Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 10:09:04 -0700
From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com>
Subject: Low Hanging Fruit 13 By Mark James

Low Hanging Fruit 13 by Mark James

(Wayne and Art were talking. Art Asked Wayne.)

That brings up another question. Where do you tell your family you are when
you are over here?"

"I don't tell them unless they ask specifically and then I tell them I am
at your house."

When I am outed they will ask you if you ever had sex with me and ask if
you are gay also. You might consider what you will say when that happens.

"In the meantime I said, as I grabbed his cock, why don't I suck your cock
and get you really hard and you can fuck me with it."

"Sounds like a plan" he said as he fed his cock into my mouth.

After I got his cock hard, I lay on the bed, with a pillow beneath my lower
back and swung my legs over my head which exposed my asshole and brought it
higher so Wayne had better access to it. He positioned himself between my
legs and slid his cock up my ass after donning a condom and well
lubricating it and my asshole. He laid his body on top of mine and we
kissed while he slowly slid his cock in and out of my ass.

"Jesus, he said, this is really erotic with a dildo up my ass. It's not
going to take me very long to get off."

`Well when you get close, take off the condom, straddle my face and put
your cock in my mouth before you come. I want your load."

"Damn, you are a cum hound."

"You bet your ass I am."

So in a few minutes he gave me his load and let me suck his cock until it
softened. He lay beside me and "your turn."

"Lets pull out the dildo and I will try fucking you in various positions
until you find the one you like the best."

We tried the doggie position first. I lubed up his ass real good and then I
put on a condom and lubed it up good and slid my cock head in his ass. He
said "Ouch." I pulled out, added more lube and went in again half the
length of my cock.

"That is not bad," he said.

I pushed the rest of my cock in his ass.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah"

"It's like another baseball bat up my ass."

So, I pulled out and re-lubed the length of my cock, went back in and
slowly fucked his ass with the length of my cock.

We then tried lying on his stomach, lying on his back, on his back with the
legs pulled forward, from the top with his shoulders on the floor and his
torso in the air, on his left side and then the right side.

"I think that is enough, my asshole is getting uncomfortable. Let me suck
you off, I am sure you are ready to come."

So I stuck a dido up my ass and I straddled his chest and let him practice
deep throating me as I face fucked him. He worked the dildo in and out of
my ass as he sucked and I came soon thereafter. He took my cum and didn't
gag although he went and spit it out afterwards.

We spent the rest f the day playing tennis and then went to the movies with
a couple of other friends of ours.

Phil suggested I play in the 2010 U. S. Open Golf Tournament and said he
could probably get me an exemption so I wouldn't have to qualify. After
thinking about it I told him I appreciated it but I thought I would try to
qualify for the tournament; if I couldn't qualify I shouldn't play.

At Christmas we all went to Costa Rica. Dad was worried about the U S
economy and the stability of the currency and decided to investigate
overseas investments. We wrote off the expense as a business trip and it
really was although it was like a vacation.

I had asked Wayne if he wanted to go with us but he declined. He said he
would love to go but that Christmas was a big event at their house and his
family would be hurt if he wasn't there. I gave him his Christmas and
essentially his goodbye present before we left. It was a top-of the line
satellite phone with encryption technology, the fees on which were prepaid
for the next 5 year. With it, even if it was lost of stolen, he would have
complete privacy and anonymity.

I was going to miss Wayne but at least we could keep in touch. I had asked
Dad to set up a trust fund to fund a scholarship for him to use to go to
college. I had persuaded him to apply for various scholarship programs
which included mine. Some time after I had moved to San Antonio, he called
me and said he took the one I had funded, even though he didn't know that
it was me who had funded it because it paid far more of his expenses than
any other he had applied for and he got to select the college he wanted to
go to. He had been accepted by 2 colleges he applied to.

I invited Wayne over for a farewell dinner with my family a couple of days
before we left for Costa Rica. We had a great time because mom and dad
really liked Wayne. After dinner mom and dad made an excuse to leave for
the evening and left us together after a tearful farewell to Wayne.

We sat in the living room and talked about remembrances, and people from
high school. Then the talk drifted over to sex and he described all kinds
of sex he wanted to try Of course that led to both of us having erections
and he took out his hard cock and said it wants to play.

We quickly stripped down.

I put a condom on his cock and lubed up him and my ass.

