In the Dark

by G. A. Hauser

  Carl pushed in, groaning in ecstasy. “Damn! Damn!”

  Doug chuckled. He couldn’t deny it. Being possessed by Carl felt incredible to him as well. Yes, having Carl in his bed would be pure pleasure.

  “Jerk off. Jerk off.” Carl began thrusting with determination.

  Doug grasped his own cock and gave it what it and Carl were looking for. Tight friction. Keeping his gaze on Carl’s pretty features, Doug watched Carl’s stare move up and down, from his own eyes to his masturbating to their connection and back again.

  “Yes. Jesus, Doug…I’m there. Ya there?”

  Doug quickened his pace on his cock, his hand becoming a blur.

  “Ah! I can’t hold it. Look at you! Jesus!” Carl drove in deeply and grunted.

  Doug could feel Carl’s cock throbbing inside him. He gave up his own seed and sprayed his chest.

  “Ahhfuck! Fuck!” Carl kept jamming his hips in deeply. Once he slowed down, he pulled out and dropped down, licking the cum off Doug’s chest.

  Doug’s eyes sprang open. “Nice! You’re a fucking keeper!”

  Lapping contentedly, Carl seemed deep in a swoon. It made Doug smile. “Get free, Carl. Get free and come to me.”

  Panting, sticky cum on his face, Carl gasped, “Yes. Fuck. I have to be with you. Please. Let me just break up with him and I’ll be yours.”

  Doug gently wiped at Carl’s chin. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

  Carl crawled higher on Doug’s body and cried, “I’ll make it soon. Promise. Today. I’ll do it today.”

  “Good.” Doug petted his hair, smiling happily.

  * * * *

  Carl didn’t want to leave. After a shower and breakfast, he knew he couldn’t keep putting off the inevitable. Once he had helped Doug wash up the breakfast dishes, Carl reluctantly put his mobile phone to his ear to hear his messages.

  “You son of a bitch. Where the fuck are you? You didn’t go see a movie, you lying sack of shit!”

  Carl flinched, deleting the message, unable to bear anymore.

  “You okay?”

  Meeting Doug’s concerned eyes, Carl replied, “Jan’s livid.”

  “I’d assume so.” Doug leaned back against the sink counter. “Are you afraid of him?”

  “A little.” Carl felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “He gets kind of crazy.”

  “Do you want me to come with you?”

  “I thought you didn’t want to be involved in my mess.”

  “I don’t want you hurt. That’s my priority. If you want, I’ll hang out with you until you collect your things.”

  “To bring where? I have to get an apartment first.”

  Carl made a silly face at him. “Just move in here.”

  “I can’t. We don’t even know each other.”

  “I’ll take my chances.”

  “Christ, Doug, I don’t know your last name, what you do for a living…no, it’s too much of a rush. I just need to find a place to stay for a little while.”

  “Can you stay with any family or friends temporarily?”

  Carl wracked his brain for that answer. “Not really. I just need to rent a room somewhere until we can get to know one another better.”

  “Fuck that. Just move in.”

  “Doug!” Carl wanted to but he knew it was insane.

  Doug sat with him on at the kitchen table. “My last name is Weinhart and I work in a music studio as a tech. Okay? Now you know me.”

  Carl laughed softly. “Brandt is my last name. I manage a commercial real estate office downtown.”

  “Good. Then it’s settled. Come on. Let’s get you packed and out.” Doug stood and left the room.

  Anxious about meeting Jan at their apartment while he was with Doug, Carl bit at his nail nervously.

  They walked together back to Carl’s car.

  When they had the car in view Carl could see a maintenance worker repairing the line that had fallen onto his car overnight, his truck double-parked parallel to the curb. A fire truck blocked off the area with cones.

  “Shit. Can I get out?” Carl kept moving closer.

  “If not, we’ll go back and get my car.”

  Approaching the fireman, Carl called, “Excuse me.”

  The firefighter spun around.

  “This is my car. Any chance I can move it?”

  “Sure. Hang on.”

  Doug leaned on Carl’s back. “Cute!”

