Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2013 13:21:15 -0700
From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com>
Subject: Low hanging Fruit 2 by Mark James

Low Hanging Fruit 2 by Mark James


I walked back to my car and was so involved in thinking about what I had
just avoided I walked right past it. It finally sank in that my car wasn't
that far away so I stopped not really aware of where I was. I sat down on a
bench at a bus stop and looked around.

I heard somebody say, "Are you all right?"

I looked around and the only person I saw was this hot, built, blond jock
across the street that had apparently just gotten out of his truck. I
pointed to myself with a quizzical expression on my face.

He, smiled, laughed and said, "Yes I was asking if you are all right. You
looked like you were in a daze. Are you lost?"

I was in love instantly. How often does a Greek God speak to you out of
nowhere and ask if you are all right? I felt my cock get hard and I reached
down to adjust my package without thinking about what I was doing. I
watched his eyes follow my action and I blushed. He probably wasn't even
gay and was just being nice.

I said, "I got lost in my thoughts and I think I walked past my car. I
don't think I'm really lost, but thanks for asking."

He smiled and I smiled back sure that I looked like a goofy idiot, although
I am sure that somebody that looked like him was used to those kinds of
reactions from people he spoke to who realized that he was talking to them.

He started across the street and of course I looked at his crotch and was
amazed to see a large bulge behind his zipper.

He sat down beside me and asked, "Do you live around here?"

Despite what my mother said I wasn't aware that to people who liked my type
I was a hot stud. I was used to thinking of other guys that way but I
hadn't been pursued by that many guys. I thought, after seeing the erection
in his jeans, "I don't believe it but this guy is hitting on me. I hope I
don't fuck it up and drive him away."

"No. I live on the other side of the city. I was just driving around and
got out to stretch my legs. Do you live around here?"

"Yeah, I have an apartment in the building right behind us. I bet, judging
from your build that you played football didn't you."

"I did football, baseball, soccer, Tennis, basketball, almost any king of
sport. I bet judging from your build that that you were primarily a
gymnast."

"You are right. You want to come up and have a soda or something if you
don't have to leave immediately. Then we can find your car for you."

"Well, I don't want to bother your wife or roommate."

"I don't have either one. Come on."

"Okay."

When we were in the living room he said, "I have coke, Pepsi or Gatorade?"

"Gatorade, I think I am dehydrated."

"Gatorade it is. I will be right back."

He had a number of photos of guys on his wall which I was admiring when he
came back in the room.

He handed me my drink and asked, "Do you like my pictures?"

"I sure do. I would swear that was a photo of me. The resemblance is
amazing. In fact most of them resemble me in one way or the other."

"Everybody has a type. I guess you are mine. I have a thing for long
torsoed, lean, muscular cute guys, just like you"

"I'm flattered that you think I look like these guys."

"You aren't joking are you? You don't really realize how incredible
attractive you are. You are gay aren't you? I don't think I could have made
that big of a mistake."

"Yes, I'm gay but I'm not out. When I first saw you I thought I was in love
and that a Greek God had stepped down from Mount Olympus right in front of
me."

"I guess I am one of the types of guys that attract you. Well, I guess that
settles the mutual attraction question. Are you interested in sex and do
you have the time are the only unanswered ones."

"Yes, I do but could I use your shower first?"

He laughed and said, "You use the one down the hall and I will use the one
in the bedroom and I will meet you on the bed in a few minutes."

We met on the bed about 10 minutes later. I was on my back and he kissed me
starting with my mouth and worked his way down my body, bypassing my cock
and leaving it straight up and oozing pre-cum as he worked his lips down to
my feet and sucked on my toes. Then he turned me on my stomach and worked
his way back up my body with his kisses.

He straddled my waist and massaged my back, my butt and then up and down
each leg. Then he spread my legs apart and massaged my buttocks, spread my
cheeks and used his thumbs to massage within the crack of my ass and
finally to massage my asshole.

"Do you like to be rimmed and be fingered and fucked?"

"Shit yeah man."

He turned me over on to my back, lifted my legs and pushed them back next
to my head which raised my ass and made my asshole more accessible I
wrapped my arms around them to keep them in place. He spread my cheeks and
I felt him licking up and down my crack, showing particular attention to my
asshole.

"Oh fuck, that's so good."

