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Tim's initiation into butt-fucking went well, and he and Beau looked forward to subsequent stages in the advance to the intimacy that Tim dreamed of having with Beau. But, as always, life happens!
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GOING GAY PART 10
[As the warm water flowed over our naked bodies and his hot come filled my throat, I felt the first twinge of true love for this beautiful young man who was so committed to my sexual enjoyment.]
My next lesson involved taking the butt plug what seemed like several inches deeper into my tight hole, but I know it was really only a tiny bit deeper. Before I allowed the instrument of "torture" to invade my posterior, I asked Beau, "how big around is that fucker?"
"At the base, where you won't EVER need to go, it's probably eight inches around. Jimmy's fuck-stick is six inches, and that's pretty goddamned big! My dick is about five, and yours looks like it's probably four or four-and-a-half." As he spoke, he showed me places on the length of the sex toy that corresponded to the sizes he was naming.
"If nobody is eight inches around, why is this fucking thing that size?"
Beau hesitated, looked down, and then up again with a sly grin, "Tim, Tim, Tim! There's a whole other world out there, and there are people and places I hope you'll never know about..."
"Come on, just fucking tell me, goddammit!"
"OK, but just don't go getting any ideas." He took a deep breath. "There are people - men, I mean - who enjoy pain and taking things to the extreme. While no natural penis is eight inches around, the pain-slash-pleasure of having something that fucking big up your ass does have a certain attraction to some guys. It's not really healthy - either physically or mentally, but there you have it - some guys are into pushing the limits. They're usually high on something when they do it, to mask the pain."
I was silent. I didn't want to appear shocked or disgusted. I have always known that there are people with strange sex fetishes, and I'd heard jokes about the kinds of things that some guys will try to shove up their assholes: light bulbs, cucumbers, and even other men's fists, but I was not prepared to come face-to-face with this reality.
I hesitated, "It kind of... seems like... what we're doing is the first step toward some kind of weird and dangerous twilight zone of kinky sex..."
"Sure, just like drinking your first beer was the same way that the drunk lying in his own piss in the gutter got started. Anything can be taken too fucking far, and from what I know about you, it just isn't even conceivable that you'd end up that way."
"Or you?"
"Fuck, no! I've seen a little of that shit, too close for comfort, and it only reinforces my knowledge of my own limits."
"You mean, you've been asked to do some things like that?"
"Oh, sure. I've run into customers and even porn directors who ask how far I'm willing to go, but once I make my rules clear, the subject is dropped. Can't blame them for asking, I guess."
I took a long, deep breath and changed the subject. "So, how far did I go today?"
Beau smiled broadly. "Well, student Timothy Hobson, I am honored to award you the degree of 'Ready for a Teen-age Dick'!"
I didn't understand at first. Then, as it dawned on me what Beau meant, I got a big smile on my face. "You've hired a teen-ager to fuck me!" I chortled with fake enthusiasm.
We both laughed heartily. Then Beau said, "Right, and then we'd both go to jail for that little caper!" He paused. "No, Tim my boy, you'll have to make do with this lovely pink imitation of what I had dangling between my legs when I was about fourteen years old!" He reached behind his back and showed me the smallest of the fake penises that we had bought.
"And if I remember what you told me correctly, that's the very age and size you were, the first time you fucked a girl?"
Beau grinned, "Well, the way I remember it, I was a hell of a lot bigger, but you're probably spot-on."
"And what did the lucky young lady have to say?"
He mimicked a girlish voice, "Oh, Beau, you're SOOO big!" We roared with laughter.
"So, if you're game, let's try young Beau and see how he fits."
I nodded eagerly and presented my backside. Beau lightly lubed the pink toy and began to tease my hole with it, sliding it up and down my crack, just like I did before I penetrated him. Then he probed my pucker tenderly, pushing a little deeper with each thrust.
"It feels a lot bigger than the butt-plug," I said warily.
"That's because it's not tapered. It starts out at the size you worked up to, so if it feels like you're not ready for it, just say so."
I turned my head to the rear and grinned at Beau, "Fuck me, baby-boy!" as I shoved my ass upward, arched my back as I had seen him do, and wiggled my ass cheeks.
With a hearty laugh, Beau put some pressure on the dildo, and I felt it pass my two sphincters quickly and with little discomfort. My rings of muscle had apparently been properly exercised to accommodate the size and texture of the sex toy.
Once it was inside me, Beau stopped. "Now, I want you to relax." I made an attempt to do so. "Take some deep breaths, and when you breathe out, try to push the dick out of your ass, like your taking a shit." I did as he said, and it suddenly slipped in deeper, so easily that I hardly felt it. With that, Beau started slowly moving the fake prick in and out. "How does that feel?"
