Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 10:15:49 -0700 From: Mark James Subject: Recognition 5 by Mark James Recognition 5 by Mark James The next day I had a date to play tennis, but my legs were so sore I could hardly walk, so I had to cancel. I called up Andy and asked him if he knew anybody who knew how to give a massage. He said, "I can give you a massage but what you really need is a Jacuzzi. We have one of those. If you want to come over you can use it to relax your muscles and then the massage will do more good. You realize that we will end up having sex before this is all over." "Hey, All I am really interested in is being able to get around without pain but if sex results it sounds like a happy ending to me. I will see you in half an hour." I jumped in the shower and gave myself an enema and went over to Andy's house. I limped in and we got in the Jacuzzi. Basking it warm water sounds great but one can't take more than half an hour before getting overheated and dehydrated. We got out, showered and went to Andy's bedroom for my massage. I lay face down on the bed and Andy worked the muscles in my back started at the shoulders and working down. He worked down to the small of my back where the worst soreness started and kneaded the muscles and then went down to my buttocks which were very sore and then to my thigh and calves and worked his way up again. He got to my buttocks again and I said, "That feels great, they are really sore." He poured on massage oil and kneaded my buttocks for about 20 minutes. Then I felt him spread my cheeks and felt him bury his face in my butt crack and his tongue licking my asshole. He kneaded my buttock muscles as he licked my ass for about 20 minutes. I was lying on my cock which had got very hard. I raised my ass and arranged my cock so that it went between my legs. It was a more comfortable position. Andy took it as an invitation and he moved his mouth down and sucked on the head of my cock I worked my legs up until I was kneeling and he went underneath me and sucked on my cock for a few minutes. Then I rolled over and he went back to massaging me again, from the chest down. After a while he said, "I hope you feel better because that is all I can do?" I rolled over on my stomach and drew my knees under me so I was squatting and said, "Use that tool you have in your briefs to massage my asshole and I bet I will feel much better." He slid off his briefs, donned a condom, got on his knees behind me, slipped his cock in my ass, leaned over me and nuzzled my neck as he slowly and delightfully fucked me. After a while he said, "I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?" "In my mouth." He pulled out and I rolled over on my back and moved back until my head was lying off the edge of the bed. He came around, pulled off the condom and stuck his cock down my throat as he leaned forward and swallowed down my cock. He came in no time and filled my mouth with his cum as he sucked on me. He pulled out of my mouth, brought his legs up on the bed and brought his asshole right in front of my mouth. "Lick my ass," he said. I licked up and down his asshole and speared it with my tongue as he brought me to orgasm and I shot my load in his mouth. We got up and showered. He said he had to be at work at the Chicken Shack in an hour but I went back home feeling much better. The problem was that everybody I knew had a summer job. They all wanted cars just like I did and they had to pay for them. That didn't leave a lot of people to socialize with during the day. But I had a job also; I just didn't have to go anywhere. I wrote newsletters for my sites; got my own education on how to use all of the gadgets on the social sites I had written up and got educated on new social sites that kept popping up. I also drafted newsletters for Dad's foreclosure sites. He could correct and add in data as it came time to send them out. I was always horny. I woke up every morning with a hard-on. By the time I got up Mom and dad had already gone to work so every morning I had a long leisurely jack off which got the day started. It had been 2 weeks since my hike and I desperately wanted to suck some cock. Becky O'Hara had invited me to a pool party on Saturday, but that was almost a week away. In the afternoon I drove across town to the college that Andy had taken me too before. I fit right in. I had no trouble passing for an 18 year old. I went with the flow and just followed a bunch on students into a building. Suddenly everybody around me disappeared into classrooms and I was all alone in the hall. I looked at my watch. It was on the hour and a new round of classes had started. I walked down to the end of the hall and found the restroom. I wasn't cruising, I really had to pee. I was standing there peeing when the door opened and this cute guy walked in, pulled out his cock and started peeing. He finished, turned and looked at me as he put his cock away. I was standing there with a hard on. He looked down at my cock and said, "Jesus." He walked over to the stall, opened the door, sank down on his knees and said, "Let me suck your dick man." I walked over to the stall and he shut the door, went down on me and sucked me like a vacuum. "Fuck man, that's hot, Jesus, you keep that up and I am going to blow." "Yeah man, blow your load all over my face." He kept sucking like a dynamo and in a couple of minutes; I pulled my cock out of his mouth and shot all over his face. "Fucking rad man I love it," he said, as he grabbed my cock in his mouth again and sucked and licked my cum off of it. He stood up, opened the door, said "Thanks guy", walked over to the sink, wiped his face off and went out the door. I walked over to the sink, washed off my cock and put in back in my pants when the door opened and this guy in a suit walked in. I assumed he was a professor. He was good looking, tall and slender and wore glasses. I saw him taking a pee out of the corner of my eye as I washed my hands. I dried my hands and turned toward him. He had finished peeing and was standing there with his hands in his pockets and with his erect cock sticking straight out in front of him. He really turned me on. I don't know where it came from but I really have a thing for guys with glasses. I looked him in the eyes, licked my lips, walked over to the other stall, knelt on the floor and turned to him with my mouth wide open. The walked into the stall and locked the door, turned