Going Gay

Copyright © Tim Hobson - all rights reserved.

Tim and Beau have watched one of Beau's porn videos, which was a real education for Tim. He now appreciates all the work that goes into making what appears to be a short, sexy escapade. Oh, and they tried out a few of the positions that Tim saw in the video!

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["Thank you for saying that, Tim. I'm glad you are aware of my reality. It IS hard work, in both meanings of 'hard', and it takes a lot out of me, but it brings in a paycheck, and I am kind of a sex-fiend, so it isn't exactly torture."]

Beau and I watched the other scenes in the "Beau and Adam's Excellent Adventure" video, and then we watched the second one. It was a very different side of Beau that I saw this time. He participated in no scenes with only one other man. Instead, there were three, four, and even seven guys all sucking and fucking each other for almost two hours, in scenes that all appeared to take place on a military base.

At that point, I was exhausted from watching men have sex. I took a deep breath and sighed.

"You losing your taste for porn yet, Tim?"

"I would say so. Do people actually sit and watch this shit all day long?"

"Well, some people do, but most only watch one or two scenes at most, and they are busy using the fast-forward button all the time."

"And masturbating?"

"Well, Tim, why do you think people watch porn at all? Of course, it's so they can jack off to it."

"I've never done that!"

"And that's part of what makes you special to me, Tim. Being the object of so much semen-pumping sometimes gets to me, so I'm glad you only relate to me as a real person, in real time!"

I kissed Beau deeply and we rested in each other's arms for a while. "You hungry?" I asked at length.

"I could eat a horse!"

"Well, I doubt that's on the menu in a nice place like this, but what say we go see what they do offer?"

We cleaned up a bit, changed into long-sleeve shirts (the evenings were a bit cool), and headed for the dining room, which was quite elegant in an Olde-English sort of way. Back in our room after eating, we shared a bottle of wine, and then Beau introduced me to the one toy we had not used yet - the vibrating dildo. It was sleek and slim, and Beau didn't turn on the vibrations until it was inside me. I jumped and then laughed when it started buzzing!

"What the fuck is that all about?" I exclaimed.

"I guess it's not for everyone, but some guys find it really titillating. It's meant to stimulate your prostate without stretching your asshole or plunging too deep inside you. For some guys, that's about as much as they can take."

I let Beau operate it expertly for a few minutes and then pulled myself forward, sliding it out of my ass. "That's about all I want of that fucking thing. It's a different feeling, all right, but I am dying to feel YOUR cock inside me, and since I know that's not going to happen for quite a while, I'd rather just imagine what that feels like and skip any ersatz pleasures."

Beau smiled broadly. "Well, actually, Tim, I'm not on the clock with this producer until tomorrow morning, and then it's three days of looping, so I don't have to be celibate just yet..."

I grabbed him by both shoulders and shook the shit out of him, almost shouting, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me that? Let's get going!"

That Sunday night was special, for both of us. After some foreplay sucking and rimming, we assumed what had become our go-to position: me on my side with Beau behind me, inserting the plastic penis into my ass while he dry-humped my back with his cock.

After a minute or two, Beau pulled the dildo dick out of my hole and made some kind of adjustment. I felt him slide it back in, but something was different. It felt softer and much warmer. As he gently re-inserted the sex-toy into me, it somehow went in a hell of a lot deeper than it had ever gone before. Without moving, I said, "What the fuck?"

I then felt Beau's belly, tight against my butt cheeks. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, Tim, I am. Does it feel all right?"

"Fuckin-A, Beau!" I almost shouted. "I have been waiting to feel you inside me for... it seems like forever! And it feels so fucking good I can't believe you made me wait all this time."

"Well, Tim, as I said, I didn't want to rush things... and Little Beau is a lot bigger than anything you've ever had up there before."

"Listen, lover-boy, I was ready, willing, and able a whole fucking long time before this, but I trusted you to know when to do it."

