Date: Tue, 8 Sep 2015 15:05:36 -0700
From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com>
Subject: Low Hanging Fruit 9 by Mark james

Low Hanging Fruit 9 by Mark James

The next day the 28th was Sunday before my round of golf with Phil
Mickelson.  Mom, dad and I went to The Pebble Beach golf club as guests of
Phil and played a round of golf to let me familiarize myself with the
course. That night we all had dinner with Phil. In the morning I went to
meet Phil on the first tee. As I walked up to the tee I noticed a couple of
guys talking to Phil and there were 2 policemen and about 8 other guys in
suits hovering nearby.

Phil greeted me and said, "I know this isn't the way it was supposed to go
Art, but would you mind if these friends of mine joined us and made it a
foursome?"

I thought, "Who am I to say who Phil can play golf with," and then I
noticed who they were- Former President Clinton and Clint Eastwood. "No
it's fine with me." I said. I held out my hand and said, "I'm Art Hanson
and I think I already know who you' all are."

Mr. Clinton said, "I'm Bill and this is Clint." We shook hands. Mr. Clinton
said, "These guys are our body guards, they aren't going to play."

They couldn't have been nicer to me. By the third hole all the awkwardness
was gone and we were just 4 guys playing golf, but we had picked up a lot
of spectators and paparazzi.

I managed to hold my own with them insofar as score went. I was asked how
long I had been playing. I said 3 or 4 months. Clint said "You must be a
natural because it took me 3 or 4 years to get as good as you are."

I laughed and said, "It's probably beginners luck let's see what the score
is when we are finished."

But when we finished I had the second lowest score behind Phil. Clint said,
"I was right you are a natural."

I just shrugged and said, "I still think it was beginner's luck."

We started walking back to the clubhouse. Clint and Bill walked in front of
Phil and I as we walked through the crowd that Bill, Phil and Clint had
attracted.

Phil and I were talking about something to do with golf; I don't remember
what it was. I was on his right and I turned my head to look at him as I
was about to respond to a comment he had made when I saw a guy step out of
the edge of the crowd, raise a knife and start to stab Phil in the back.
Without even thinking I grabbed Phil's arm and pulled him toward me and
down as the assassin swung. Phil wasn't where the guy was stabbing but it
was too late to stop the swing and he was partially bent over. I kicked him
in the shin, put my hands together in a double fist and hit him on the
shoulder as he ran into me. He fell to the ground and a couple of
spectators threw themselves on top of him. But it didn't matter because he
had stabbed himself in the chest as he went down.

I turned to Phil and helped him up as he angrily said, "Why the hell did
you push me down on the ground?"

I didn't blame him for being upset. I just said, "Because that guy was
about to stab you I the back."

He looked at the guy on the ground, who was laying n his back with a knife
in his chest, covered in blood and turned white and turned around and
vomited.

Ex-President Clinton was halfway to the clubhouse surrounded by his secret
service detachment and Clint was surrounded by his body guards.

Police and club security quickly formed a cordon around the body, Phil and
I.

A couple of golf carts came up and Phil and I were put in one and Clint was
put in the other and we were rushed back to the clubhouse.

If you have ever watched a cop show on television you know what happened
next: medical examiners, crime scene investigators, emergency medical
technicians, detectives, interviews, newspapers, paparazzi.

It turned out to be the most photographed and videoed assassination attempt
in history. Hundreds of pictures and 3 videos from different perspectives
appeared on the internet within minutes of the event. The pictures and
videos went viral with hundreds of millions of hits worldwide. Television
and radio broke into regular programming with pictures and video from the
internet. An hour later 2 other videos appeared on national news from
people who had sold their film to the news media instead of putting it on
the internet.

I was the hero of the day. The most publicized picture from the event, the
one that showed up on magazine covers was a shot of me standing with my
double fist clinched having just pushed the assassin to the ground with the
assassin on my left and Phil on the ground to my right. The police really
had no questions because the whole event was photographed from beginning to
end.

Of course, at the time I knew about none of this. What had happened did not
strike me until after I had given my statement to the police and I had seen
one of the videos that had been uploaded to the internet. Although I had
pulled Phil out of the assassin's strike path, I realized that if the
assassin had not stabbed himself when he went down I could have been the
one that was killed. I'm not Rambo or superman I was just a 17 year old kid
who had reacted to events as they unfolded. My conscious mind and
imagination caught up with my body chemistry and I felt myself falling as I
passed out.

Nobody saw me go into shock after the fact and pass out except a couple of
club security guys and 2 EMT's. I had already been sequestered when that
happened.