Eventually he left my asshole and licked my perineum and then he sucked on
my balls. I felt him pour lube on my asshole and felt his finger slide in
my ass as he slid his lips around my cock and went down on me. He sucked up
and down on my cock as he slid first one finger and then 2 fingers in and
out of my asshole. It felt sensational.

He used his other hand to caress my washboard stomach and chest muscles and
then slid it up to my mouth and slid his index finger in my mouth and let
me suck on it as he fingered me and sucked my dick.

Then he pulled back and asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to put the condom on my cock?"

"I guess so; nobody has ever asked me that before."

He moved up my body, straddled my chest, handed me the condom and said,
"Some guys find it sexy."

I reached up, stroked the muscles of his 6-pack and said, "You are so
fucking sexy, I don't need anything else. Can I suck your dick before I put
on the condom?"

He smiled, moved up my chest and placed his cock right in front of my
mouth.

I said, "I love your smile. It could melt an iceberg," and stuck my tongue
out, licked pre-cum off of the head of his cock and slid my mouth down his
6 inch cock and buried my face in his bush.

"Oh, fuck man, that's great."

He leaned forward, deep throat face fucked me for a while and then pulled
back and I put the condom on his cock. He backed up and as he passed my
cock he slid the crack of his ass up and down the head of my cock and then
backed up and knelt between my legs.

"I guess I'm not the only one who likes to be fucked."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Great man, we will get to that. Most bottoms have no interest in fucking
me once they have had my cock up their ass. In fact most guys just want to
suck me off or to get fucked and don't have much interest in what I want. I
appreciate you letting me have sex my way."

"Hey you picked me up. It is only fair that you get what you want out of
the encounter. I'm usually the one servicing the other guy not being
serviced. This is a treat for me."

"How do you like to be fucked, fast or slow?"

"Whatever turns you on? I'm not a virgin but this will only be my fourth
time to get fucked."

"Just fucking you turns me on. You are practically a virgin and I bet you
are tight as a drum. What I would really like is for you to enjoy it, so I
will start slow and you can guide me from there."

He moved up until his cock was at my asshole and slowly pushed. I had been
fucked by cocks his size before so I wasn't worried about the pain, but it
had been a while since I had been fucked but I wanted him inside me so it
didn't matter if it hurt.

I did hurt but not much. In about a minute he said, "I'm all the way in,
are you all right."

"Fine."

He laid his body on top of mine, supported himself on his elbows and gently
kissed me as he flexed his hips and slowly slid his cock in and out of my
asshole.

I pulled his head down on my chest and wrapped my hands around him and
asked, "Can we stay like this all day?"

He didn't answer, but we stayed that way for a couple of minutes, then he
propped himself up and French kissed me for about 5 minutes. He then heaved
himself back on his knees, flipped me over, pulled my hip back until I was
kneeling with my ass in the air, slid his dick up my ass and commenced
fucking me again-faster and harder than before.

"How do you like being fucked this way?"

"Fucking A man. What is your name by the way?"

He laughed as he rough fucked me and said, "I'm Stan and you are?"

"Art," I said.

"Do you want me to come in your ass?"

"It doesn't do anything for me, I'd rather suck you off but if turns you on
go ahead."

"No, I can wait.

He pulled out of my butt and said, "But I can leave you with a present."

He took a large butt plug from the side table, lubed it up and pushed it
half way up my asshole.

"This is larger than my cock so I am going slowly. If it hurts too much
yell and I will stop. We will eventually get it up your ass."

It took 5 minutes lots of lube and yelling before it was finally seated up
my ass.

"That won't come out by itself so let me know if you want me to take it
out. How does it feel?"

"Like I have a baseball bat up my ass, but it certainly makes my cock
hard."

He lay down beside me and we kissed and caressed each other and jacked each
others cock. Then I took charge of the caressing business and duplicated
what he had done to me by kissing and caressing his front and then flipping
him over and doing the same on his backside. God damn he had a beautiful
body.

I asked him to sit on my face and I ate out his ass, I sucked on his balls
and then he bent his cock down, stuck it in my mouth and face fucked me for
a while by bouncing up and down. Then he fell forward onto his knees and he
sucked my dick as he face fucked me with his.

He only did this for a few minutes, broke off and said, "I'm not going to
suck you off until you fuck me. Do you have a preference as to position?"

"No, whatever you want."

"Stand at the foot of the bed and I will kneel down and you fuck me from
the rear. Fuck me slow and easy at first and make me beg for your cock,
when you feel like I have begged enough, fuck me hard and fast and rough,
make me yell. Is that all right with you?"