I mounted him and slowly let my ass sink on his cock.

"Oh fucking Jesus" he said as I slowly rode his dick up and down.

My ass was on fire and I loved it. Suddenly he grabbed me by the ass,
repositioned me, leaned forward and took half the length of my cock in his
mouth and sucked me.

He kept busy sucking my cock. He had more stamina than I did because I came
first and he took my load and didn't spit it out.

I got off his cock, stood on the sofa, stuck out my ass and held on to the
back of the sofa as he stood up, reinserted in my ass and fucked the hell
out of me. He eventually pulled out and stripped off the condom. I fell to
my knees and he rammed his cock down my throat and shot off.

He knelt on the sofa, reached back, spread his cheeks and said, "Please
fuck me."

He didn't do that immediately. First he got on his knees and rimmed me for
15 minutes. He had to leave time for my cock to recover.

Finally he said, "Please fuck my ass."

I said, "God, you no more learn to take a cock up your ass and you become
insatiable" and then I slid my dick up his ass and fucked him hard and fast
until I came in the condom.

I turned him over, stripped off the condom, straddled his chest, slid my
cock in his mouth and said, "Juicy just for you."

"That's a good boy. Now kiss me and let me taste my own cum."

I kissed him. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue in my mouth and I
sucked on his tongue, getting as much of my own cum as I could.

Then he swung off the sofa, got on his knees and started stroking my cock.

"Oh thank you, sweet Jesus. I didn't think you would get any more erections
tonight," he said as he went down on me and sucked.

"Please, just lay back and enjoy me sucking you off. I'm going to make this
last as long as I can. I hope you are begging me to let you come before I
finish. "

So I just lay there on the sofa, with my legs spread wide and with him
kneeling between my legs sucking my cock for the next hour. He edged me,
bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again and again just by sucking
on my cock. I eventually wanted to come so bad it actually hurt. Finally I
begged him to let me come. Surprisingly he didn't have me cum in his
mouth. He made me come all over my chest and stomach and then licked my
dick clean and licked the come off of my body, which again ended with us
French kissing.

He flopped on the sofa next to me and said, "Sweet Jesus that was out of
the fucking world. I thought I was gonna cum without touching my cock. Look
at it."

I did and it was covered with pre-cum. I leaned over and licked it off of
his cock. He gasped, grabbed my head, forced it down on his cock as the
pushed into my mouth by pushing his hips up and blew another load in my
mouth.

I licked that all up and he was still hard.

"Don't you ever run out of steam?"

"Usually, I seem to be setting a record tonight. You are such a hot,
fucking sex partner it is unbelievable

Here, lay across my lap. No the other way. I'm going to jack you off. Hand
me that bottle of lube."

I stroked his cock, with one hand and then the other and then with both. I
used my thumbs to stroke just the head of his cock until I thought he was
gonna fall off the sofa from the sensations I caused in his cock. Lots of
lube and lots of stroking and his body was shaking and shivering like you
wouldn't believe.

"Oh fuck, shit damn, Right there, please, oh God."

I saw the head of his cock expand as his body tensed, suddenly he released
and a stream of come hit him in the face and went in his mouth. I leaned
forward and the next stream hit me in the face, then the force lessened and
he sprayed all over his chest and stomach.

"Damn, where the hell does all of that come, come from?"

He didn't answer. It was a rhetorical question anyway. He was too busy
licking his cum off of my face and I got busy licking the come off of his
and then I was licking the cum off of his cock and chest. He was busy
collecting it on his fingers and bringing it to his own mouth.

It would have been comical if we could have seen ourselves doing it.

But he still had an erection.

"What can I tell you I'm a stud," he said.

I said, "Well this stud is going to the bedroom."

He followed me in the room, took me in his arms from behind and rubbed his
cock up and down the crack of my ass.

"Want me to lay you on the bed and fuck you."

I laughed and said," Well, bring it on, stud."

"I have another erection. I can hardly believe it."

"Do you want me to stop before I come so that you can take it in your
mouth?"

"Do whatever you want, I've probably had enough of your cum tonight."

So he played with my ass cheeks and fingered my ass until I said, "Please
fuck me."