My mother and father saw the seminal event on television in the club before
they saw me in person and my mother fainted also when she watched it but
when I woke up on an gurney dad was holding one hand and mom was holding my
other hand. Phil was also there and kept apologizing for snapping at me
when I had helped him to his feet.

"There is no way you have seen what was happening. It happened so fast."

"Thank you for saving my life, Art. Now I have to go and reassure my
family."

After he left my father squeezed my hand, smiled and said, "So this is the
way you keep a low profile eh."

All I could manage was a half a smile.

After a while Mr. Clinton and Mr. Eastwood came in to see how I
was. Mr. Clinton said, "I could understand if somebody came after me or
Clint but why would anybody want to kill Phil. It defies logic. We are
certainly glad you were there and reacted so effectively and that you
weren't hurt in the fracas. He handed me a couple of business cards. If
there is ever anything we can do for you here are our private cell
numbers."

"Mr., Hanson you are going to be inundated with mail, phone calls, offers,
threats, etc. I would like to offer my public relations staff for your use
until this all blows over as it will eventually although it may take
years. If that is agreeable to you I will have my PR guy contact you within
the hour so that you can set up procedures acceptable to you.

"Thank you Mr. Eastwood, I appreciate that and yes I will accept your kind
offer," said my dad.

"Your residence will be besieged by reporters and paparazzi. If Art is not
there they will eventually leave.

I have a beach house in Mexico where Art and your wife could go for the
next few weeks until media attention gets diverted by some other crisis. I
have a plane that could take you there that could take off at your
convenience. That is assuming that you do not want the media attention."

Then the manager of the Pebble Beach Golf Club came in with Phil Michelson.

"It is insane out there. I think every reporter; TV station and radio
station and half the golfers in the state are outside asking for you and
Mr. Michelson. Do you feel up to having a press conference? Please, if you
don't they will never go away."

The EMT spoke up at this point. "I really think he should go to the
hospital, shock in nothing to play around with. It is a zoo out there. The
media, the lights, the incessant need for a sound byte, they all want a
story they don't care about Art's health."

I sat up on the gurney and said, "I appreciate the advice but I feel fine,
let's get this over with."

So the adults took over, Phil came back in the room and they arranged the
press event. It took an hour to get it set up. The police went first and
declared the incident as an attempted assassination and self defense and
noted that the perpetrator had killed himself accidentally, then President
Clinton explained what had happened, Phil went on and explained that he was
unaware of what was going on until it was over and that he thanked God that
I had been there or he wouldn't be here now. Then he introduced me.  That
was where it all fell apart.

As the press conference progressed I could feel my pulse rising and my head
getting sweaty, but I was committed and had to go on. I walked out the door
and started walking to the podium with my dad on one side of me and my mom
on the other and realized that it was a mistake. Just like the EMT had
said, lights in my eyes, cameras running, flashbulbs popping, microphones
in my face, questions being thrown at me from every direction. It was like
a lion roaring in my face, I stumbled and went down as my body went into
shock. I heard my mom yell, "Art." as I fell and heard nothing else.

I woke up in a hospital bed. Mom was sitting by the bed with her head on my
stomach asleep I thought. I said, "Mom.  " "Art, Oh thank God, how do you
feel?"

"I've got to pee."

Suddenly the room was full of people. "Where am I, what happened?"

Everybody started talking at once.

"I really have to pee."

"Dad said, Come on, let me help you into the bathroom."

It turned out that there had been a couple of more heroes' that day. The
EMT's had still been worried and they were beside my parents as we moved
through the crowd. One of they caught me before I hit the floor and the
other caught my mother as she also fainted. Dad had gone nuts. He yelled
"get away from them" and started pushing reporters and cameramen away from
us. The police arrived and cleared people back, The EMT's got us both on
gurneys, into the ambulance and to the hospital in record time. All of that
video footage went viral on the internet also.

Mom woke up almost immediately in the ambulance, but they wouldn't let her
up until a doctor checked her over at the hospital. The same with me I just
took longer to wake up.

An ambulance took us to the airport where we took Mr. Eastwood's plane to
his villa on the beach.

We were there 3 days when dad got a call from Ellen Degeneres. The whole
family had new cell phones and new computers because we could have been
located via the GPS chip in our old phones and computers. We weren't
criminals but reporters were more tenacious than the police. She arranged
for Phil and her to come to Mexico and for her to film an interview with
Phil and me and to the air the interview on her show the next Monday.

The interview allowed me to explain what had happened with the assassin in
a non-threatening environment. Ellen also had a psychologist trained in
helping people suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) to
explain why I had kept on going into shock and why my family had whisked me
away into hiding. She also had interviews with President Clinton and Clint
Eastwood as part of the show.