around and his cock was right in my face. He didn't say anything. I reached out, grasped his shaft and licked the head of his cock and sucked on it. His dick was cut with a large head and I loved it. "That's the way man, suck on the head of my cock." I heard the restroom door open and somebody walked over to the urinals and started peeing, but my mouth didn't stop making love to the head of the guy's cock. I glanced up at the guys face and saw that he was silently moaning and groaning. Somebody walked to the sink, washed their hands and then left. "Shit guy, you are gonna make me come just doing that. Suck the whole thing man, go down on me." So I slid my lips down his shaft and started deep throating his whole cock. I could feel my cock in my pants getting hard again. He took my head in his hands, held it stationary and face fucked me with long, slow, gentle strokes. Suddenly he pulled my head towards him, pushed his cock down my throat and shot off in my throat. I wrapped my hands around his buttocks, held his cock in my throat as he ejaculated and ten sucked up and down his shaft as it softened. "Fucking great blow job man, I loved it, Thanks. Are you a student here?" "No, I just cane looking for cock." "Can I have your phone number?" "I can give you an e-mail address." "I did and said my name is Art." "My screen name is Joesexy42. Thanks, I have to go." We walked out together, he went down the hall and I went out the door. What I figured would take a couple of hours only took 20 minutes so I decided to drive over to the park and check out the action there. I walked up the path beside the creek and found two hot looking guys cruising each other. The guy in the red shirt looked like one of the hot, lean, well built, good looking guys straight out of a 1970's surfing movie. He sort of looked like Kip Noll the porn star. The other guy was great looking and had a gymnast build. He kept pushing up his blue shirt with his hand and stroking his muscular torso. I desperately wanted to suck his cock and have him fuck me and my cock knew it because it was making a big bulge in my jeans. The guy in red went off up the trail. The guy in blue looked at me, looked at the bulge in my crotch, winked at me, turned and also went up the trail. Of course I followed. I saw him ahead of me as he went around a curve in the trail. When I got there I found him stopped just off the side of the trail with his pants and briefs down and his hard cock waiting for my mouth. I slid to my knees and hurriedly took his cock in my mouth before he could change his mind. This guy had an incredible body and I ran my hands over his muscular torso as I blew him. His cock was about 5.5 inches long and I went down on him every time hoping I could get him off before somebody else showed up to interfere. I could see the guy in the red shirt in the trees about 10 feet behind us. I knew he had thought the guy was going to follow him into the trees and must have been disappointed when he gave me his cock to suck. I saw him walk out of the trees with his pants open and jacking his cock. He walked up behind my guy and stroked his ass. My guy ignored him for a few minutes and then he reached back, took the guys cock in his hand and stroked it. The guy let him stroke it for a few minutes then he moved behind him and ran his cock up and down the crack of my guy's ass. I could tell his attention was drifting away from me to the guy in red. His primary interest must be to get a cock up his ass rather than getting a blow job. He twisted away from me and pulled his cock from my mouth. I stood up as he reached over, pulled up the guys red shirt and stroked his torso. I leaned over and took the red shirted guys cock in my mouth and sucked on it. He didn't stop me, but his interest was in the muscular guy not me. The guy in red took off his shirt and my guy leaned over and kissed all over his torso and sucked on his nipples. They displaced me and stood there kissing and stroking each other, but it was apparent that neither of them wanted to suck the others cock. Muscular guy wanted to get fucked and red shirt guy wanted to stick his cock up his ass. Red shirt took out a condom and put it on his cock. Muscular guy turned around and presented him with his butt. I put a condom on muscular guy and applied KY jelly to his cock and my ass and bent over in front of him. He slid his cock up my ass at the same time that Red shirt impaled his ass. Muscle guy had the best of both worlds and reveled in it. He was fucking his own ass on the cock of the guy behind him every time he fucked me. He had a nice regular fucking motion going for a while. Then He leaned over my back, wrapped his arms around my torso and I could feel the guy behind him rapidly roughly ramming his dick home with every stroke. I could hear him grunt when he finally shot his load. The ramming motion stopped so I figured he had pulled out. Muscular guy fucked me about 5 more times and he came then pulled out of my ass. They hurriedly got dressed and went back down the trail. I got dressed feeling very dissatisfied with the encounter. So I went up the trail looking for some good looking stud who wanted to give me his load. I passed a lot of older guys, fat guys and other guys who didn't interest me. Then I saw this long lean shirtless stud leaning against a tree with his hands holding onto a branch above his head. His jeans were loose and his hard 6 inch cut cock was sticking out proudly erect. I slowed down and dawdled about 20 feet from him and stroked the bulge it my jeans as I admired his body and his cock. After waiting for me to do something and deciding I was not going to he said, "You want to give me a blow job?" I nodded my head and hurried over, stood in front of him, stroked his body and then leaned over and licked the pre-cum off the head of his cock. "Are you any good as a cocksucker? 