With that, Beau slowly began fucking my willing ass. He established a smooth rhythm - faster and deeper, then slower and almost pulling all the way out. I started to match his thrusts by pushing my butt back toward him, eagerly consuming his manhood in my newly-expanded love chamber. Beau gripped me from behind with both arms and massaged my head, chest, and cock as he fucked me. I was in seventh heaven - finally, my lover was making love to me!

I guess we stayed like that for five minutes or more, but it seemed to me like both an eternity and also only a split-second. Increasing the force and speed of his thrusts, Beau hugged me in a death-grip and pushed his body so tightly against me that for a moment I couldn't breathe. I felt something really hot become part of me, deep inside, as I realized that he was coming in my ass. Beau wasn't breathing, either, but after a while, he relaxed. I did the same, and we lay like that, our bodies in closer connection than ever before, until I felt him gently slide his flaccid penis out of my butt-hole. Breathing a long sigh, Beau said, "I hope that was worth the wait for you, because I have been dying to do this ever since I met you."

With that, I rolled over to face Beau and we kissed deeply and passionately for a long time. Finally, exhausted, we lay side-by-side. This time, it was Beau who laid his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. "I've been with a lot of men, as you know, Tim, but this is something really special. I can't exactly say how or why, but I fucking want you to know that it is."

I'm ashamed to admit it, but for a split-second after Beau said that, I thought to myself that he was just playing me, using sex to get something out of me. But then I remembered all the tenderness with which he had arranged my initiation and education into man-sex, and I banished those thoughts. "If this isn't real love," I said to myself, "then I don't know - or want to know - what is."

I was amazed that, through all the loving, I didn't come myself, so I was able to reciprocate by slowly fucking him after a few minutes. Then we lay together, naked, looking out the open windows at the night sky. The Charlie was on a busy street, but each bungalow's bedroom had been oriented so that there was no way anyone could see in, making it possible to leave the curtains open and take in the starry heavens.

For our second round, Beau showed me that we could alternate, each fucking the other for a while, and that we could do it in several different positions, always stopping just short of ejaculating. Finally, he guided me to lie on my back next to him, and we jacked each other off, our arms forming an X across our bodies. Once again, we somehow managed to come at exactly the same time, and I was amazed that my second ejaculation was just a big and strong as the first. "I may be getting younger," I observed to Beau, "I haven't come like this in I don't know how long!" He just smiled and kissed me deeply.

The next morning, we ordered breakfast in our bungalow. Beau showered and shaved, and then dressed with care in a nice shirt and slacks. "I gotta make a good impression on my first day at this job," he explained.

"Well, for a job where everybody has seen you totally naked in every possible position and almost shoved the camera up your ass, you're going to a lot of trouble with your clothing!"

We both laughed, and then I said, "how are you getting to the studio?"

"I've called an Uber(R) to pick me up."

"I could drive you, you know..."

"I know that, but I think it'll be easier on me if I just kiss you good-bye at the door and then make the transition into the stark world of gay porn." We laughed, and he went on, "And how will you spend your day, my darling?"

"Oh, I think I'll explore around this hotel a while, and maybe the nearby blocks. I hear this part of Hollywood is full of sexy young men who are desperate for a shot at stardom. Maybe I'll portray myself as a horny producer and try the casting-couch routine on a few of them!"

Laughing, Beau said, "Well, Tim, if that's what you're really into, I am positive you can find several willing victims! It's amazing - and sad - how many gullible and vulnerable young men would fall for that."

"Shit! You just took all the fucking fun out of it!" I exclaimed in jest. Then I paused thoughtfully, "you don't happen to have been one of those gullible, vulnerable young me, do you?"

"You forget - I came out here to L.A. with a pal who already knew the ropes. I went straight to a studio who already wanted to hire me. I had sent some photos and videos ahead, and my only audition was actually the first scene I shot with them. They liked to make videos of a guy's 'first time sucked and fucked', and I was ready for that the moment I arrived here! Of course, as you know, it was far from my first time, which I think is most likely the case with all of them."

We talked a little longer, and then Beau said, "Uber(R) has a reputation for being exactly on time, so I'd better be in front of the hotel in the next minute or two." We kissed deeply, and I hugged him a little too possessively. I know that Beau sensed it, because he squeezed me hard and said, "don't worry, Tim. It's just a job, and I have never fallen in love with a fellow model - I promise!"