It turned out that the assassin was a mental patient who had been released
as a cost cutting measure. It was never determined why he chose Phil to
attack.

The show was a great success for Ellen since nobody else had managed to get
an interview with me and a lot of people around the world were curious to
hear from me despite the fact that the whole thing had been video taped and
shown on television repeatedly. 100,000,000 people watched the show
domestically and probably 700,000,000 people watched it worldwide.

Mr. Eastwood's public relations staff turned out to be very helpful, since
we were besieged with letters and e-mails from fans and media. Fortunately
we never had to see any of it. Interestingly hundreds of thousands of
dollars were also sent to me in support by fans. All of the money was
funneled into a golfing charity since we didn't need the money.

I knew that Ellen program wouldn't end the media attention for me but at
least it would keep the media off of me for a while. Dad went back to work
at the end of the week and mom and I stayed at the villa and played golf
for the next two weeks. It was amazing how many great golfers came to
Mexico for a day or 2 during that period. Phil had a lot of friends and I
guess I got a few more along the way. It was amazing how much I learned
about playing golf during that time.

A lot of the guys were in their early twenties and a few of them really
turned me on, but I wasn't stupid enough to make a pass at any of
them. When I wasn't golfing I was at the beach; nobody knew who I was and
the place was full of hot guys.

One day I was in my Speedos sitting on a chair on the beach watching the
ocean. Two young Americans, blond, lean, tanned guys walked by and went
down the beach. At the time I was almost hypnotized by the water and I
remember thinking they were hot but it didn't break my fascination with the
ocean. About 15 minutes later they came by going the other way. I really
noticed them that time, they had on Speedos, with well defined bodies and
bubble butts. I felt my cock get hard in my Speedos and reached down and
adjusted my package while I followed them with my eyes. They were looking
at me in passing and saw me adjust my package. One of them said something
to the other, they started talking between themselves and they looked at me
and reached down and adjusted their packages.

I stood up and stretched and my hard cock was on full display. They watched
me for a minute, talked among them selves and walked over to me. They both
had erections in their Speedos. After a lot of meaningless conversation
they asked me if I wanted to go to their beach house with them. Of course I
said yes and off we went.

The first thing we did was shower because we were covered with sun tan
lotion, sweat and sand. We went into one of the bedrooms and they were all
over me. One guy was facing me in front and one guy was behind me and they
were both running their hands all over my body,

"Damn you are hot shit man," one of them said as he slid to his knees and
swallowed my cock. He sucked my dick and spread my cheeks so his buddy
could get his tongue on my asshole. He found that was awkward so he lay on
the floor and asked me so sit on his face. He slid to my knees and the guy
sucking me stood up and gave me his cock. I sucked on his cock ran my hands
over his torso as his buddy rimmed my ass and stroked my torso.

After a few minutes I got up and lay on my back on the bed with my head
hanging off the edge and said, "Face fuck me."

The guy who had been rimming me, got in position and slid his cock in and
out of my mouth, a little further each time until he was deep throating me
every time. The other guy sucked my dick for a while, and then pushed my
legs back over my torso, raising my butt and started rimming my ass. He
rimmed me for a while and then he put on a condom, lubed my ass, and then
slid his cock up my ass and commenced fucking me. After fucking me for a
while he pulled out, put a condom on my cock and sat on my dick facing
forward and then he fucked his ass with my dick. The guy face fucking me
leaned over and sucked his dick. After a few minutes they swapped
positions. The guy using my cock to fuck himself took a medium dildo from
the bedside table, lubed it up and used it to fuck my ass.

Then I heard somebody say, "I wondered where you guys disappeared to."

The guy face fucking me said, "Look what we found on the beach. Hold on
just a second and you can take my place face fucking him I am about to
come, like right now," and he blew his load in my mouth.

The new guy walked over, slid off his shorts, stuck his cock in my mouth
and face fucked me. The guy who had been face fucking went around the bed
and sucked the guy using my cock to fuck himself until the guy gave up his
load and then the guy who just came, knelt between my legs and sucked me
off. I came at about the same time as the guy who I was sucking shot his
load.

I went to the bathroom and washed up. When I went back to the bedroom the
new guy was sucking one guy and was being fucked by the other. I guess he
was making up for lost time.I said, "Thanks guys."

They waved at me and kept on fucking and sucking. I couldn't blame them I
would have done the same thing in their place.

I walked home. That was the only sex I got in Mexico and the only sex I got
for a while since we left Mexico the next day.

I dyed my hair and had got a great tan so mom and I traveled all over the
country during the next 3 weeks playing golf on TPC golf courses. I was
rarely recognized even when I was playing with a golfer who was very
recognizable. Mr. Eastwood turned out to be right about me. I was a natural
golfer.

