by G. A. Hauser
Through the insanity, someone grabbed Keith from behind, picking him up off his feet. He was carried off the dance floor by a strong man.
Once he was shoved into the men’s room, he spun around to see Carl’s fury.
“Shit.” Keith swallowed in anguish.
“What the hell are you doing?” Carl yelled. “Are you insane? Don’t you realize Charlotte is filming this?”
Keith touched his own face, backing up and hitting the tiled wall.
“Keith!” Carl rushed to catch him. “Are you all right?”
“I feel very light headed.”
“You’re acting like an exhibitionist! None of this is scripted, Keith.”
“I know. I don’t know what came over me.” Keith staggered to the sink and splashed his face.
When someone came in, Carl spun around in anger.
Charlotte was standing in the room. “Is everything all right?”
“What the hell was in that fucking drink, Charlotte?” Carl asked.
“Drink?” She appeared shocked.
“Why don’t you find Keith’s clothes? Make yourself useful!” Carl snarled as she left.
Keith began to tremble. “Carl, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Come here.” Carl reached out.
Keith fell against him, closing his eyes. The sense of security Carl represented to Keith made him feel so much better. He didn’t want to let him go.
The door opened again and Charlotte held out Keith’s jeans.
“Get dressed, Keith.” Carl nudged him to stand on his own.
Shaking in anxiety, Keith took his pants and slipped them back on. “Please tell me you won’t use any of that for the show, Charlotte.”
“Keith, it was really hot.”
“Charlotte!” Carl approached her, menacing.
“Did you see the reaction of those men? Oh, Keith, please. You have to let me at least use splices of it.”
“Oh, Christ,” Keith moaned, feeling like the worst fool.
Before Carl began another tirade, Charlotte moved to Keith’s side, touching his shoulder. “Keith, sweetie, listen to me.”
“What?” Keith knew exactly what she was going to say.
“Tiny snippets. I promise. Nothing more than thirty seconds. I swear, your character will soar to number one all time best drama characters. Think Emmys, think BANFF, the Nationals! Keith! This will catapult you into another class of actors.”
“Carl?” Keith knew he wasn’t thinking straight and he needed Carl’s clear headed advice.
Carl stood next to him. “Charlotte, be honest with us, please.”
“I am. Look, boys, you know my television series are always racy. But,” she stopped them before they interrupted her, “which show won best cable drama 2007?”
“The Ties That Bind,” Carl sighed.
Keith knew that was Charlotte’s show.
“Who won best actor and actress?” she urged.
Looking at Carl, Keith met his eyes and asked, “Carl?”
“Her stars won, Keith,” Carl admitted. “Both awards.”
“Best direction? Most erotic scene, hottest nighttime soap?”
“You.” Carl crossed his arms over his bare chest.
“Would I steer either of you wrong?”
“No.” Carl looked down at his shoes.
“Keith?” she asked, imploring.
“Snippets?”
She rubbed her index finger on her thumb.“Itsy bitsy.”
“All right.”
Charlotte hugged him. “I adore both of you.”
She kissed each of their cheeks, and said, “That’s it. All done for today. Get a ride back to the studio and change. Pick up the new script before you go. See you tomorrow.”
When she raced out of the room, Keith could feel the wind of her wake.
Carl reached out for Keith’s hand. Keith took it and they made their way out of the men’s room. A roar of applause erupted at their appearance.
Releasing their contact, Keith walked through the crowd of men in what felt like a standing ovation. Melvin handed them each their shirts, a knowing smirk on his face.
Some of the men patted his back, others reached out to shake Keith’s hand. He imagined Carl behind him going through the same thing.
“Thanks, Keith.” A young blond haired man held Keith’s hand in a tight grip. “Your support means a lot to the gay community.”
That puzzled Keith. Support? What on earth did he mean? All he was doing was playing a gay character. “Sure. No problem.”
When they stepped outside, their car was waiting.
Keith tucked in his shirt and climbed into the back seat as the driver held the door. A scream of the fans that had collected at the barricade rang out at their presence.
Once he and Carl were closed inside the car, Keith looked over at him. Carl appeared very tired.
“I’m sorry, babe.”
Carl pointed to the driver and shook his head for Keith to be quiet.
They arrived back at the studio and changed into their own clothing. An assistant there handed out the new scripts. They left in silence, walking through the parking lot to Carl’s car.
Chapter Four
Once Carl had them moving down the road, he scolded, “What on earth were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry. I have no idea what came over me.”
“Keith! On film? And you think that’s going to help you stay in the closet?”
“Carl, honest, I was swept up in it. I couldn’t believe how liberating it was. Men! Gay men! Dancing together, getting naughty. It was so amazing.”
When Carl’s hand grasped his, Keith turned to look at his face. “It was, Keith. It was amazing.”
Exhaling in relief, Keith responded, “I was so horny I thought I was going to explode.”
“That dancer was gorgeous. Did you see the size of the dick on him?”
“Christ! He was rubbing it on mine. I was dying.”
“Some of the men in that room were extraordinary.”
