by G. A. Hauser
When Carl realized what Keith was staring at, he too paused to watch.
“My God,” Keith hissed in Carl’s ear.
“Wow.” Carl replied, riveted to the action.
Keith suddenly thought the man on the film appeared familiar. He took another good look at the go-go boy. “Carl.”
Carl leaned down so he could hear him.
“That naked dancer is one of the porn stars.”
Straightening up, Carl stared at one image, then the other.
The same man in the room, playing with himself for the fans was simultaneously being broadcast taking it up the ass. That reality floored Keith.
Carl wrapped around Keith and kissed him, lifting Keith off the ground as he arched backwards.
Keith held on for dear life knowing the scenes of anal sex had most certainly stimulated Carl. In Keith’s ear, Carl breathed hoarsely, “I have to fuck you. Let’s go home.”
Grabbing Carl’s head in both hands, Keith planted a wet tongue kiss on his lips and moaned in agreement. While they were attached at the mouth, Carl began moving them out of the crowd.
Keith paused to catch his breath, raced to recover their jackets and his shirt, handing Carl his clothing.
Standing near the exit, they dressed, not bothering to button their shirts, covering up with their jackets. Keith held his mobile phone, dialing as Carl stroked Keith’s ass hungrily. “Hey. Pick us up.”
“You got it. Be there in one.”
Pocketing the phone, Keith leapt onto Carl, wrapping his legs around Carl’s hips, eating at his mouth and tongue.
The bouncer whispered, “Your car is out front.”
Parting from the kiss, hopping to the floor, Keith winked at the burly man and held Carl’s hand. When they hit the cool night air, they released contact with each other and sprinted to the waiting car. Diving into the back seat, Keith shoved Carl down under him, grinding on his hips and sucking at his face.
“I love you!” Keith panted, so hot he was about to combust.
“I love you too, babe.” Carl ran his hands over Keith’s bare chest as his shirt and jacket parted.
Spinning to look at the driver, Keith caught his dark eyes in the rear view mirror as he drove.
Keith lowered to Carl’s ear to whisper, “Let’s invite him in.”
“Yeah? How good looking is he?”
“See for yourself.” Keith rolled off Carl to allow him to sit up.
Carl ran his hand through his hair to tame it, asking the man something benign to get a look at him. “You, uh, have you been a driver for long?”
Keith covered his smile. He thought Carl was so damn cute.
“About a year.”
“Do…do you work for Jeff Palmer?”
“I do.”
Keith moved to an upright position on the bench seat so he could see the driver’s eyes in the mirror. He was so excited at the potential of a wild three-way his cock was throbbing with his pulse.
“Have you ever modeled?” Carl asked softly.
“Yes. I have.”
Keith caught Carl’s quick glance. Carl gestured with his hands trying to communicate, “What next?”
Moving closer to their conversation, Keith blurted out, “Interested in some group sex?”
“Keith!” Carl choked at the impropriety.
“With you two?” the man asked.
“Yes,” Keith replied.
“Fuck yeah!”
Smiling at Carl in satisfaction, Keith reached out for Carl’s face. “Thank you. You are amazing.”
“Anything for you, babe.” Carl smiled dreamily at him.
The driver stopped at the front entrance. Carl was so relieved to see it empty of vultures he actually thanked God under his breath. It appeared the paparazzi got what they needed and finally let up.
“We’ll wait inside the lobby for you.” Carl opened the back door.
“Okay. It might take me a minute to find a parking spot.”
“No problem.” Carl stepped out onto the sidewalk, pausing for Keith.
Once they shut the door, the stretch limousine pulled away. They headed inside and Carl inhaled deeply as if the worst was over.
“You okay with this, Carl?” Keith smoothed his hand up Carl’s chest as it stood exposed from his unbuttoned shirt and jacket.
“Yes.” Carl kissed Keith. “What do you want to do with him?”
“Play?”
“Fuck him?”
“Oh, no way.”
“Oh?” Carl tilted his head.
“I just want him to suck one of us or just watch as we do it together.”
