Playing Dirty

by G. A. Hauser

“No. I guess since I’ve always used rubbers with the women I’ve had, I never imagined I’d need one.”

  “Me too. I’ve never had unprotected sex.”

  Carl stopped stroking Keith’s cock and urged him to lie next to him in the bed. Relaxing, clothed, while Keith was nude, Carl touched Keith’s shoulder, running his hand down his arm to his fingers. “How many women have you had sex with?”

  “Two.”

  “Two?” Carl was surprised. “Patty and one other person?”

  “Yes. My girlfriend in high-school, Annette.”

  “Really? What the hell did you do in college? You were celibate?”

  “Yes. I was really into my acting classes. I spent all my time volunteering for extra credit. Honest. I didn’t have a girlfriend in college. What about you? How many women did you sleep with?”

  “I’ve had around ten I think.”

  “Ten? Ten girlfriends or ten fucks?”

  “Ten girlfriends. Ten fucks?” Carl rolled his eyes at the absurdity.

  “Then you’re the whore not me.”

  “I suppose I am.” Carl smiled. “But I’ve never had sex without a rubber. Never.”

  “You ever get anything? Any bugs?”

  “No. I’ve been lucky. I’m completely clean.”

  “Me too.”

  “Do you want me to get an AIDS test before we do it unprotected?”

  Keith stared at him for a long moment.

  “Keith? I will. I don’t mind.”

  “No. If you’ve never had sex without a rubber, I suppose there’s no need.”

  Carl cupped his jaw. “You sure?”

  “When was the last time you slept with a woman?”

  “I think I mentioned it to you. There was a woman who worked on the set. We did it twice. But that was almost a year ago now.”

  “You never touched a boy? Never? Not even in school?’

  Knowing he had, Carl smiled sweetly. “I did jerk another guy off in college. We were stoned off our asses at a Rolling Stones concert.”

  Keith cracked up.

  “Yeah, well, what can you do?” Carl grinned wryly.

  “I never did anything like that.”

  “I suppose that’s why I find it inconceivable that you want to go a little man crazy.”

  Keith became shy and lowered his eyelashes.

  It gave Carl a moment to drink in his naked body. Keith’s cock had settled down and hung limply over his large sack. Carl thought Keith was absolutely perfect. His skin was bronze and smooth, right down to where a Speedo would hug his hips. “You’re such a pin-up boy.”

  Keith’s eyes immediately met Carl’s.

  Drawing nearer on the bed, Carl ran his hand over Keith’s rough jaw and into his blond hair. Bringing him to his lips, Carl kissed him, licking at the tip of Keith’s tongue, toying with it inside his mouth.

  That lovely whimper emerged from Keith that Carl loved so much. Urging him to lie on his back, Carl smoothed his hand down Keith’s chest and bumped into his erection. Grabbing it and fisting it a few times, Carl wanted to please his lover, and if that meant experimenting with another man, was that okay?

  It was something Carl would have to think long and hard over. Long and hard. Smiling to himself, that was exactly how he would describe Keith’s dick.

  Keith splayed out on the bed as Carl stroked him. He was asking too much. He knew that. In reality he didn’t need anything more than Carl. Carl fulfilled him in every way. This craving to play dirty was just a fantasy. They would never act on it.

  Bending his knees and holding one in each hand, Keith crooned, “Fuck me.”

  Instantly responding, Carl stood off the bed and undressed, setting the lube and condoms out.

  Before Carl prepared them, he nestled between Keith’s spread legs.

  Feeling Carl’s light flickering tongue on his ass, Keith felt his dick bob and go rock hard. “Jesus, Carl…”

  Carl had never done that to him before. It seemed each time they made love they discovered something new and exciting. Keith was convinced this was all he needed. It was perfect.

  As Carl’s tongue became bolder, licking more aggressively, Keith grabbed his own cock and jerked it a few times. Carl moved to suck on his balls, drawing them into his mouth one at a time. Keith released his cock because he knew he would come and he wanted to wait, to make it last, to come while Carl was inside him.