"Well, it's different. I gotta say that." Gradually, Beau increased the speed and depth of this thrusting, and I began to master the rhythm of being fucked.
"Still OK?" He asked.
I stopped moving back and forth and turned my head back toward Beau. "You know, it's just not any fucking fun."
"Huh?"
"Well, I mean, when Jimmy was fucking you, both of you were really into it," I began, "but this is so goddamned artificial. There's no pleasure - for you or me."
Beau stopped. "You're right, Tim. I guess I was so concerned about not hurting you that I kinda forgot that this is supposed to be sex. Here..."
And with that, he carefully slid the pink dick out of my ass, guided me to lie down on my left side, and then moved himself into position where he could "spoon" me. He put his left arm out, and I rested my head on it, close to his chest. He snuggled up, pressing his chest against my back and moved his knees into the crooks of mine. He then pressed his hard (and real!) cock against my back.
When I felt Beau's hot hardness up against my skin, I asked hopefully, "Does this turn you on, lover?"
"Fuck, yeah." Then I felt Beau take the dildo and smoothly slide it back into my ass. To my surprise it slipped in easily and I hardly felt it. He held the fake cock in his right hand and put his fist directly next to the base of his cock and began to move his hips back and forth. With the cock held between us and our bodies touching from head to toe, it felt like he was actually fucking me. I felt his hard-on sliding up and down my back as he pleasured me.
Suddenly, I felt a jolt of electricity run up my spine. "Unh!" I exclaimed, and I pushed my ass into his crotch.
"Found your G-spot did we, Timmy?"
"Fuckin-A!" I answered, using a phrase I had learned from Jimmy. "Keep doing whatever the fuck it is you're doing!"
Silently, our bodies rhythmically in sync, Beau fucked me with the teen-aged-boy-size plastic prick. He was certainly hitting whatever that magical spot was, because I felt myself getting close to shooting. He was also pressing his cock into my back and dry-fucking me harder and harder. As our movements became more urgent and powerful, Beau whispered in my ear, "It won't be long, Tim, before it will be me inside you, instead of this fucking fake thing!"
With that, I felt my nuts contract up into my body. Trembling I started to shoot. At that moment, I felt the muscles of my asshole contract tightly around the fake dick, and I realized the intense pleasure that Beau had been getting as he came while I fucked him. My juices shot all over the bed.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, "the sheets!" We had taken such care to keep the hotel's fine satin sheets clean through all our sex-play, but I had not realized what was going to happen when we started our little ass-fucking lesson. Suddenly, I felt something hot and wet spurt up my spine, the length of my back, followed by several more shots of steaming semen. Beau pulled me tight, pressing the dildo even deeper inside me, and I groaned in ecstasy as my prostate kept contracting, even though my balls were empty. He held me tight against his body as we both breathed hard and savored the afterglow of ejaculation.
Finally, Beau relaxed and loosened his grip on me. Slowly and lovingly, he extracted the memento of his first teen-age sex experience from my no-longer-virgin ass.
"Wow!" I breathed, exhausted. "That was fucking fantastic! I never felt like that before in my life."
"That's no surprise, Tim, unless you've been leading me on about your virgin asshole!" We chuckled together over that.
He rolled onto his back, and I turned toward him, resting my head on his chest. He put his arm around me and kissed the top of my bald head. I reached down and lightly grasped his now-soft cock, teasing a few drops of come out of the opening and carrying them to my lips on one finger.
Then something occurred to me. I raised up on one elbow. "Let me see that fuck-toy."
"Why?"
"I just want to have a look at it." Beau picked it up from the sheets at his side and displayed it for me. I looked closely, then took it from him and examined it thoroughly.
"What the fuck?" he asked, amused.
"I just wanted to see if there was any blood or shit on it."
"And is there?"
"Not that I can tell."
"Well, that means you have mastered the art of the enema."
Holding the plastic plaything up to the light, I said, "It doesn't look that big from here, but I sure knew it was inside me."
"You can't imagine how frustrating it was for me to fuck you with that thing, instead of the real one." We kissed deeply.
"How long do you think it will be before we can get to THAT lesson?"
"At the rate you're fuckin' going, Tim, I don't think it will take too long!" We kissed again.
Over the next week or two, I became better acquainted with both the butt-plug and the teen-age toy cock. I even told myself I was ready for the real one - the one I sucked and drained regularly.
One evening after we had played and showered, I poured a drink for myself and opened a beer for Beau. He never touched hard liquor - just beer and wine, but I loved a well-made cocktail, especially after a long round of fucking.
With that, Beau's cell phone rang - or rather, it sang - some popular song that I had no chance of recognizing.
Beau looked at the caller ID, then at me. "Shit! It's work..." He rose and went into the bedroom to have his conversation.