Even when we got to Washington D.C. and played golf at the Congressional
golf course with Secretary of State Hilary Clinton and her husband Former
President Bill Clinton I don't think anybody knew who we were except for
the Secret Service guys. They told me that they didn't have to worry about
the Clinton's safety as long as I was with them. I knew they were joking
but it was nice of them to joke about it.

Mr. Clinton asked me where I was going to college. I explained that I had
signed up to finish school on the internet because there was no way I could
go back to high school with all of the notoriety surrounding me, and that I
had sent applications to all of the Ivy League colleges although there was
no guarantee that I would be accepted by any of them even though I had an A
average and had scored above 2200 on the SAT's. He replied that he didn't
think I would have any problem. I appreciated that he tried to make me feel
good about my chances.

Being famous or infamous was not all it was cracked up to be. I think mom
sort of enjoyed the sneaking around and traveling under false names with
real fake ID's and credit cards.

My sex life except for masturbation became almost non-existent. It wasn't
that I did not find guys to have sex with; it was that I did not think it
would have been cool to be outed by someone just because they recognized
me.. I knew that eventually I would come out or be outed but this didn't
seem like the time to do it and create another media storm. I did manage to
sneak in a few anonymous quickies every once in a while.

For Example, I was standing at the urinal in a convenience store
restroom. This cute guy I had noticed in the store came in, locked the door
and took the urinal next to me. I unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and
they dropped to my ankles. I looked over at his cock and saw that he was
pissing a golden steam. I wished he was pissing on me.

He finished pissing and started stroking his cock. It grew up to be about 6
inches long and very wide with a bulbous crown. I licked my lips as I
stroked my own cock which had grown fully erect.

I stepped back a step, turned sideways toward him and stroked my cock. That
really turned him off. He backed up and worked his erect cock back into his
jeans and zipped up. I thought I had really fucked this up, so I dropped to
my knees, reached out, stroked the bulge in his jeans and asked, "Please,
can I suck you off?"

"Yeah cocksucker, you can suck me off, just don't expect anything from me."

He undid his jeans and flipped his cock and balls out and folded the
elastic of his briefs underneath his balls. I immediately sucked on it,
because I didn't want him to change his mind. It was so wide I knew that,
even though it wasn't very long, that I was not going to be able to get but
half its length in my mouth. So I sucked on what I could take and wrapped
my hand around his shaft and jacked on the part I couldn't take down my
throat.

He wasn't complaining though. I was a pretty good cocksucker and he
obviously liked my tongue action on his crown, because he kept moaning and
stroking his stomach as I serviced his cock.

"Good tongue man; lick it all over. Yeah, that's good, cocksucker. Now suck
up and down, Oh fuck yeah man. Just like that, suck it. Shit yeah, man,
damn you're good; suck me."

Then he grabbed my head and held it in place as he fucked his cock in and
out of my mouth.

"Oh fuck, man; that's feels so good. Let's see how much you can take."

He forced his cock further and further in my mouth with each stroke until
finally I gagged.

"Shit man that's pretty good; you almost took it all. Now just hold still
while I fill your mouth with my cum."

He fucked my mouth again, but did not force it so far. He did it more
rapidly, yelled, "Shit," and blew his load. I let it fill up my mouth and
then swallowed as I savored its taste and then enjoyed the feeling as it
flowed down my throat.

He pulled out, walked to the sink, washed and dried his cock ad left. I
jacked off, put away my cock and went back into the store.

Another time I picked up a guy at the hotel swimming pool and asked him
back to my room. I went to the bathroom and when I came back out he was
naked, sitting backwards on the edge of a straight back chair with his 8
inch cock and balls hooked over the front edge of the chair presenting his
asshole, perineum, balls and cock for my pleasure. Damn that was a
beautiful sight.

"Do me."

I stripped off my bathing suit and my own 7 inch cock waved in the air as I
sat down on the rug cross legged in front of his ass and admired the
beautiful package of edible goodies with which I was presented.

I put one hand on each butt cheek and stroked and massaged his buttocks as
I leaned forward and ran my tongue down the crack of his ass. I didn't lick
his asshole but I did put my lips right in front of it and blew little
puffs of warm air directly on it. I let my hands caress his outer thighs,
the back of his calves and as far up his back as I could reach and I licked
all over his buttocks. I went back to his ass and ran my tongue up and down
the crack. I didn't lick his asshole but every time I licked down I again
put my lips right in front of it and blew little puffs of warm air directly
on it. As I was doing so I put the tips of the fingers of one hand on his
perineum and massaged the length of it and my other hand tickled and
caressed his balls.