He put his dick up my ass, lay on top of me and slowly fucked me. At least
it started out that way, but he got faster and faster the closer he got to
orgasm until finally the bed was bouncing and things were falling on the
floor elsewhere in the room. His head was right beside mine and I could
here him moaning and anything else he said. He used cuss words that I had
never heard before. Then he said, "take my cum," and had his orgasm.

He flipped me over, took off the condom and threw it in the trash and got
into a 69 position and sank his slimy cock in my mouth as he starting
sucking on mine. I cleaned the cum off of his cock and let his erection
slip from my mouth. I really wasn't in the right position to effectively
suck him off. He didn't edge me this time but it still took him ten minutes
to suck me off while he was jacking his cock. He came when I did and there
was no come from either one of use.

"Guess we ran out of ammunition." he said.

"Looks like it."

We lay on the bed and kissed and cried and talked for half and hour. Then
we took a shower, kissed some more, cried some more and he went home.

In Costa Rica I went to the beach, mom went shopping and dad went to
business meetings. I went surfing a couple of times, but the surf wasn't
very good. So I jus hung around on the beach cruising. I practically had to
fend off girls and women hitting on me until I started telling them I was
gay. The word must have spread because Most of them left me alone after
that.

One day, I was sitting on the beach waxing my surfboard when this guy
walked up to me and said, "Hi."

I looked up and saw a great looking, muscular 20 year old, lean, tanned,
stud standing there in his bathing suit. I smiled at him and said, Hi."

"My sister told me you are gay so I thought I would ask you whether that
was true or whether you were just trying to get rid of her."

He squatted down next to me and smiled and I had a big hard on immediately.

"Yes, I'm gay, Are you?"

"Well I like to think of myself as straight, but when the right guy comes
along I realize I'm bi. You certainly look like one of the right guys."

"Is that a proposition?"

"If you are interested, we can go to my hotel room?

"Which hotel?"

He pointed to one and I said "That is also where I'm staying."

I stood up and my erection was obvious.

He said, "I see you are ready, let's go."

On the way I told him my age and that I was there with my parents. He said
he was there with a group of college girls and guys and asked if my parents
knew I was gay. I told him they did and had no problem with it.

We both showered to get off the sun tan oil and sand and I asked him what
he wanted to do, if he just wanted a blow job? I had a full hard 7 inch
erection and his cock was semi erect, and looked to be the same size when
fully erect.

"I want to suck your dick."

"Ok," I said as he knelt and swallowed up my cock. He was obviously not a
novice. As he sucked my cock he stroked my legs, my butt cheeks and my
torso. After he sucked me for a while he stood up and said, "Eat me."

So we swapped places and I went down on him and sucked his cock. I could
deep throat it so I did.

"Oh fuck man, that's great."

He grabbed my head and roughly deep throat face fucked me all the time
making verbal comments about how good it was, and how good a cock sucker I
was. Then he abruptly pulled away and lied on his back on the bed and said,
"Sit on my face man. Let me eat your ass."

I turned around at the edge of the bed, squatted down, spread my cheeks and
sat my asshole on his mouth. He immediately attacked it with his tongue,
making all sorts of enjoyable comments and sticking his tongue up my ass as
far as he could get it. He rimmed me until I finally had to shift
positions.

I turned around and he slid backwards putting his head over the edge of the
bed and said, "Fuck my mouth."

I pushed my cock slowly down his throat to my pubic hair and then back up
and out and repeated this for 10 minutes until finally he said, "Fast fuck
me man."

So I fast fucked his mouth until I felt like I was about to come. I pulled
out my cock, straddled his chest and started sucking his cock while he ate
my ass. After a few minutes I pulled his legs back and brought his butt
forward, leaned over and rimmed him.

I moved my body down, sat up on my knees and ran my cock up and down the
crack of his ass.

"Oh God yes, fuck me, there are condoms and lube in the bedside table
drawer."

I got up, got covered and lubed, he flipped over, got on his knees with his
ass in the air and I stood at the edge of the bed and stuck my cock up his
ass and commenced fucking him. From the moans and groans he was making I
couldn't/t tell whether it hurt or he enjoyed it, until I tried to pull out
and he said, "No, don't stop, Fuck my ass." What I did was flip him over
and fucked him from the front. From this position I was just able to suck
on the head of his cock as I fucked his ass. After a few minutes of this I
said, "My turn."