At that moment, my false reality came tumbling down upon me. We had been in a lover's magic land of kissing, cuddling, sex, and complete devotion to each other. Sure, I had to answer a monthly text from Keith about my finances, but the call usually came first thing in the morning, while Beau was down in the hotel gym working out. Finally, his 'other life' came home and burst into my idyllic dream-world.
Beau emerged from the bedroom in less than five minutes, his phone in his hand. He tossed it on the couch and flopped down hard next to me. "That was my director. He needs me up in L.A. for a couple of weeks."
"To make a new film?"
"Yes, after looping the one that Jimmy and I made right before I met you." Beau had told me that "looping" was the process of adding the soundtrack after the video had been edited.
"Is Jimmy in the new one with you?" I asked, feeling a strong pang of jealousy that anyone else was going to have sex with my lover.
"No, not this one. It's for a different studio - one that I only work for now and then."
I hesitated a long time before saying quietly, "do you really have to do this?"
Beau sighed, lifting and dropping his shoulders. His normally bright blue eyes were dull and listless. "I am under contract. They could sue me if I back out."
Again, I was at a loss what to say and terrified that I'd say the wrong thing. "Um... I don't know if it's possible, but could we just pay them back for the job, instead of your going up there? I mean, if it's just a matter of money, I could..."
Beau looked at me with a mixture of confusion and disappointment. "Tim, I could never take your money to pay for porn - even porn that I don't do! And besides... I don't mean anything by this, but... I kind of have to think of my career - I just don't think it's a good idea for either one of us to kid ourselves that what we're doing will go on forever. Life just doesn't work that way..."
I was heart-broken, but I couldn't deny the truth in his words. I was enjoying living inside the bubble of love and sex that had surrounded us for weeks now, and I was refusing to allow myself to think of it as anything other than "the new normal" - when I knew full well that it was unreal and that it was crazy to see it any other way.
We sat silently for a while. "When do you have to leave?"
"They start shooting on Monday." Today was Wednesday. That meant four days at the most, unless he needed to be up there earlier to make arrangements or whatever.
We sat a while longer. Then I had an idea. "Beau, tell me if this is fucking crazy or wrong, or you just don't want to do it, but... could I come with you?"
He looked at me in surprise. His eyes filled with tears and he pulled me into a tight hug. I must have said the right thing. Then he pulled back, shook his head, and took a deep breath.
"I don't see how, Tim. First of all, I work from 5 or 6 AM until late every day. You have no idea how fucking complicated making a movie is, and how exhausting it is for everyone involved. I think the public has some idea that it's all glitz and glamour - just fuck and go! - but it's really nitty-gritty dirty and sweaty. You wouldn't enjoy even one minute of it."
He paused, "and then there's the whole matter of me fucking with other guys. It would be hard for me to do that knowing you were back in a hotel room waiting for me to come home to you, and I absolutely CANNOT have sex with you while we're filming - I need every drop I can produce for the constant re-takes and different scenes."
I thought for a moment. "OK. I realize I don't know shit about your business, but I also know - or at least I believe - that our relationship, as hot as it is, has got to be about more than just sex. I really like you - hell, I think I love you, Beau - and if I can't find something to occupy myself while you're working, then I've got to admit that I'm wrong about what it is that we have, and I'll be goddamned if I'm going to admit that!"
He looked up, his eyes a brighter blue again. I went on, "For most of my life, I went to work every day, and my wife stayed home waiting for me. She met me with a kiss, we had dinner, relaxed, and just enjoyed being together. Of course we had sex, but that wasn't the sole or even primary basis of our relationship, and if you're prevented from getting off, maybe we can invent ways to just play around and still preserve your refractory period."
"I don't know, Tim..."
"Look, let me ask you this: have there ever been porn stars, of either gender, who were married?"
"Sure. I know a few, but..."
I pursued the thought, "but most of them are not, because it's really challenging to have a relationship with someone you love after fucking other people all day at work?"
"Something like that."
"But that means that some of them DO actually make it work?"
"I guess so."
"So, would you be willing to give it a try? Let me come with you and send you off to work with a kiss in the morning, and when you get home at night, I'll put on an apron and ask 'how was your day, sweetie'?" I said, mimicking a wife-ish voice.
Beau laughed out loud. "How could I fucking resist a picture like that? It'll be like one of those old TV shows where the perfect family is always happy, and nothing bad ever happens!"
"Let's not get too optimistic," I cautioned. "I can think of a million ways to Sunday that this could fall apart... but, goddammit, I'm willing to give it a try. How about you?"
With that, we kissed for along time, then got up and ordered two steak dinners with champagne from room service. When the waiter brought them, he was all smiles. "Celebrating something, gentlemen?"
We must have had the biggest shit-eating grins that waiter had ever seen. I just said, "you bet your sweet ass!" The waiter smiled, winked at us both, and quietly let himself out.
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