The day seemed to drag on at a goddamn snail's pace. I wandered around the hotel property, which suddenly seemed kitschy, tiny, and claustrophobic. After killing the morning doing virtually nothing, I went to lunch on the patio. There, I was invited to dine with two older men whom I had seen together several times. They introduced themselves as Alberto and Charles, a married couple on an extended holiday.

"And who is that delightful young Adonis that you are always seen with?" Alberto asked with a warm smile.

"And where is he today?" Charles added.

I explained that Beau was an actor and had to report for duty at the studio. I added that we would be staying here for a month or more, depending on the shooting schedule. I left out the part about it being gay porn.

"Really! What studio does he work for? I have quite a few friends in the business," Alberto stated.

Seeing that I was trapped, I shrugged my shoulders and confessed, "I don't know the studio's name (as I made a mental note to find out), but I have to admit it's a porn production company."

"Straight or gay?" Charles queried, then thought again, "Of course, that's none of our business, but I have a suspicion what your answer would be."

"Never mind," Alberto told me. "Your private business is entirely off-limits. So... that's what brings Beau here, but what about you? Do you have any interests in the industry? After all, that's the reason Hollywood exists."

I explained that I was a neophyte, having little-to-no experience of any kind of porn, gay or straight, but that I had met Beau and that we were living together, so I was quickly learning a lot about a life that I never new existed.

Alberto and Charles regaled me with insider details of the whole Hollywood movie scene - the porn and 'legitimate' companies. They added that most producers were always looking for investors, as long as they were willing to be silent partners and stay the fuck off the set! That got me to thinking.

"So, assuming I can find out what company is making Beau's latest video, how would I go about learning if they would be interested in an investor? ... And how much would it cost?"

Alberto and Charles looked at each other, then smiled at me. "We're not the best ones to ask, but we know somebody who is trustworthy and reliable, and he should be able to make the proper introductions for you."

Charles suddenly looked very serious. "But of course, you should first make sure that what you're contemplating is hunky-dory with your hunky boyfriend1"

"That's right," Alberto chimed in. "It's entirely possible that, (A) Beau would prefer to keep home life and work life in two entirely separate partitions, and (B) that his employer might not want the complication of someone being involved who's more interested in Beau than in the success of the project."

"I understand, and I appreciate your advice and your candor." I told them. "I wouldn't want to fuck up his relationship with his employer, but, goddammit! I don't see how I can sit around this goddamned fucking hotel for weeks while he's off pursuing his career. I fucking want to help him!"

"Ah, but how can you help him best?" Alberto asked as Charles nodded wisely. "Should you not just ask him?"

Defeated, I agreed that it was the only thing that made sense. We were silent for a while. Then Charles brightened, "Damn it, Tim, the answer is obvious - it's staring us in the face! All you have to do is invest in some other production company. That way, you'll have plenty to do, and if you have no personal connection with the models or anyone else on the set, then they shouldn't object to your helping out from time to time."

"Fine, but where do I meet someone from one of these other companies? I can't just open the Yellow Pages(R)!"

"Well, that's where I think perhaps we can help you, Tim." Charles smiled. "We do have a few contacts in the business, and they're always looking for new investors."

After fifty years in the business world, 45 of them running my own corporation, my bullshit alarm was going off like a son of a bitch. Did these two old coots think I could be so easily duped into handing over wads of cash to a fly-by-night shell company that was going to take my money and head for Mexico? I looked them both in the eye sternly. "That's not a bad idea. Of course, I'd have to run anything like this past my financial advisor, who I'm sure would do due diligence before OK-ing any kind of investment on my part. We've worked together since college, so I never make a move without him."

But, to my surprise, both of them beamed at me. "Absolutely spot-on, Tim, and we wouldn't let you do anything without that kind of advisement!" They then began a run-down of gay porn production companies, listing the history, strengths and weaknesses, and financial acumen of all of them.