2 or 3 guys have tried sucking my cock and they weren't worth a damn." "I've never had any complaints," I said. "Well eat me man, deep throat me, suck me off and swallow my come, I've got to get to class." I dropped to my knees, deep throated him and then energetically sucked his cock. He obviously liked me to swallow his cock so I did on every third down stroke. "Oh fuck yeah man, you are good. Suck it man suck it." He flexed his hips and met me halfway on every down stroke and he moaned and groaned appreciatively as I sucked him. Then he wanted control, grabbed my head and face fucked me. "Oh yeah man you love my cock don't you? I looked up at him and nodded my head and he repeatedly stroked his cock all the way down and back out of my mouth. "You want my load? You want me to shoot in your mouth?" I nodded again. "Here it comes, man. Oh fuck yeah, Aghhhhh," and he let loose his load in my mouth and down my throat. "Swallow it man, eat my load. Yeah man, swallow, that's the way. He gave one last thrust all the way down my throat and let loose his last stream of jism, pulled back and out, took out a handkerchief, wiped off his cock and as he pulled up his pants he said, "You can blow me anytime man, thanks, I've got to go," and ran off back down the trail. "It's nice to be appreciated" I said to myself as I walked back down the trail. It was time to leave so I went back to my car which was parked at the end of the lot in the last space next to a vegetation covered fence. I got in, left the door partially open, pulled down my pants and started jacking off. Suddenly there was this cute boy standing in the doorway next to me watching me jack my cock. After a while he put his hand on my leg and stroked it. Then he reached down, took my balls in his hand and fondled them. "Can I suck it.?" "If you will suck me off." "Oh shit yeah man," he said as he leaned over me and went down on me. I was pretty much on the edge of coming so I knew it wouldn't take him long to get his prize. Beside that he was a good cocksucker. It was only a matter of minutes before I pushed down on the back of his head, pushed up with my hips and shot my load. He swallowed it down and then licked my cock clean as he worked his way up and off my cock. "Thanks man that was rad," he said as he turned and walked away. I pulled up my pants, drove out of the park and headed for home. All in all it had been a nice afternoon I thought. I was pensive as I drove home. Some sex was better than no sex, but something seemed to be missing. Maybe it was because I had no emotional attachment to my sex partners. I had never had an "I love you" sensation with anyone although I had had a lot of "I want to suck your dick" moments. Although I had no problem rising to the occasion with women I was attracted to males, so I guess I had to face the fact that I was really gay. I have never had more than a momentary crush on a guy so there was very little emotion involved in my relationships. I've never been to the point where I couldn't stop thinking about a person. I haven't been distracted, day dreamy, completely unproductive and totally unfocused like people usually are when they have a crush. Maybe that's what was missing. Maybe sex is more exciting when you love the person you are with. But what is love? I guess I will find out when it hits me in the face. But what if it is not mutual? That is a real problem if I fall in love with someone who isn't gay or vice versa. Sounds like this is where the entire heart ache comes from in the love songs and in real life. How would I know if it was love and not just a crush? That's probably a good reason for "coming out." At least I will have stated my preference for anybody who is interested, but I will have also made myself a target for all of the homophobic hate mongers. That is not good when I am required to go to school. And what about mom and dad; what will their reaction be? But I can't change who I am and I am not sure I want to. About that time I ran into traffic and had to concentrate on what I was doing. I got home in time for dinner. I also had a message asking me to fill in on a softball team that evening so all of my musings were put on hold. I went to Becky's pool party on Saturday and felt very out of place. All of the girl's flirted with me but I had a hard time not ogling all of the hot young male bodies wandering around practically nude. Fortunately most of us guys ended up playing water polo and the girls did there own thing. Then I noticed this hunky dude in a black speedo, with a crew cut built like a brick shit house who was a whole lot older than anybody else here lounging against the wall. All the girls were drawn to him like bees to flowers. "Who is that?" I asked out loud. Somebody said, "That's Larry Byrd. You remember him he graduated last year and joined the marines. He is home on leave." "Yeah, I remember him, but I don't remember him having that kind of build." "Yeah, I guess it is true the marines build men. Look at the girls flocking around him. We don't stand a chance. He is 19, too old to be at a gathering like this." It was a good thing we were in the water because I had an enormous erection which I could not have hidden otherwise. I found myself staring at him. He saw me looking and smiled. At that point the ball him me in the head and somebody said, "Pay attention." And I returned my thoughts to the game. Sometime later I walked in the house and he was leaning against the wall watching the room. I looked at him and felt the instant erection in my bathing suit. I looked him up and down and he did likewise to me and I could see the erection growing in his speedo. I quickly walked into the bedroom where my clothes were to change into my street clothes. I had my suit off and my hard cock was sticking straight out in front of me when he walked into the room. He shut the door and locked it. His speedo had a big bulge in it. He walked over to me, put his hand on the back of my head, drew me toward him and kissed me. I let him kiss me and then I returned it and we were in a passionate lip lock. I broke it off and said, "We can't, not here, not now," He let his hand slide over my chest and stomach and then let it stroke the length of my cock. I said, "Fuck if you do that again, I am going to come." He smiled, said, "Really," dropped to his knees and deep throated my cock. He managed to suck it twice before I shot my load in his mouth. I tried to pull away but he grabbed my buttocks and held me in place as I ejaculated in his mouth. Then he stood up and asked, "Do you always come so fast?" "I never have, but then again nobody has ever turned me on like you have. Come on lets get dressed, we can't be caught in here like this." We got dressed, went back to the party and pretended we hardly knew each other. Late in the afternoon I told Becky I was leaving, did the goodbye thing ad walked out to my car. I heard somebody call, "Art," I turned around and there came Larry down the driveway. "Can you give me a lift