Going Gay

Copyright © Tim Hobson - all rights reserved.

Tim wants to pursue his idea of investing in gay porn, but he has to find a way to get the money without deceiving his close friend, Keith. Beau introduces Tim to his co-star in the next porno.

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__________________________________________ GOING GAY PART 13

[After a couple of minutes, Beau, breathing heavily, stopped me. "Tim, you know I can't do that now!"]

We cuddled and wrestled for a while, kissing and pawing each other until the limo returned us to The Charles.

"If you want to get off, I'm glad to help," Beau said, once we were in bed.

"No, thanks. I know you're tired and have to get up early tomorrow. And don't forget, I was married for 50 years, through two babies, so I am familiar with the notion that there are times when you just can't have sex. I have found that those interruptions just make it all the better when you finally get to do it again, so I'm not worried about us taking a break." Beau kissed me, and I held him in my arms until the exhausted young man was breathing the deep sighs of sleep.

The next day, I saw Beau off to work. It was to be another day of looping, so it wasn't too early. "What are you going to do today?" he asked me.

"I'm going to have lunch with..." I picked up one of the business cards I had been given at the Malibu party, "a Mr. Frank Dollworthy, producer extraordinaire!" I said with a grin.

"What about Keith?"

"I'll wait until I have made up my mind to do something. For now, it's just exploration - and a bit of titillation, I hope!"

Beau left, and I puttered around for an hour or two, then got my car and drove to the restaurant where Frank Dollworthy had suggested we meet. It was an ordinary-enough place, a large, open-air patio attached to a luxury hotel. Dollworthy had reserved a table to the side, away from prying ears, which earned him points in my book. He was already seated when I arrived, and there was another man with him.

"Tim, good of you to come. This is my CFO, Hank Limmer. He is also my husband." The three of us shook hands all around. I noted the strong grips of the two gay-porn producers. I'm not sure what I expected, but I wasn't going to give the slightest hint that I was surprised.

We ordered drinks - iced tea for the two of them and a mineral water for me. This was definitely not going to become a three-martini lunch! We made small talk until the waiter had taken our orders. Both men requested the vegetarian special of the day, and I went for a fish salad.

"Now, Tim, I know we talked a bit last night, but I'd like to start fresh with Hank here today, so please tell us a little about yourself."

I quickly summarized my life story: college, business, marriage, two kids, Julie's death from breast cancer, my recent expedition into rediscovering myself, how I met Beau, and how inexperienced I am in the world of gay porn. When I stopped for a breath, Hank said, "Not your typical Hollywood type, eh, Tim?"

"About as far from it as you can get!" I had noticed that when I was describing my marriage and Julie's death, Hank had gently reached over and held Frank's hand.

"Actually, there's a lot of our story in what you just told us, Tim," Frank said. "We've both had a previous life and only found each other five years ago."

"And he's not talking about reincarnation!" Hank added, winking as we all laughed.

"So, let me see if can summarize," Frank began. "You never considered yourself gay, and your business dealings were all what we would call 'legitimate'..."

"One hundred per cent fucking legitimate!" I asserted. "I'm what my accountant calls 'squeaky-clean'!"

Frank nodded in approval and went on, "And your coming to Cali was more or less a journey of self-exploration, although you had no idea where it would take you."

I nodded my head and looked intently at Frank, who said, "But you met this fine young man, realized you had feelings for him, and have been living - dare I name it? - a 'gay old time' with him?" Again, I nodded silently.

After a long pause, Frank said in a quiet voice, "So how much have you paid him so far?"

I sat stunned. I felt my face turn beet-red and my breathing quicken.

Intentionally keeping both hands open flat on the table, I spoke in what I hope were measured tones, "First of all, my fucking sex life is none of anybody's goddamned business." I took a breath, "and my relationship with Beau is not based on money or anything of the sort. We are friends - friends with benefits, I think the kids say today - and we enjoy each other's company in every way: social, intellectual, emotional, and physical. I wonder all the time what Beau sees in me, but I know for damn sure what I see in him, and it's not a gold-digger or con artist of any kind." By these words, my voice was hard and aggressive. "So, if that's all you have to say, we don't need to wait for lunch to arrive." I pushed my chair back and began to rise.