"Oh yeah man, I love what you are doing! God damn, that's fucking great."

It was hard to keep my lips and fingers in the right places because he kept
squirming and would wriggle his ass on the chair.

"Fuck man, lick my asshole!"

I put my hand around the base of his cock and slid it up the length of his
shaft. Damn his cock was like a piece of steel. The urethra was like a
piece of reinforced steel running the length of his cock and extending back
into his perineum. I stroked up and down the length of his shaft for two or
three minutes. I loved the feel and texture of his hard cock. He sat up,
grabbed his buttocks and tried to spread them further than they already
were.  I went back to his ass and ran my tongue up and down the crack of
his ass. Again, I didn't lick his asshole but like before, every time I
licked down I put my lips right in front of it and blew little puffs of
warm air directly on it. As I was doing so, I did as I had done before, and
put the tips of the fingers of one hand on his perineum and massaged the
length of it and my other hand tickled and caressed his balls.

`Please man, God damn, lick my asshole please, please."

I ignored him. His cock was twitching up and down with pleasure and
excitement. I took the pre-cum he was excreting and using my thumb spread
it around the surface of his glans. This had him moaning and raising and
lowering his ass on the chair. I pressed the palm of my hand against his
glans from the front and turned it from side to side. He practically fell
off the chair as a reaction to the pleasurable sensation this gave him.

"Jesus man, you're driving me nuts. I love it."

I started licking just below his asshole and licked his perineum, balls,
along his urethra the length of his cock and his cock head and then licked
the same way coming back. I continued this for 5 minutes and had him
bouncing up and down on the chair. Then I turned around on my back, slid
under his cock and took his crown in my mouth and sucked it.

"Fuck yeah man, suck it. Oh God, I love your mouth."

I slid my lips about 5 inches up his cock and sucked back and forth. He had
a big dick and a large crown and he filled my mouth. I took it to 5 inches
again and held. He bucked his hips and fucked my mouth with short rapid
strokes.

"Oh man, on, shit, I love it. Take my cock man. Yeah!"

I pulled away and sat behind him again and repeated what I had just done, I
massaged his ass, licked his crack, blew air on his asshole, licked his
perineum and balls, and stroked his cock. He was twitching and squirming
and moaning and groaning. I was afraid I might have him too excited; I
didn't want him to spontaneously ejaculate and waste all that hard cock and
cum.

I got close to his asshole and blew hot air on his asshole. I put my thumbs
on either side of his asshole and pulled it wide and I suddenly stuck my
tongue up it as far as I could.

"Fuck. Oh yeah man that's what I wanted. Lick my asshole guy. Stick your
tongue up there."

I wiggled my tongue in his ass as I spread it as far as I could and
inserted my tongue as far as I could, in and out, in and out. I licked and
sucked and tongue fucked his asshole for 5 minutes until I had to come up
for air.

I got up, walked around to the side of the chair and stuck my cock in his
face. He swallowed it down his throat as far as he could and tried to suck
it, but his position was wrong, so I mouth fucked him. He loved it. I made
him eat my dick for 5 minutes then I pulled out.

"Fuck me man. Ram that cock up my ass."

I lubed up my cock, lined it up with his asshole and pushed it smoothly up
his ass until it was all in.

"Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhhh man. That feels great. Now fuck my ass man, fuck me."

I did, I slid my cock in and out of his ass. I could see the reflection of
his face in the mirror. He loved me plowing his ass. I fucked him for a
while then I pulled out.

"Oh no, please don't stop. I want you to blow your load in my ass. Please."

I reinserted and fucked him harder and faster. He squeezed his sphincter
muscle and really made his ass tight. It didn't take long. I rammed my dick
all the way in his ass and blew my load. I kept on fucking his ass till I
lost my hard-on.

"Fucking fantastic man. Love the way you fuck ass."

He stood up, turned around, sat down on the chair and started stroking his
cock. I dropped to my knees between his legs and took as much of his cock
as I could get in my mouth and sucked up and down as he stroked his tool. I
used one hand to fondle his balls and the other one went to his ass where I
stuck 2 fingers up his asshole and finger fucked him. He moaned and groaned
in ecstasy as we both worked on coaxing his cum out of his balls. I thought
it wouldn't have taken very long as keyed up as he had been, but our
ministrations went on for 10 minutes, before his muscles went taut, he
raised his butt off the chair and let loose a torrent of cum in my mouth
and down my throat.

"Awghhhhh, Shit, Ahhhhhh. Take my cum man, Swallow it all down."

I swallowed it all down. I slid up his cock until just his head was in my
mouth and licked and sucked on the head of his dick. He went wild as it was
particularly sensitive since he had just cum.