“He needs to get off as well, Keith.”
“Give him a hand job or let him jack off or something.”
Carl was relieved that Keith did not want to screw the man. It meant a lot to him that Keith still wanted that act to be exclusive.
In a few minutes, the driver appeared at the lobby entrance.
“Wow.” Carl got his first good look at the man. He rushed to open the door. “Come in.”
“Hey.” The man smiled wickedly. “Thanks for this. I mean it. It’s really incredible.”
Keith pushed the button for the elevator. “What’s your name?”
“Scott Baldwin.”
“Any relation to Alec?” Keith asked, entering the elevator.
“No.” Scott lowered his dark lashes shyly. “I wish.”
There was an awkward silence as they ascended. Carl wondered what the hell you said to a man you invited in for novelty sex.
Once inside their condo, Carl took off his sports coat and tossed it over a chair. “Anyone want a drink?” When he spun around, Carl found Keith helping Scott remove his black jacket. “Okay,” Carl muttered nervously, “drinks later.” Pausing, seeing Scott’s tanned, hairless, muscled chest being revealed from his uniform, Carl licked his lips in delight. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”
Leading the way, Carl turned down the blankets, took out the rubbers and lube, and switched on a small table lamp that sat beside the bed.
Seeing both men getting undressed, Carl shook himself out of his daydream and slid the unfastened shirt off his body.
Keith was naked first. Immediately, he stood in front of Scott, waiting for him to finish. The moment Scott had shed his last article of clothing, Keith touched Scott’s pectoral muscles. The sight of their contact sent Carl’s cock upwards.
Keith reached out to him. Carl hurried to join the party.
With Keith’s arm around Scott’s waist, Keith drew Carl into a kiss. Their three torsos connected in an electric exchange. As Carl sucked on Keith’s tongue, Scott ran his hand along Carl’s lower back to his bottom. The touch of a strange man sent chills rushing all over Carl’s skin.
As he and Keith kissed passionately, Scott embraced them, sliding his large erection between Carl and Keith’s bodies as they embraced.
It was intense and the buzz of Scott witnessing their contact was lighting up something strong in Carl. Carl could only wonder how Keith was feeling. This was one of Keith’s fantasies.
As Scott’s hand glided down Carl’s crack, Carl imagined Scott doing the same to Keith. Scott’s warm finger pressed against Carl’s ass. It sent a shockwave over his body and he groaned in longing.
While Keith’s tongue dueled with his, Scott licked Carl’s cheek, moving towards their mouths. A third tongue made its way into the kissing. Carl’s cock jerked with the thrill, knocking into Keith’s as it did.
Keith parted from the connection, panting so hard Carl thought he would hyperventilate. Carl could tell this type of contact aroused Keith to the point of swooning.
Carl decided to take the lead since no one was doing much more than gasping for breath at the moment. He directed Keith to their bed and urged him down on it.
“What do you want me to do?” Scott asked, obviously concerned with their expectations.
“Only what you’re comfortable doing,” Carl replied softly.
“Tha
t doesn’t leave out much.” Scott grinned wickedly.
“Suck me while he fucks me,” Keith panted, fisting his own cock.
“My pleasure.” Scott stroked himself as he waited.
Carl used a rubber. Even though he and Keith had one bout of unprotected sex, everything in Carl’s body said “safe” at the moment. He rolled one on, covering it with lube. Once he had some on his fingers, he urged Keith up on his hands and knees and smoothed the gel inside Keith’s ass.
Keith hissed a breath of air through his teeth in pleasure.
“Let me get under both of you.” Scott touched Keith’s arm.
As they repositioned themselves, Scott lay face up on the bed between Keith’s knees. Carl ended up straddling Scott’s hips, and if he had the urge, he could easily squat down on his protruding dick and get fucked. Shaking himself out of that fantasy, Carl knelt upright to get in position to enter Keith. The logistics were trying for a moment until everyone could reach their target. As he held Keith’s hips, Carl was dying to see what Scott was doing. Right before he penetrated his lover, he leaned down and caught sight of Scott holding Keith’s cock at the base and pointing it at his mouth. Scott’s other hand was fisting his own dick. Seeing the last unsatisfied member had a method of release, Carl aimed his cock at Keith’s ass and pushed in.