"Oh, hell no, please wait!" Hank said, also rising part-way. "We believe you 100%. We just needed to know the whole picture. Actually, if you were paying Beau for his... um, services, it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. Many older men - and women - hire young men to keep them company and perform 'other' services. It's been happening for thousands of years, I'm sure." He paused. "Please sit and hear me out."

Slowly, I complied. He continued, "Frank and I happen to view ourselves as ordinary, legitimate businessmen. We own several businesses, we invest wisely in them, we shepherd them to success, and we enjoy the fruits of our labors, both financially and visually." He winked as he said that.

I relaxed in my chair. "I'm sorry I flew off the handle. I have a pretty good idea what people must think about Beau and me - that I'm a rich old fool, and that he's taking me for everything I've got, or until I get tired of him, after which he'll move on to the next sucker." Their faces were studiously blank. I could see that I had to convince them, more for my own comfort than theirs.

"I am in the first months of an entirely new life. I loved my wife and enjoyed every moment of our life together - at least until her final illness. I love my two children and have a wide circle of straight friends that I cherish and respect."

I paused to take a deep breath, realizing that I was now articulating something that had only been a tiny thought in the back of my mind. "So, what am I doing? Fuck if I know for sure. I can only say that I am happy again - not happier than I was with Julia, but probably equally happy. I am drawn to Beau as I've never been to another man, and I have come to see that the difference in our ages means nothing to him. Are we lovers? Absolutely! Are we in love with each other? I would say we are, although we've never said so openly to each other. Is the sex great? It's fucking fantastic! But is our quiet time together intimate and fulfilling, too? You bet your sweet asses, it is!"

By now, Frank and Hank were both smiling widely. Frank reached over and pressed my hand, which I hadn't realized was still pressing down on the table hard enough to still an earthquake.

"Tim, that's all we needed to hear. And by the way, you have articulated the story of most of us gay men `of a certain age'. Both of us," he nodded to Hank, "were happily married and have children. Like you, I am a widower. Hank is amicably divorced. We still love our wives and children, but our lives have taken us in a new direction." He paused and looked at me with sincerity. "Unfortunately, your story - and ours - is the exception to the rule. There are too many situations where young lovers do take advantage of older, wealthy men and women. When that happens, the best you can say is that the sex was good - at least for the older person. And of course, WeHo is just the spot where much of that takes place."

The waiter brought our lunches, and we ate in silence for a minute or two.

"So, I've passed some sort of test, then, have I?"

"Tim, it's nothing like that," Frank said. "We like you - hell, we liked you last night when we met you. But you have indicated an interest in our business, and that's an entirely different kind of relationship."

Hank joined in, "Could you tell us a little bit about why you would want to invest in making gay porn? It doesn't sound like you need the money."

I thought a while. "I have to admit that I haven't really gone into any depth with this line of thinking. I guess it's because it's the business that Beau is in, and I had hoped it would bring us closer if I were in it, too."

They stared at me with blank expressions. Frank frowned slightly, and then said, "what do you mean by 'bring us closer'?"

Hank added quietly, "Tim, I think you're probably already as close to Beau as you will ever get, but I don't think that's exactly what you mean. Are you afraid he's going to leave you?"

Shocked at the deeply personal question, as well as at my spine-chilling reaction to the possible truth of his words, I choked up. "I... I don't know what to say," I said shakily. "I've never thought about it that way." There was a tear in the corner of one eye.

Now, both men extended their hands and placed them on top of mine. We looked at one another in silence for a time.

I cleared my throat. "I'm just beginning to get used to how personal gay men get, and how quickly..."

"It's because we share so much in common, most especially the fact that we live in a world where very few people understand us - or even try to," Frank said, patting my hand and withdrawing his.