"God damn man. Don't. That's too sensitive. Shit. Stop."

I wouldn't stop licking it and wouldn't let go of his cock. He wiggled and
bucked and fell off the chair as he reacted to the sensations my tongue and
mouth created. Finally the sensitivity decreased and he just lay there on
the floor stroking my head and moaning as I continued to suck his dick
until he lost his erection. Then I let go.

"God damn guy, you really know how to give a man a good time. Can I use
your shower?"

"Sure, if you let me do the washing."

So we spent 30 minutes in the shower. Neither one of us could get hard
again but we sure enjoyed touching, stroking and caressing each others
bodies nor did we need erections to lick each others ass.

He finally had to leave to meet his wife.

The only other sex I got was when I was taking a leak in a restroom. There
was a hole in the stall next to the urinal. I hadn't even noticed it until
something touched my leg. I looked down and an arm was pushed through the
hole and was stroking my leg. I didn't know who the guy in the stall was
because I'd completely missed him when he came in. I edged over toward the
hole. The arm reached up and found my cock and started stroking it. It was
its normal 7 inches and had become erect without me noticing.

The arm disappeared back through the hole, a mouth appeared and a tongue
stuck through the hole. I stepped around the partition to see who was
there. It was a good looking, well built guy with his mouth glued to the
hole.

I stepped back to the hole and put the head of my cock against the tongue
and it licked the head of my cock. I pushed my cock in the hole and it
disappeared into a wet warm place. I kept pushing and my whole cock
disappeared into, what I assumed was, his mouth. I held my cock there and
he sucked on it with slow sucks up and down my shaft

There was just a slight suction that created enough friction, combined with
the hot, wet mouth to drive me nuts. I could feel my orgasm building. I
guess this was the way a good blow job was supposed to feel.

"Oh God, man, suck it, suck it, make me cum."

I felt the suction and the tempo increase as he went back and forth on my
cock with his lips. I hoped he didn't stop because I was almost there.

"Uhhhhh, aghhhhhh, ooohhhhh, I said, as I came in his mouth.

He just kept his lips wrapped around my cock and I could feel the
vibrations of him swallowing transferred through his mouth on my cock. Then
he let go of my cock and I pulled it back through the hole.

"Thanks man, that was great. Are you in here very often? I'd like to suck
you again."

"No, I'm just passing through." I said as I walked out.

We went back to San Diego and I started my senior year via the
internet. Dad earned $18,000,000 in bonus for the second quarter. Of course
half of that went to the government in taxes but he did buy 70,000 more
Apple shares.

I was recognized, especially when Phil and I played golf, but I was no
longer a media event, Thank God.

When I got a chance I would go out cruising in my car. One Saturday
afternoon I drove up to Oceanside to pick up Marines who were
hitchhiking. I picked up a well build nerdy guy with glasses. I've always
had a thing for good looking well build nerds. He wasn't a marine; he was
just a local teenager. He came on to me first almost as soon as he got in
the car. He directed me to a road out of town and down a side road and then
on to a dirt road. He had my cock out and in his mouth before I came to a
complete stop. After a few minutes of sucking he undid my pants and pulled
down my pants and shorts and asked me to take off my shirt.

He said, "God you are gorgeous," as he licked at my nipples and ran his
hands over my torso. He then went back to sucking my cock. Boy was he ever
a good cocksucker. He could take my whole cock, there were no teeth and it
was like my whole cock was in a hot inferno. In just a few minutes he had
me on the edge and then over and I was moaning and filling his mouth with
my cum. He swallowed my cum and licked up the residual and sucked me until
I was soft.

"Goddamn man that was great," I said.

"Can I lick your ass", he asked.

"Let's get in the backseat."

I took off my clothes, he lay on his back on the back seat and I sat my
asshole down on his face and he licked and sucked on it. I leaned over his
body and took out his 9" cock. I was long but slender. I sucked on the head
for a few minutes enjoying the pre-cum that was leaking from it, and then
went down on it as far as I could and then sucked up and down. Then I got
ready to by pass my gag reflex and took his cock till in bottomed in my
throat then I pushed my head down and felt his cock head slid down my
throat as I took the last two inches of his cock

"Oh fuck man, that's great. Nobody has ever taken my whole cock before."

I sucked and deep throated his cock for a while and then asked if he would
fuck my ass.

"Shit yeah guy."

I got out some lube and a condom and prepared his cock and my asshole and
then sat down on his cock facing him and let the whole thing slid up my
asshole.

"Oh fuck," He said.

I pulled my ass up his cock about halfway and said, "Fuck my ass man."

