Copyright Tim Hobson - all rights reserved. (And please note that "Tim Hobson" is indeed a pseudonym, which I also copyright and reserve all rights to. Perhaps some day this will be published, and if so, I want to reap my rightful benefits.)
This is the third installment of my fictional experience about "going gay." Thanks again for all the kind emails. To answer one question: no, this is not autobiographical, but it really is my long-held secret desire to enter into this fantasy world. In other words, I am living this adventure vicariously by writing it and sharing it with all of you. I hope you're enjoying reading as much as I am getting a kick out of writing!
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GOING GAY PART 3
["Not to worry. I have a thick skin - including on the end of my cock!" We both burst out laughing and resumed kissing eagerly.
In my heart of hearts, I prayed that this evening would turn into something much better and longer-lasting.]
It seemed like we had been kissing and hugging for a long time, but I'm sure it was only a couple of minutes at most. That's all it took to get us both hard, as I could definitely feel when I pressed my prick against his.
Breaking the embrace, I gestured into the suire and said, "How about we get more comfortable?"
"Now you're talking!" We moved into the sitting area and took the soft leather couch. Beau sat sideways, his knees pointed at me, and I leaned back, thinking about how monumentally my life had just changed. I had actually kissed a boy - well, I guess I'd better say "a man" so that I don't get in trouble with the cops. And I had definitely enjoyed it, as my hard-on attested.
Beau put one hand on my leg and gently stroked it. I turned to look at him. Those beautiful blue eyes were like powerful magnets, irresistably pulling me deeper and deeper into his world of man-sex.
"What do we do next?" I wondered.
"Well, that depends on how far you want to go - it is our 'first date' after all!"
We both laughed at that thought. "What do you like to do?" I said, looking him straight in the eye.
"Oh, whatever. I always try to go with the flow of the guy I'm with."
"How many men have you been with?"
He fell silent, his face clouded. "Does that make a difference?" he asked softly.
"No, not at all, and I know it's none of my fucking business, so please forget I asked." In response, he leaned in to me and began another deep kiss.
This time we were in a more open position, and soon I felt his hand sliding up my leg. Moving imperceptibly - I think he somehow sensed how fast I could tolerate - he finally brushed his knuckles against my rigid dick through my slacks. I jolted and took a quick breath, and he smiled and made a pleased 'Mmm' sound.
"You like that?" I wasn't sure if it was a question or an observation, but I replied, "Very nice. Please don't stop."
With that, he slid closer to me on the couch. Our hips and knees were pressed against each other. Gingerly, he unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled down the fly and gently slipped his hand inside.
His warm hand quickly surrounded my swollen member. "You're big," he observed.
"Too big?" I wondered aloud.
"In your dreams!" We both laughed at that.
He began gently stroking my cock through my underwear. I decided that it was time for me to take some action in response to his. I raised my ass and slid my pants down to my ankles. Beau removed his hand and bent down, removed my shoes, took my pants completely off, and also slid my socks off.
I sat there in just my polo shirt and tighty-whities. I glanced down and there was no doubt that my pecker was as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar. I expected him to continue stimulating me with his hand, but instead, Beau leaned down and began to kiss my hard-on through my jockey shorts. Each touch of his mouth sent a delightful shiver of excitement up and down my spine, and his soft blond hair tickled my stomach as his head brushed against it.
Then he stuck out his tongue and began licking the length of my dick, pulling the knob into his mouth and sucking on it hungrily. I moaned again and pressed it up into his face.
He sat back up and gave me a sunny smile. "I'd better catch up with you."
With that, he started to pull his muscle shirt up over his head. "Wait! Let me do that." I quickly said.
He relaxed and smiled again. "That would be nice."
I leaned closer to him and lifted his shirt from the bottom. As I slid it up his chest, my heart started pounding. I was undressing the sexiest young man I had ever seen, and he was actually enjoying it!
The rising shirt revealed a line of soft hair leading down from his navel and disappearing into his cargo shorts. Then it revealed solid six-pack abs, followed by brown nipples adorned by a few tiny hairs. He raised his arms to allow me get the shirt over his head, revealing thick, dark hair in his armpits. The only smell from them was the light scent of a masculine cologne or deodorant. I was pleased to note that he had no visible tattoos or piercings.
The shirt dealt with, I went right for his belt and zipper. Rather than reaching inside as he had done, I tucked both thumbs into his waistband and slid his shorts down. I inadvertently trembled in surprise as I saw that he was not wearing underwear.
Noticing my reaction, Beau simply said, "Commando." I smiled up at him for a moment, then continued on my mission of undressing him.
