Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 08:20:38 -0700
From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com>
Subject: Low Hanging Fruit 3 by Mark James

Low Hanging Fruit 3 by Mark James


Tuesday night Dad called and said, "HGTV wants you in the shoot, so there
is a ticket waiting for you at the airport for a 7 PM flight to Phoenix. I
will meet you at the airport and we will go to the hotel, do the shoot on
Saturday and then we will all fly back on Sunday. Take the airport shuttle
and we will ride back in our car on Sunday."

"Damn," I thought, "Life is really getting complicated."

I would have to pack on Thursday, even though it would only be a carry-on,
come directly home after school on Friday and catch the 4:00 shuttle or
taxi to the Airport right in the middle of rush hour.

My cell phone rang; I picked it up and said, "Hello," without even checking
the number of the caller.

"Art?"

"Yes."

There was a pregnant pause and finally the caller said, "This is Stan."

I thought my heart had stopped, my legs gave out and I flopped down on the
sofa.

"Hi," I breathed.

"Is this a good time? I can call back, but I haven't been able to stop
thinking about you and I had to call.

"No, this is fine; I'm the only one here."

I know you can't come over here but what if I came to your side of town and
got a motel room? Could we get together?

"No," I blurted out.

"Okay, I'm sorry I bothered you. I just thought...

He sounded so affronted, rejected and hurt I had to stop this misdirected
conversation.

"Stan, stop, I mean that you don't have to get a motel room."

I forgot all of the reasons I had come up with while this wouldn't work and
said, "If you can come tomorrow night, my parents are out of town, you can
come to my house."

"Really," he said as if it was impossible and he didn't believe it.

"Well, I thought in a motel we could spend the night. Oh fuck, I forgot you
are 16 and couldn't do that."

"You can spend the night here, unless we find that we really don't like
each other, but I have to leave for school at 7AM."

"Well tomorrow is one of my days off so I guess that would work. What if
your parents come back?"

"They are in California and even if they did walk in on us they would
probably say, "Oh excuse us," and go to a motel for the night.

"You are kidding?"

"No, they know I'm gay and have sex with guys. In fact my mother knew by
the way I acted that I had had sex with somebody when I got home last
Saturday and asked me if you were a nice guy. I was an embarrassing
conversation to have with your mother."

"Sounds like you have a better home life than I do. My family knows I am
gay it is just never discussed while I am there, like being gay is a
disease from which I will eventually be cured and I will get married and
settle down and have kids, which I may do but not with a woman."

"Believe me I know how lucky I am."

"What time do you want me to come over?"

"Any time after 4:00; just drive your car in the garage; I think it is
going to snow again tomorrow. If you want to use dildos you will need to
bring them because I don't have any. If you are coming in time for supper
it will have to be take-out because I don't cook."

He said he would pick up dinner and we decided on who wanted what and then
he said, "Now there is one more important thing I have to ask."

"What."

"Where do you live?"

We both laughed about that and I gave him my address.

I said, "You know I feel like I am in the middle of a soap opera."

"I know what you mean, but soap opera or not I will see you tomorrow around
5. Bye."

Of course after I hung up all of my negative thoughts came back, but the
die was cast.

So when I got home from school the next day I changed the sheets on my bed
and remade it, shaved, took a bath, gave myself an enema, brushed my teeth,
put on cologne and dressed in my muscle shirt and tight jeans without
underwear and hoped I wasn't overdoing it. I was so nervous I couldn't
stand still, so I went around the house making sure everything was in its
place until I heard him honk as he came down the drive and into the
garage. It was cold outside but the forecasted snow had not started yet. I
turned the thermostat up to 80. I opened the door to the garage. Stan was
just turning around with our dinner in his hands.

"Grab my bag from the back and let's go in the house. It is freezing out
here."

We went in the kitchen and put the takeout on the counter and then we were
in each others arms kissing. It didn't take long and I could feel Stan
unbuttoning my jeans.

I broke off and said "Whoa, are we going to have dinner or sex."

"If I eat you is that dinner or sex?"

"Funny," I said. "Let me put dinner in a warming bag, you put the drinks in
the fridge and then we will take your bag to my bedroom."

When we got there he took my face between his hands and started a sensual
kiss that lasted 15 minutes. His hands were all over my torso and butt and
mine were all over his. Finally we broke off and stood there and undressed
each other and stood there with crossed erections while we kissed again.