  “All the firemen in LA are gorgeous. Are you just noticing that now?” Carl grinned back at Doug.

  The diesel engine of the big red truck rumbled and hissed. It moved up a few yards. A second fireman picked up the cones and shouted, “You’re good to go!”

  Carl waved, hurrying to get behind the wheel as Doug did the same next to him in the passenger’s seat.

  As they pulled out, Carl waved again in thanks.

  Doug leaned down to get a good look at the young fireman. “Find ’em hot and leave ’em wet!”

  Carl laughed. “I know!”

  Feeling Doug’s hand on his thigh for reassurance, Carl’s mood darkened as he drew closer to Jan’s and his home. “He may get physical.”

  “I presumed that. If that wasn’t the problem, you wouldn’t give a shit about coming here and clearing out.”

  Carl’s stomach was in knots. He couldn’t even imagine what Doug thought of him and his ‘situation’. Trying to put himself in Doug’s shoes, it wasn’t a happy place to be for either of them.

  Parking, shutting the engine off, Carl sighed. “It’s what’s kept me here. The intimidation. I know I shouldn’t be afraid to move out. I should just fight the bastard. But he has belted me a few times already, and to be honest, I’m not as big or mean as he is and I always lose when we get physical. I hate to admit this but, I’m scared shitless of him.”

  Doug appeared very angry. “No. Please don’t tell me you put up with abuse from the asshole.”

  “I won’t tell you then.” Carl shivered involuntarily in fear.

  “Why didn’t you call the cops?”

  “He’d kill me. I can’t. If the cops came, I’d be dead.”

  “Does he own a gun?”

  “No.”

  “Can you tell if he’s home right now?”

  “Yes. He is. That’s his pickup.” Carl pointed to a battered Ford.

  Doug cracked his knuckles. “Whenever you’re ready. I’m primed to kick his ass.”

  Smiling at his confidence, Carl reached for Doug. “You don’t have to do this. If you get hurt I’m never going to forgive myself.”

  “I won’t get hurt. Are you kidding me?” Doug shook his head at the absurdity. “You think I can’t beat the shit out of this jerk?”

  As if just getting his first look at Doug, Carl admired his large build and powerful frame. Maybe Doug could intimidate Jan. They would soon find out.

  “Most of these dickheads are just overgrown bullies, Carl. One good ass kicking and they run away like beaten mongrels.”

  “I wish I had been the one to kick his ass though. I mean, why the hell should you be involved in this? Doug, I’m so angry with myself that you are.” Carl exited his car and pocketed his key. “You sure you don’t want to wait here?”

  “No. Shut up and go inside.” Doug nudged him.

  Carl walked up the sloping cement steps and tried the knob. The door was unlocked. The minute he pushed it back, Carl heard Jan’s voice.

  “’Bout time, asshole.”

  Battle ready, Doug made sure he stood beside Carl. Carl waited for Jan to notice he was not alone.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Jan rose up from the sofa he was slouched on, the television playing in the background.

  “Get your shit.” Doug nudged Carl.

  Carl swallowed, trepidation adding to his worry. “I’m moving out, Jan.”

  “Moving out?” Jan puffed up. “I don’t think so.”

  Doug stood between the two men looking very mean. “Get your shit, Carl!” Doug ordered,
his eyes never leaving Jan’s.

  Carl felt his entire body tremble and hurried to the bedroom to pack. As he did he could hear their argument and cringed hoping nothing happened to Doug.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my boyfriend?” Jan shouted.

  “He wants out. And you are going to let him get out.”

  “Out where? Where the hell’s he going? Your place?”

  “None of your fucking business.”

  “It is my business if you’re stealing my piece of fucking ass!”

  Carl slapped clothing into luggage as fast as he could. He knew the verbal argument was about to turn to into a brawl.

  “Yours?” Doug’s voice boomed in the small apartment. “You don’t own him. He’s free to do as he pleases.”

  “Free? He’s not free. He’s mine. And no one is taking him anywhere!”

  “Shit.” Carl knew that was the invitation to punch something. He sat on his suitcase and struggled with the zipper. A crash was heard in the next room. “Oh God.” He hefted his suitcase up, and raced to the living room.