Instantly, Keith moaned a deep long whimper of ecstasy.
Imagining Keith’s cock getting sucked at the same time as he fucked him made Carl so hot he couldn’t believe it.
Clamped onto Keith’s hips, Carl thrust inside him, sliding in effortlessly and knowing holding back would be impossible.
Keith was getting his dick sucked by a god as he was screwed by Carl. Life just couldn’t get any better than this. And he loved Carl for letting him have this fantasy. It showed Keith how confident Carl was about their relationship. There was no cheating, no sneaking around behind the other one’s back. They shared this experience. And Keith would have it no other way.
Opening his eyes, looking down at Scott who was sucking him with so much confidence and skill, Keith knew he was going to come quickly. Behind him, Carl was grunting and thrusting to his heart’s content. Imagining Scott masturbating below them both, Keith began to spin from the stimulation. “Oh, Carl…Carl…” he crooned, seductively. At his words Scott lit up and drew him deeper and faster into his mouth. Carl amped up his thrusting at Keith’s sexual moans as well. Keith knew dirty talk would send them all reeling. “Carl, fuck me. Fuck me! Oh, Christ, Scott! Suck it, suck it hard!”
Under them Scott began jerking his hips as his come splashed against Keith’s thigh. Feeling that hot spatter, Keith shut his eyes and pushed deeper into Scott’s boiling hot mouth. “Ahhh! Christ!” Keith came, feeling the sensation pique as his body quivered from head to toe. Behind him, Carl’s cock shivered and throbbed like mad as he came. Carl’s deep, masculine grunting filled the room while Carl’s come filled Keith’s body. Below him Scott lapped at Keith gently as they both recovered. Hanging his head down to catch his breath, Keith felt Carl pulling out of him slowly.
When he did, Keith crawled backwards and dropped on top of Scott to relax his tired arms.
Scott curled around him and hugged him tight. As Carl disappeared into the bathroom to clean up, Keith tried to breathe normally.
The moment Carl returned he climbed next to them on the bed and they snuggled together tightly. In silence they calmed down, running their hands over each others’ dew-coated skin.
Scott opened up his arms to unite Carl and Keith over him. As Keith leaned up on his side next to Scott, he reached across Scott to his lover. Carl met Keith’s lips and kissed him as Scott watched from below.
“You two are perfect for each other,” Scott whispered. “Thank you for sharing your love with me.”
Keith parted from Carl’s lips and smiled down at Scott. “Thank you for playing with us.”
“Believe me. It’s my pleasure.” Scott’s beaming grin turned from one to the other.
Meeting Carl’s sated, weary smile, Keith reached out to stroke his hair. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you too, Keith.”
A wooziness filling his body, Keith closed his eyes and fell asleep in a bed overflowing with men.
Chapter Seven
As they were getting ready to go to the studio, Keith’s mobile phone rang. Rushing to find it, digging through last night’s clothing, Keith scooped it out of his trouser pocket. “Hello?”
“Keith? Adam Lewis.”
“Hi, Adam.” Keith twisted back to see Carl with his coffee mug to his lips, watching him. Scott had left after their love session last night.
“Jeff Palmer called. He said there’s a nice front page spread of you and Carl in the tabloids.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, you and your model girlfriends made a big splash last night.”
The irony wasn’t lost on Keith. “Great.”
“It is great, Keith. Keep it up. It’ll send all those gay rumors out the window and the two of you will be just fine.”
Keith sat down on the sofa with a sigh. “Adam, do you truly believe if Carl and I came out we’d be in trouble?”
“Yes.”
Blinking at the blunt response, Keith felt crushed. “I was hoping you would say maybe not.”
“Keith, we’ve had this discussion several times. What can I say? If you want to take the chance, fine. But when Forever Young ends, so will your options for any major motion picture role, particularly if it’s for romantic leading man.”
