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Tim gets his first taste of Beau's love-juice and decides he's been missing something great in life. Their relationship is more relaxed, and they realize that they don't want to occupy separate rooms (or separate lives).
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GOING GAY PART 4
["That's the first lesson. Do you want to take a break?" "Not on your life!"]
My first tutorial in blowjobs had been a success, and it was obvious that Beau and I had both enjoyed every bit of it.
"OK, then let's try another position." With that, Beau rolled over, laying flat on the bed.
"Now you get up on your knees and elbows and get over me, but don't lie down on me."
With some guidance from my lover (for that was what I now knew him to be), I achieved the intended position. My erection dangled in his face, and his rose up to invite me to take it into my mouth.
"Now, let's do the same thing we were doing, only from a different angle."
Once again, I eagerly began copying his movements, taking his hard cock in my mouth and bestowing on it every pleasure that he gave me. I even found that, from above, I could take it deeper into my mouth and almost down my throat. Beau clearly noticed the difference and made a few gurgling sounds of pleasure around my cock, which was buried in his mouth.
"Now, you keep doing that, while I show you something else."
Curious and eager, I continued blowing him. Beau pulled himself up a little bit and began licking my balls from underneath. Then his tongue made its way into that un-named area between my testicles and my asshole. Once he had that space thoroughly soaked with his saliva, I felt to my shock and surprise that his tongue began to explore around the hole itself.
I stopped what I was doing. "Are you sure you want to go there?"
"Mm-hmm. I approached very carefully, and I can tell that there's nothing unpleasant lurking around that entrance."
With that, he returned to his mission of soaking every inch of muscle up and down my ass-crack, with special emphasis on the tight pucker that guarded the entry. I never imagined that such an unmentionable part of my anatomy could be so sensitive and provide such great pleasure when it was stimulated in just the right way.
Suddenly, Beau thrust his tongue past the hole and right into my virgin back door. The sensation was indescribable. It was so overpowering that I actually pulled away from him uncontrollably.
"Don't like that?"
"Of course I like it, you idiot. It's so fucking intense that I can barely stand it!"
"I'll take it slow, and if it gets to be too much, just pull off." And with that, he began a routine of licking, tickling, and thrusting his tongue into me as far as it would go. It was pure ecstasy - a feeling I had never experienced or imagined.
"Can I try doing that to you?"
"Are you sure?"
"Well, you're supposed to be teaching me these things."
"OK." We gingerly exchanged positions, and as he began sucking my dick again, I retraced the steps he had taken on my own backside. When I reached the pucker, I hesitated only for a second before pressing my tongue past his sphincter and into a brave new world of sensual delight. To my surprise and relief, the taste was quite pleasant, with no hint of the nasty stuff that came out this lovely orifice.
"Mmmm." Beau helped me by moving his ass up and down so that I didn't have to strain the muscles of my tongue trying to massage his hole. I now realized where he got his nom de porn, Beau "Botham" - he was an expert at using his ass to please a man.
Finally, he pulled away. "That's enough for now, Timmy. I think you've earned an A-plus for today's lesson."
My disappointment must have been obvious.
"Hey, I don't mean we aren't going to get off," Beau explained, "just that you need to take things slowly if you're going to enjoy the whole curriculum."
Then he guided to lie back again and returned to kneeling between my legs. Taking my cock in his mouth, he began a flurry of movement that soon told me he was striving to make me come. Unable to stop myself, I began to thrust my pole down his throat, as the inevitable moment of no-turning-back got closer and closer. Finally, I gasped, "I'm going to come!" I didn't know what he wanted to do about that, but he made it clear by sucking harder and deeper.
My balls rose up, my prostate began contracting feverishly, my body tightened, and my breathing stopped, as I shot load after load of semen into Beau's receptive mouth. As the wave of ejaculations continued, he met each by tightly squeezing his tongue against the roof of his mouth and eagerly swallowing my cream.
Finally, my balls drained, I was able to breathe again, and my cock almost instantly went flaccid. Beau simply lay there with my worn-out member in his mouth, gently sucking the last drops of juice from that slit he had so lovingly explored earlier.
"I don't know what to say. I've never felt like that before, and I haven't come like that in years!"
"I'm glad you're happy."
"When are you going to teach me to do that?"
"All things in good time, old bean!" he said with a fake British accent, making me wonder what Windermere was doing with Jimmy Coxx at this very moment. But I quickly set that thought aside, since my own reality was far better than anything I could imagine or fantasize.
"Now it's my turn to do you." I announced, making a move to get up.
"No need. I came the same time you did - just caught it in my hand." He held up a palm wet with creamy jism, then quickly grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped it clean.
"Well, I wish I had been more of a participant in that."
"Don't worry. There'll be plenty more times and you can get that slop all over you if you want to!"
"I want to taste it, dummy."
We settled in bed beside each other, took a few more sips of our drinks, and engaged in casual conversation. Soon, we both fell asleep.
But unlike Beau, who was too young to need it, I had to get up and pee three times during the night. I was careful not to wake him, and my reward was the delightful opportunity to lie there and gaze at his beautiful naked body until sleep took me in its arms again.
I woke up early, as I always do. Groggy from sleep and the physical exhilaration of sex, it dawned on me that there was someone in bed with me.
I immediately thought, "Julie," turning over. And she wasn't there. Instead, a beautiful young man lay there next to me - naked, his penis erect.
And I said to myself, "There is no more Julie. That life is over - it is no more. I loved her; I devoted myself to her; I took care of her through all of her pain and suffering until she took her last breath, and I buried her. I will never forget her. She will always be a part of my life - of me, and all that I am. But she is not here now. This beautiful young man is, and this is my new life."
I didn't feel sad. Rather, I knew that I would always have the love that Julie and I had shared for 50 years. But she is gone and I am still alive, and I need to get on with the business of living.