I withdrew, pulled off the condom and put one on his cock, lubed it and my
ass up, straddled his stomach and sat down on his cock and slid down until
I was impaled on his cock. I leaned over his body and kissed him which
raised my ass off of his cock and he elevated his and hips and roughly
fucked my ass.

After a few minutes of being fucked we assumed a side by side 69 position
after I took off the condom and sucked each others cock. We both worked our
middle fingers up the others asshole and finger fucked each other until we
both came in our partners mouth.

I got up and brought back warm wet towels and dry ones and cleaned us up
and we lay side by side on the bed.

"You did that pretty good for somebody who isn't gay," I said.

"Sex is sex," he said.

We went and played tennis for a couple of hours then parted company.

When we came back we moved to our new place in San Antonio which cost
$4,500,000 and rented out the Scottsdale house, it was worth $4,000,000
now. We got a whole lot more house for the same money in San Antonio than
we did in Scottsdale, but a lot of it was office space since dad was
working from home. We kept hiring people, Dad needed an assistant, and mom
and dad needed a social secretary.

Dad said our next business trip was going to be to Brazil and he had signed
up for a course in Portuguese through Rosetta Stone and that if we wanted
to we could learn it together. So that is what we did.

Dad moved the company headquarters to San Antonio with about 20% of the
staff and left the rest in Arizona.

Dad told mom and me that the company had made $500,000,000 in the last
quarter and his bonus was $125,000,000 but that that kind of money was
going to go away after a couple of quarters as the backlog of houses
disappeared. Banks were not selling foreclosures cheaply any more, there
was lots of competition and dad said that the company would probably shut
down within a year. He said he had worried about all of the employees who
were going to lose their jobs when the company shut down so in the
beginning he had set up Roth IRAs for every employee in the company and in
the property management company that we had bought and had run enough
housing purchases through the IRA so that most employees were well off. The
money was all tied up in retirement accounts of course, but anybody who had
wanted to was allowed to invest in our syndicates and many of them were
going to do quite well out of it.

The pharmaceutical stock had grown from $.84 to $11.00 a share. It had
doubled in price within days of dad purchasing shares at $.84, so he had
invested the balance of the funds in my IRA and Roth accounts in the
beginning of June and bought 4,000,000 shares in my personal account at
about $1.70. The 1,009,400 shares in my Roth IRA were worth 11,100.000 and
the 1,37,0588 shares in my IRA were worth about $15,000,000. When he stock
doubled again in a month dad bought 4,000,000 more shares at 4.00 a share
in my personal account. That was $8,000,000 in cash and $8,000,000 on
margin. We figured that loading up when the stock was cheap was the smart
thing to do. The stock kept going up and we put in a stop loss order at
$4.00 so we wouldn't lose any money.

Dad said he had an unusual proposition he wanted to run by us. He said, "I
have a chance to buy some commercial property out of a bankruptcy for
$100,000,000. That is about 9 % of its value. This deal is not a part of
the company and I would set up a separate legal entity to handle it. I have
a potential buyer at $950,000,000 which is a $150,000,000 discount off its
value. I am going to offer the partners in my company a half interest. My
question is do you want to put up the remaining $50,000,000 or the whole
$100,000,000 if they are not interested. The probable profit is
$400,000,000 or $800,000,000 to us. The realtor commission and closing
costs will run close to $50,000,000. The upside is that we stand to make a
lot of money, which is if we take it out of the Roth IRAs and regular IRAs
it will only be partially taxable. The downside is that it is not a done
deal until it is done. Do you want to risk $50,000,000 or $100,000,000?

It was a no-brainer for my mother and me and for his company's partners so
we went for it. It took a few months to carry out but I ended up with about
$120,333,000 in my regular IRA and $80,000.000 in my Roth IRA and so did
mom and dad. I was nice not having to write the government a check for half
of our earnings.

Dad told mom and me that the company had made $500,000,000 in the first
quarter and his bonus was $125,000,000. They had stopped buying foreclosed
property and were going to liquidate what they had in the next two quarters
and then close down the company.

I had had to liquidate my Jazz pharmaceutical stock in my Roth and IRA
accounts to fund the purchase so in April of 2010 I bought 2 million shares
of the pharmaceutical stock at $9.71 a share in both accounts since we were
told that it was still expected to soar. Of course my dad had had to
actually liquidate the account and to buy back in just as he did with the
purchase price money because I was not old enough to control my own
accounts.