“You told me I was too pretty for most parts anyway, Adam.” Keith stared at Carl as he spoke.
“With this show added to your credentials, it will make a difference. I already have some producers sniffing around.”
“For me?” Keith pressed his fingers to his chest.
“Yes. I’ve received several enquiries this morning since the early press released the photos of you with a woman. It was that easy, Keith. The minute you appeared straight, the phone began ringing.”
“Adam, that is unreal. And to be honest, quite fucking sad.”
Carl sat down next to Keith, rubbing his knee affectionately.
“I know. It sucks. But be prepared for a movie offer, hopefully in the next week.”
Keith skin tingled at the thought. “I would love to do a movie, Adam.”
“I know, babe. Just keep up the act for the public and they will roll in for you and Carl.”
“Okay. We’ll try.” Keith wondered if they took a big chance last night going to that gay bar. Well, he didn’t have to wonder. They had taken a chance.
“How were the women Jeff set you up with? Tolerable?”
“Yes. They were. They seemed really sympathetic.” Keith caressed Carl’s rough jaw.
“Good. Jeff’s great at this game. Let him lead you.”
“I will.”
“Okay, let me go. I’ll let you know about any secure offers if I get any.”
“Thanks, Adam.” Keith hung up and stared at his lover. “The papers had us on their front covers with Holly and Jade.”
Carl nodded, urging Keith to keep going.
“And…” Keith tried to sound excited. “The minute we were exposed for being straight,” he caressed Carl’s jaw, “Adam started getting phone calls for me.”
Shrugging, Carl sighed, “It’s exactly what we were supposed to do, babe. I’m really happy it worked.”
“We can’t go to the club anymore, Carl.”
“No. No way. Hey, we had a night of good gay fun. It’ll last for a while.”
“Wasn’t Scott terrific?”
“He was. He was perfect for us. I could tell he had no expectations for anything in the future and just enjoyed the moment.”
“Thanks again, Carl, for letting me do that.”
“I enjoyed it.” Carl hugged him.
Kissing Carl’s cheek, Keith savored the cuddle.
“We do have to get going.” Carl broke the embrace.
“Yes. Let’s go.” Keith followed Carl to bedroom to gather their wallets and make sure they had everything they needed for the day.
As Carl entered the studio, headed to their set, he found a copy of the weekly tabloid resting on a folding chair. Picking it up, Carl stared at the front page. Forever Young’s Gorgeous Gay Couple Out With Their Ladies for a Night on the Town. Carl held the photo up to show Keith.
“Amazing what being seen with women can do for your reputation.”
“Perception.” Carl tossed the paper back on the chair. “It’s a game of perceptions, Keith.” About to say something about that crazy night, Carl stopped short when Charlotte approached them.
“Good morning, boss,” Keith greeted her.
She scowled down at the paper. “Are you trying to ruin the show?”
“Excuse me?” Carl choked at the insult. “We’re trying to salvage our reputations, Ms. Deavers.”
“What I’m saying to you right now comes not only from me but directly from the producers, Derek Dixon and Will Markham. Do you realize how many fans will be upset with your straight act?”
“Act?” Keith refuted. “We’re not acting straight, Charlotte. We act gay, remember?”
“Do you two really have to play that stupid game with me?”
“Come on, Charlotte,” Carl chided. “Don’t make this an issue. You know this business well enough to realize we need a career after Forever Young goes bye-bye.”
“And you, Carl Bronson, know well enough that a show with the type of ratings we’re getting can go on for a decade. Unless something or someone, fucks it up.”
Carl checked the expression on Keith’s face. It was one of disbelief. Throwing up his hands in frustration, Carl asked, “What the hell do you want us to do, Charlotte? We have both been advised by our agents to take care not to get a gay reputation in the tabloids.”
“You know how long I’ve been in the business, Carl?” Charlotte folded her arms across her chest.
Carl began calculating the number. Before he wagered a guess, Charlotte announced, “Fifteen, Carl.”