“I know.” In excitement Keith pushed on his own crotch with his free hand.
“It’s no wonder gay relationships don’t last.”
Keith sighed heavily. “So many willing men…who would have known?”
“It’s like a secret society.”
“It is, Carl. I feel the same way. We were going about our business, dating women, completely ignorant of this underground gay thing.”
“Not so underground. That’s a very big club.”
“It was enormous. And the amount of men in it…holy cow. Can you imagine watching naked male dancers and drinking booze? I’d be fucking strangers every night.”
“I know. It’s crazy. I suppose the only way to have a committed relationship is to never expose yourself to that kind of easy sex.”
“Yeah, but now we know it exists.”
“And?” Carl pulled into the parking garage of his condo.
“And?” Keith released Carl’s hand and held the script.
“Are you planning on going to gay nightclubs now and cheating on me?”
“No. Don’t be ridiculous, Carl.” Keith wanted Carl to come with him, so they could screw the same man together.
Carl parked in his garage and shut the engine. “God knows what’s in store for us in the next episode.”
As Keith exited the car, he mumbled, “Hope it’s more gay disco.”
“What?” Carl asked, using his remote to close the garage door.
“Nothing.”
Coming through the lobby door, Keith noticed a photographer standing out in front of their building, having a smoke. He shoved Carl back out into the parking garage. “Is there a back way?”
“The stairs.” Carl jogged across the concrete to the stairwell using his master key to get in. They climbed the long hike up six floors and rushed to get inside the condo.
Once they had, Keith kicked off his shoes and tossed the script down on the table. “Beer�
�I need a beer.”
After Keith grabbed two and opened the tops, he searched for Carl. Carl was in the study, sitting at his computer. Placing Carl’s beer in front of him, Keith waited for the computer to set up, sucking the ale down as he did. He already knew what Carl was going to look for. YouTube.
Going to Google, putting their names and YouTube into the search engine, they found the site instantly. Keith pushed Carl back to sit on his lap as they waited for it to download.
“Ready?” Carl asked.
“I suppose.” Keith wrapped his arm around Carl’s shoulder, taking a long draw of his beer as he gazed at the screen.
Music played loudly. Carl used the mouse to shut it off. A slightly fuzzy image of the two of them naked appeared. In the glowing reddish light, Keith knelt up naked, his dick erect and protruding away from his body, as Carl pretended to give him head.
“I’m not even in your mouth.”
“Nope. You’re not. But it’s a good shot of your cock, babe.”
Keith kept watching. He knew what came next because he remembered the shoot perfectly. Carl had him get to his hands and knees. And Carl’s partially erect cock never penetrated his ass. It obviously was too low.
“I knew it. It’s all so blatantly clear this is for the show.” Carl picked up his beer.
“Sucks having our cocks on video,” Keith sighed.
“At least it’s our rehearsed love scene. Any moron can see we’re not really doing it.”
“Let me read the comments.” Keith nudged Carl to move the cursor lower.
“It says, ‘I love these guys. I hope just because they’re a gay couple that people will leave them alone’.” Carl breathed softly. “That’s actually pretty nice.”
“Look at that one.” Keith pointed to the screen. “They get me so horny I masturbate to the television.”
Carl laughed. “Whoa. Bad boy.”
“All in all, not horrible.” Keith stood off Carl’s lap.
“No. Like I said, any moron can see it’s all fake sex.” Carl closed YouTube down and scanned the rest of the Google entries. “Look at how many fan sites there are, Keith.”
Leaning down over Carl’s shoulder, Keith watched as Carl flipped screens, their names and Forever Young on page after page.
As Carl entered a few sites to read the dirt, Keith left him to it, reclining on the sofa in the living room. He imagined going back to that club again, on their own, without a camera crew. Keith fantasized picking one fantastic stud out of the crowd and he and Carl devouring him together.
When he heard his mobile phone ringtone, he reached into his jeans’ pocket. Checking the display, he sighed unhappily. “Hello, Mother.”
“Keith. You never even told us you moved. That’s not right, Keith.”
“After the way Dad reacted to me having a gay television role? Are you joking?” He sat up and drank more of his beer.
“You moved in with Carl, didn’t you?”
“Who told you?”
“Patty.”
“Oh, nice!” Keith grew upset at his ex-roommate.
“We also read it in the tabloids, Keith. So don’t take it out on her.”
“Whatever.” Keith balanced the beer on a coaster on the coffee table.
“Can we have his address?”
“Why? So Dad can come over and harass us?”
“He won’t do that, Keith. Please. Your sister and I would like to know.”
“How’s Nadine doing? I haven’t spoken to her in ages.”
“She’s fine. She was asking about you yesterday. She wants us all to get together.”
“I can’t. The schedule’s too tight.” He watched Carl come in the room. “Mom,” he mouthed to him.
Carl nodded, setting his beer bottle in the sink.
“The tabloids say you and Carl are a couple.”
“Of course they do. And you know how reliable they are. Remember Elvis giving birth to the alien? I swore by that one.”
“All right, Keith, no need to be smart mouthed.”