to my hotel?" "Sure," I said as I felt my cock getting hard, "but why aren't you staying at home." "My parents and I really don't get along. It is easier to stay at a hotel. I won't be here that long." "Shit, I thought we might get to know each other better. Do you believe in love at first sight?" "With you; definitely, but I think there are too many thing against us. How old are you anyway?" "16." "I'm 19 going on 20 which makes any sexual relationship statutory rape. I'm in the marines and have to leave in 2 days. I'm in the closet, you know don't ask, don't tell. Are you?" "Yes." "If you were 18, maybe we could try, but with you at 16 it wouldn't work. Even forming a friendship wouldn't work. Your parents would wonder what was going on and no matter how much freedom they give you I bet you keep to a pretty good schedule with school, athletics, homework and whatever else you do, which you couldn't vary significantly without setting off alarms in their mind. You don't seem like the type of guy who would want your parents to worry about you. "But not withstanding the fact that it is illegal I know just the place to park if you want have sex. I notice we are both sporting very erect cocks and I am just dying to kiss you, if you are game." "Fuck man; just tell me where to go." He directed me out in the country to a derelict, falling down factory building. I parked out of sight of the road behind the building where we had a clear view in every direction. We got in the back seat and he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, the eyes, the ears and finally very softly and tenderly on the mouth. "Do you like that?" "Yes, but I have never done a lot of kissing especially as tenderly as that one was." So he did it all again, tenderly kissing me all over my face then kissing me on the mouth with his lips parted. I let my lips open and felt his tongue exploring. This went on for half an hour. I hadn't realized what kissing could be like when I was really in to the person I was with and not just trying to dip my wick. While we were kissing we had worked each others cock out of the others jeans. We segued into a 69 and gently licked and sucked on each others cock for about 20 minutes until we couldn't stand it any longer and we blew our loads into the others mouth. Then he lay on his back with his head in my lap and we talked about stuff for 20 minutes while I caressed the muscles of his torso. Finally I said, "I've got to go home." "I know." We got back in the front seat and I drove him to his hotel. He gave me a long tender kiss, got out and I drove away and got home just in time for dinner. After dinner dad and I helped mom clean up and do the dishes and we all spent the evening playing monopoly. I know that is not the "in" thing to do but I like my parents and don't mind doing things with them. I don't know what happened to the teen age rebellion gene every teen is supposed to have because I never rebelled. I guess it was because they never set unreasonable rules and I had no interest in alcohol or drugs. At 8:30 Larry called and asked if I wanted to play tennis in the morning. So we set it up met at his hotel. Mom asked, "Will you be back for dinner?" "That's not till two. I will probably be back in plenty of time." The next day I went to his hotel and went up and knocked on his door. He answered the door in just his briefs and I almost shot off in my shorts. I said "Jesus Christ," as a large bulge formed in the front of my shorts. He took my arm and said, "Come in, I'm almost ready." "Me too, but not for tennis, God you are beautiful, I said as I stripped off my clothes and lay back on the bed. "Let me have your cock man, fuck my mouth, please. I held out my arms. He slid down my torso until he was sitting on my chest. He pushed down his briefs, slid his cock in my mouth and fucked it. After a few minutes he worked his briefs off, straddled my head on his knees, slid his cock back in my mouth and deep throat fucked me as I ran my hands over his buttocks. I was in seventh heaven. I ran my hands all over his muscular body as he slowly fucked my mouth. Then he started going faster and rough fucked me. I slid my finger in the crack of his ass and massaged his asshole. He took some lubricant from the side table and squirted it in the crack of his ass. I lubricated my index finger and slid it up his asshole. He backed up against it until he was sitting on my chest with my finger trapped in his ass. he took hold of my head held it up from the pillow and face fucked me as I massaged his prostate. "Take my cock Art, eat me, and finger my ass." He kept up the pace for a while and I managed to say, "Ride my mouth, give me your load." He stretched out over me, supported himself on his hands and rode my mouth up and down until he finally came in my mouth. I swallowed convulsively as he came and I managed to keep in all in my mouth. He then sat back on his knees, leaned down and French kissed me. Then he turned around, sat his ass on my face, let me rim him and leaned forward and swallowed my cock in his hot, wet mouth and made love to my cock for 15 minutes. When I was about to come he deep throated my cock and took my load down his throat, moaning and groaning as I as I flexed my hips and face fucked him a while I came. Then he got up, lay next to me, caressed my torso and said, "Hi, I guess I need to get ready to go now. "Yeah, if we are really going to play tennis. I guess I blew it huh?" He laughed at my pun, kissed me and said, "I guess we both did." We got in the shower and took longer in the shower than we had having sex as we explored each others bodies with our hands and mouths, but we resisted having sex again and eventually ended up on the hotel tennis court and played a couple of games until lust overtook us again. We went back to his room, showered off the sweat and lubed up our asses. We knew where we were going to end up. I went in the room, sat on the edge of the sofa and laid back with my mouth agape. Larry stood on the sofa straddling me. We both had very stiff cocks. He squatted down and buried his cock in my mouth and reached around his body and stroked my cock. He put a condom on my cock, raised his body up, spread his cheeks and sat down on my cock. Unfortunately he had to pull his cock out of my mouth in order to do that. "Oh fuck, that hurts like hell and feels so good," he said as he slid up and down my cock caressed my chest and stomach. He