He moved his mouth off of mine and kissed and licked me down my chest and
over my stomach until finally he took my cock in his mouth and alternated
sucking and licking my cock for a while. He pushed me backward and I fell
on the bed on my back. He reached up and put his thumb in my mouth and I
sucked on it as he sucked on my dick.

Then he took out a condom, put it on my cock and lubed up his ass and my
cock. He straddled my stomach, found my mouth with his and started kissing
me again. He reached around with his hand, found my cock, held it in
position and then backed up his ass and impaled his asshole on my cock. God
that felt so good.

I brought my feet up on the bed and used my legs to fuck his ass with long
rhythmic strokes while we kissed. After a while he started moaning and
repeatedly whispered, "Fuck me," in my ear.

I could feel my come rising and fucked him faster, my muscles tensed; I
blew my load and after a while pulled my soft cock out of his ass. He moved
his body up my chest, buried his cock in my mouth and after about 10
strokes he blew his load. I took it and swallowed it down.

He rolled off of me and said, "Thanks."

"That was fun but let's rinse off and go eat before the food gets cold."

So we did. It had started snowing and we sat in the living room watching
the snow fall with the lights out. Actually he sat on the end of the sofa
and I lay on my back with my head in his lap. We had our clothes on because
it was cold outside and the house was not that well insulated. He was
running his hand through my hair and stroking my chest and stomach. Any
kind of sex was nice even the wham, bam thank you mam kind I was used too
but this was too.

I asked him, "What was your first gay experience?"

"It was very humiliating. I was 13; I had a build like what today is called
a twink, essentially skinny with no musculature at all. I had just started
high school and had a crush on a 15 year old muscular well built kid. He
thought and I thought that he was the greatest thing in the world.

I mooned over him and although though I didn't really stalk him as people
do today I always managed to be where he might be especially if there was a
chance that he would have his shirt off.

I didn't even think he knew I was alive until one day I was putting away
some equipment in a storage room at school when he came in and locked the
door. He walked over to me and at the same time took his cock out of his
pants.

"Fucking cocksucker, I've got what you want right here. Suck it."

He pushed me down to my knees and pushed his hard cock against my mouth. I
opened up and took it in. His was the first cock I had ever had in my mouth
and I really didn't know what I was doing. I sucked on the first few inches
for a while and suddenly he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed me
on to the floor.

As he put his cock back into his jeans I heard him muttering to himself,
"Fucking cocksucker, all teeth and no suction; he doesn't even know how to
suck cock but he is not going to cut up my dick with his goddamn teeth
practicing on me."

As he got to the door he said to me, "I don't know where you cock suckers
learn how to suck cock but if you want to suck my cock you better learn
how," and he opened the door and left.

I guess I was lucky he didn't tell all of this friends I had tried to suck
his cock but didn't know how to, but fortunately he didn't tell anybody. Of
course I was mortified and deeply humiliated. Here I had exposed myself as
being gay and was rejected, not for being gay but for not knowing how to do
what gays did.

I pulled his head down and kissed him and said, "I'm sorry you had such a
shitty first experience. If it is any help I think you have done a
wonderful job of learning how to suck cock. Is that another story?"

"Well. I guess it is more like a series of anecdotes."

On the day of the incident I walked home from school with Billy my best
friend since I was five and was so depressed he finally asked me what was
wrong.

I just didn't care about anything at that moment and I said, "I'm queer but
I don't know how to suck cock."

Billy said, "OK."

Actually he said ooooh kaaaaaay really drawing it out and we just walked
down the street in silence for a while.

Finally I said, "Go ahead, and say it."

"Say what."

"So you are a fucking queer?"

"You just told me you were, why would I ask that, although it sounds like
you haven't got the sucking part down yet much less the fucking part."

"Huh."

"I'm sorry, I was trying to be funny and I guess it fell flat. Do you want
to talk about it?"

"No."

"Ooooooh kaaaaaay."

"Do you want to come to my house and play Nintendo? I will still beat the
shit out of you. I don't think being gay makes you a better player."

"You mean you still want to be my friend."

"Sure, I don't care if you are gay unless you try to kiss me. I always
thought you might be, but that doesn't change who you are."

So we went to his house, my mind wasn't on the game and he trounced me.

"Are you ready to talk about it?"

So I told him what happened.