  Jan and Doug where locked up in fury, shoving each other over the furniture, clamped together with clawed fists and growling expressions of rage.

  “Stop! Jan! Cut it out!” Carl raced over and began pushing Jan back. “You don’t own me, you dickhead! Let him go! Jan! Grow the fuck up, you prick!”

  Doug roared and broke free from Jan’s grasp, his chest heaving. “Do you have everything?” he asked Carl appearing about to tear Jan’s head off.

  “I have my clothing packed, I just need my laptop and some toiletries.” Carl glared at Jan. “Let me leave, Jan, enough! You know it’s been coming. We do nothing but argue. Don’t act like you never saw this coming.”

  “I blame you!” Jan pointed an accusing thing at Doug. “I’ll kill you, you motherfucker.”

  Doug puffed up. “Come on! You think you’re tough, ya dickwad? Come on!”

  “No! Stop!” Carl roared. “Jan. I’m leaving. Okay? Deal with it like a human being and not an animal.”

  “Get your shit, and let’s go,” Doug screamed in rage.

  Carl dashed out of the room for his computer, tossing his toiletries into a plastic bag, his heart pumping in his chest.

  Jan yelled, “Carl! Don’t go! You can’t leave with him.”

  “Get used to it, asshole,” Doug snarled. “He’s done with you. And you leave him the fuck alone or I’ll call the cops and get a restraining order put on you so you can’t come near him. You got it?”

  “Who the fuck do you think you are? His new boss?”

  Carl grimaced, rushing around the bedroom wishing he could have leisurely packed and taken his time. This was madness.

  He took what he felt were essentials, digging last minute through drawers so he never had to come back. His camera, his checkbook, his photos. Christ, there was too much to take in one trip. He returned to the living room with his arms full. “I have to make a couple runs to the car.”

  “Go!” Doug waved, standing guard.

  Carl sprinted out of the house, threw his stuff into the back seat and raced back. The minute he came through the door, Doug and Jan were back at it again. “No!” Carl grabbed Jan around his throat from behind and choked him enough to get him to release Doug. Doug let fly a right hook, knocking Jan to the floor.

  “Get the rest of your shit!” Doug ordered, his chest heaving.

  Carl felt sick to his stomach. This had to be his worst nightmare. Why couldn’t Jan just let go? Carl had been trying to be nice about it, talking to him, making the slow moves, but nothing seemed to get through to Jan that it was over.

  Carl grabbed another plastic bag and hunted for his belongings, tossing his CDs into it, his DVDs, small electronics. This wasn’t how he wanted this to end. And certainly not how he wanted a new relationship to begin.

  “You get up and I’ll kick your fucking ass,” Doug warned, pointing at Jan as he sat on the floor nursing a sore jaw.

  Sweat pouring out of Carl’s body, he took one last look around and gave up. With his suitcase in one arm, and a few plastic bags in the other, he stood at the door. “That’s enough. I don’t give a shit if I left some crap behind at this point.”

  Doug towered over Jan to give him one last warning. “He’s through with you, got it? You look for him, you harass him? I’ll kick your ass so hard you’ll be shitting out of your mouth.”

  Carl touched Doug’s arm. “Let’s go.”

  “Cunt!” Jan spat out angrily.

  “Let’s go!” Carl jerked on Doug’s sleeve.

  As Carl jogged down the steep incline, Doug kept watching their back until they had loaded the car.

  Carl took one last glance behind him and shook his head. “I didn’t want it to end like this.” He sat behind the wheel and sighed, rubbing his face in anguish.

  “Just go before he decides to come out and start something.” Doug fastened his seatbelt and slouched in the seat.

  Carl drove them back to Doug’s house feeling like shit. “You didn’t need this. I can’t believe I got you involved in this. I am so sorry, Doug.”

  “You’re out. Hopefully he’ll leave you alone.”

  Biting his lip, wanting Jan to be just a bad memory, Carl tried to focus on the driving.

  “Why the hell did you get involved with that asshole in the first place?”