  After a tantalizing amount of lapping and sucking on his testicles, Carl moved higher, teasing Keith’s erection with the tip of his tongue. “Carl…you are amazing.”

  Once Carl had plunged Keith’s cock into his mouth all the way to the base a few times, he sat up and reached for the condoms.

  “No.” Keith stopped him. “Just lube.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes. I want to feel your skin.” They’d had the “safe sex” lesson pounded into them all their lives. But he trusted he and Carl were clean.

  Carl tossed the condoms aside. He squeezed the tube of gel into his hand and massaged Keith’s ass with it.

  The surge to his loins at the penetration almost made Keith shoot his load. Biting back the urge, wanting to come with Carl inside him, Keith closed his eyes and had to stop gazing at Carl. The man was so damn fantastic, staring at him naked was enough to make Keith climax. When Carl’s fingers drew away, Keith opened his eyes. Watching Carl smooth glistening liquid on his cock was easily as arousing as dancing with a well-hung go-go boy.

  Carl pushed Keith’s knees back to expose his ass better. As Keith licked his lips in anticipation, Carl’s unsheathed penis slid effortlessly inside him.

  “Aaah…” Carl was obviously enjoying the sensation.

  “Good?” Keith felt a shiver of pleasure rush through him, even more so at his lover’s reaction.

  “Oh, yes…” Carl pushed in to the hilt.

  Keith relished the sensation of being filled by him. There was nothing better than giving everything to the man you adored. “Carl…so nice.”

  “Christ, it does feel better without.”

  “I knew it would.” Keith touched his own cock, feeling it seep, rubbing the sticky drip around the head.

  Carl began thrusting, long, slow, and deep. Watching Carl’s face as he began the climb to heaven, Keith kept slowly stroking on his own cock, but wanted to wait. Now he wanted to fuck Carl.

  Biting his lip, Keith felt the urge to come so badly he had to stop touching himself. Gripping the bed under him, he gazed in awe as Carl’s hips quickened their pace and his balls began slapping Keith’s bottom.

  The second before Carl came, he opened his green eyes. The breath caught in Keith’s throat as he met that stare. Just as Carl’s cock shivered inside him, Carl grunted a deep, animalistic sound and squeezed out, “I love you!” with it.

  “Holy shit, Carl…” Keith admired him as Carl caught his breath, the dewy sweat of sex covering Carl’s body. “You gorgeous mother fucker.”

  A weary chuckle escaped Carl as he recuperated.

  After one last thrust in, Carl pulled out. “Keith. That is fantastic.”

  “I intend to find out for myself.”

  “Let me wash up. Hang on.”

  “I’m hanging.” Keith couldn’t stop staring at Carl as he climbed off the bed stiffly and staggered to the bathroom.

  Pulling on his cock as he waited, Keith had an image flash of that club. The men. The nudity.

  Carl returned, standing near the bed. “Ready, babe.”

  Keith moved over, allowing Carl to lie on his back. As he knelt between Carl’s legs, Keith felt the trickle of Carl’s sperm running down his thigh, and loved it. As the rush of excitement washed over him, Keith dove between Carl’s legs and exposed his ass, licking Carl the way Carl had licked him, but much more aggressively.

  I am getting into this so much!

  Keith pressed his hips into the sheets under him, squirming on the mattress, so hot to come he was burning up.

  Unable to tolerate the wait
any longer, Keith sat up and reached for the lubrication. Kneeling between Carl’s thighs, Keith used two fingers and entered inside Carl’s body.

  Instantly Carl hissed out a breath of air and his hips elevated off the mattress.

  Keith stroked his prostate until Carl was rock hard again and shivering with pleasure. Coating his own cock, Keith was so excited he knew just pushing inside Carl without a condom would tip him over the edge. Keith had never had sex without one. He had no idea how much different it would feel.

  When he slid in, skin on skin, Keith felt a passionate rush that was indescribable. There was so much more sensation, it was truly a tactile experience. “Carl!”

  “I know.”

  “Holy shit…oh, this is amazing.” Keith deepened his penetration. When he couldn’t push in any farther, he held still, delighting in their union. “Sex with you is so spiritual.”

  He heard Carl stifle a chuckle.