"So you are inexperienced. Is that a crime or something to be ashamed of?
Jesus Stan, you are only 13, how sexually active could you be? We only
reached puberty last year. If Jeff Thomas has been getting blow jobs it has
to be with guys a whole lot older than you or he. Have you ever had a blow
job?"

"No."

"Me either. Nobody has ever asked to suck my dick and you are the only
cocksucker I know and you have never asked me. How would you know how to
suck a cock if you have never had your cock sucked?"

"In those porn videos we watch it looks so easy and it looks like they
enjoy it, even the part where they get ass fucked. I figured how hard could
it be?"

"I won't laugh at the pun you just made since you don't even know you made
one. I guess it was the men that turned you on in the videos not the
women."

"Yeah, I couldn't suggest that we watch gay videos could I?"

"I guess not. With all of the times we have jacked off together, since you
are gay, why haven't you tried to suck my dick or even jack me off?"

"As far as I know you are heterosexual so I figured you would hit me. I
would rather have you as a friend than as a sex partner. I think friends
can be forever, sex partners seem to be transitory.

I don't mean to be insulting, but you are not the type of guy to whom I am
sexually attracted and if you were that would have exposed me as being gay
which I thought would have killed our friendship. Being gay has a lot of
drawbacks, but it's not like I have a choice."

"It seems to me that the first thing you need to do is to have someone who
is experienced at sucking cocks to give you a blowjob, maybe 3 or 4 or 5 or
6 guys to see what the variation is between cock suckers. The second thing
would be to find someone who would let you suck their cock multiple times
so you could get feedback on how you were progressing. Once you have gotten
good at it then you should suck 5 or 6 guy's cocks of various sizes and
lengths to see how good you suck their cocks. I guess if you can get a guy
off by sucking him it means you are at least adequate at it. If you are
going to engage in anal sex the same needs would apply there also."

"God Billy, you really know how to take the fun out of sex."

"Have you got a better idea other than just stumbling through?"

"I can't believe that you, a heterosexual and my best friend, are so
casually coaching me on how to become good at being gay. Of course I find
it hard to believe that you are still my friend after confessing that I'm
gay."

"Isn't that what friends are for? Isn't that why you told me and not your
parents? You are exactly the same person now you were before you told me
you were gay.

"I know what my parents would do. They would disown me and throw me out of
the house."

"Well I won't do that. Back to the problem of getting your cock sucked. I
know a couple of guys who get their cocks sucked regularly in public
restrooms. I know where the restrooms are, so since neither one of us knows
any queers personally that seems to be our best option to get you a blow
job.

You need someone on whom you can practice cock sucking. If you don't object
I will volunteer for that position. That way you won't be exposing your
sexual orientation to others.

I can be completely honest on how you are progressing, I am not your type
so we can be sure no emotional problems will arise from the action and when
you have become expert at cock sucking we can terminate the arrangement and
you can transfer your cock sucking episodes to other gays who you may come
to know.

It would probably be best if we both got our cocks sucked at the restrooms
so we would both have reference points from which to judge your progress.

How does that sound for a plan?"

"Entirely rational, which is weird because I have not found sex rational so
far?"

"Do you have a problem with practicing sucking dick on my cock?"

"No, not if you don't. The only problem I see is that you have a pretty
large cock."

"Well if you can suck it I guess you could handle anything smaller. Isn't
that what you want to learn to do?"

"Yeah, but fuck Billy this sounds so fucking clinical. I'm really afraid
that if I suck your dick, after it is over you will hate me and I will have
lost you as a friend."

"OK, forget it. I was just trying to help. Come on, I will whip your ass at
Nintendo again."

And he did.

"Talking about that made you horny. My soft pillow now feels like a rock."

I got up, knelt between his legs and gnawed on his cock through his pants
as I slid my hands under his shirt and caressed his stomach and chest
muscles.

"Please suck me," he finally moaned.

I stood up and I gave him a short strip tease show as I took off my
clothes. He watched me as he reached down and stroked and played with the
bulge in his jeans.

I said, "Take off your shirt."

He did and I knelt between his legs, opened his jeans, uncovered his cock
and balls, licked up and down his cock and used my hands to caress his
torso. I sucked on one ball and then the other before I went back to his
cock and went down on it to his pubic hair.

"Oh shit" he said as I sucked up and down on his dick, deep throating him
with each stroke.