Julie and I had often talked about what we would do after one of us died - how the survivor would get on with life, perhaps fall in love again, maybe even marry again. It was always something that we freely gave each other permission to do.
And I knew in my heart that, somehow, Julie would have approved of who and what and where I am now. She would understand, and she would even probably like Beau!
As my ruminations dwindled away, Beau stirred, then stretched. His hard cock seemed to get even bigger - it already reached all the way up his belly-button. He opened his eyes and looked over at me.
"Hi," he said with that heart-melting smile of his. I felt a warm tingle in my balls.
"Good morning."
"Did you sleep OK?"
"Other than having to take a piss three or four times last night, I did just fine. Did I wake you up?"
"I'm a light sleeper. You were never gone long enough for me to think I needed to get up and go look for you." Then he winked at me. "You sure seemed to enjoy the free strip show every time you came back to bed."
I blushed. "Well, you're so good at it, how could I not?"
"Come here, Tim." He pulled me down on top of him and we kissed deeply. I inhaled the manly scent of his body and quickly got hard.
"You ready for Lesson Two?" he asked innocently.
"Bring it on, lover!"
"Well, let's start with a little review. Assume the "69" position!"
I complied quickly and we began sucking each other. I tried to remember all the tricks he had taught me last night, so that I wasn't just mimicking what he did to me, but actually improvising on the basics in order to make him feel good. I imagined that I was worshiping his phallus, like some pagan guru in a temple devoted to the gods of sex.
Beau noticed my ministrations, "You sure learn fast!"
"We aims to please, sir."
"Well, you're pleasing me a lot, but you better slow down or you'll get a taste of that juice you wanted last night!"
Rather than responding, I increased the speed and depth of my cock-sucking. I was pleasantly surprised that, the more I worked on his giant dick, the more my mouth and throat accommodated both the length and the girth. Before long, I was taking almost his whole hard-on and tickling my nose on his fluffy pubes.
"You better mean what you said, baby, cause here I come!" And with that, I felt his cock swell to an even larger diameter, as he thrust it as deep as it would go. I held my breath and suppressed my gag reflex, as the first gush of his sperm filled my mouth.
His load was sweet, hot, salty, and quickly filled my mouth. For a split second, I wondered what to do with it. Then I remembered how he had taken mine. I pressed my tongue toward the top of my mouth and swallowed, just in time. Immediately, the second spurt filled my mouth, followed in rapid succession by five more. I vaguely remembered masturbating as a teen, and that I often shot six or seven times, especially if I had not come for a couple of days. At my age, however, the best I could usually manage wasn't enough to even fill a teaspoon.
Briefly, I though about how much I had missed at that time in my life, how many willing and eager boys would have been glad to come in my mouth. But, as they say, "That was then and this is now." You can't relive the past, and you can't go back and change it. All you can do - all you should ever want to do - is live today to the fullest. At my age, I knew I didn't have too many years ahead, so I relished the moment, loved the hot boy with his throbbing cock in my mouth, and to hell with regrets or could-have-beens!
Beau's breathing slowed and he played with my hair with one hand, while pinching his nipples with the other. I made a mental note to try that on him the next time, since he apparently liked it a lot.
Again following his example of the wild night before, I swallowed the last dollop of come and then held his prick in my mouth, gently sucking it dry. It felt so right, so perfect, to be able to give this man who wasn't even half my age the kind of pleasure that he desired.
Finally, Beau raised up on his elbow, delicately sliding his now-soft penis out of my dripping mouth.
"You get an A-plus for that exercise, Timmy-boy!" Beau then sat up in bed, dropped his legs over the side and walked naked across the room to the bathroom door. Leaving the door open, he stood at the toilet at an angle, so that I could see everything from the bed where I lay.
As his stream of piss rushed like a wild river into the bowl, I called out to him, "I envy you, Beau. I haven't been able to pee like that in 20 years!"
"You like watching?"
"You bet I do. Any time I can admire your magnificent cock, I'm ready, willing and able!"
"Well, maybe for a future lesson, we'll teach you how to take a golden shower."
"What's that?"
He laughed heartily, "That's for me to know and you to find out."
He returned to the bed and we made out for a while, gently kissing and licking each other's bodies and cuddling.
Finally, I asked, "Breakfast?"
"Not 'til I work out."
"You mean you need more of a workout than what we just did?"
"That was pleasure. I need pain."
"Pain?" I asked, incredulously.
"You know - 'no pain, no gain'. I have several hundred reps to do, down in the gym. I'll come back for a shower, and then eat. But you go ahead and have whatever you want. You don't have to wait for me."
"Well, I think I can survive a while longer. Do you know what you'd like when you get back?"
He gave me a list of healthy-sounding breakfast items, which I quickly committed to memory. Then he slipped his muscle shirt back on, slowly and teasingly pulled his cargo shorts back up, and stepped into his sandals.
"I've never seen sandals like those before. What are they called?"
"Rail Bondis(R)," he answered. "Everybody's wearing them this year."
"I never suspected you to be a fashionista!" But I suddenly realized that all the young men I had been ogling wore the same style.
With that, he laughed, leaned over and kissed me deeply, and started toward the door.
"Wait! You might need a key to our room."
"OUR room?"
"Well, unless you prefer to sleep alone, or you've decided you've taught me all you know about sex?"
"Not even!" He laughed as I tossed him one of the key cards.
With that, Beau left for the gym, down in the basement of the hotel.
I toyed with the idea of just lying in bed naked, waiting for his return, but something told me that he was serious about his exercise routine and might not be back for a while. So I got dressed and wrote out a quick note: "I'll be down by the pool. Call me when you get back to the room. And don't even dream of taking that shower without me!"
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