by GA Hauser
Once they were both nude, Carl stood still, waiting.
Keith closed in on him, embracing him, finding his lips again. Wrapping around him, Carl sealed their bodies together, relishing the heat of Keith’s flesh on his. Running his hands down Keith’s silky sides, Carl began inching his way between them, rubbing the backs of his hands against Keith’s abdomen. Keith’s hips parted from his just enough to give Carl access.
As he lowered his hands, Carl felt his own cock and Keith’s. Instinctively he enveloped them both, pressing them together in his palms.
Keith paused from the kiss to release a deep, passionate groan of pleasure.
Staring down at their two cocks nestled together, Carl licked his lips in desire. He wanted to see what Keith’s cock tasted like. Would it taste the same as the rest of Keith’s skin?
“Go lie down.” Carl released his hold on them.
Stumbling backward, Keith found the bed and lay back on it.
Psyching himself up, Carl’s internal dialogue kept babbling. If it isn’t nice to suck Keith, would it look odd if I pulled away? If I like it, will I be able to take Keith coming in my mouth? Swallow? Would Keith be patient and let me try and give him a blowjob? Experiment?
Carl stared down at Keith’s entire body as he lay prone on the bed. The look of anticipation on Keith’s face was amazing. Should I ask him if it’s okay? Or just do it?
Inhaling deeply, Carl climbed on the bed from the foot, crawling his way up to Keith.
Keith spread his legs wide, as if begging for it.
Lowering down to his elbows between Keith’s knees, Carl caught Keith propping his head up on a pillow to watch.
Will I get a case of stage fright? Or should I just dive in?
Carl decided to ease into it slowly, since it was obvious Keith was very keen on the idea.
Closing his eyes, Carl kissed the smooth skin on the inside of Keith’s thighs. Keith’s leg muscles tightened and he whimpered softly. Raising his head, Carl stared at Keith’s balls and long, erect shaft. The scent of male testosterone made his skin tingle. Carl closed his eyes again and nestled against Keith’s heavy sack. As he did, Keith’s testicles tightened up, moving against Carl’s closed lips. Carl rubbed them gently with his mouth and jaw, enjoying Keith’s reactions of bliss.
Scooting higher, Carl touched the long, silky length of Keith’s dick. It bobbed and seeped in response.
“Oh, God…” Keith moaned softly.
Licking his dry lips, Carl touched his closed mouth against Keith’s cock. It felt hot and throbbed when he did. Running his lips from the base to under the corona, Carl heard Keith whimpering in agony.
He wanted to suck it. Face it, Carl, you’re dying to do this.
Climbing even higher on Keith’s body, Carl aimed Keith’s seeping head at his mouth. After glancing up at Keith whose rapt attention and tight posture were clenched in anticipation, Carl opened his lips. Very slowly, he used his tongue to touch the skin of the head of Keith’s cock.
A low, agonized moan erupted from Keith.
It tasted like the rest of Keith’s body. Slightly salty and clean. As he grew bolder the tip of his tongue dragged across the slit. Closing his mouth, Carl registered the taste of his pre-come drop for a moment. It certainly wasn’t repugnant.
Keith’s hands clenched the bedspread in white knuckles.
Using his fingers to aim Keith’s cock to his mouth, Carl opened his lips and allowed the head to enter. Keith’s hips jerked up almost in reflex to penetrate and more stickiness oozed out. Carl knew Keith was so keyed up, that the possibility of his shooting his wad was getting very real. “Warn me.”
“Yes,” Keith replied from a strangled throat.
At least now Carl felt like he had the option of rejecting it. Closing his eyes, trying to relax his body, which was almost as tight as Keith’s at the moment, Carl lowered once again to take just the head into his mouth. With his tongue he explored it, registering the tightness of the skin and the width of it as he closed his lips over it completely.
Again Keith’s hips rose up, craving deeper penetration. Carl knew it, but wanted to take it slowly. He had no idea what it would feel like to have his entire mouth filled with a man’s dick.
Backing off, catching his breath, Carl stroked Keith gently, realizing the time this was taking must be excruciating for Keith. Once again, closing his eyes, Carl opened his lips. This time he pushed it in a little deeper. Keith almost howled in agony. “Fuck!”
“I’m sorry. Do you want me to stop?” Carl asked.
“No! Are you kidding me?” came his breathless reply.
Amazed this slow torture was exciting Keith as much as it was him, Carl continued. Pushing Keith’s cock towards him, Carl opened wide and tried to fit it halfway in. Very gently, he allowed it to glide back out. Keith was going wild, vocalizing every tormenting move.
Carl had finally come to the conclusion that it wasn’t bad. He had sucked Keith’s fingers like they were a cock. Okay, this wasn’t his finger, but in reality, Keith’s body had already penetrated him in so many ways, this was just one more. It was swallowing Carl was worried about. He felt like he had the rest down pretty well.
Getting to his knees for a better angle, Carl held Keith’s dick between his index finger and thumb, and began moving up and down on it with his mouth, sucking hard as he did.
The moment he allowed Keith complete penetration, Carl heard him shout, “I’m there!”