He flexed his hips and went up and down driving his cock in and out of my
ass. I though he would cum in a couple of minutes but 10 minutes later he
was still fucking my ass and I had an erection again.

Finally I stood up, turned around, put my cock in his mouth and then took
his into mine and we deep throated each others cock. He stuck his middle
finger up my ass and finger fucked me as he sucked my cock. I fucked his
mouth with my cock as he fingered my ass and sucked my dick. I could tell
he was coming and so was I and we both shot off at the same moment into
each others mouth.

We licked the cum off of each others cock and I provided a wash towel to
wipe us off and we got out of the car and got dressed.

"Jesus dude that was fantastic."

"Yeah it was man thanks. I guess you don't bottom, eh?"

"I never have but you make it look like such fun I think I might try it."

"I don't suppose we will ever see each other again>"

"Probably not, I am not from around here."

"Too bad."

I let him out in town, drove down to the beach, went to one of the
restrooms and washed off my cock and ass in one of the stalls. I then
walked over and sat on one of the benches and watched the water and the
people.

There were a lot of good looking guys that passed by but I was satiated and
was content to just appreciate the view as they went by. There was one guy
that I had passed on the way into the john that ordinarily I would have
pursued in an instant if I hadn't just had such satisfying sex. He was
probably a year older than me and looked exactly like a guy I had had a
crush on in high school. He was good looking, well built and had probably
been the quarterback in high school. He was dressed like I was, short
shorts and a t-shirt. He didn't have a visible package which meant he
either had an average size or smaller cock or maybe he was a grower. If he
was a grower the way his shorts fit if he got an erection or even a partial
one he would have a very visible package. That was something I didn't even
think about I just knew because the same thing applied to me. I was a
grower.

I never saw him go in the restroom, but he kept appearing in my field of
vision so I eventually focused on him as he leaned against a railing about
50 feet in front and to the left of me. He got my attention and my interest
as I felt my cock harden and I reached down and adjusted my package without
even thinking about it. When I looked at him he wasn't looking at me, but I
saw him smile as I adjusted my crotch. He ran his hand over his crotch and
could see the outline of his cock and I thought I saw the head of his cock
peeking out of his shorts.

Something else caught my attention and when I looked back he was gone. That
was a little disappointing because I thought that interplay might have led
to something.

I decided to head back home and got up and went back to my car. As I pulled
on to the street I saw him ahead of me walking backwards with his finger
out hitchhiking. Of course I stopped and picked him up.

He said he just needed a ride a couple of miles down the street to his
motel where he and 3 of his marine buddies were staying for the weekend. As
we drove down the street he played with his crotch and I saw he had a huge
erection.

"Do you have some place we can go? Can we use your hotel room or are your
buddies there."

"I don't think they are there, they are not supposed to be back until late
tonight."

So we went to his motel room. As soon as we got in the room he got behind
me, and massaged my shoulders. They he put his arms around me and ran his
hands all over my chest and stomach licked my ear and whispered. "God, I
could eat you up."

He slid his hands down to my waist and undid my shorts, put his hands in
the waistband on my shorts and pushed my shorts and underwear down to my
ankles and I stepped out of them. He was on his knees behind me; he
massaged my ass cheeks with both hands and whispered, "Beautiful," as he
spread them and licked at my ass hole with his tongue.

He said, "Let's move to the bed. I slid off my t-shirt and he rapidly shed
his clothes and lay on his back in the middle of the bed.

"Sit on my face," he said.

I straddled his face facing his feet and he made love to my asshole for 10
minutes while he ran his hands over my body, stroked my cock and played
with my balls. It had been looking at his 6" cut cock with the large head
sticking up from between his legs and couldn't resist any longer. I leaned
down over his body and took his cock in my mouth down to his pubic hair and
slid my mouth up and down his cock 4 or 5 times. On my fifth stroke down,
his whole body jerked and my mouth filled with his load. After I had
swallowed it down and licked off his cock. I said, "I didn't expect that so
fast."

"That's because you suck cock real good and I tend to come fast the first
time."

"The first time," I queried.

"Yeah, I can do that 3 or 4 times before my cock softens. Is that a
problem? Most guys just want to come and go and are not interested in
sucking me off 3 or 4 times or getting fucked after they have shot off. I
would love to suck you off but that is one reason why I have delayed in
sucking your cock."

That's no problem for me unless my jaw gets tired, but you can suck me off
and if you fuck me I can probably come a couple of more times. Let's just
see how it plays out. I love getting face fucked, why don't you try that."