As I wriggled his pants downs his legs, a delicate bush of soft brown pubic hair appeared. It occurred to me that he must keep it trimmed (later, I would learn that it was 'sculpted' but I was still innocent of such things!). Then I saw his erection, first pushed over to the right by his shorts, and then, released, bursting out with abandon and sticking straight up, practically in my face.
His penis was as perfect as the rest of his body. It was a lot bigger than what I thought must be 'average,' with a foreskin concealing most of the head. It was throbbing and bobbing up and down with his heartbeat. I stopped, breathless.
"You like it?"
My voice trembling, I replied, "It's beautiful," giving it just the softest of kisses.
"You're not bad yourself." I suddenly realized that while I was revealing his manhood, Beau had slipped my underpants down, freeing my own pulsing prick.
He pulled my face toward him, and we kissed deeply again. Then we pulled apart and Beau stood up and removed his shoes, socks, and shorts. With him totally naked in front of me, I saw why Windermere had referred to him as an Adonis.
Michaelangelo's David had nothing on the magnificent young man baring all for my viewing pleasure. His blond hair was perfectly styled, but a little mussed from my pulling his shirt off. His face was softly tanned, so his bright blue eyes glowed like diamonds or stars. His lips, which had already become intimate with mine, were just perfect. His neck and shoulders were strong but not overly muscular. His chest was firm and his rippled abdomen looked like he must get a lot of exercise. His hard dick was perpendicular to the floor, sticking straight at me with all of its length. His hips and legs were more muscular than his arms, and his feet were rather large (which I have been told goes with a big dick). Once again, I was grateful that he had no tattos or piercings on his perfect body.
I happened to glance past him and saw in the mirror on the wall that his buttocks were well-developed and powerful. Knowing as I did that he used them for sex, I felt a thrill as I imagined what it would feel like to press my rod between them. Fully aware that I was taking such a lingering look at him, and liking what I saw, he responded with a wide grin and a wink of his eye.
With that, I also rose and kicked my underwear off.
Naked. Fully erect. Breathing shakily, but not breaking our intense eye contact, we moved again into each other's arms. The feeling of touching him skin-to-skin made my balls begin to ache with a familiar urgency. Beau must have sensed that I was approaching a climax, because he stepped back and broke the embrace.
"Got anything to drink?" he inquired. We both took a long, deep breath.
Right away, I realized what a lousy host I was being. "What do you like?"
"What've you got?"
I had to admit I didn't really know. "Let's see what's in the minibar." I walked over to it, unashamedly stark naked with my hard cock waving from side to side, and opened the door.
Beau, right behind me and equally turned on, reached past me and took out a cola.
"Don't you want something stronger?"
"Nope. I like to be fully aware of everything while I'm having sex. Then I'll get drunk afterwards!" He laughed loudly, and I sensed that he could be kidding.
I selected a Heineken(R), opened it, and tipped it toward his soda, clinking the glass.
"Here's hoping I don't disappoint you," I said meekly.
"That's not even possible!" Beau replied, leaning toward me and kissing me gently again.
I paused and took in the scene and snickered slyly. With a quizzical look, Beau asked, "What?"
I said with a big grin, "Here we are - two completely naked men, our cocks stiff, standing in a $1000-a-night hotel suite, totally at ease, without embarrassment or envy, enjoying a drink, as if this was something people did all the time."
"Well, it is something people do all the time. You just haven't experienced it yet."
With that, Beau took my hand and led me into the bedroom. We deposited our drinks on the bedside tables and climbed onto the bed side-by-side. I still didn't know how to act, so I stretched out my legs and leaned back on the two plush pillows, my erection lying on my stomach, pointing directly at my head.
Beau inched over toward me, put his right arm behind my head, and lifted his right leg over my left knee and pressed the full length of his body against me. I turned to look at him, and once again, he gently pulled me into a deep kiss.
I had never had my body this close to another man's, but instead of feeling awkward or wanting to pull away, I found myself wishing there were some way to get even closer to him. I would soon find out that there was indeed!
We lay there in silence for a while, occasionally sipping our drinks.
Then Beau turned to look at me. "So, what is it you want to do?"
Taken aback, I could only reply, "I really don't know what there is to do."
He laughed, shaking his head, "I can't believe you're as well-educated as you apparently are, and you've no idea of the ways men have sex with each other."
I was silent for a moment. "All right. You're right. I guess I know that there are only so many ways to put a penis into another person's body, so I suppose I can probably come up with a list." I paused. "But the fact is I have never pictured it, imagined it, or seen it done."
"You mean you've never seen porn?"
"As prudish as you already think me, the answer to that is 'no.' I never felt the need or desire, and I suppose I've always looked down on the whole idea."