He grabbed one of my hands, stuck my fingers in his mouth and sucked on
them. He flexed his hips and met me each time with an upstroke of his cock
as I went down on him. I wanted to make him cum and unload in my mouth. He
stopped flexing his hips and I increased my sucking speed. I felt him
wiggling on the sofa and knew he was on the verge of shooting. He grabbed
my head with both hands, yelped, "Fuck," forced my head down and loosed his
load. I swallowed as I worked my lips up his cock and off.

He pushed his pants down his legs and I helped him to get them off. He
leaned forward and pulled me up until I was straddling his chest with my
cock sliding up and down his cheek.

"Skull fuck me Art; make me suck your cock."

He opened his mouth and I slid my cock down his throat and face fucked him.

He ran his hands up and down my thighs and massaged my buttocks as my cock
slid in and out of his mouth. He took the lube from the side table and
lubed up his finger and then spread lube around my asshole. He pressed his
finger against my asshole and I buried my cock down his throat and held it
there as he slid his finger in my ass. He held his finger there and I
resumed face fucking him which drove his finger in and out of my ass as I
did so.

Every once in a awhile he would force his finger up my ass and massage my
prostate. This would force me to ground my cock down his throat and to hold
in position as he reamed my ass with his finger. It felt so fucking hot and
brought me to the edge of orgasm in a hurry.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come," I yelled.

In response he slid two fingers up my ass. I backed up and down on his
fingers a couple of times as my cock slid in and out of this mouth and
blew. He buried his fingers up my asshole and I buried my cock in his mouth
as I came. He held me there as I came again and again, then he let me move
back and pulled his fingers out of my butt as I pulled out of his mouth and
I slid down his stomach to sit on his thighs. I ran into his hard cock.

"Damn, you have another erection. Quick, put a condom on it."

He unwrapped a condom and slit it over his cock. I maneuvered my ass until
I was centered on his cock and then slid down and impaled myself and
started riding it.

"Oh fuck man, you have a tight ass," he said.

He stroked and caressed my torso as I rode him. It took 15 minutes to get
him off. I loved watching the various expressions on his face as I rode
him, especially as he neared orgasm and then blew his load.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he yelled as he worked his way up to and finally
orgasmed.

I quickly got up and got hot wet and dry towels and cleaned us up. Then I
sat against him and spread an afghan over us because the room was chilly.

"That was fun," I said as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Spontaneity is always better, I think."

"I would say I am sorry I interrupted your story, but I'm not. What
happened with you and Billy?"

"I didn't see him for about 4 days and then he called on Saturday to see if
I wanted go over to his house to play Nintendo.

We were playing in the living room when his parents told us they were going
to Wal-Mart and would be back in a couple of hours.

When they left, I said, "I thought you were mad at me."

"Naw man! You know that restroom I told you about where you could get a
blow job."

"Yeah."

"I got my dick sucked by 4 different guys. Getting a blow job is rad
man. The first guy took my cock down to my pubic hair. I thought it was
going to be a great suck, but he kept nicking me with his teeth so I had to
stop. I can see why a guy would not want to be sucked that way. The next
guy only took about half of my cock in his mouth but I never felt his teeth
and he sucked me until I came. I tried to pull away when I came but he
wouldn't let me, so I came in his mouth and the guy loved it.

I went to another restroom 2 days later. A guy sucked me through a hole in
the wall between stalls just like in the videos. He took my whole cock in
his mouth but he never exerted any suction he just ran his mouth up and
down my cock so I pulled away because I knew I was never going to come that
way.

It was a while before another guy sucked me. A couple of guys stuck their
cocks through the hole and wanted me to suck them, but that wasn't what I
wanted. The fourth guy was a great cocksucker. He took my whole cock in his
mouth and sucked the whole length each time. I was about to come when he
pulled away. I pulled out of the hole and his arm followed and he played
with my balls. I put my cock through the hole again and he again brought me
almost to orgasm and stopped. He asked me to go into his stall. I did. He
had me drop my pants and bend over and he licked my asshole, then he turned
me around and sucked my dick until I came in his mouth.

He wanted my phone number but I wouldn't do that but he did give his number
and said he would meet me wherever I liked if I ever wanted another blow
job. We need to get you to one of these restrooms so you can feel what a
blowjob feels like."

So that is what we did. After sampling the cock sucking skills of others
who were a lot older than me I didn't feel so bad about my first bumbling
attempts.