"Yeah."

"You can come in my ass if you like but like you I would prefer to have you
come in my mouth."

So that's what we did. Being dominant and verbally abusive can be a real
aphrodisiac. I enjoyed it but I also got off on knowing what he was feeling
because I would love to have him do that to me also. I loved it when I
called him a cocksucker and told to beg for my cock and when he muffled his
screams when I impaled his asshole with my cock.

I finally stopped and pulled out saying, "I'm about to come."

He flipped his body around with his head over the edge of the bed and said,
"Please give me your come, face fuck me and come in my mouth,"

"OK cocksucker you asked for it," I said as I deep throated his mouth and
face fucked, deep throated him for the short time it took me to come. I
came in his throat and in his mouth and on his lips as I pushed and pulled
my cock in and out of his mouth. Finally I was sated and withdrew my
cock. I dropped to my knees and French kissed him while we both savored the
taste of my come.

"Fuck man that was great, thanks I loved it. Is that it or do you still
want to suck me off.

"Fuck yeah man, I want your come. Face fuck me just like I did you," I said
as I lay on my back on the bed.

"Please sir, make me suck your dick, fuck my mouth, make me swallow your
cum."

He said, just as I had, "OK cocksucker you asked for it and stuck his cock
in my mouth all the way and then fucked me slow and fast and rough for the
next 10 minutes, pulling out occasionally and making me beg for his cock
before he started up again. When he came it was with no warning and he was
deep in my mouth. I swallowed automatically and continued to do so until he
finished spewing his load and withdrew.

He dropped to his knees and we French kissed some more to spread around his
cum between us.

"Are you all right?"

"Fuck yeah Stan that was the best sex I have ever had."

"Can you come again?"

"I expect so with this dildo up my as I think I am half hard already."

"Would you put a butt plug up my ass for me"

"Sure," I said and we went through the procedure and we lay on the bed
kissing each other, letting the butt plugs work on our prostates. Then we
assumed a 69 position and sucked on each others cock. We licked and sucked
cock, sucked balls and pushed and pulled on the butt plugs up our asses. We
lay on our sides, on top of one another, off the edge of the bed sucking
for at least half am hour. I was ready to come again, first and we backed
off until he was ready to come, then we timed it so that we both came at
almost the same time and we both took a mouthful of cum again. We French
kissed, swallowed cum and then removed the butt plugs.

"Do you always like to be rough fucked?" I asked.

"No, that was the first time I've ever done it. I've wanted to try it for a
while but I never partnered with anyone I felt like I could ask to do that
safely or that I wanted to try it with. There are lots of ways to have sex,
but I can't know if it is for me unless I try it. To be willing to try
something like that you have to trust the guy you are with. Role playing is
supposed to be just that-playing a role-trusting that your partner will
stop when you want him to."

"I'm glad I did what you wanted since we had no stop signal. Actually I
have had a fascination with bondage but I have enough trouble finding a sex
partner without throwing bondage into the equation. There is no porn video
which will get me excited and hard faster that those exhibiting rough sex,
domination or bondage, but I don't want to actually be hurt and I probably
could not stand it as a steady diet. It is like a jalapeno is great every
once in a while but not as a steady diet.

"Exactly!! Actually I love to cuddle and get off on doing what makes my
partner feel good and hope that he will do the same, but some time I like
to be the dominant, abusive sadist and at other time I want to be the
submissive, put upon masochist.

With a casual sex partner I tend to want to do all types of sex, fucking,
sucking or rimming in their various manifestations while I have the chance,
whereas if I had a permanent partner who was always available I might be
completely satisfied with sucking or, fucking or some other activity
instead of trying to get in all into an hour. Glory holes, the woods, or
casual pickups scratch the itch when I'm horny but they don't make me feel
good about myself. Orgies are incredible and being a bukkake boy can be
physically fulfilling but emotional devastating. And I haven't got into
discussing the type of people that turn me on or off. Being gay is
complicated. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wander into a psychological
dissertation, but nobody was ever interested in listening to me before."

"That's no problem, because I feel exactly the same way."

"I guess you have to go?"

I looked at my watch and said, "No, I've got an hour before I have to
leave."

"You are different. Most guys can't wait to get dressed and go once they
have come."

"I don't understand, are you saying you want me to go?"

