Copyright (C) Tim Hobson - all rights reserved.
Upon his return from the hospital, Tim has invited Kirk, the nurse's aide,. to be his private duty care-giver. The kind of care that Tim wants is right up Kirk's alley, so to speak! But things don't turn out the way Tim expected, and he gets a shocking surprise.
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GOING GAY PART 18
["Who the fuck was that?" a familiar voice asked from behind and to my left. I turned, my heart pounding. "Beau?"]
"Live, and in person!" he replied sarcastically.
I rushed toward him to take him in my arms, but he quickly stepped backward. "So, who the fuck WAS that?" he nodded toward the now-empty courtyard.
"Him? Oh, he was the nurse's aide that took care of me in the hospital."
"So what's he doing here?"
"He came to check up on me... That is, I hired him - his company I mean - to take care of me for a while until I recovered fully."
Beau looked deeply into my eyes. "And did he? Take care of you, I mean? It looked like he wasn't too happy when he left just now."
"Look, Beau. Let's go inside and sit and talk. I have been worried sick about you. I've got Keith trying to track you down through porn companies."
"Wow. That's the best you think of me?"
"No, of course not, but that's all we could think to do. We didn't know your real name or any way to get in touch with you."
"And why would you want to do that? Looks like your needs are being taken care of just fine." There was no affection in Beau's voice.
"Please, Beau. I'm dying to talk to you."
With that, he softened a bit. "Well, please don't do that - die, I mean. You scared the shit of me the last time." And with that he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. We moved into the bungalow, shut the door, and fell onto the couch, still in each other's arms. My eyes filled with tears as I held and kissed him, and he began to sob softly.
"I thought I lost you, Tim. I really... thought... I lost you."
"I know, baby. And when I woke up, the only face I wanted to see was yours."
"I had to stay away from the hospital. After they took you away, I cleared out and tried to make myself invisible. Your friend - attorney? - Keith came the next day and took away all our sex shit. The hotel manager let some guys in suits come in a couple of times, but I don't think they found anything. They didn't look like cops. I think they were fucking P.I.s or some shit like that."
I thought for a moment. "They probably were. My brother-in-law is trying to take control of my money. He claims that I've gone off the deep end."
Beau laughed in astonishment, "How? You're the sanest, most stable person I know!"
"Well, in Will's book, having a gay lover is proof-positive of extreme mental incompetence."
Beau looked furious. "Where is this bastard Will? I'll..." He paused. "Oh, shit, I don't know what the fuck I'll do, but he'll be fucking sorry."
"Keith says he hasn't got even the whisper of a case, but we're preparing a defense anyway."
We sat in silence for a moment.
"What about you? Where did you go after you cleared out of here? And how do you know who was coming and going here?" I asked urgently.
"Slow down, Tim. I'm fine. I crashed with Brett. We're both on hiatus." Seeing my puzzled expression, he went on, "that means we're in that slow period between films. You know, I told you how the production company has two or three months' work to do before they need us again."
"Oh, right. Well, I'm glad he was able to take you in." I thought for a moment. "But how did you know..."
"As for who came and went, I made friends with the head housekeeper at this place. I asked her to keep an eye on your - our? - room, and she gave me reports on everything."
"Yes - OUR room." I hastened to agree. After a long pause, I took both of Beau's hands and looked into his eyes. "Thank you for taking care of all that, and for caring about what happened to me, and for... loving me." I took a big chance, not knowing how he would react to that word.
He gazed back into my eyes thoughtfully. "Well, I had a suspicion that, even if you didn't make it - and I'm so fucking glad you did - you might not want your heirs or whatever to find me and my shit in your bungalow. I was going to sneak back and get rid of all the sex stuff, but your friend Keith beat me to it." He paused. "And what the fuck did he do with all our shit, anyway?"
We both laughed. "I think he was afraid of most of it, but I'm pretty sure he squirreled it away and we can ask for it back."
Another long pause, then Beau spoke with seriousness in his voice. "So who the fuck was that guy really? He didn't look like any fucking nurse I've ever seen."