rode my cock like that for a while. Then he switched around and sat the other direction. Then we went through about every position we could imagine until I said. "I'm gonna come if we keep this up." He pulled off of me and said, "We don't want to waste your cum like that." I went over to the bed and lay on my stomach with my legs splayed to the side, my butt in the air and my hard cock sticking out backwards between my legs and said, "My turn, fuck me." He walked over and caressed my buttocks and leaned down and licked my dick and balls. He used his finger and massaged the crack on my ass and then my asshole, finally working his finger inside my asshole. "Do you like that?" "Fuck yeah man." So he slid his finger up my ass, pulled it out and worked two fingers up my ass, stroking in and out. "Please stick your dick up my ass." He knelt on the bed behind me, pressed his cock against my asshole and pushed. Slowly his cock slid in my ass until he was fully seated. "Oh yeah man, that's it, fuck yeah. Now stroke me man." He did, He stroked me slow and fast and had me moaning and groaning. Then he pulled out and said, "Turn Over." I did and he pulled up my legs and reinserted, lay on top of me and fucked my ass by flexing his hips as he kissed me. After a while he slowed down and stopped. "I'm about to come," he said as he sat up and pulled out. He pulled off the condom, reversed direction and lay beside me and we took each other cock in our mouths and sucked as we tried to extract cum from the other. We were both ion the edge and it was a matter of trying to time it so that we had mutual ejaculations. We managed to do it and both of us started coming in the midst on a down stroke. We sucked and swallowed until our cocks softened and then lay back on the bed. "That was fucking great man," I said. He flipped around on the bed, looked me in the eyes and said. "Yeah, it really was. I'm going to miss you," as he closed his lips on mine. Ten minutes later we broke the kiss and he said, "Life is not fucking fair." I started crying and said, "No, it fucking isn't. After a while we showered again and got dressed. "I've got to go and you are leaving in the morning so I guess this is goodbye." He kissed me goodbye and I walked out the door and drove home. I got over it and a couple of weeks later school started again. Summer was over. With school back in session and with all of the newsletters I had to keep up with I didn't have a lot of time for sex. I signed up for football again, just because I liked the game but I didn't think I was ever going to get to play in a real game. I wasn't going to make the varsity team. We had been getting good feedback on our foreclosure book. A lot of people had saved their homes using the methods in the book. Instead of posting to or site I created a blog where all of the success stories were listed and tied it back to the site. I think this really helped sales of the book and newsletter In the 3rd week of August we had a big jump in sales. My social media book sales jumper 25% but the foreclosure book sales jumped over 200%. I was flabbergasted when we brought in over a million dollars in August. We found out that a radio and then associated TV station in California had aired a program on foreclosures in California which had in excess of 700,000 homes foreclosed on through August of 2008. The stations happened to feature 5 people who had saved their homes from foreclosure using the process in our book and that had caused our increase in sales. The 25 % increase in my social media book sales was probably caused incidentally because the sites were linked with each other. In September that program was picked up by the national news and dad was suddenly inundated with interview requests. We had TV news vans all up and down our street. So dad showed up on national TV and it got him fired. The bank said he had a conflict of interest and they had to let him go. It didn't matter because in September we took in almost $3,000,000 in book and newsletter sales from the national exposure. We happened to be in the worst of the foreclosure crisis because in 2008, 2.3 million properties went into foreclosure nationwide so the national exposure couldn't have been better timed. Dad is if nothing is else entirely rational, so the first thing he did was to pay off the house and car mortgages and all of the bills. Mom decided that she didn't want to quit working-at least not yet. So I went to school and dad stayed home and finished writing the book on "How to make money out of foreclosures." Two weeks later he was finished. Mom and I read it and made our comments and dad rewrote it to encompass our suggestions and we were ready to launch the new website. I got home from school and dad grabbed me and whirled me around the room grinning all the while when I walked in the door. "What's going on dad, what are you so happy about?" "Guess who called today." "I don't know." "Ellen, Ellen called." "Who, do you mean Ellen Wilson, from down the street?" "No, The Ellen show." "What is an Ellen show?" He got an exasperated look on his face and said. "Ellen Degeneres, she wants us to be on her show next week." It was my turn to look stupefied. "You talked to Ellen Degeneres?" "No, I didn't talk to her, I talked to her producer. She wanted me to be on the show. I told her that I would be delighted to do so but that you and your mother had to be there also. She wasn't enthusiastic but I told her that none of this would have happened without you and that the 3 of us owned the company. She asked me to explain. I did and she got really excited. We are scheduled to fly to New York next Tuesday and to appear on the show next Wednesday." "What did mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You better call her; now." Mom had to buy new clothes and made us get new clothes also. Then she had to get her hair and nails done and we had to get haircuts. Then she had to call everybody she knew. Dad and I stayed out of her way and used the time to launch the new website. Ownership of that one was just like the other one, Mom and dad owned 50% and I owned 50 %. That was at their insistence. I told them I didn't want any of it, it was all theirs. They wouldn't hear of it, so I gave in. Tuesday rolled around and we went to the airport in a limousine and took a private jet provided by the Ellen show to New York. So we all appeared on "The Ellen" show. I don't know when Mom and Dad and