Copyright © Tim Hobson - all rights reserved.
After an intense and deeply personal lunch-time conversation with Frank and Hank, two gay porn producers, Tim returns to the bungalow to find Beau already home from work. To Tim's surprise, there is another sexy young man with Beau, and he will be making a scene with Beau the next day.
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[Beau said, "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.]
I probably should have given it a hell of a lot more thought, but something inside me was saying, "Frank and Hank are right - either you're part of this new world, or you're just fucking kidding yourself. You can embrace it whole-heartedly or run away like a goddamned coward. What's it going to be?"
To Beau and Brett, I said eagerly, "Let's get started!"
I had Brett join Beau on the sofa and told them to keep drinking their beers. I pretended to interview them. "Today we have with us a real favorite of our audience, Beau Botham. How's it hangin', Beau?"
Beau's blue eyes twinkled and a big smile filled his face. "Just great, Tim. I'm excited to be here!"
I turned my attention to the other young model. "And who do we have with us?" I indicated that he should introduce himself.
"Hi. I'm Brett Carter."
"Where are you from, Brett?"
"Ohio... Cleveland, actually."
"And how long have you been out here in Cali?" I thought I might as well adopt a directorial familiarity.
"Um, about two months I guess."
"How do you like it so far?"
"It's great. Everybody's been so nice to me, I'm really glad I came out here."
"'Came out HERE'? You mean you hadn't come out to anybody until you got here?"
Brett gave an embarrassed laugh. "Oh, hell no. I came out as gay a long time ago. I just meant I'm glad I'm here in L.A. now."
Beau jumped in to save his friend's discomfort. "Brett and I met a few weeks ago, and I've been showing him around."
I turned my invisible camera on Beau. "Does showing him around include sex?"
Beau laughed with a big grin. "You betcha. But Brett didn't need any coaching in that department!" He winked at me over the lie he had just told.
Turning back to Brett, I asked, "So, Brett, are you excited to be here with Beau today?"
Brett's eyes widened with enthusiasm, "I sure am!" He said nothing more, clearly at a loss for words.
I quickly filled the gap, "So, who's going to do what today?"
Brett hesitated, again unsure of what to say.
"Are you going to fuck him?" I prompted.
"Yes. I mean, hell yes, I'm gonna fuck his ass hard!" He was finally getting into it as his shyness melted away.
Beau laughed, leaned over, and gave Brett a kiss on the mouth.
I tried to wrap up the intro stuff, "In that case, guys, why don't you just get started?"
Both of them put down their beers, rose up onto their knees on the sofa, and faced each other. Beau slid across the cushion, getting as close as he could to Brett. He took Brett's face in both hands and repeated the kiss, this time with deep tongue action. Brett quickly responded, as though he now knew exactly what was expected of him.
After a few minutes of passionate kissing and groping each other, Beau reached down and pulled Brett's shirt over his head. I almost gasped. The twink had the most beautiful body I had ever seen - something easily worthy of a Michelangelo nude. His cheeks were rosy, and his eyes were a deep green. Like Beau, he had fine blond hair, styled into a kind of All-American Boy look. His neck and shoulders, which Beau was now devouring with kisses, were perfectly proportioned. His biceps were developed but not too muscular. Beau had moved down to Brett's pecs and was gently biting one nipple while pinching the other with his fingers.
I noticed that Beau's position was all wrong. His face was toward the imaginary camera, so we couldn't see him working on the other nipple. "Beau, switch nipples!" I commanded. Beau, startled, looked up at me. "You're really taking this director shit seriously, Tim!" he said with a grin, as he complied with my direction.
When Beau repositioned himself and began to work on Brett's nipples again, I saw Brett throw his head back and moan softly. "Make more noise, Brett," I directed. He immediately began to say softly to Beau, "Oh, yeah, that's so fuckin' good, man. Mmm, come here and kiss me." With that, Beau straightened up and returned his mouth to Brett's. The two kissed a while longer. "Show me more tongue!" I ordered. At that point, both young men burst out laughing.
"Cut! Goddammit!" I shouted, relishing my début directorial role.
"Tim, you're a little too good at this," Beau said, looking at me with amazement. "We are used to this kind of direction, but, fuck, I'm SO surprised to hear it coming from you. Have you been doing something behind my back?"
"The only thing I've ever done behind your back is stick my dick up your beautiful ass, Beau!" I said with a smile. Both models roared with laughter again.
Pulling away from Brett, Beau looked right at me. "Actually, this kind of shit happens all the time when we're filming. Somebody will say something or find something funny, and we just fucking fall apart laughing. That's one reason why it takes a couple of days to wrap a scene."
"Scene one, take two!" I barked. "Back to the kissing!"
Brett and Beau composed themselves, paused to look each other in the eyes, and then resumed the vigorous kissing, this time keeping their mouths far enough apart to make it easy to see their tongue action. As they kissed, Beau began to rub Brett's cock through his shorts. Soon, Brett returned the favor. Their hands then began to explore each other's bodies, rubbing and caressing everywhere, but with a lot of attention to each other's butts.