I hesitated. "As a matter of fact, he worked in the hospital where they operated on me. He really is a nursing aide, or assistant, or whatever." I paused again, then swallowed hard. "I don't exactly know why, but he and I kind of hit it off when I was there. I'm so sorry, Beau, but I pretty much failed the faithfulness test."
Beau looked at me sternly, then melted into a smile. "So, just to clarify, you fucked the shit out of him in the hospital, and then just now, right here in 'our' little bungalow?"
I didn't know how to interpret his grin. "That's about it, except that there were only blowjobs in the hospital - the bed was too tiny for anything else."
"Well, good for you. That's the way to get over a fucking heart attack - make the old ticker do double-duty!" Beau said with a laugh.
I was stunned. "You're not mad at me?"
"Fuck, no. I'm glad you had the strength to have sex so soon after your operation." He waited, then said seriously, "Of course, that doesn't really explain why you brought him back here."
"That's something I don't really understand, either. I could say it's because I didn't know where you were or whether you would ever come back to me, but the truth is I just wanted to fuck him." I hung my head in shame.
"Hooray for you! Fuckin-A, Tim!" Beau grabbed my chin and lifted it so I had to look at him. "I just hope you don't think that, the week I spent at Brett's place, we didn't fuck each other's brains out every day! We've all got needs, ya know!"
"That reminds me of an old song - probably from before you were born: it goes 'if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with'!" We both laughed at that.
"Well, I'm with you now, Tim - again. But I guess you don't have anything left for me tonight..."
With that, I pulled him close to me and held him tightly.
"Actually, that's better than any sex I've ever had!" Beau exclaimed.
We got up and went in to the bedroom. We stood facing each other, almost as if we had never done this before. My hands were actually trembling as I unbuttoned his shirt and reached inside, caressing his soft, hot skin and teasing his hardening nipples. Beau pulled me toward him and our lips met. We held that position, feeling each other's breath going in and out.
Unlike the way we usually kissed, our eyes were open. Once again, I felt myself drowning in the deep blue depths of his beautiful eyes. Simultaneously, we closed our eyes and opened our mouths. Our tongues met, warm and wet, and then began exploring each other's mouths. I drew Beau tightly to myself, wanting to feel his entire body touching mine.
As we broke our kiss, I lowered my head, a tear in my eye. Beau lifted my chin with his hand, kissed me again on the lips, and said, "Tim, it is what it is. You don't have to apologize for anything or feel bad about anything."
"But I hurt you..." I began, and ended in sobs, my body shaking. Beau hugged me tightly until my grief subsided.
"I told you, Tim, that's all in the past, and it won't do any good to dwell on it. All that matters is that we're together again."
With that, I kissed him passionately and slipped his shirt off his shoulders and arms.
"Not so fast, lover-boy!" he teased, pulling my shirt over my head and quickly beginning to tease my nipples. Throwing caution to the wind, we quickly undressed each other until we were standing, naked and hard, again looking into each other's eyes.
"I still can't believe you're back. I was so alone without you," I told him.
"And I was trying to figure out how I was going to live the rest of my fucking life without you!" he replied. We climbed onto the bed eagerly. Then I stopped, cold.
"What?" Beau began.
"We can't do it here..."
"Oh, because you just did HIM here, is that it?" I nodded guiltily.
"No problem! Let's do it on the couch!" With that, we hurried into the living room, discretely drew the curtains, and fell onto the couch where Beau, Brett, and I had pretended to make a porno.
We started 69-ing each other. When I took Beau's magnificent eight inches into my mouth, I relaxed my throat more than I had even done before. As his manhood slipped deep into me, Beau moaned with delight and said, "Tim! Where did you learn to do that?"
Forced to release his penis in order to speak, I said simply, "I always wanted to, but I guess this time I'm into so much that I actually CAN do it!" And with that, I went down on him again so far that I buried my nose in his man-scaped pubes. Beau groaned again in pleasure. He reciprocated with my cock, which was so much smaller than his. I also made sounds of great contentment as we began moving up and down on each other's hard-ons. I tasted his pre-come again, and wished that I were young enough to produce some myself.
After a time of cock-worship, I again moved off his member and said earnestly, "Beau, I need you inside me - right now, all the way, and I need you badly!"