Ellen cooked up their scheme but I ended up the star of our segment of the show. I gave mom and dad all of the credit on the air, but that didn't stop Ellen from making me the star. Ellen gave a plug for our new book and everybody in the audience got a copy of the "How to save your house from foreclosure", "How to make money from foreclosures," "Protecting your children-A parent's guide to social media sites," and "How to use a computer-A Basic Guide." Ellen had arranged to have the books printed as hard back books with appropriate covers. Ellen had a couple of people who had used our book on the show with us. In her usual generous way she had arranged to pay off their mortgages. She brought up the fact that my dad had lost his job and said that was rather mean spirited on the part of the bank. Dad said, "I always wanted to live in a warmer climate and maybe this was God's way of telling me it was time to move. This will come as a surprise to Art but his mom and I have been talking about moving to Scottsdale AZ. Ellen said it was a good time to put his methods to the test and get a deal on a house in Scottsdale. Dad said he had already bought the house; it was a matter of holding it for an investment or to move the family into it. "Your method worked then?" asked Ellen. "Well the house was valued at over a million dollars before the housing collapse. At present it is valued at $500,000. I bought it from the bank for $200,000. I put down $20,000 and financed the balance at 3% for 15 years. I figure that it will be worth more than $1,000,000 when the market recovers in about 4 years. That is a pretty good return for a $20,000 investment." Ellen asked, "Can anybody do that?" I don't see why not. That is why we wrote the book. Banks have millions of foreclosed houses which they have to get rid of. They are not realtors, they borrow and lend money. If they have too many houses they have no money to lend and it costs them a fortune to keep, maintain and get rid of the houses. If they can't get rid of them they will go bankrupt. If somebody has a little money there is no better time to buy a house at a bargain price. Ellen said, "Well you've sold me. If you decide to make that your home I will pay for Candice Olsen to do the interior decoration on your home. "Thank you Ellen that is very nice of you." "Art, what I am going to do for you is to provide you with an all expense paid 4 year scholarship to the college of your choice including room and board" My eyes teared up and I managed to say, "Thanks, I don't know what to say, I certainly didn't expect that." That's how me and everybody found out we were moving to Scottsdale. Needless to say I became a minor celebrity at school for a while. Mom and Dad and I flew to Scottsdale to look at the 6,000 square foot on an acre of land house dad had bought and decided it was a good place to live. It had 4 bedrooms with 2 master suites at opposite ends of the house-one for mom and dad and one for me. Needless to say it had a swimming pool and a Jacuzzi. Dad was inundated with job offers. He eventually took a job in December as the vice president of a property investment company recommended to him by Ellen. He had a 5 year contract at $250,000 a year and 15 % of the gross profits. They located the company in Scottsdale because that was where he was. His job was to buy expensive property for little money where the company could at least double or triple their money. The company started out with a capitalization of $150,000,000. This didn't happen all at once but that was how it turned out. We decided not to move until December when the school semester was over, which gave Candice plenty of time for the interior design. Appearing on the Ellen show was a hell of a way to launch our new book and to give a large sales spike for the other books. Sales of the foreclosure book exceeded 3 million dollars in October and the new book on how to make money on foreclosures brought in, in excess of $4,000,000 in October. I was working on the computer one day in October when mom and dad came, sat down and said we needed to have a meeting about what to do with the money. Dad had asked me before and I had told him that investing in Twitter, Google or Apple seemed like a good idea for me. The problem was that twitter was a private company and the stock of the other companies was very expensive. Google was in excess of $500 a share and Apple had been running up to $250 a share. Dad said, "I bought 100,000 shares of Twitter at $4.00 a share when they had come up for sale in the secondary market. They are probably worth $10.00 a share but since Twitter is private the shares aren't listed anywhere. I bought them in your trust account. If twitter ever goes public they may be worth $4,000,000. I think that was a good investment. I am sure that if that happens whoever sold them will be unhappy but sometimes you have no choice when you need money." I had the money. In the first year I sold 40,000 e-books and 10,000 subscriptions to the social media newsletter. The other newsletter was not as successful: I sold 8,000 e-books and had 4,000 subscriptions to the computer newsletter. Gross income was a little less than $1,250,000. Overhead was minimal, taxes were huge but I ended up with over $750,000 in the bank when the year was over. Dad continued saying, "We have earned about $9,000,000 so far and we will probably get to keep about $5,000,000 after taxes. We may make that much again before the year is out. Art we only have this money because of you so I want to do what you want within reason. We have financial advisors but that only goes so far. We don't want to lose the money through bad investments but we don't want it to sit in the bank at a half percent interest making money for everybody except us either. Apple has dropped to close to $80 a share from almost $250 a share 3 months ago. I have been told that this is a market correction and that the stock price will recover in the next few months and probably keep on going up. If we buy 10,000 shares for $800,000 and it goes back up it will be worth $2,500,000 and we will triple our money. I guess the real question is how much to buy. If we invest say $2,000,000 that gives us 25,000 shares. If it goes back to $250 that is $6,250,000. The rest of the money I think we should use to buy up property at cents on the dollar. It isn't often that this type of opportunity comes around. Do you want to do it that