  “I mean it, Carl. It’s the way we show each other how much we love each other.”

  “I know, Keith.”

  “If I move, I’ll spurt.” Keith could feel his cock pulsating in the tight heat.

  “Spurt for me, lover.”

  Pulling out to the tip, Keith dove back in again deeply. Repeating it, slowly gliding in and out as far as he could go without falling out, Keith continued the tantalizing action until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

  Deciding now was the time, Keith upped his tempo. He drove his cock in and out rapidly, feeling the pleasure begin deep inside his balls. Opening his mouth for air, closing his eyes tightly, Keith had another flash of fucking in front of all those men in the club and ejaculated so hard he felt as if he were having a fit.

  His hips jerked forward until he was inside Carl so deeply he felt like his balls were being fucked as well. A strangled moan squeezed out of his throat as his entire body clenched.

  “Holy Christ, Keith!” Carl breathed as if he were in awe watching him.

  As the sensation subsided, Keith braced himself on the bed, hanging his head and gasping for air.

  Keith looked down at the sight of his slick penis inside his lover’s ass. It was so beautiful it brought the tears to his eyes. “Carl…”

  “Aw…come here, baby.”

  Staring at the connection as he pulled out as slowly as he could, Keith bit his lip on an emotional outburst of love and adoration. “I…I have to wash up.”

  When they disconnected, Carl moved closer to hug him. “I love you.”

  Choking in a sob, Keith replied, “I love you too, Carl.”

  “Let me help.”

  Carl assisted Keith, getting him to his feet.

  With more love and devotion than even his own mother had shown him as a child, Carl lovingly washed Keith’s body.

  The soapy washcloth ran along his still rock hard cock. Keith gazed at the action with blurry eyes. His bottom was cleansed, his anatomy tended and dried, Keith waited for Carl to wipe his own body clean before he reacted. Once Carl tossed the washcloth aside, Keith grabbed him, crushing him in his embrace. “Don’t ever leave me. No matter what.”

  “Promise, my beautiful lover. I promise.”

  Chapter Five

  “Hello?” Keith answered his cell phone. He and Carl were in the middle of memorizing their new dialogue.

  “Keith O’Leary?”

  “Yes?”

  “Jeff Palmer. Adam Lewis told me you were looking for a publicist.”

  Keith sat up and whispered to Carl, “Publicist.”

  Acknowledging him, Carl sat down on the sofa next to Keith, tossing the script on the coffee table.

  “Yes. Did he give you any information about me?”

  “He said you were gay and looking to hide it.”

  That shocked Keith. “Holy shit.”

  “Don’t worry. It’s not unusual. You just let me handle it for you.”

  “Could you do the same for Carl Bronson?”

  “He’s the star you’re living with, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let me tell you first off, living together was a mistake.”

  Crushed by the comment, Keith reached for Carl’s hand.

  “But, saying that, meeting in secret and going to each others’ homes isn’t much better.”

  “What do you suggest?”

  “Women. Plain and simple, Keith. You and Carl have got to be seen in public with women.”

  “Do you arrange that?”

  “I do. That’s what you pay me for.”

  “Okay. Tell me what to do.” Keith met Carl’s eyes as they riveted to his.

  “I’ll set you both up with some girlfriends. We have our own photographers planted with the paparazzi to sell their photos to the tabloids. We get you two shot with the women and start spreading the gossip that you’re both involved. Any award ceremony, they show up. You got it?”

  “Got it.” Keith felt so sick to his stomach he was in pain.

  “And you two, don’t even think about holding hands or kissing in public. That’s a very big no-no.”

  “Okay.” Keith wondered if Carl could hear him. The voice over the line was very loud.

  “No gay affiliation.”

  “What does that mean?” Keith began taking offense.

  “Don’t hang out in public with other known gay men. No gay bars, no gay film festivals—”

  “Hang on a minute…” Keith released Carl’s hand so he could clench his fist. “Let’s not forget the characters we play are gay and we support freedom of choice.”

  Dead silence fell on the other line.

  “Mr. Palmer?” Keith wondered if he hung up.