Carl jerked back and tilted Keith’s cock away from him. It spurted creamy come all over Keith’s abdomen.
“Sorry,” Carl whispered. “I just didn’t know if I was ready for that.”
“Sorry?” Keith gasped in amazement. “It was fantastic!”
“Was it? I feel like such a fucking amateur.” Carl climbed off the bed to get a tissue.
“Just having it in your mouth, Carl, was unbelievable.”
Carl returned, wiping the spill from Keith’s body.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” Carl set the tissue on the nightstand and lay next to him.
~
Keith wondered what Carl expected from him. Rolling to his side, propping up his head, Keith asked, “What do you want me to do?”
“What are you comfortable doing?” Carl ran his hand along Keith’s side.
Keith didn’t think he was ready to give Carl a blowjob. At least he didn’t think he was. “You want to fuck me?”
“Yeah?” Carl seemed surprised.
“Well, it felt pretty good when you used your finger.”
“Don’t do it if you don’t feel ready, Keith.”
“What’s to do? I just lay here, right?”
“Don’t trivialize it.”
“I’m not. Are you kidding? Do you know what it means to me that you went down on me?” Keith dug his hand through Carl’s dark hair.
“I love you. I want to please you.”
“Did you hate it?”
“No. Not at all. I think with time, I could even swallow.”
Keith lowered his hands down Carl’s body, dragging his fingers over his hard protruding cock. “Fuck me.”
Carl gripped Keith’s jaw. “Are you sure?” he enunciated slowly.
“Yes.” Keith felt his stomach tighten but he wanted to try it.
Carl kissed him, urging Keith to his back, connecting their chests together.
Loving that kiss, the way it communicated Carl’s love and attraction to him, Keith felt his body respond and grow hard again.
After a long bout of kissing and caressing, Carl sat back reaching into the nightstand.
Keith felt as if he were holding his breath. If I hate it, he’ll stop. No big deal.
Forcing himself to quit panting as Carl slid a condom on and coated it with the gel, Keith tried not to panic or back out. After all, Carl had sucked him.
“Okay, babe?”
“Okay,” Keith was hyperventilating.
Carl crawled down the bed, gently
parting Keith’s thighs. His chest rising and falling like a bellows, Keith allowed Carl to place each one of his legs on Carl’s shoulders, offering a clear path to his ass.
As Keith looked on, Carl squeezed more lube on his fingers.
The first cool touch to his back passage, Keith flinched.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” Keith tucked his arms under his back, bracing himself.
Very tenderly, Carl penetrated him, smoothing his slick fingers in and out.
Instantly the pleasure sparked through him. “God, that’s amazing!”
Carl chuckled softly. “Good.”
The strength of the rush it sent through him confirmed Keith’s determination to do this act. It felt absolutely incredible being entered that way.
When Carl got to his knees and placed the head of his cock on Keith’s ass, he whispered, “I love you.”
It brought a lump to Keith’s throat. “I love you too.”
“Thank you for sharing your body this way, Keith.”
A hot tear raced down Keith’s face. “I want to. So much.”
At that comment, Carl pushed in.
Keith gasped and arched his back. Carl’s size filled him. As his brain tried to reconcile the act, Keith wondered if this was what a woman felt like. Receiving. Receiving the penetration, the filling of her body for her man. Christ! I’m a fucking woman!
But the voice in Keith’s head wasn’t criticizing him, it was acknowledging what the other half felt like. And it didn’t feel bad. It was fulfilling. Made him feel whole. Two becoming one.
Through his gasps, Carl asked, “You okay?”
“Yes!” Keith felt intense sparks of pleasure he just couldn’t ignore. Releasing his hands he grabbed his own cock and began jerking it off.
“Oh, baby!” Carl lit up and began thrusting in earnest.
Taking it up to the root, Keith felt like passing out from the strength of the heat and excitement. Hearing Carl’s heavy breathing and grunting, seeing his face fill with orgasmic passion, the sensation of being entered, consumed, Keith had never felt anything like it in his life. It was paradise. Rapture on the grandest scale.
As his balls churned and gave up their contents, and it surged out of his cock, Keith could not prevent his expletives of emotion from pouring out of his mouth. “Aaaaugh Holy-mother-fucking-God!” As Carl thrust deep and hard, Keith came, shooting come past his face to the pillow behind him. Blinking in shock, he focused in on Carl and could not believe what he looked like. Ecstasy washed across his handsome features as he came. His expression was a cross between angelic and demonic. “Carl! Carl!” Keith panted, wanting to shout out his epiphany of discovery to him. I like being gay!
“Holy shit…” Carl groaned, his body drooping from the exhaustion.
Wanting to hold him, embrace him, Keith waited for Carl to pull out. “Oh, Carl…” Keith milked his cock as he moaned, feeling the waves subside slowly.
Slowly coming to reality, Carl set Keith’s legs back on the bed, pulling out, holding the edge of the rubber.
The moment he was released, Keith knelt up and wrapped around Carl, hugging him.
“Oh, my beautiful lover,” Carl crooned, squeezing him tight. “That was un-fucking-real.”