"I don't even know if I would call myself 'gay'," I ventured. "It's just all so new to me..." I took a breath, "Shit, of course I'm gay, or at least maybe I'm 'going gay'. Hell, I fuck a man and he fucks me, and it's more sex than I've had in years - maybe ever. So, if I had to give it a name, then, yes, I guess I AM gay, but I don't really feel right, saying it that way."

Hank jumped in, "Tim, what you are saying and feeling is absolutely normal. I have known I was gay since I was eight years old, but Frank, here, is more like you. He lived a straight life very happily until many years after his wife died. Everybody comes to their own comfort level, and putting labels on things is the biggest mistake you can make. You are whatever you decide you are - straight, gay, bi, questioning, uncertain, whatever! You do NOT need to burden yourself with words - just be yourself and enjoy life."

"Thank you, 'O Enlightened One'!" Frank burst in, and we all laughed. The laughter relaxed me.

After a minute, I turned to the two of them, "So what the fuck does all this have to do with whether or not I want to put some of my money into gay porn?"

Frank answered, "First, of all, it's not 'some of my money'. It's a shitload of money. The entrance fee is 100K, and if you want to diversify, it's going to be 100K in every company that you invest in. That can add up quickly. I don't know how much you were thinking about, but I just want you to know that it's not a trivial amount."

"Thanks, Frank," I said. "That's pretty much the figure I had in mind, and I really didn't imagine that I would invest in more than one company at a time - at least not at first. And you can stop worrying about whether or not I could afford that kind of nut - I have millions, and my investments are well-managed, so I wouldn't miss the 'entrance fee' if things tanked."

They thought about that for a moment, then Hank said, "Well, in that case, we can suggest a new project that we'll be starting on in a couple of months... We have four 'brands', if you want to call them that: twinks, college guys, muscle-men, and kink. We're planning to break into 'daddy' vids with an initial run of four or five, depending on the directors and models that we can sign."

"I'm not even going to ask what 'kink' is, but do tell me what a 'daddy' vid is."

They looked at each other with almost a guilty expression. Frank took a deep breath and said, "Don't take this wrong, Tim. A 'daddy' relationship is an older man and a much younger one." He hesitated to go on.

"Oh, I get it. Like Beau and me?"

"On one level, yes," Hank explained, "but it's rarely a loving relationship, unless they're father and son, and we tend to steer away from incest as a plot line. It's most often the father of a young man..." "Or woman," Frank interjected.

"Or woman," Hank continued, "who finds himself in a position to have sex with the best friend of his son or daughter. Sometimes, it's two fathers who have sex with each other's sons, and occasionally, it's an authority figure like a teacher or employer with a young, naive guy."

"It's a very popular story-line," Frank observed. "We've just never gone into it, and we think our brand is ready to take the plunge."

"So, what would my hundred-thou buy me in this new story of yours?"

Frank didn't take a second to calculate, "That would be around a 20% interest."

"So you can launch these four of five 'vids' - I guess I'd better start using the lingo - for half a million or thereabouts?"

They both nodded.

"And how much are you two putting up?"

"Right now, all the rest, but we are in conversations with a couple of other investors," Hank offered.

"Does that include Alberto and Charles?"

Frank looked me in the eye. "We never disclose who our investors are, for a whole lot of reasons, confidentiality being at the top of the list."

"I guess I would appreciate that, too," I admitted. They both looked pleased.

"So, assuming I'm interested, how do we nail this down?" I had always been a bottom-line kind of businessman.

"Well, as they say in Hollywood, 'we'll have our people talk to your people'." Frank grinned.

"Hmm. That may be a problem. Right now, I don't have any 'people'."

Hank looked puzzled, "I thought you said you had a friend who was your financial advisor and accountant?"

"Yes, I do, but I'm shy about letting him know the details of what I'm contemplating. I'm looking for some way to slip the money by him without telling him what it's for. I almost feel like a fucking teen-ager trying to buy beer on the sly!"

They both laughed at that, then grew serious. "Tim, if you can't openly do this, then perhaps that is a sign that it's not the right thing for you to do..." Hank suggested.