  Carl knew the questions would come eventually. No one gets out of everything scot-free. “He was different in the beginning.”

  “He’s not even nice looking. And he’s in crappy shape. Was that different in the beginning as well?”

  Carl hated having to justify his decisions to people. He chose from the heart, not from superficial looks or body shape. Just that this time he got it wrong. Jan was not kindhearted and giving as Carl thought he was when he met him. The man had turned into a monster.

  “I’m sorry I got you involved. I wish you never met him. Doug, this is not a good way to begin a relationship.”

  Doug grew quiet.

  Carl had a bad feeling Doug was reconsidering his offer after meeting Jan. Seeing the roadway clear after the fire truck and utility workers had finished, Carl parked but didn’t shut off the car. “I’ll go stay with my parents in San Diego.”

  “What?” Doug spun around in surprise. “Why?”

  “I can’t do this to you.” Carl’s emotions finally got the better of him.

  “Baby.”

  At Doug’s soft voice, Carl met his brown eyes.

  “It’s okay.” Doug caressed Carl’s cheek.

  Unable to bite back his pain, Carl shook his head, but no words came out.

  “Come here.” Doug drew him into a hug and kissed Carl’s neck. “It’s okay. I want you with me.”

  “It’s a really fucked up way to start, Doug.”

  Doug smiled adoringly at him, brushing back his hair. “I want you. I don’t care about that beast.”

  “Are you sure?” Carl swiped at his eyes roughly.

  “Yes. Positive. Unless you are having doubts about me.”

  “No. Are you kidding me? You helped me get away from that asshole.”

  “Then?” Doug opened his hands in a gesture of ‘what now?’

  “If you change your mind, and I get on your nerves, just tell me and I’ll move out. Promise?”

  “Promise.” Doug smiled.

  Carl wrapped his arms around Doug’s neck and kissed him. When he parted from his mouth, he teased, “Bet you never expected all this from one night in the TomKat and a stormy blackout.”

  Laughing, Doug admitted, “No. You are right about that.”

  “So?” Carl tilted his head seductively. “Do I look as good to you now, in the light of day?”

  “Purr, better.” Doug cupped his face affectionately.

  “Excellent. Douglas Weinhart, you amazing, amazing man.”

  Chuckling softly, Doug replied, “Stop, you’ll swell my head.”

  “That’s the i
dea.” Carl gave Doug a wicked smirk.

  “Come inside. Time to make more porno movies of our own.”

  Shutting the engine, Carl climbed out, carrying his belongings to his new home. With Doug behind him, helping him, Carl knew there was magic in that windstorm. Magic. And Doug was nothing short of a superhero in his eyes.

  What Should Never Be

  A Collection of Twelve Taboo Short Stories

  Disclaimer

  There are many of us who have fantasies that are too risqué to share. A few of us write those stories down for the amusement of others. Some, too nervous to expose their true sexual expressions repress their voices and live inside their minds. For those of you who know my work, and for those who don’t, here lies a collection of sizzling erotic gay fantasies for your entertainment.

  These shorts are based on the characters of my books. Every one of them tells a tale of the individual’s darkest secret desire, all of which have never come to pass in the virtual realities of my novels. Yet each of the people in my universe does indeed have taboo thoughts and cravings they would love to fulfill if the world would only hide its eyes for just a moment.

  But my pretend society is full of male heroes with conscience and loyalty. My stars are true-blue men who love with all their hearts and souls and who wouldn’t harm their loved ones if their lives depended on it.

  What if?

  What if each character was entitled to one of his wickedest fantasies without fear of repercussion? What would they do?

  In this series of short stories the men, and some women, who would never cheat, lie, or break their partner’s hearts, gets to live out their wildest dreams. No consequences, no blame, no punishment. In this world the men and women are free to do as they choose, and some of their deepest carnal needs are truly too taboo for their ‘real’ worlds.

  Come share the darkest sexual secrets of the men and women you have come to know and love in my universe. Explore with them the forbidden fruit they have yearned for, though would never dream of touching, sucking or fucking…

  …in any other world than the realm of pure fantasy.

  —GA Hauser

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