I now had more than 9 million shares in my regular account at an average
price of $4.07 and 4 million in my IRA accounts at $9.71. Mom and dad had
about 15 million at about $4.50 plus what was in their IRA accounts.

At that point the Jazz stock was at about $9.00 giving me a paper value of
around $82,000,000 on my 9,190476 shares in my regular account on an
investment of $42,000,000.

I bought another 2 million shares on margin at $7.66 it the beginning of
June. Of course the value of the account fluctuated up and down as the
price of the stock varied.

In December of 2009 I had gotten an early letter from Harvard and some
other Ivy League schools saying I had been accepted. This surprised me
because I did not think acceptance letters went out until months later and
because I didn't expect to be accepted by more than one college-Harvard was
a long shot.

Then 2 weeks later Bill Clinton called me asked if I had been accepted by
any college that I had applied too. I told him I had and listed the
colleges from whom I had got acceptance letters. He laughed and said, "I
said you would get in. It helps to have friends in high places."

"What do you mean," I asked.

"I talked to some friends of mine and they know people who know people, who
are very influential at Ivy League schools and Clint Eastwood, Ellen
Degeneres, Hilary and I separately wrote recommendation letters on your
behalf. I know Phil and Tiger Woods did as well as a lot of other
golfers. I don't know for sure but I think Hilary asked the President to
write one also so I would have been shocked if you hadn't been accepted,
although you probably would have gotten in on your own merits."

I said, "I'm flabbergasted. I don't know what to say except to say thank
you."

"You are more than welcome. Why don't we play a little golf? I'll check my
schedule and get back to you. Don't forget now you have to decide which
college to attend."

I eventually chose to go to Harvard, but that was down the road. Phil had
got me interested in the U. S. Open and when I wasn't in school or on the
internet I was playing golf trying to improve my game. The US Open in 2010
was being played at Pebble Beach in June. Phil found me a local caddy that
was familiar with the Pebble beach course to work with me starting in April
of 2010 and Phil showed me a lot of his own techniques.

The qualifying trials were in May and the tournament was in June if I
qualified. I hadn't been back to Pebble beach since Phil's attempted
murder, but I started playing there when I could, to not only become
familiar with the course but to insure that I overcame any residual PTSD
trauma that I might still harbor from that event.  I did manage to squeak
by the qualifying rounds and earned an entry into the 2010 US Open Golf
Tournament.

When mom and dad and I showed a week before the tournament so that I could
get in some practice at least I didn't feel like a stranger in a strange
land. My problem was psychological- "What the hell was I doing here," I
began to think. I was thinking myself out of any ability to play before the
event even started and in showed up in every round of golf I played.

On Saturday I told mom and dad that I wanted to discuss something with them
so we all sat down in our suite and dad said, "What's up Art."

I just blurted it out. I said, "I don't think I can win this tournament and
I am going to withdraw."

Dad looked at mom, then at me and said in a calm rational voice, "I don't
think anybody thinks you are going to win this tournament. You are up
against the best golfers in the world. I think everybody would be surprised
if you made the cut because approximately 2/3 of the players won't. We
thought you just wanted to play in a PGA event to see what it was like and
to gain some experience. No wonder your game has gone to hell if you have
been under the impression that everybody, especially us, expected you to
win."

Mom said, "The only expectation we have is that you will have fun and enjoy
yourself. I can tell you have put yourself under a great deal of
psychological pressure and there is no reason for that. You won your entry
position fair and square and you have as much right to be here as anybody
else. When you play just using your own style you are as good as anybody in
the field. There is no reason why you can't win except if you talk yourself
out of it. Your playing style is like Bubba Watson's and Phil
Mickelson's. They play by instinct and so do you. Just go out there and
play your own game, don't worry about what you are supposed to do or where
you are in the tournament rankings. Do the best you can for your own sake,
not for us or anybody else, and we will be proud of you no matter what
happens. So let's go eat breakfast and then you can get back on the
course."

They hit the nail on the head. I hadn't realized what I was doing to
myself. So I just played my game my way and it was amazing how much better
my scores got as I practiced. Phil showed up on Monday and we played 2
games together. I even played in a foursome with Tiger Woods. Then the
first day of the tournament was upon us. Phil played in the morning and I
played in the afternoon, according to the US Golf Association schedule.