I pondered that idea for a while. "No, I'm pretty sure I want to do this, but - I don't know - I'm not sure I want my childhood friend to know all the details. I admit I'm conflicted and not sure what to do."

Frank looked at me with sincerity. "Tim, we wouldn't feel right taking your money if you were having these kinds of issues over the whole idea. You would be more than welcome to invest with us, but I think you need to really work this out in your own mind before you commit to anything." He paused, "And you'd better get yourself a good local lawyer to handle all the contract details if you decide you're going to."

With that, the conversation returned to inane subjects. We finished our lunches, shook hands, and I drove back to The Charles with a million thoughts running through my mind. I decided that the first person I had to convince was Beau, and I had no idea how to proceed down that path.

When I entered the bungalow, I saw Beau, seated on the sofa with a beer in his hand. There was another young man seated opposite him, also holding a beer can.

Beau's eyes lighted up when he saw me. "Tim! We wrapped early today, and there's somebody I want you to meet." With that, he indicated the hunky youth across from him. "This is Brett Carter." The young man rose to his feet and politely extended his hand, which I shook. It was warm and a little damp. I sensed that he was very nervous. I immediately thought of a guy meeting his girlfriend's father, which made me sick to the stomach.

Beau stood up, quickly went to the kitchen, and returned with a glass of red wine for me. Handing it over, he said, "Brett and I are going to do a scene starting tomorrow, but we've never met before, so I invited him over to chill with us. I hope that's OK with you?"

Nonplussed, I mumbled that it was fine with me. I really didn't know what to make of the whole scene. Immediately, I was jealous that the young stud was going to have sex with Beau. A split-second later, I envied Beau for the fact that he was going to get to fuck Brett for what would probably be a day or two, as I had come to understand how pornos are filmed. I probably looked bewildered, which led Brett to give me his most reassuring smile and say, "Beau has told me a lot about you, and you sure seem like you're a great guy!"

We all three chuckled at that. Brett was really trying hard to put me at ease. So, trying to break the ice a little better, I asked Brett, "have you been in the business for long?"

He took that as a compliment, "This is only my third video. I know I look older, but I'm really just eighteen."

I tried hard not to look shocked. "That sounds like Beau's story, too."

Beau joined in, "It's not unusual for a guy to get an early start in this business. The fresher-looking you are, and the longer you can keep that look, the more work you'll get, and the more money you'll make." It seemed to me that Beau was actually telling this to Brett.

"I'm really glad to be working with you, Beau," Brett replied. "I was kinda nervous about who it would be, but I've seen a lot of your vids, and I sorta feel like you won't let me fuck up too badly!"

We all laughed and nursed our drinks for a while in silence. Suddenly, Beau looked up at me. I turned to him as he said, "So, Tim, that's kind of why I invited Brett to come over tonight." He stopped to consider his next words. "He's new to the business and the studio, and he's worried about how it will all go. I thought it might help him relax a bit if we 'rehearsed' tonight, and I thought you might enjoy playing director for us."

I was stunned. If I understood what Beau was saying, he was proposing that he and Brett have sex right in front of me, and that I could even participate by telling them how to go about it.

"Beau, I don't know shit about directing."

"Oh, you know a lot more than you admit. Your commentaries on some of the vids we've watched together are spot-on. You would actually make a pretty good director, at least from the story-line point of view. I know you don't know fuck-all about camera angles and lighting, but you have a real talent for the story itself, and the way two models relate to each other." He gave me a wide smile, "So, what do you say? You game for it?"

"What happened to your 'vow of celibacy' the night before you fuck on the set? "

"Well, Tim, I'm only going to bottom tonight - and probably tomorrow, too - and Brett is so young that he could probably shoot three or four times without even slowing down. I think we're safe in rehearsing and getting to know each other, so that we will be more natural and sexy on the set tomorrow." Beau paused, "and I am sure we could find a way for you to join in with us, if you want to. "

"Just you fucking show me how!" I responded eagerly.

With that, the three of us smiled broadly, as we moved into position for some hot fun together.

Come back soon to https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/going-gay/ for the next episode in the life of Tim and Beau!