Finally, Beau took the initiative and reached down to undo Brett's belt and unbutton and unzip his pants. Sliding them down, Beau revealed a very cute pair of Calvin Klein® briefs in a lovely shade of aqua. With Brett's pants now down around his knees, Beau began to rub his pal's cock in earnest, and I could see a very hard penis inside the filmy fabric of the CK® briefs. With all this attention on his nether parts, Brett began to kiss Beau more eagerly, and also to fiddle with Beau's own shorts. Soon those, too, were down at Beau's knees, and my cock swelled as I saw that Beau was going commando, as he often does. His hard member sprang free as soon as Brett lowered the shorts that were confining them. Brett immediately took hold of Beau's eight inches and began to stroke it like he knew what he was doing. Beau pulled his lips away from Brett and loudly said, "Oh, fuck, baby. Do it!" This was one of many spontaneous outbursts that the two of them were providing, even though I knew full well that sex was usually free of such ejaculations (although the other kind of ejaculations were far more to be expected!).
With that, they changed position. Both stood up momentarily, as Brett stripped off Beau's T-shirt, then they both kicked off their shorts and Brett his Calvin Kleins®. Naked and hard, they began kissing again and caressing each other's backs and asses. Beau dropped to his knees and took Brett's seven inches into his mouth. Brett's pubes were thicker than Beau's but still clearly man-scaped. His balls were completely hairless, and after a minute of sucking Brett's circumcised cock, Beau pushed it upward with his hand and began licking each testicle, sliding it in and out of his wet mouth. Brett groaned in pleasure.
To my surprise, Beau spun Brett around and bent him forward toward the sofa. He spread Brett's cheeks and began rimming him, thrusting his tongue deep into Brett's hole. This caused Brett to make even more noise, "Eat me, Beau! Fuck my hot ass with your tongue!" At this point, I forgot all about my pretend role as director and moved to the side, the better to observe the ass-eating. In the back of my mind, I wondered who was going to fuck whose ass, but then it occurred to me that the director would probably want the audience to wonder that, too.
Their next move was to lie head-to-feet on the sofa and 69 each other. I was getting really worked up. I could feel my erection straining inside my pants and briefs. "Come on, Tim, join us!" Beau offered. I didn't hesitate. In seconds I was naked, my hard cock freed from its confinement. As Beau continued his tongue action inside Brett's anus, he reached one hand over and began to jack me.
"Come here, Tim," Brett commanded, indicating that I should get up on the sofa and sit on the high back with his face between my legs. He softly kissed the head of my dick, then ran his tongue all the way around it. Brett lifted my hardness and kissed and licked my balls, then returned to the cock and slowly took it all the way into his mouth and throat. This time, it was my turn to moan in ecstasy.
"Come on, Tim, make more noise!" Beau teased, and I did my best to obey his direction.
The three of us maintained that position for a few minutes. I could just imagine cameras gliding around us to capture the hot tableau from every angle.
Then Beau said, "Fuck, Brett, let me at that cock!" With that, the two young men exchanged positions. Beau took my glistening cock into his mouth, and Brett began to rim Beau with expertise. With my dick half-way down his throat, Beau groaned, "Oh, baby, eat that ass!" Brett knew just how to do that.
Again, we spent a few minutes in that position. I was beginning to be a little uncomfortable, perched on the back of the sofa, and Beau picked up on it. "Here, Tim, stretch out on the couch." I did so, and Beau positioned himself between my open legs and began to give my cock the best sucking I had had in a long time.
"You've been holding back on me!" I told Beau. "Just saving the best for a moment like this," he replied.
As Beau lavished his cock-sucking skills on my member, Brett moved into position behind him. Without so much as a drop of lube, Brett aimed his hard pecker into Beau's eager hole and popped it past the two sphincters. Beau jumped and nearly choked himself on my cock, but he quickly recovered. Removing my hard-on from his mouth for a moment, he told Brett, "Go for it, baby, fuck me hard!"
That began a rhythm that reminded me of the three-way that Beau and I had enjoyed a couple of weeks ago with Jimmy Coxx. Brett was as adept at fucking as Jimmy, although not as well-endowed. He varied the speed and depth of his penetrations, while Beau mirrored his motions up and down my hard cock.
The two porn stars seemed to have some kind of internal sense of time, because after around five minutes in each position, they spontaneously sought another. This time, Brett sat on the sofa, as Beau, with his back to his young sex-partner, impaled himself on Brett's shaft. As he began his up-and-down pistoning, Beau tugged me into position on my knees in front of him, and set me to sucking his bouncing cock. At first, it was hard to keep the dancing dong in my mouth, but I quickly figured out the logistics and matched Beau's pumping with deep-throating his magnificent eight inches.