We sat up and I turned my backside toward my youthful lover. He started to rim me, but I stopped him, "No, Beau, I mean it... inside me, now. Please!" With that he sat up, inched toward my upturned ass on his knees, rubbed his cock up and down my ass crack a few times and then gently penetrated my quivering hole.
I gasped for breath as I felt Beau fill me with his manliness. "Are you OK?" he asked. "I'm so good I think I'll pass out," I replied. "Well, please don't. We've been there, done that, and I never want to do it again!"
Once he was all the way inside me and I could feel his warm flesh pressing my ass cheeks, I invited him, "Fuck me, Beau. Fuck me hard!"
"Are you sure?" In response, I pressed my ass tightly against his crotch and began to hump him.
Beau immediately took up the rhythm, joining me in each up and down motion. When he pulled out, almost all the way, my body longed to have him back inside me. When he pressed his throbbing cock deep inside me, I wanted to suck it in even deeper, joining our two bodies into one. And I wanted the feeling to never end.
I said very little as we fucked, and Beau was also silent. Once in a while, a moan or groan escaped us, but for the most part, all we could hear was each other breathing rhythmically with the ass-pounding. The sex went on and on, until I became aware of some ache in my knees. I didn't say anything because I didn't want this to stop, but Beau must have picked up on it.
"Tim, let's try another position. This has got to be hell on your knees." Without another word, Beau pulled out and helped me lie flat on my stomach. "Arch your back a little," he instructed, as he once again entered me from behind and above. We resumed the fucking motions, but I noticed that Beau had extended his legs and was lifting his ass into the air, so that he could plunge down straight into me. Suddenly, he was hitting my "male G-spot" - my prostate - with every strike of his cock, and I was beginning to feel an even greater pleasure.
"Uhn. That's SO good," was all I could manage to say. "I knew you'd like it," Beau responded.
He fucked me in that position for quite a while. I was beginning to lose all concept of the passage of time, but I somehow knew that this was longer than we had ever done before.
Finally, Beau's breathing became rapid and his thrusting quickened. I knew he was near release, and I began to lift my ass to receive his passionate thrusts. Suddenly, Beau moaned and plunged his cock deep inside me. I felt the floor of hot semen come in seven or eight gushes, and I knew that he had given me his total love.
Spent, Beau rested on top of me, his still-hard dick deep inside my bowels. His breathing slowed and his body relaxed. Although he was lying on me, his weight was not really a problem. We began to breathe in unison. I could no longer feel his prick in me, although I knew that it was still there and still mostly hard.
After a while, Beau lifted his head and I turned mine to the side. He leaned over me and kissed my ear, my neck, and then the side of my face. He rose up, sliding out of me. The feeling of emptiness was overpowering and I whimpered as he exited. "Did that hurt?" he asked with concern.
"No, it didn't hurt. I just wanted you to stay in side me forever."
Beau chuckled softly, "That's a beautiful image, Tim, but I think it's probably not practical." We both giggled.
He rose up and we moved into a position side-by-side on the couch. We began to kiss again, this time tenderly and gently. The afterglow of sex was palpable, and neither of us wanted to give it up. Finally, our breathing slow and regular, we broke the kiss and gazed into each other's eyes.
"Tim, that was the best sex I've ever had."
"Oh, come on, Beau, you've had sex with porn stars. How could this beat that?"
"Tim, that's work. It's not love, and it's interrupted so often by directors and others that I'm almost surpised I can ever come that way." He paused, "but you didn't get to come?"
"Well, I think I did. Sometimes, I get all the feeling of coming but I produce little or no liquid." With that we both looked down at the couch cover between us. There were a few tiny drops on it. "See," I said, "that's all I have to show for it, but I assure you, my body got the full feeling, whether anything came out or not."
We cuddled, kissed, cried a little more, and fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, we both woke up with hard-ons, so we sucked each other, and I fucked him. As I was about to enter Beau's ass, I reached into the bedside table drawer and took out a rubber.
"How come?" Beau asked innocently.
"Because I've never had that fucking blood test, and both of us have been with other people recently."
"Did you do Kirk with one of those?"
"You bet I did."