way?" "Is there a way to protect our stock investment?" "Yes, there is. What we will do is put in a trailing stop loss order so that if the market goes against us we will be sold out of our position. That will limit our loss. If the stock goes up the stop order will move with it and protect any gains we have in the stock. I don't know how much worse this foreclosure mess is going to get, but banks are going to start failing. Although I lost my job I think I would have lost in anyway because I think that bank is going into bankruptcy. The Federal government is going to have to do something or the country is going to go into a deep recession. I don't think we are going to have a market for our foreclosure book for more than 6 months unless the government does something. At that point the housing market will be so depressed people will be abandoning their mortgages because their mortgage will be in excess of the value of the house and our advice will not apply. The banks are going to be stuck with more and more houses which they will have to sell at discount prices. Anybody with a little money and some real estate savvy can make a relative fortune in the next few years even if they only deal in low to mid price houses. The 50,000 orders we got this month for our new book are because of the Ellen show and we can't count on that in the future, You were right on the mark however when you suggested we price the book at $59.99 and the newsletter at $29.99. Customers need to think we value our own advice so we probably wouldn't have gotten as many orders at $29.99 as we did at $59.99. Everybody who buys the book and follows our advice stands a good chance of becoming relatively wealthy in the present market so I am not going to feel guilty about the money we have made. The newsletters are going to be chock full because I am sure there will be lots of questions as people proceed. The customers who signed up for the newsletter are probably going to do better than the ones who didn't. There may be an opportunity for the sale of more sales of newsletter subscriptions in the next couple of months Only half of the people who bought the book signed up for the newsletter. I am sure the 80/20 rule applies here. Probably only 20 % of the people who buy the book will act, the other 80% will let the opportunity slip away. Well is there anything else we need to discuss." I had been thinking about the fact that I recognized I was gay for quite a while and had been looking for an opportunity to tell my parents, so I said , "Yes there is one more thing we ought to talk about. I'm gay and thought you ought to know." Dad looked at mom and then said, "Okay, is there anything else." I don't know what I expected but casual acceptance wasn't in my list of possible responses. "Dad," I said, "I don't know if you understand what I said, I'm queer, I like to have sex with guys not girls," and I started crying. "We heard what you said son. We don't care. You are our son and we love you. Our love is not dependent upon your sexual orientation. We thought you might be gay, but we were waiting for you to bring it up when you were ready. We didn't want to appear to be accusing you of anything. I assume this is called coming out of the closet. Are you just coming out to us or are you going to tell the whole world?" I had to stop crying because it is hard to cry and laugh at the same time. "Where did you' all learn about "coming out of the closet?" "Guys and gals are doing it all of the time now-a-days," my mother said. "On television, in the news, in the newspaper, actors, actresses, politicians, generals, teachers, preachers. In seems to be the "In thing" to do. But your father and I went to a class a while ago on "What to do when you child tells you they are gay. We learned all of the relevant terms and learned all about gay sex." "Now I am embarrassed mom." "You shouldn't be Art. Gay sex is not all that different from straight sex. We know you can't give us natural grandchildren but you can find somebody you can love and who loves you and by coming out you don't have to live a lie all your life. You may want to adopt some kids in the future. Your friends and lovers are always welcome in our house just as your girlfriends would have been." "I don't understand why you would go to such a class. I thought I had my inclinations pretty well hidden. Why would you think I was gay?" Dad said, "You have never asked why we are not closer with the myriad relatives you must be aware that you have." "I figured there must have been some kind of family squabble that nobody wanted to talk about. I really didn't miss the relatives because I was never close with them." "Well the truth of the matter is that homosexuality seems to run in both side of our families. We wanted a sterile environment for you to grow up in. We figured that because there were so many gay and/or bisexual members of the families that there was a one in three chance that you would be gay. We figured that in must be genetic and so we would just wait to see what your inclinations were. We took the class "in case" and I guess it was a good thing we did, not that we did not already have a pretty good understanding having grown up knowing of so many relatives who were gay. Beside which we noticed that you tended to look at guys a whole more than girls even if you didn't realize it. " I couldn't help but think back on my first sexual experience when my cousin had given me a blowjob when he was visiting us years ago. Mom said, "I don't know if you have determined what your choice is in guys and whether you are a dominant or submissive in effect a wife or a husband, but it doesn't matter to us. We do worry about HIV/AIDS because it is treatable but incurable. STD's are treatable with antibiotics. We hope you are careful when you have sex." I turned bright red and said, "Mom, stop, this is embarrassing." "Well it shouldn't be. You brought up the subject and said we should talk about it and you never answered our question about what people you were coming out too." "Just you `all at the present time. I was wondering whether you were going to throw me out of the house and disown me which has happened to so many others." Then they both broke into tears. They got up, walked around the desk and embraced me. Mon said, "Art, we are so sorry you felt that could be our reaction. We should have brought this up years ago instead of waiting. We love you and are proud that