It is all well and good to talk about not being psyched out but for a guy
who was only 18 (my birthday fell in the middle of the tournament) and
playing before the world in his first and probably only professional golf
tournament I was terrified. Playing golf is one thing, playing professional
golf is another, and having thousands of people only a few yards away and
having everything televised to millions of people's homes carries the
psychological intimidation to the extreme. I bogeyed the first hole, the
2nd, the 3rd, the 4th the 5th and the 6th. I was a basket case. I guess I
was lucky I didn't double or triple bogey some of them.

Between the 6th and 7th hole Phil got me alone, or as alone as you can get
with TV cameras every 20 feet. He essentially said, "You are trying too
hard. You are trying to play like everybody else; you have got to play your
own game. Ignore what everybody else is doing; pretend that you are just
out for a little golf with some friends. You are a natural at this, quit
trying and play by your gut and you will do a lot better, now get back in
there and give um hell Art."

Of course that was exactly what my parents had said, so I started playing
by instinct and my game improved. I parred the next 4 holes and then I
birdied the next 4 and made an eagle on the next one and suddenly I was at
even par again. I parred the 16, bogeyed the 17th and birdied the 18th and
finished at even par.

I felt like I had run a gauntlet and for the first time I looked at a
scoreboard. I was tied with 22 guys at even par, and there were only 14
people ahead of me with a -4 as the low score. No matter how badly I
thought I had played I was one of the leaders in the field and the lead
amateur in the field. Phil caught up with me as I went to record my score
and made sure that I did everything correctly.

I did an on-camera interview and had no idea what I had said until I saw in
on TV later. For being a basket case I didn't come across as a complete
idiot and I found out that the lead score had dropped to -3 after the whole
field had finished playing.

I realized that just talking to people could be a psychological minefield
so I didn't talk to people. Mom and dad and I went back to our suite, used
room service to order dinner and I went to bed at a reasonable hour because
the next day golf started for me at 8:00 AM.

I bogeyed the first hole but I didn't let it upset me because bogeys
happen. I pictured in may mind what I wanted the ball to do with each shot
and I birdied the next 6 holes. On the 8th hole I missed the fairway and
bogeyed the hole, but I birdied the 9th hole. I ignored the other players,
the crowds, the score board and the TV cameras and pretended I was just
playing a round at my favorite golf course. I parred 10 and 11 and the
birdied the next five holes. I took a bogey on the 17th hole and then I
birdied the 18th hole.

Mom and dad met me as I left the 18th hole about as excited as I have ever
seen them, Dad grabbed me in a bear hug and said, "Did you know you are
leading the field by 7 strokes?"

I said, "No I didn't, I never looked at a scoreboard."

"All these people are clapping for you. Turn around, wave your hat and
acknowledge the crowd."

I turned around, waved my hat in the air and bowed to the crowd. The
clapping and yelling doubled in intensity.

I went off to the scorer's tent and made sure all of my figures were right
before I signed my card for the round. I walked out into a mob of friends,
well wishers, paparazzi, TV cameras and interviewers. I hated interviews,
the TV interviewers asked such dumb questions, but I got through
it. Basically what I said was that I thought I was lucky and I thought I
was playing beyond my own skill level.

One comment stuck with me however. The interviewer asked me if I was
playing a different course than the other guys. "Most players are glad to
just maintain par, what did you do that allowed you to score a -10." I
replied that I just played my game, shut out everything else and never
looked at a scoreboard.

Of course being at -10 really didn't mean much, because the best players in
the world including Phil and Tiger Woods were playing in the afternoon but
at least I didn't have to worry about making the cut.

I spent the next 4 hours with reporters talking not only about golf but the
attempted murder of Phil, the books I and my father had written and my 3
appearances on the Ellen Degeneres show.

When the play was over for the day however the guy who led the first day
was at +4, Tiger Woods was at -6 and Phil was at -4 they had both shot a -8
for the day. If I was playing on a different course than everybody else I
guess Tiger and Phil were also. We were 1, 2 & 3 on the top of the
scoreboard and Tiger and I were playing together the next day.