"Well, I've only been with Brett, and he's tested, as am I, so you don't need that thing."
"I just thought we'd better be careful, unless you're ready to be exclusive."
"Exclusive? Where the fuck did you learn that word?"
"I did a bit of studying on the Internet while I was flat on my back in that fucking hospital."
Beau was quiet for a while. Then he asked, "So what do you mean?"
I thought for a long time. "Fuck if I know. I just know that I fucking love you, goddammit! And I hope you at least like me enough not to tell me to fuck off because I just told you that."
Beau looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes that I could have dived into and disappeared forever. "Tim, be chary with words like that. I know that you have known what love is - you were married for what, 50 fucking years? But I'm just a kid, and I've never really been in love with anybody, so don't count on me to know what the fuck you're talking about."
"Got it, Beau. And I know exactly what you're saying, so just file away my declaration, and maybe someday you'll take it out, dust it off, and see what I'm trying to tell you. In the meantime, fuck it! I'm just glad you're back, for whatever reason, and for whatever that means to you. I'm so glad I met you, and I am so glad you've helped me through the toughest time in my life so far."
With that, Beau pulled me toward him and kissed me deeply. I fucked him for what seemed like a long time, but it was nowhere near as long as he had been inside me the night before. After we both came, we lay on our backs, holding hands and looking at the ceiling.
After a while, I asked Beau, "are you ready to go exercise?"
"I think so. What are you gonna do?"
"Well, buddy-boy. I actually need to do pretty much the same thing. I am supposed to walk a mile on the goddamn treadmill this morning. Can you show me how the fuck to do that?"
"It will be my great pleasure, my lord!" he replied with a belly laugh.
When we came back to the bungalow after the gym, I ordered a healthy breakfast for both of us, and we sat down at the dining table.
"Beau, I'm not sure what it is, but something's definitely different."
"Different?"
"Between us. I can't put my finger on it, but our relationship has changed somehow."
"What do you think has changed?"
"Well, first of all, we both had sex with other people and we don't seem to care about that - I mean, we are still together. Where I come from, that would be the end of the relationship."
"Welcome to the gay world, Timmy. Fidelity is not necessarily a virtue and is rarely expected, outside of marriage, and not always then."
"But that's not it, Beau. I am actually glad you had Brett while I was away. I wouldn't want you to feel that you have to give up such an important part of life, just because I'm in the hospital."
"And I'm glad you met what's-his-name the nurse. I think your sex life helped you heal, so I'm glad you found someone to help you do that."
"Do you think our relationship has matured in some way? I mean, before what happened I think we were just like a couple of teen-agers who just discovered sex."
"Tim, I discovered sex a long time ago, and I'm pretty good at it - I even make videos that prove that."
"That's just the physical side, and I grant you you're great at that. But I'm talking about the other part, the emotional or internal side of things - the 'love' part."
"Are you in love with me? Are we in love?"
"Fuck if I know. I've only loved one person in my life, and she died. I used to think I loved my children, but they seem to be my worst enemies right now. My life is fucking confusing!"
"Well, I can't really say that I've ever been in love with anybody, but I sure feel a strong attraction to you, and I really fucking want to stay wherever you are."
I was silent for a while. "You know, Beau, that guy Kirk - the nurse - made me feel really good physically. But I don't have any illusions that it was love, especially since he shook me down for a lot of money."
"Really? How much money?"
"Not a hell of a lot. About a thousand. He was actually a cheap date."
The phone rang. It was the front desk. "Mr Hobson? There's a package here that you need to sign for."
We dressed quickly and hastened to the main building. The desk clerk looked apologetic as he handed me an official-looking cardboard envelope from the Family Court of the State of West Virginia. I signed for it, and we hurried back to our bungalow to open it.
"What the fuck?" Beau exclaimed.
"It's a lawsuit brought by my son-in-law Will. It orders me to prove that I'm competent to manage my own affairs."
"Why the hell is it from West Virginia?"
"I suspect that Will thinks that a court in a conservative state like West Virginia will be more likely to view being gay as an aberration, if not a full-blown mental illness," I said with disgust. "I'd better call Keith and see what he says to do about this."
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