  “You want to remain in the closet? Is that the idea?”

  Keith turned to face Carl as Carl caressed the nape of his neck affectionately.

  “Yes, but—”

  “Keith, listen to me.” The man inhaled a deep breath. “You and Carl Bronson have got to wash your hands of that idea. You got it? You go to ballgames, car races, be seen watching beauty pageants, and no…I repeat, no gay affiliations. Is that clear?”

  “That sucks!” Keith didn’t want to become some silent partner in gay pride.

  “That’s reality. Do you want to come out?”

  “I fucking want to! But Adam says that my career would be over.”

  “Calm down, Keith.”

  Keith took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I swore.”

  Carl hugged Keith tight in support.

  “It isn’t anything I haven’t heard before. Now, I told you what you have to do to keep the tabloid bastards off your back. The question is, do you want me to do it?”

  Dabbing at a threatening tear, Keith grabbed Carl and held on for dear life. “Yes.”

  “Okay. I’ll set up the date with the women. It’s got to be soon, Keith. The rags are after you two with a vengeance.”

  “I know.”

  “This Friday. I’ll call with a time and send a car to pick you both up. It’ll be leaked to the press and the paparazzi. You will be seen with these women. Act like you are attracted to them. For pity’s sake, Keith, you and Carl have got to hold their hands. Act! It’s what you two do best, right?”

  Keith wanted to tell Mr. Jeff Palmer what he and Carl really did best, but refrained. “Fine.”

  “Good.”

  “Where do you get these women from? Are they trustworthy?”

  “They work for me. Yes. Don’t worry about that.”

  “It’s all so damn sickening.”

  “I don’t make the rules, kid.”

  “I know. Thanks, Mr. Palmer. I suppose this is what we need to do to survive.”

  “Write my number down in case you need me or have any questions.”

  Keith whispered to Carl. “Pen and paper?”

  Carl jumped up, quickly returning with it.

  “Go ahead, Mr. Palmer.” Keith wrote his number down.

  “You’ll hear from my office in a couple of days.”

  “Okay.” Keith dis
connected the call and tossed the phone on the table. He gave Carl a pained look. “This sucks.”

  “I heard most of it. The guy talks very loudly.”

  “Then you should be feeling as sick as I do right now.”

  “Keith,” Carl held both Keith’s hands, “I know you would you rather we came out as a couple. Okay? I know.”

  “We can’t. I understand that. If we do, this series will be our last. Carl, I’m only twenty-six. I can’t stop acting after this one hit show.”

  “Then we have to pretend, Keith. There’s no other choice.”

  Covering his face with his hands as the anger filled him, Keith felt Carl’s warm cuddle. “That means your fantasy of a three-way with a go-go boy is out.”

  “Just shoot me.”

  “At least he didn’t order us to move apart.”

  Lowering his hands, Keith met Carl’s loving green eyes. “No. We at least have that.”

  “That’s a lot.”

  “It is.” Keith kissed him.

  “Let’s finish working. I feel like I almost have the lines memorized.”

  “Oh, Carl,” Keith groaned, wrapping his arms around Carl’s neck.

  “It’s okay, babe. Whatever we need to do, we’ll do it.”

  Closing his eyes, Keith inhaled Carl’s wonderful scent and sighed.

  Chapter Six

  A phone call alerted them that the car was downstairs. Carl hung up and buttoned his suit jacket. “You ready for this charade?”

  “Fuck no. I can’t stand the idea of wasting an evening with two mannequins when I’d rather be here butt-fucking you.”

  “It’s only a few hours. Come on.” Carl opened the front door and locked it behind them. Taking the elevator down, they immediately noticed a group of photographers out front of their condo complex. Carl inhaled deeply for courage and pushed open the door.

  The cameras flashed and shouting began instantly. Tuning it out, Carl made for the black limousine and the chauffeur holding open the door.

  They climbed into the back seat and closed out the horrible noise and flashing lights.

  In silence they drove to another location. More photographers were waiting. Two pencil thin women in short dresses made their way to their car. Carl rubbed his hands together nervously.

  The door was opened and they climbed into the back seat with Carl and Keith.