you are our son. We thought we were making it easier for you and we screwed up. That you are gay is no more meaningful to us than if you were left handed." Everybody started crying and we all cried for 15 minutes. Then dad, practical as always said, "How do you get condoms?" I laughed and said, "Vending machines in service stations." "Lubricant." "Soap. K-Y jelly." "Dildos." "Dad!!" "It was an all encompassing class. We know about sex toys and about how promiscuous gays tend to be." "I wouldn't leave a dildo lying around the house besides I don't have any." "You can get what you need on-line I assume?" "Well order what you want and we will put it on my credit card. In fact I will get you a credit card. If you are going to have sex; get a nice room. I don't want you arrested for public indecency. Just call us and let us know you won't be home if you are going to be out all night. You are aware, I assume, that is illegal for you to have sex with anyone, especially anyone over 18. Everybody has a cell phone camera today. Don't ever let anyone take your picture having sex or it may be used for blackmail or it will be all over the internet. You are a very rich young man so don't let anybody know that. You understand why? If you are in somebody else's house always assume there is a hidden camera. It is always better if it is your room you are in. While you are on-line buy one of those spy things that can tell you whether a room is wired for sound or cameras and use it to check any room you are in. When we get to Scottsdale we will get you a gay doctor so that you won't be scared to report an STD if you get one. Did I forget anything mom." "Only that if you don't want to go to high school when we get to Scottsdale we can always enroll you in an internet high school or you can finish by home schooling since I won't be working any more. I know that high school can be hell on gays and you don't have to go through that." Dad said, "We never tried to restrict your access to on-line pornography mainly because you could have easily defeated any blocks we may have tried since you know a whole lot more about computers than we do so you probably know more about the mechanics of sex than I did at your age, but there is a difference between sex and love. I know that boys your age are hormone driven and are horny all of the time. We know we can't stop you from having sex no matter what the law says we just hope you are careful and that eventually you will fall in love and find that sex is so much better when it is with someone you love." I was just sitting there looking like I had been hit on the head by a 2 X 4. Dad looked at me and said, "What?" "This wasn't at all what I expected. Did I tell you that I love you guys?" "No, but we knew it anyway, sport." Mom said, "Why don't we go out and have a celebratory "Coming out" dinner. So we did. I felt like a great weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I wasn't out but I wasn't in either. At least I didn't have to hide who I was or be ashamed of it either. I just had to make it through high school. I knew that Ellen was gay. I wondered if she knew that I had had sex with her one of the guys on her show while I was there. Mom and dad had been talking to one of the producers and I was wandering around the set. I saw this hot, tall great looking long and lean guy with a buzz cut in a green shirt and I felt my cock getting hard. I watched him working for a while. He didn't know I was looking and then suddenly he looked up and saw me, ran his eye up and down my body and a great big smile lit up his face. I smiled back, but I was embarrassed and I turned and walked away toward the back of the stage think how much I would like to suck his cock, but, even if he was gay and/or interested, with all of the people working on the set that wouldn't be possible. He wasn't the only hot stud on the set but he was the one that set my bells ringing. I wandered into a part of the set that was all storage rooms and unlit, so I turned around and started back. The guy was right behind me and I ran right into him. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were there." The next thing I knew his hand was on my crotch and stroking the bulge in my pants. "If you want to do this, follow me." He went down and unlit hall opened a door, walked through a room in through another door, through that room and into another room. I followed him inside and he shut the door. He had his shirt off before he turned around and then loosened his jeans and showed me his 6 inch hard cock. I stripped off my shirt, got on my knees and went down on him. Nice cock I thought as I sucked up and down its length. I undid my jeans and let my cock out into the light. I fondled his balls as I sucked and then ran my hands over his muscular legs and butt. He started face fucking me so I just held my head still while he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my mouth. Occasionally he would bury his cock down my throat and hold it there and they face fuck me some more. He started moaning and could feel his muscles tense in his legs and then his whole body tensed, he moaned and then my mouth was filed with his cum as he pushed his cock down my throat as he ejaculated. His cock softened and he pulled out of my mouth. I stood up and he slid down the wall and squatted there and said "Fuck my mouth, man." I stepped out of my jeans and shorts, moved toward his face, leaned against the wall and worked my cock back and forth in his mouth. He shut his eyes and moaned as I face fucked him. I felt his hand on my balls as he reached up and fondled them. Then the worked his hand between my cheeks and massaged my asshole with the end of his finger. I buried my cock down his throat and his finger entered my anal canal and he finger fucked me with my cock buried down his throat. I moaned and groaned, he kept finger fucking me, used his other hand on my balls and I rough fucked his mouth until I shot my wad in his mouth. I pulled out as I softened. "Rad man, absolutely rad. Lets get back on the set, before we are missed." We got dressed and walked back to the lit part of the set. I looked at my watch and saw that it had taken us ten minutes. He patted my ass, went back to work and I wandered back to see what my parents were doing. I guess recognition was the first step in my journey through life as a gay man. Finis Art's adventures continues in the story "Low hanging fruit."