Right on cue, that five-minute scene ended, and Beau twisted around, keeping Brett deep inside him, and faced the eighteen-year old stud. Deprived of the cock I was sucking, I wondered what to do next, but Beau already had that figured out. "Tim, get down there and rim me while Brett fucks me!"
It didn't sound like a possible position, but as I made the attempt, I found that when Beau rose up, I could get my tongue in his ass along with Brett's dick, and as he slid back down, I found myself licking the shaft of the young man's hot penis. I was pleasuring both of them at once!
Having practiced that new position - for that was what I realized they had been doing - Brett said to me, "I want to suck you, Tim." Beau obliged by moving off Brett's dick, and I got on my knees on the sofa, aiming my still-hard prick into Brett's mouth. He proved to be every bit the consummate cock-sucker that Beau was. I wondered to myself if blowjobs were the first thing an apprentice porn star needed to learn.
As Brett was drawing my manhood in and out across his tongue, I suddenly felt another wetness. Beau had started rimming me from behind. Turning to look over my shoulder, I saw that he was alternating sucking on Brett's dick and eating my ass. "You're one versatile mother-fucker!" I told him, laughing.
I soon figured out Beau's ulterior motive. Having fully wet both Brett's cock and my ass, Beau deftly glided me backward until I felt the young man's cock knocking at my back door. Startled, I looked at Brett quizzically, "Are you OK with this?" Brett's answer was a big smile and a kiss blown in my direction. With that, I sat back and eased his seven inches inside me.
"This is only the second dick I've ever had up my ass," I told Brett.
"It fits pretty good!" he replied, as he began lifting his hips and slowly fucking me. With that, Beau replicated the trick he had just taught me, licking my ass as Brett's cock filled it, and doing the same to Brett's cock as it came out of me.
I was really enjoying the feeling, plus the sexiness of what the three of us were doing. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I had never had sex with two people at the same time in my whole life, and here I was for the second time with two gorgeous gay porn stars lavishing all their considerable skills upon me. But there was more to come!
Beau helped me rise up and slip Brett's hardness out of my ass. Helping both of us stand, Beau next assumed the doggie position in front of me on the sofa. He reached back and guided my pecker into his love-hole. Needless to say, it was already well-lubed after the tongue-bath he had given it. As I began to stroke into him, Beau looked around a winked at Brett, who then moved into position behind me and pressed his own cock into my asshole. I almost came right then, over the sheer ecstasy of being in the middle, fucking one young man and getting fucked by the other, but I had been making progress in containing my urge to ejaculate and had almost complete control over it.
Brett increased the speed and depth of his plunges inside me, and I mirrored his motions inside Beau. It was as if the three of us had become a single unit - a sex-machine with three components, all performing in perfect harmony with each other. Beau began pushing his ass backward hard into my cock as I thrust forward. Brett put both arms around my chest, playing with my nipples and kissing the back of my neck. I wondered how long the three of us could keep this up, and I soon had my answer.
The first thing that I felt was the flood of hot semen in my rectum as Brett thrust with all his might, emptying his balls inside me. That set me off, and I blew my load into Beau's ass. As I did that, I felt his sphincter contract, indicating that he was coming at the same time. I quickly checked, and Beau had strategically placed a hand-towel on the sofa cushion, and it was soaking up his plenteous love-juice.
Of course, given my age and the condition of my prostate, I finished first, but I didn't move. Brett was still stabbing my anus and shooting load after load of teen-age splooge into me, and Beau's asshole was still teasing my prick with its continuous contractions. Finally, they both seemed satisfied. Brett leaned forward, his whole weight upon me, and I collapsed on top of Beau. Two dicks remained firmly encompassed inside two asses, as we all breathed heavily and the room filled with the powerful scent of man-musk.
At last, I asked Beau, "you all right down there?" Between deep, satisfied breaths, he said softly, "Seventh-heaven, Tim - seventh fucking heaven!"
Brett somehow sensed when we had all had enough. He gingerly extracted his now-flaccid penis from my dripping backside and stood up. Freed from Brett's weight on my back, I made the same move, my cock slurping loudly as it exited Beau's body. I could see my come dripping out and down over Beau's nuts. Beau also stood up and turned to face the two of us. Pulling us into a group hug, Beau passionately kissed Brett, then me, and I kissed both of them, Brett doing the same.
With a very pleased smile, Beau looked at me and said, "well, what do you think, Tim? Will Brett and I make a good scene tomorrow?"
All I could say was "Fuckin-A!" with a shit-eating grin.
The three of us moved to the spacious shower and lathered each other up. I was done for a while, but Brett fucked Beau another time under the warm cascade. This time, I simply sat on a bench in the shower stall and watched my own 'private show', as Beau had told me he used to give for dirty old men.
Later, all three of us toweled off and got dressed. "Dinner, gentlemen?" I inquired. "I'm fucking starving!" Brett replied, and Beau agreed, "Fucking always makes me hungry."
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