probably react differently when a particular name
or subject comes up in conversation. This is a real problem if you are a
closeted gay and trying to have surreptitious sex or to hide your interest
in someone.

The weather always puts a damper on ardor and opportunity. It gets dark
between 4:30 and 5:00PM in Iowa, it is probably freezing outside and during
November through March it is usually threatening to, actually doing it or
in recovery from raining, snowing or hailing. People wear a lot of clothes
and spent a lot of energy trying to stay warm. Most houses are not that
well insulated and energy is expensive so thermostats are kept as low as
possible to reduce energy bills.

Sex is possible if you have a partner already and are in bed under an
electric blanket but if you don't, for boys anyway, sex is done with the
hand.

Gay porn videos would make an extraterrestrial visitor think that an
inordinate number of beautiful men and boys who never sweat or shit, spend
most of their time naked in outrageously expensive houses, bedrooms and
outdoor pools, bars and public restrooms sucking and fucking their brains
out when in fact most people are trying to stay warm in the winter, cool in
the summer, and to make enough money to take an occasional vacation. Let's
face it most people are not good looking except when they are young and
that is when society says you are not supposed to have sex. If porn used a
representative sample of real people, internet porn would be worth a whole
lot less than it is now. Many internet porn stars are as well known as
movie stars even if their compensation is a whole lot less and their chance
of dying of HIV/AIDS greater

I found this information on the internet. Isn't Google wonderful? Internet
porn is a 20-40 billion dollar industry, Every second - $3,075.64 is being
spent on pornography and 28,258 Internet users are viewing pornography,
Every 39 minutes: a new pornographic video is being created in just the
United States.

The whole point being that finding someone to have sex with and actually
having sex is a whole lot more difficult that it appears for teenagers.

Having a car makes a lot of difference like when Sean and I were able to go
to the woods but you still have to find the time and the person to have
sex.

I started going to the gym after school a couple of days a week after I
quit the football team just to keep in shape. The clientele was composed
mostly of young guys 3 to 10 years older than me at that time of day. Most
of the guys were straight and just did their routines and left. I guess I
was prime meat or jail bait depending upon your perspective and for the
guys who were bi or gay I could feel their eyes on me as I went about my
workout. I wasn't adverse to a little casual sex but it didn't happen like
in the porn videos in the middle of the workout area in a public gym.

The first time it happened was when I had to take a leak during my
workout. This 25 something guy followed me in to the locker room, stood
next to me at the urinal and openly watched me piss. Of course I got a
hard-on.

He smiled and said, "Nice."

I said, "You want to suck it?"

"Shit yeah man, "Let's go into the end stall over there."

He sat of the toilet, leaned forward and went down on my cock. There was no
finesse, no foreplay just straight cock sucking because we could not be
sure how long we had before somebody came into the locker room.

He wasn't a novice; he was a damn good cocksucker. He had me moaning and
groaning in no time, rocking back and forth meeting each of this down
strokes with an up thrust from me. I guess the good thing about being young
is being able to get off in a hurry when a good cocksucker is sucking your
cock.

There were no teeth, no gagging, no trying to lick my cock, all I felt was
hot, wet mouth and he had me up to the edge and over in no time and I
dropped my load in his mouth.

"Mmmm," he murmured as he swallowed my load and licked my dick clean as he
moved up and off my cock.

"Thanks man, that was fucking great."

He stood up and jacked off into the toilet, and then we went back to the
gym and continued our workout.

The trouble with quickies is that although they are satisfying in one way
in others they are not. I wasn't used to being the one picked up and missed
not being able to suck his dick. But he probably thought I was straight and
would have been disappointed if he knew I wasn't. I've never sucked a
straight guy so I don't really know. I don't know if I could approach a
straight guy in the gym and blatantly proposition him. But I got a chance
to suck a straight almost immediately.

Parts of Saturday were the only free time I actually had and so on the next
Saturday I drove off to the community college on the other side of town to
see what I could find.

I skipped the glory holes and went down to the cruising area. I wasn't that
warm today and not that many people were walking around with their shirts
off. I saw this hot 20 something stud in a blue t-shirt and jeans and we
played hide and seek with each other for a while until we were deep in the
woods. He backed up against a tree, pushed his jeans down past his balls
and let his erection swing free.

I walked over in front of him and he said, "Suck me."

I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked on
the head of his cock. He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulled in up
exposing his torso, grabbed the back of my head, pulled me forward on his
cock and said, "Deep throat me cocksucker."

I went down on him to his pubes, held him in my mouth and ran my tongue
over his cock inside my mouth while I reached up and caressed his chest and
stomach with my hands.