He seemed hurt, so I hastily added, "But that doesn't mean I'm condemning you. As you well know, all of this is a brave new world for me, and I'm absolutely positive that I will see things differently as I explore and experience it, especially if I see you in one of them."
"Good answer," he kissed me deeply again, and our tongues began dueling inside each other's mouths. He broke off to say, "I'll send you a link to some of my best work."
My cock had softened considerably as we lay on the bed, but it was quickly rising to the occasion.
With that, Beau began my man-sex education. "Why don't we start with the simplest thing? Every teen-age boy knows about a blow-job!"
I said nothing as he leaned down and grasped the base of my prick in his hand, pointing it toward the ceiling and lowering his mouth over the head. Unlike Beau, I am circumcised, so there was no foreskin to push aside.
As he took my cock into his mouth, I was amazed that I only felt warmth and wetness. It slipped easily past his lips and began to slide up his tongue toward the back of his mouth. I felt no hint of teeth at all, which made me think that this was a skill I would need to master if I were to pleasure him as he was doing to me.
He began a slow rhythm, raising his head so far that my cock almost slipped out of his mouth, then gently but firmly pressing down until the entire length was in his throat and I felt his nose buried in my public hair.
He did this a dozen or more times, then changed his approach. Holding my dick in his hand, he removed it from his mouth and began to lick up and down it on all sides. After that, he used his tongue to pry open the tiny slit at the opening, the one piss comes out (and semen, too, I thought to myself). It really didn't seem possible that he could get his tongue into such a small orifice, but the feeling of him coaxing it open was exhilarating.
Suddenly, he repositioned himself on the bed, getting up and kneeling between my legs. He continued to lick up and down my cock, but one hand began to gently fondle my nuts. I moaned with pleasure.
Taking his cue from my response, he moved his face so that he could take each ball into his hot, wet mouth. Gently and delicately, he sucked a testicle in and ran his tongue all around it, lightly pushed it out, and repeated the process with its twin.
"I never felt anything like that," I said weakly - the pleasure was so intense.
Beau went back to sucking and sliding my entire member down his throat.
"How do you do that? I mean, without choking?"
"You think you're that big, do you?" He smiled up at me.
"Hell, no. I just can't figure out where you put it."
"It's an acquired skill," he explained. "And one I'll gladly teach you."
"I think it's about time you did that."
He rose up on his knees and began some complicated adjustments to our relative positions, ending up with my head at the top of the bed and his at the foot. Playfully, I reached over and tickled the bottom of his foot. He giggled and quickly pulled away.
"Ticklish?" I inquired.
"Crazy ticklish."
He then rolled on his side facing me, and pulled me into the mirror of his position. I found myself with his hard cock pointing straight at my face.
"The best way to learn this is to notice how it feels to you, and then try to make me feel the same way. This position is called '69' by the way."
With that, he took my dick in his hand and gently stroked it. I followed suit with his.
His cock was not only beautiful, it was intimidating. I am no judge of such things, but I later learned that he sports just over eight inches of length and six inches of girth, which is far above average (unless you're a porn star, in which case I expect it's a basic job requirement).
It was so big around that I could barely close my hand on it. My own was a lot shorter and thinner, but I wasn't here to compare. My job was to learn how to please him as much as he was pleasing me.
So I mimicked his motion, slowly sliding my hand up and down his shaft. I was fascinated by the way his foreskin opened and closed, moving several inches with the motions of my hand.
"What does it feel like to have a foreskin?"
"I don't know how to answer that, since I've always had one. What does it feel like not to have one?"
"You have me there. I guess it's just something we'll have to accept about each other."
Beau smiled and then used his hand to gently press the head of my cock between his lips. I followed suit.
I found that his cock fit perfectly inside my mouth. I seriously doubted that I would ever be able to take it down my throat, but at least the first four inches or so would receive all the pleasure I could muster.
With my cock-head inside his mouth, he then brought up his tongue underneath it, and I felt a jolt of electricity as he connected with the most sensitive part of a man's body - that spot directly under the folds of the head. I did the same to Beau, and was delighted that he reacted the same way I did, as I found my target.
He removed his mouth long enough to say, "You're pretty good at this, are you sure you've never done it before?"
I chuckled with his dick still in my mouth, giving him a pleasure he found new and interesting.
There wasn't much more to learn about sucking a cock. Beau demonstrated that it increased my pleasure when he varied the speed and depth, and how to keep my teeth away from his tender parts.
He then repeated his attentions to my balls, licking them and taking them into his mouth, which I quickly learned to do as well.
Finally, he pulled off and sat up on his elbow, looking at me. "That's the first lesson. Do you want to take a break?"
"Not on your life!"
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