"No, I am glad you won't just run off. Even good sex can be ruined when I
feel that I was just used for sex, but having said that I probably have to
leave before you do, because I have to go to work. Do you want to take a
shower? It is getting cold in here so it must be getting colder outside. We
may not be able to get an erection but that doesn't mean that can't get
pleasure from each others bodies."

"Lead on."

So we spent the next half an hour soaping and running our hands over each
others bodies. Along the way we did a little rimming, some soft cock
sucking and lots of kissing. Then we dried each other off and got
dressed. We would have probably tried another 69 session but we ran out of
time, Stan had to go to work.

We swapped names and phone numbers. I told him that I was moving to Arizona
in about 6 weeks and it would be unlikely that I could get over here again
during that period.

He said, "I had already figured that. I suspect you are younger than I
first thought. In fact I thought I recognized you from somewhere. Weren't
you on television about a month ago talking about making money in
foreclosures? I bought your dad's book. Or was it your book?

"Yes, that was me and I guess you could say it is our book."

"You are 16 and still live at home and go to high school. I guess that
wouldn't give you a lot of free time. I guess this was statutory rape on my
part then. Should I worry about that?

"I won't tell if you won't. I had fun and I like you. I could probably fall
in love with you, but you don't need some teenager trailing you around. I
won't be 16 forever, so if you ever get to Scottsdale give me a call, who
knows what might happen. I especially appreciate the psychological
discourse because I needed to see that I wasn't the only one who hadn't
figured everything out.

We kissed goodbye and I went home and he went to work. It had gotten cold
because the temperature had dropped 25 degrees, and the wind had come
up. The sky had become overcast and I expected rain or snow.

When I got home it was almost time for dinner and I sat in the kitchen
warming up with a cup of coffee and talked to mom.

Mom asked me, "Was he a nice boy?"

I almost choked on my coffee.

"Mom, you aren't supposed to ask me things like that. And how do you know
what I was doing?"

"If you liked girls I would ask about the girl you were going with, why
wouldn't I ask about the boys? Besides you are loose as a goose, almost
purring like a kitten and look very satisfied and happy. Since you are a
horny teenager and mysteriously disappeared for most of the afternoon that
means you probably had sex with someone. Were you careful?"

"Yes mom we were careful. You would probably like him. I did."

"Are you going to see him again?"

"Probably not, he thought I was older than I am when we met, but then he
recognized me from being on TV and knew I was 16 and still in school and
living at home. I told him I was moving to Scottsdale and would probably
not be able to be in his part of town again before I left and if he ever
got there to give me a call in a couple of years.

"That's too bad. Well I am sure you will find somebody else. Your dad and I
are going to be gone all next week, so feel free to ask him over if you
would like. He could stay the night."

"I don't believe I am having this conversation with you or that you are
trying to set me up to have sex with somebody you have never met. Besides
he has a job and goes to college. He wants to be a theoretical
physicist. He probably has less free time than I do."

"Well dinner is ready so this conversation is over, if that makes you feel
better. You obviously like the guy and I trust your judgment and it is your
house too, so why shouldn't you ask him over. Never pass up a chance to do
something that makes you happy and will give you good memories or you will
have nothing but a life of regrets. Call your dad to dinner and we'll tell
you about our trip."

It turned out that dad was in the process of purchasing houses in Las
Vegas, Malibu and Hollywood and HGTV wanted them to go to Scottsdale to
film the start of the program where Candace is designing the interior our
new house, so they were going to make it a vacation and a business trip.

I was supposed to go to the movies that night but the temperature dropped
20 more degrees and what started as rain turned to sleet, so I stayed home
and we played scrabble.

Sunday morning the skies were clear but it was still cold when we got up,
we had breakfast at IHOP and they drove off to the airport. I spent the
rest of the day doing my homework and updating the foreclosure blog the
other websites and the newsletters. I had not only the purchase of our
house in Scottsdale to write up but I had 10 experiences of people who had
bought homes using our methods to write up also. At midnight I had to quit
and go to bed.

I thought about calling Stan but I realized that I really didn't know much
about him. Dad had always told me that the better something is the first
time the more likely it will be that the next time will be a
disappointment. I wondered if I was wearing rose colored glasses when I
thought about a repeat performance with Stan. Besides he would be putting
himself at risk because I was only 16. He didn't know anything about me
either. Did I want to spend the night with someone I hardly knew in my
parent's home? I could wake up dead or wake up and find out we had been
robbed and he was gone so I convinced myself it wasn't a good idea and did
nothing.

To be continued.