A rush of emotion slapped Keith senseless. The depth of adoration he felt for Carl engulfed him. This must be real love. There’s no other explanation for it.
Unable to prevent it, a sob escaped Keith’s lips.
Instantly Carl backed up, panic-stricken, to see his face.
Shaking his head, Keith tried to speak. “No. I’m fine. I’m just overwhelmed.”
Exhaling in relief, Carl kissed him gently.
“I love you,” Keith began to cry as he spoke those magical words. “I can’t believe how much I love you.”
“Oh, sugar,” Carl melted, crushing Keith in his embraced. “I love, love, love you.”
Gaining some control, Keith asked with a jerky breath, “How did this happen? How did we do this?”
“I don’t know. Is there any rhyme or reason to true happiness? To true love?” Carl dabbed at Keith’s tears.
Keith fought to control his sobs. Carl climbed off the bed, helping Keith stand so they could wash up.
“We need to learn our lines,” Carl laughed as if that idea was almost impossible.
“I know.” Keith washed his face, and body quickly. “I think my come hit your pillow.”
Carl caught Keith’s eye in the mirror. “You’re joking.”
“No.” Keith laughed.
Immediately Carl left the bathroom returning with the pillow. “Look at this!” he shouted proudly. “If that ain’t real pleasure, what is?”
Keith broke up with laughter as Carl removed the soiled case. “You made me come so hard, I almost hurt myself!”
Carl doubled over with hilarity.
Keith kept dabbing at his eyes as they filled from the his joy.
“Oh, Keith. I love you, you know that?” Carl tossed the case in the laundry, finding a replacement.
“Right. Back to work.” Keith felt groggy and lightheaded.
“Yes. Funny.” Carl tossed the pillow back on the bed. “Back to pretend love scenes.”
“God, our life is bizarre.”
“No kidding. But it’s wonderful though, isn’t it?” Carl cupped Keith’s face for a kiss.
“Yes. It’s like a dream.” Keith stared into Carl’s green eyes.
“Okay.” Carl found his briefs and slipped his jeans back on. “Teach me your trick for memorizing the lines so quickly.”
As he zipped his pants, Keith replied, “It’s easy.”
“Good.”
They returned to the living room. While Carl went to get their wine, Keith sat down and relaxed, smiling contentedly at him. Heaven. He’d found heaven.
Chapter Twelve
Keith couldn’t put his parents off any longer. He met them for lunch at Literati’s on Wilshire Boulevard. Parking his car, he found his dad standing out in front of the main entrance. As he approached Keith tucked his shirt into his jeans and ran his hand over his hair nervously. He had no idea why he was so anxious about seeing him, but he was.
“Hello, Keith.”
“Dad.” Keith gave him a quick hug and asked, “Mom inside?”
“Yes. She wanted to get a table before it got too crowded.”
Keith walked through the busy room and noticed his mother waving to him from a table near the wall of windows. It was bright and lively inside with the noise of chatting voices and forks touching plates.
“Hi, Mom.” Keith leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“Hello, dear. You’re looking very well.” She smiled proudly at him.
Keith wondered if all the hot sex he was having was making him glow. The thought made him smile wryly. He took a seat across from his mother, as his father sat next to her, their backs facing the view outside.
Once he had relaxed and set his napkin on his lap Keith picked up one of the menus. “Did you already decide?”
“I did, but your father hasn’t had a chance.”
“What are you getting, Sandy?” Ron asked.
“I was just thinking of ordering the wood-grilled burger.”
Keith set his menu down. “Sounds good to me.”
“So, Keith,” Sandy wriggled in excitement, “how does it feel to be a big star?”
“I’m not exactly a big star yet, Mom.” Keith took a quick look around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
“You will be. Just be patient.”
The waiter approached their table. “Are you ready to order?”
After they gave him their selections and the waiter left, Keith picked up his glass of ice water and noticed his dad’s expression seemed pinched. “Everything okay at work, Dad?”
“Hm? Oh. Yes. Work is fine.”
Sandy nudged Ron in what appeared to Keith as admonishment. Keith asked, “What’s going on?” A sudden cold ball filled Keith’s b
elly.
His parents exchanged pained looks.
Keith knew. He didn’t have to ask. “Dad…it’s acting.”
“How can they make you do things like that to another man?” Keith was surprised at how angry he sounded. “It’s disgusting,” Ron continued, “Did you know they would make you do that when you took the offer?”
“Ron, calm down.” Sandy grabbed his arm.
“Yes, my agent warned me.”
“And you took the job anyway?” Ron choked in amazement.
“I need to work, Dad. Adam has been trying to get me a decent part for months. I wasn’t interested in waiting tables like Patty does, believe me.”
“It’s sick. I can’t even watch the show any longer. You, kissing that man.”
Keith wondered what his father would do it he knew they were doing far more than that both on the show and in reality.
“Ron,” Sandy spoke up, “it’s just a silly acting job. Why are you getting so upset about it? I’m proud of Keith. He’s working in a number one television series. I don’t see why you can’t see the difference between acting and real life.”