He ground his hips in my face and said, "Oh yeah baby, take all of daddy's
cock."

I pulled my mouth back up his shaft and he pulled my head back down it. We
kept this up for a while almost like a ballet.

"You like my cock?"

I couldn't answer with my mouth full of his cock, but he asked again and I
grunted "uh huh."

He pushed my head off of his mouth and said, "Tell me you want my cock."

"I want your cock. Please let me suck your dick."

"Tell me you want my load in your mouth."

This was exciting the hell out of me. My cock was so hard in my jeans it
hurt.

"I want your load. I want to suck your cock until you come in my mouth. I
want to swallow your load. Please give me your load."

He pulled my mouth back down his cock and started fucking my mouth with
long slow strokes.

"Take my dick cocksucker, eat me."

I had pulled his jeans down to mid thigh and had grabbed hold of his
buttocks as his mouth fucking got more and more rapid. I could feel his
butt muscles tense and could see his stomach muscles tense as he approached
orgasm.

Suddenly he exclaimed, "Eat my load cocksucker," and came in my mouth.

He didn't let my cock out of his mouth so I just swallowed and swallowed as
he came until his cock softened and he withdrew.

He pulled down his t-shirt, pulled up his jeans and fastened them, tousled
my hair, said, "You are a pretty good cock sucker," and walked away.

I looked down at my pants and saw this great big bulge. "Fuck man that was
rad." I thought to myself.

I started to walk away when I saw this young guy, probably 18 in the trees
about 10 feet away with his pants down and his 8 inch erect cock hanging
out.

"That was fucking hot man. Do you want to suck me off?"

"Sure," I said and got down on my knees and licked the come off the head of
his cock.

"Fuck man; suck it, before I shoot my load. Watching you suck his cock
almost got me off."

So I went down on him and got about 7 inches in my mouth. I had to stop and
relax my throat and then I took the last part of his cock down to his
pubes.

I looked up at him with his cock buried in my throat and he said, "Fuck
man, nobody has ever done that before."

I pulled back to his head and sucked up and down on his cock 5 or 6 times,
until he grabbed my head, buried his cock in my throat and shot off.

"Fuck man; swallow my come, take it all."

He blew his load and I swallowed it, then I stood up and he pulled up his
jeans.

I opened my jeans and took out my cock an asked him, "Do you want to suck
it."

"No, I'm not queer."

I heard somebody say. "I'll suck it."

I turned around and this kind of older young guy was on his knees with my
cock in his mouth before I could say yes or no.

I was just like the guy I had just sucked I was primed to come. After 5 or
6 strokes I shot off and he swallowed it down.

I asked him, "Do you want me to suck you off?"

"No thanks, I believe I will find some more guys to suck first, but thanks
for letting me have your load," and he walked off.

I pulled up my pants and saw that the second guy was still there

"I'm surprised you are still here, most guys get sucked and leave."

"I wanted to ask you something. Would you like to suck some more cock?"

"Sure, what are you talking about?"

"Some friends and I were just fucking around in my apartment and we decided
to jack off. Ed said, "What we need is a cocksucker."  We are all straight,
but it ended up that I came down here to find a cocksucker to come back to
the apartment and suck us off. I wasn't supposed to get a blowjob just find
a cocksucker and bring him back. There are four of us. Do you want to come
back with me and blow us? I include myself because I am sure I will be
ready to go again by the time we get there."

"How old are your friends, what do they look like and how big are their
cocks?"

"Well nobody is a movie star, but they all look like me pretty much and we
are all around 18, I've never seen their cocks hard so I don't know the
size. Why?"

"Well, I won't suck just anybody. I have body and facial types I like and
ones I don't and the guys have to be clean. "

"I never gave it a thought. I guess I figured that a cocksucker just sucked
cock and never though about what he might like or dislike."

"I'll go along with you, driving my own car. If I don't like what I see
I'll leave."

So we went to his apartment. I regretted my decision as soon as I had made
it, but I still went to his apartment. I felt like I was being used as a
thing and not a person. I wasn't Art or even somebody they wanted to have a
one time stand with I was just a cocksucker. That made me feel bad about
myself and I didn't like that.

We parked and went to his apartment, he opened the door and we went in.
The first thing I saw was three guys on the sofa with their dicks out and
the guy in the middle was leaned over the guy next to him and was sucking
his cock.

The guy who had brought me to the apartment said, "Ed, what are you doing?

The guy getting the blowjob said, "He is giving me a blowjob. I guess we
had an in house cocksucker all the time he was just hiding on the closet."

I felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of relief and said, "I guess you
don't need me," and turned around and rapidly walked out of the building.

To be continued