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The court case over, Tim and Beau are married and relax in their hotel room, looking both back and forward to life.
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That night, as Beau and I climbed into our bed in the best room in the best hotel in Charleston, West Virginia (no condescension intended or implied!), we held each other tight.
"I still can't come to grips with Bruce's news," I told Beau.
"Do you know if he's right? Is being gay hereditary?"
"I think the jury's still out on that one. There was talk about a `gay gene' a few years ago, but it's not widely accepted. I think it's still a combination of nature and nurture."
With that, I pulled Beau closer and kissed him deeply. "Speaking of nurture, I want to fuck you, and then I want you to fuck me, and then I want to do it all over again and again, all night... husband!"
Beau tittered, "Husband? That's gotta piss off your whole goddamned fucking family!"
"All except one."
"All except one." Beau repeated.
As we caressed each other and then moved into the 69 position, I was overcome by the powerful emotion I was experiencing. I took Beau's hard eight inches out of my mouth and took a deep breath.
"I really do love you," I whispered to him, then waited with my heart pounding with fear and anticipation.
After a moment, Beau replied softly, "I love you, too, Tim. You've taught me what love really is, and I'm so glad that we're together."
Beau paused. "In fact..." He suddenly sat up, got out of bed, and walked over to his suitcase. He rummaged around in it for a moment, picked something out, and turned back toward me. He was holding the two-headed penis in his hands and had a big smile on his face.
"I thought maybe we could try this fucker, if you're up for it," he said with sly delight.
I let out a whoop and bounced to my feet. Taking the pink monster out of Beau's hands, I examined it closely.
"I haven't seen this shit since shortly after the day we bought it at that sex shop!"
"You had such a look on your face, I thought it best to keep it out of sight for a while, but now that we're... married..." Beau took a deep breath, "I can hardly fucking believe that..."
I took Beau's face in both hands and drew him into a deep, passionate kiss. With that, we returned to the bed, and I said, "OK. Show me how this fucking monstrosity works."
Beau arranged us so that we were sitting in the middle of the bed, facing each other, our legs crossed. He reached under his pillow and retrieved that same bottle of lube we had been using for months. Holding the dildo in the middle, he pumped a little lube on one end, then the other.
"There's a couple of ways that we can use this..."
"I'm ready, willing, and able!"
Beau then guided me to straighten my legs and lean back until I was lying flat on the bed.
"Lift up your ass a bit."
As I did so, he gently guided one end of the double-header toward my ass. Pressing on my pucker, he pushed my end of the sex toy inside me.
"Shit! It's cold!" I exclaimed. "I'm used to your hot dick, not fucking cold plastic!"
Beau chuckled. "We'll warm it up pretty soon."
Leaning back, he lay down with his legs parallel to mine and his knees on top of mine, and guided the other pecker-head into his own ass. Moaning softly as it penetrated him, he sighed, "you're right. It is fucking cold!"
With the unnatural stimulant positioned inside both of us, Beau said, "Now, if we do this right, we can fuck each other at the same time, just by moving back and forth." With that he slid his ass toward mine and the pink dick moved deep inside me.
"Now, you push it back to me." I repeated his motion and felt it plunge into Beau's rectum. We quickly figured out how to keep it moving. Beau was right, it warmed up quickly and became quite pleasant.
I was lying on my back with my head and shoulders raised to that I could see what we were doing.
"You'd better lie flat, or you'll get a sore neck!" Beau warned me. As I did so, I closed my eyes and thought back over our time together.
The night we met, we had merely traded blowjobs – pretty tame for two horny gay men, but no doubt the most I could have managed on my first time with a man.
I remembered learning to 69, then to rim, then to fuck my lover, and finally to take his magnificent eight inches all the way inside me.
Along the way, Jimmy and Brett had joined in our exploration, and I had to admit that sex with two men was a lot of fun and not the least disconcerting for me. In less than six months, I had gone from believing myself hopelessly alone and totally straight, to being married to my lover and willing to try any kind of sexual experience he offered.
For a moment, my thoughts turned to my son, Bruce. It was impossible not to think that he, too, must enjoy having sex with a man, and that he may have gone through the same gradual learning experience that I had. I was truly happy for him and Miles, and I hoped that their sex life together was at least as fulfilling as mine and Beau's.
"Penny for your thoughts," Beau interrupted my reverie.
"Oh, just got to thinking about Bruce... and Miles..."
"Wanna invite them to join us?" Beau said wickedly.
I jumped, almost losing the plastic dick from my ass, "Fuck no! That's disgusting!"
Then I thought for a moment. "Unless it's OK with you and both of them!" ____________________________________________
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