I had never thought about sucking as a technique, but I learned that how
good you were at it depended upon how large and deep your mouth was, how
wide you could open your mouth, how big the opening to your throat was and
how well you could control your gag reflex. Deep throating was a learned
technique, but a lot of guys couldn't do that with a cock longer than 4 to
5 inches because their mouth was too small and whether or not you could
take a cock with a large girth depended upon how large your mouth was and
how far it would open. That was just the physical side of it.

Technique was the other. Being able to keep your teeth out of the way was
the most important thing, and then you needed to be able to vary lip
pressure and sucking speed so that it was pleasurable to the suckee and
able to bring him to orgasm.

I still wouldn't take him up on his offer, so one day when we were watching
a bi video and jerking off he leaned over and deep throated my cock.

"What are you doing Billy," I cried.

"Well now that I've sucked your cock are you going to stop being my
friend."

"Of course not, but you aren't gay, why did you do that."

"To show you that I don't care if you are gay and you don't have to worry
about losing my friendship if you use my cock to practice on."

"To cut a long story short I ended up becoming a good cocksucker by
practicing on Billy. It turns out that physically I am equipped mouth wise
to suck cocks up to about 9 inches of a reasonable girth."

Tears were streaming down his face.

I squeezed his hand and said. "Sounds like a good friend."

"He is.  His was also the first cock up my ass after we had experimented
with fingers, a variety of household items with handles such as brooms and
cucumbers. Even if we had had access to dildos we had no place to store
them."

"Jesus, I had nobody like that. I had to learn by trial and error. I guess
I was a natural born cock sucker since nobody ever complained."

We shut the curtains, turned on the TV and cuddled for a couple of hours
until our cocks recovered and then we went to my bedroom.

Stan laid me on the bed on my back, got between my legs and sucked my
cock. I wasn't about to come anytime soon and he pleasured me and my dick
for 5 minutes.

Then he stood up and put on a condom, lubed up his cock and my ass and
proceeded to slowly fuck me for 10 minutes. While he was doing so he leaned
down and we french kissed. Then he pulled out and sucked me for 5 more
minutes and then went back to fucking me. He alternated this for the next
45 minutes until he had me begging to come and then he stopped.

He stood up and said, "Your turn sport. Don't cum or make me cum. After you
are finished we can do a 69 and come at the same time."

So I did to him what he had done to me and then we laid head to foot and
sucked each other off and swallowed each others load.

It was close to midnight by then so we took a shower and went to bed after
I set the clock for 6:00 A. M. The next morning was hectic because when we
went to the kitchen he picked me up, put me on the table and sucked me off,
after breakfast. There wasn't time to reciprocate, so I left for school and
he left to drive back home. I had fun, I don't know about him. I wondered
if I would ever hear from him again. It turns out I never did.

I went off to Scottsdale and we came back on Sunday. It was cold outside
after the unseasonably hot 90 degree temperatures in Scottsdale. Sunday
afternoon I was sitting in the kitchen with mom. This time I was drinking
hot chocolate.

"Well," she said. "Did you have him over?"

I didn't say she was embarrassing me; I had already done that so what good
would it do so I just answered her question.

"Yes and we had fun but I don't think he will call again. I think the age
difference is too great."

"Are you in love with him?"

"I think I might have been in love with the idea that I was in love. But
since he was the first guy who ever pursued me I lack perspective."

"That is very perceptive for someone of your age. I know it probably hurts,
but there will be other guys. But that is the nature of relationships. The
more of yourself you have invested in them the more it will hurt when they
unravel because the fit isn't there. Sex isn't everything, there is a lot
more to relationships than that as you are discovering. In fact when you
find the right person for you sex may be incidental. I know you can't
believe that at your age, with your hormones keeping you horny all the
time, but it's true. Hormones are just nature's way of continuing the
species. There is a whole lot more to living with someone than sex and your
sex drive won't always be as high as it is today.

Just remember that your life isn't over when a relationship ends because
there are lots of people out there and there is one that is right for
you. Relationships are like auditions for a part in a play. Some guys are
right and some aren't and the only way your can find out is to form a
relationship and see if it fits even if it hurts when it ends. You are
still discovering what your needs and wants are in this life. Each
relationship furthers that discovery. Enjoy where you are, your life is
just beginning. The fact that you have recognized and accepted your sexual
orientation means that you have a better chance for happiness."

I realized that tears were running down my cheeks.

"Thanks mom."

"You are welcome," she said and came around the counter and hugged me.

"It's not the end of the world. Life goes on. Now do you want a cookie with
your cocoa?"

To be continued.