After I got away from the reporters mom and dad and I got in the car, drove
away, walked on the beach and had my birthday dinner somewhere else. It is
a little hard to buy a surprise birthday present for someone who has all
the money they could ever need but Mom and dad did just that. They gave me
an island in the Caribbean complete with mansion and all the other things
one needs to live there. It was a foreclosure, of course, that they got for
$2,000,000 which was 30% of its market value. But when the market was at
its peak it was worth 40 to 50 million dollars. It was certainly a grand
birthday surprise. When we got back we went up the backstairs to our suite
and I went to bed.

Tee time was at 2:30 the next day. I showed up on the range at 1:00 and got
warmed up. I bogeyed the first 2 holes, birdied the next 5, parred the 8th
and birdied the 9th on the front nine. I was doing the same thing I had
done the day before, ignoring everything around me. Believe me that wasn't
easy, Tiger always had a tremendous gallery and, lots of photographers and
TV cameras, but I had my own fans evidently because the gallery was twice
what it normally was with Tiger. I wasn't paying much attention to Tiger
but I thought he was having a tough time of it. He wasn't hitting the
fairway and his putts weren't going in, but I still ignored the
scoreboards, I parred 10 and 11, birdied the next 3 parred 15 and birdied
16, 17, &18. I finished at -20, Tiger was at -7 and Phil was at -5. There
were only 8 players under par. It was unbelievable I had the 54 hole lead
at -20 and was 13 strokes ahead.

I had to go through the TV interview thing and then we holed up in our
suite with the phone off. I knew how pivotal the last day of the tournament
was and I didn't want to get psychologically ambushed by people who wished
me well or wished me harm. It is amazing what even an isolated comment
might do to one's mindset especially for someone playing in their first
professional tournament. Nobody had outed we me as being gay so at least I
didn't have that to distract me.

The next day was as tension ridden as I feared. I tried to ignore
everything that was going on around me but it was impossible because I was
the center of attention. I started off with a bogey, then I birdied,
bogeyed and parred my way through the front nine and started the back 9 at
even par. Tiger and Phil were tearing up the course with a minus -6 and a
-5 which put the 3 leaders at -20, -13 and -10. I realized that if Phil and
Tiger kept up their roll on the back nine and I dropped a few shots I could
lose the tournament. What happened was that all three of us shot par on the
first 8 holes of the back nine. I birdied the 18th and they bogeyed it for
a final score of -21,-12 and -9. I had won the 2010 U S Golf Open
Championship as an amateur. The last time that happened was 77 years ago
when Johnny Goodman won in 1933 as an amateur.

The question on every interviewer's minds was if and when I was going to
turn professional. I told them that I was not going to turn professional,
that this was the high point of my golfing career; that I could not imagine
playing under the same kind of stress every week and that I didn't know how
pro golfers did it and that I thought that I had been extremely lucky to
win.

Of course nobody believed me. Clint Eastwood stepped in again and his PR
people took over or I may have lost my mind, because I had made no plans
for what would happen if I won. Of course because I was an amateur I didn't
win the $1,350,000 payout, Tiger got the money, but I did write a check to
my caddy for $135,000 as the 10 % of the prize money he would have gotten
if I had not been playing as an amateur so I figured my participation ended
up costing me around $200,000.

I spent a couple of weeks doing the PR routine, appearing on talk shows,
and giving interviews and then it all tapered off.

"At the risk of repeating myself, let me say that I don't think you have
absorbed the meaning of keeping a low profile," my father said after all of
the furor had died down.

I laughed and said, "Well I tried to withdraw and you persuaded me not
too."

"Yeah, but we didn't really expect you to win."

"I didn't either; it was as much as a surprise to me as anybody else."

"You know somebody you have had sex with is going to out you
eventually. The secret is worth too much money; somebody is going to want
to get it. It might even be Wayne or Doug,"

"I know. I've never said I wasn't gay; it is just that nobody has
asked. When I start at Harvard I'm going to be up front with people. Not
everybody will care but for those that do I don't need them. That's why I
want to get a house in or near gay Boston so that I can stop pretending to
be someone I'm not. I don't need all of my friends to be gay but I do need
them to know that I am. I really don't know how Phil, Bill and Clint will
take it but I guess I will find out. Unfortunately having a lot of money
doesn't insulate me against emotional trauma."

I was invited to play in the British Open, so I had to decide whether to
play and whether to play as an amateur or a professional. If I turned pro I
wasn't going to go to Harvard.

To be continued