"How do you guys know all this?"

Charles smiled, "we are major investors in some of the better ones ourselves, Tim. And we knew when we saw you, that you would surely be wise enough for us to entrust you to some of our dearest friends in the industry."

With that, we talked a while longer, and the upshot was that Beau and I were invited to a cocktail party that evening at the Malibu beach house owned by one of the biggest names in porn in Hollywood. There, my two new friends intended to introduce me to only the crème-de-la-crème of the gay video industry.

When Beau came home from work, around 6:00 PM, I greeted him with a warm kiss and a tender hug. "How did it go today?"

"Not too bad. There wasn't really that much to do, so I sat on my ass and looked pretty for several hours."

"And what a pretty ass it is, too!" I said, laughing.

Beau continued, "There was a fair bit of looping to do, but to my surprise, most of it was done in only one or two takes. That's really unusual, but the director is top-flight, and he really knows his shit!"

I paused and took a deep breath, "So, Beau, how about we put on our glad rags and go to a party?"

"A party? How the hell did you get invited to a party on your first day in WeHo?"

I proceeded to tell him about Alberto and Charles. When I mentioned their names, Beau's eyes widened. "You know the Dynamic Duo? They're staying here at The Charles?"

Confused, I said, "what did you call them? And, yes, they are staying here - at least if we're talking about the same two gentlemen."

"And gentlemen they are, Tim. They're porn millionaires, if the rumors are true. They have a finger or two in every major pie in the whole business around here. And you just fucking ran into them at lunch?" I nodded. "Well, shit, I hope they don't think I put you up to this, or that you're just some country bumpkin with money to burn!"

"Whoa! Slow down, lover! I spent a lot of time talking to them about details - things only a boring old number-cruncher like myself would be interested in. They're the real thing, and I think we were actually interviewing each other, making sure it was not a scam or some other bullshit." I went on, "and as for you putting me up to it, I do think they get a hard-on every time you walk by, and I'm sure they're green with envy when they see us together, so prepare yourself to be tempted to dump me for them!"

"No fucking way!" Beau almost shouted.

"Good. That's exactly what I told them."

"So when and where is this shindig, boss?"

We dressed, with Beau guiding me as to the appropriate wardrobe to wear when meeting mega-successful Hollywood porn producers, and I got the car keys.

"Hold it right there, Tim. Nobody in Hollywood drives themselves to a party in Malibu. First of all, there's abso-fucking-lutely zero parking, and second, everybody who's anybody has a limo driver. Let me get somebody on the phone."

Long story short, we went to the fête in a white stretch limousine, and I did indeed meet real, bona-fide porn millionaires, some of whom brushed me off like a fucking stinkbug, and others, especially those who were close friends with Alberto and Charles, welcomed me and treated me with honesty and interest. I left with three business cards and invitations to lunch, to talk about projects that they had in the works.

On the ride home, Beau said to me, "Tim, are you sure you're into this? I mean, no matter how nice these guys are, and how glamorous their lifestyles are, they are still just pornographers. Polite society won't let them get anywhere near them. They can't even buy a ticket to the Oscars(R) or any other so-called 'legitimate' Hollywood events." He paused to let that sink in. "And what would Keith say? You've always let him make your investment decisions for you, and I get the sense that he's been very good at keeping you out of anything controversial or off-color. You don't even own tobacco or liquor stocks, for fuck's sake! What do you think he's going to say about gay porn?"

I thought about this for a long time as we rode in silence. Then I spoke. "First of all, Beau it is MY fucking money, and I can goddamned-well do whatever I want to with it. But you're right - Keith and I go way back and I have always trusted his wisdom. I am trying to think of a way to keep him out of this, but not to trick him or ignore his counsel." I paused. "I'll have to think long and hard about this before I make any decisions."

"And what about the lunches? Are you going to meet with those guys?"

"That, too, will have to be something I ponder deeply." And with that, I pulled Beau to me and kissed him while rubbing his cock through his pants. After a couple of minutes, Beau, breathing heavily, stopped me. "Tim, you know I can't do that now!" __________________________________________

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