“We’re friends. Okay? Friends.”
“I believe you.”
“Thank you.” Keith unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his jeans so he could tease Carl when he turned to look.
“Are you dating a woman now?”
“I don’t have time.” When Carl glanced over, Keith flapped his cock at him. Carl made a face that Keith knew was wicked admonishment for him behaving like a sexual deviant.
“Suck it,” Keith said silently.
“How is Patty getting along without you?”
“I suppose she’s okay. I found her a roommate.”
Carl crouched down next to him.
“Oh. That was nice of you.”
“It was the least I could do.” The heat of Carl’s mouth surrounded his cock. Keith stifled a moan in pleasure.
“Your father won’t watch the show anymore.”
“I figured.” Keith closed his eyes.
“He says it disgusts him.”
“Yeah. Gay sex disgusts me too.” Keith raised his hips, sinking deeper into Carl’s mouth.
“I’m surprised to hear you say that after the argument you and your father had the last time we saw you.”
“Oh, yeah. Gay fucking and sucking? Sick stuff.” Keith pumped into Carl’s tight mouth.
“You should tell that to your father. Maybe you two can make amends.”
“Ah!” Keith bit his lip. “Yes. Well, you pass it on to him. Tell him there’s nothing worse than a man sucking on your dick.”
“Keith!”
“Sorry to be so crass. Gotta go. Bye, Mom.” He hung up, dropped the phone on the carpet and groaned.
“You are so evil!” Carl laughed, squeezing Keith’s cock in his hand.
“Keep sucking, you perverted cock-sucker.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” Carl crooned.
Once Carl had resumed, Keith inched his own shirt up his chest. “You love when I talk dirty? Okay, how about this. You and me.”
Carl moaned, sucking him down to the root.
“Going wild together, stripping each other naked…”
Carl dragged Keith’s jeans lower on his hips, trying to get at his balls.
Keith felt his body begin to ascend to heaven. “And double fucking a go-go boy.”
Carl choked and sat up, releasing Keith’s cock from his lips. “What?”
“Oh, you stopped…” Keith pouted.
“A go-go boy? Come on, Keith. Now that you’ve had a gay club experience you’re going to cheat on me?”
“Not cheat. Share him.” Keith touched his own dick, feeling Carl’s saliva on it.
“Share? And somehow you think that’s going to be a good idea and not fuck up our relationship?” Carl stood, leaving the room.
“Carl!” Keith scrambled to go after him.
Carl stared at their bed trying to understand Keith’s motivation. Yes, today was wild and crazy. He agreed the men in that club were beautiful, sexy, but…try to hide their sexuality while the paparazzi follow them to that renowned gay nightclub where men danced nude and gay men kissed? Yeah right!
“Carl…”
Looking over his shoulder, he found Keith with his shirt hiked up his chest and his pants at his thighs. His cock was rock hard and blushing in color. The act was so overt, Carl knew Keith wanted to take his clothing off for men. Other men.
Moving across the carpet to him, Carl touched Keith’s protruding penis gently. “It gets you off, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know why.”
Carl removed Keith’s shirt, tossing it on the bed. “Are you an exhibitionist?”
“I never thought I was.”
Pushing Keith’s jeans and briefs down, Carl stripped him of his lower clothing. “How hot does the idea make you?”
“Insane. It makes me insane.”
“But you really struggled with the nude scenes on the set. You almost passed out when you found out we were na
ked on YouTube.”
“I did. But that’s different. I don’t want my sex with you to be in the public domain. But that shouldn’t affect what we can do in private. With no cameras.”
“Oh? Private? Like at a gay club private? Keith you’re not making sense. Do you like the idea of exposing yourself to other men or not?” Carl smoothed his fingers along the length of Keith’s cock. It was so hard it felt like stone.
“Yes. It’s not the same surrounded by gay men. And to be honest, Carl, the thought of that YouTube video was worse than the reality. I think what upsets me is our private lovemaking being exposed.” Keith’s chest began rising and falling rapidly.
“Oh? Suddenly the man who was straight two months ago, living with and making love to a woman, wants to have a threesome with a go-go dancer?”
“Yes…” Keith hissed, trusting his hips against Carl’s hand.
“I don’t get it.”
“Neither do I.” Keith wrapped his arms around Carl’s neck, pumping his cock in and out of Carl’s palm.
“And if I say no, I don’t like the idea, you’ll start cheating on me? Sneaking around?”
“Never. It’s either with you, or nothing.”
“But,” Carl felt slightly let down for so many reasons, “you just said last night that maybe we don’t need rubbers…you know, between you and me.”
“I did say that.”
“If we start playing around with strange men…”
“We’d be safe.”
“I know we’d be safe, but I’d want us to continue using rubbers between us.”
“Why?”
“Because. Keith, you’re talking about bringing the unknown into our clean union.”
Shaking his head, Keith replied, “You’re right. No. It’s insane. I don’t know why I was thinking that. Forget it. I’d rather have sex with you without condoms, than have sex with others and need them.”
“Have you ever been tested?”
“No. You?”