I lay on the bed with my head over the edge and he stood behind me and slid
his cock in and out on my mouth, sometimes forcing it deep in my mouth and
sometimes not. Sometimes he would just have me suck on the large head of
his cock. I liked it and he seemed to. Then he laid his body on top of mine
and sucked on my dick as he face fucked me. After a few minutes he came off
my cock and increased the speed with which he was fucking my
mouth. Suddenly he said, "Oh fuck." As he shot his load and kept on fucking
my mouth. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it, I said, "I'm coming."
He leaned down and took my cock in his mouth right before I shot off and
got my whole load in his mouth.

I said, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Shit yeah man. Let me get a condom and some lube."

I got on my knees and pushed my ass over the edge of the bed; he lubed us
up, put his cock on my asshole and slowly slid in up my ass.

"Oh God, you are so tight, that's great."

He fucked me a few more times and then put on more lubricant.

He went a little faster for a while and then added more lubricant and then
fucked me faster and harder.

He had me get on my back, added more lube and reinserted his cock up my ass
and rough fucked me.

"Tell me to stop if it's too much."

His assault on my prostate had brought my cock erect again and he stroked
it as he fucked me. "

I'm gonna come."

He leaned over me and managed to suck my cock and to continue to fuck me. I
gave him my load and he stood up and continued to butt fuck me with the
full length of his cock until he yelled, "awgh," and shot his load in the
condom up my ass, then he pulled it out and stripped off the condom. I
turned around, lay on my back and presented my open mouth to him. He stuck
his cock in my mouth and I licked off the cum and then he started face
fucking me again.

He did that for a while and then he had me lay on my stomach and he put on
another condom, lubed up his cock, inserted it in my ass, lay his body on
top of me and slowly and steadily fucked my ass. He reached out his arms
and took my hands in his and held them as he fucked me. This was his 3rd
time coming and it took him about 15 minutes. As he neared ejaculation he
pulled out of my ass, stripped off the condom and we assumed a 69 position
and sucked each other off for the last time. When we finished his cock
softened down to about and inch and a half.

We kissed and cuddled for about 15 minutes and then took a shower and got
dressed. He turned on the TV and I left.

As I walked back to my car, a guy came out of a room in a skimpy bathing
suit with a towel around his neck. He was a beautiful black guy about my
age with a well defined rock hard body. The first thing I thought was, "I
would blow him anywhere and anytime." My eyes went to his crotch, but of
course there was no bulge, this was a family motel. I wanted to reach out
and run my hands over his body as we passed. I stepped off the sidewalk and
let him pass and our eyes met and he tilted his head at me at my
courtesy. My car was only 2 spaces away and I got out my keys and turned
back to open the door. I looked up and the there was the black guy looking
back at me. I looked back at him and moved out to he could see over the
hood and stroked my crotch.

He turned around and walked back to his door, ignoring me as he walked,
then he put his key in lock, opened the door, looked back at me directly in
my eyes, went inside and left the door open. I wasn't sure about whether he
was picking me up or not, so I leaned against the car next to me. After a
minute he came back to the door, looked out around it, saw just me and
pulled the door wider, he was standing there bare assed naked with an
erection. I stood up and walked in the door and he shut it behind me.

He turned toward me, put his hand on my shoulder and encouraged me to kneel
down. On my knees I was right in front of his cock. It was 6 inches long,
cut about 5 inches in circumference with a nice head on it. It was about to
drop a pearl of pre-cum so I stuck out my tongue and licked it off the end
of his cock.

"Suck me off man, I've only got a few minutes before my wife wonders where
I am."

I ran my hands over his hard muscular legs and went down on him and sucked
back and forth on his cock. I let my hands run over his hard stomach and
breast muscles as I deep throated his cock.

He was obviously impatient because he took my head in his hands and face
fucked my mouth. I played with his balls while he used my mouth. He fucked
my mouth faster and harder, suddenly pulled my head all the way down on his
cock and shot his wad. Talk about a lot of cum, he came again and again
while I swallowed and swallowed.

I got up, said, "Thanks, I enjoyed that," and turned to leave.

"Wait", he said, "Can I suck your cock?"

"Sure," I said, as I pushed my shorts and underwear down, "but I don't know
if I can come or not."

"It doesn't matter, you are beautiful,"

He got down on his knees and sucked on my cock. He was a good cocksucker,
so he got me hard but I didn't come. Finally I could feel the cum moving up
my dick just as he stopped sucking.

"Don't stop."

He went back to sucking and in a minute I came. He licked it all up looked
so happy.

"That was great men but you have to go."

We got our clothes on and I left, went to my car and got in.

I backed out as a women came around the corner. I turned onto the street as
she knocked on the door.

I drove back to San Diego. All in all it had been a good day

To be continued