Playing Dirty

by G. A. Hauser

  “Ditto.” Carl backed out of Adam’s driveway. “You remember his phone number?”

  “Of course!” Keith laughed.

  “I wish I had your damn memory.”

  Keith waited until Carl had shifted gears before he reached between Carl’s legs. “Get me home. I’m in desperate need of your dick.”

  “Christ, me too. Maybe it was more than just Mark. Each one of those guys was hot.”

  “They were. But Mark? He was something else!” Keith squirmed.

  “I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like we’re going to see him regularly. I mean, if Steve wanted to play along, I wouldn’t have objected.” Carl downshifted and stopped at an intersection.

  “He was just jealous we weren’t fawning all over him.”

  “He must be used to people reacting that way to Mark.”

  “Doesn’t mean he has to like it.” Keith felt Carl’s dick harden as they discussed the lovely Mr. Richfield. “I think it takes a real commitment to do what we do. Think about it, Carl. We don’t argue about it.”

  “I suppose if Adam and Jack had the hots for you, I may get a little upset.”

  “That’s the whole point, Carl. You’d come along for the ride.”

  “True.”

  “You think we should have asked Steve as well?”

  “No.” Carl hit the highway and accelerated. “I thought Steve was handsome, don’t get me wrong. But Mark? Holy fuck. I’ve seriously never seen a man like him before. And Steve would monopolize him in a group situation. We’d barely get to touch the guy.”

  “Did you smell him? He was delicious.”

  “Oh, God. I am so horny.” Carl checked his speedometer as he flew over eighty to get home.

  “And we still have rehearsal all week and more lines to learn. We can’t rest and play just yet.”

  “No. I know.”

  Keith reclined in the leather seat, massaging both of their crotches while he imagined another tantalizing three-way.

  Chapter Nine

  Carl gave his audition tape to an assistant as he waited for his turn to read from the script. Oddly enough, he wasn’t nervous. Having the best show on cable TV to fall back on was quite a cushion. Every year they would renegotiate his contract and more money would roll in. Carl wasn’t what he considered a materialistic man. He was frugal from years on a tight budget, including while living with his family back in Seattle. If he didn’t get this movie role, there’d always be another.

  The script wasn’t one of the best he had read, and the computer graphics that were filling the big screens recently put him off.

  “Mr. Bronson?”

  He woke out of his daydream. “Yes?”

  “Just a quick test for the camera.”

  “My pleasure.” Carl moved to a masking tape X marked in front of a large camera lens.

  “In your own time.”

  Carl nodded, looking down at the script with his lines highlighted. “You say it’s a matter of time until the world is destroyed, Brad, but we should be able to do something.”

  The more he read, the worse he thought the script was. What crap. You have to be kidding me.

  “We could use the ion blasters to destroy the satellites, but that still wouldn’t stop Zorcon from blowing up the world.”

  After a few more pathetic lines, he lowered the paperwork and looked up.

  “Tell us about yourself.” The man’s voice was deep and serious.

  “I love pina coladas and walks in the rain,” Carl teased.

  A low laugh erupted from the small group watching him.

  “How do you like your role on Forever Young?”

  Here comes the fishing expedition. Carl glanced beyond the camera at the man who had asked the question. Mr. Casting Director. “I love it. What’s not to love about a number one rated show?”

  “Are you similar to your character Troy Wright?”

  Here we go! Carl’s smile faded. “In what way?”

  “In any way.”

  “Yeah, we both drink coffee.” Carl crossed his arms over his chest. What’s the fucking use? He didn’t even like the stupid script.

  “Thank you, Mr. Bronson. We’ll be in touch.”

  Keith reclined on the sofa, the latest episode in his hand hovering over his face as he committed the lines to memory. “More hot sex, Ms. Deavers? My oh my…won’t the censors finally shut you down?”

  The phone rang. Keith hoped it was Carl. When he realized it was his mobile phone, he tossed the script down and answered it. “Hello, Mom.”

  “Keith, why are you keeping your home address and phone number a secret from me?’

  “Got a pen?” he sighed.

  “Yes.”

  Keith gave her the information. “Okay?”

  “Thank you. So. How are you and Jade Winslow doing?”

  Keith groaned and fell back onto the couch, splayed out on his back, staring at the ceiling. “Ma…”

  “She’s very pretty.”

  “What did you want?”

  “I wanted to talk to you. Does a mother need a reason to call her son?”

  Keith didn’t answer.

  “I wondered if you and Jade would be interested in coming by for dinner sometime this weekend. Nadine, Harry, and the kids will be here and Nadine wants to see you. You do realize you and your sister hardly even speak now that you’re a hot shot on TV.”

  “She could call. She has my mobile phone number.” Keith ran his hand through his hair. “She never calls me.”

  “I’ll give her your home number. She didn’t want to call your mobile phone in case you were at rehearsals.”

  “Whatever,” Keith sighed.

  “Your father was so delighted to see you with that pretty lady, Keith. He had the idea you and Carl were, you know. I told him it was ridiculous. I even mentioned what you said during our last phone call. That gay contact disgusted you. He was very surprised after the argument you and he had in the restaurant. You know, tormenting him and telling him you liked touching Carl.”

  “Mom…change the damn subject.”

  “I will. It is horrible to speak of. So, what time will you and Jade be coming over this weekend? Sunday is better for us.”

  Thinking of Mark, Keith replied, “Sunday is no good. I’m busy.”

  “Saturday then?”

  “No. Mom, while I’m involved with the show and the tight rehearsal schedule it’s not going to happen. And Jade is busy as well. Er, she’s in Paris now.” Keith kept making it up as he went along. It was becoming too easy to lie. But that’s what his mother wanted to hear. Lies.

  “Oh, that’s too bad, honey. When does the schedule lighten up?”

  “Summer. There’s a break in the schedule in summer. But saying that, I may be involved in a film during that break. I’m sorry but I’m just too busy.” Keith heard the door and rolled over on the couch to see Carl when he came in.

  “Too busy for even an hour or so? Keith, that sounds more like an excuse than a reality.”

  Keith yanked his zipper down and flipped his cock out of his briefs. “You can think whatever you want. I can’t help it if the show is demanding.”

  Carl stepped in and smiled at him sweetly, instantly noticing his indecent exposure.

  Just seeing Carl turned Keith into a sex fiend. His cock swelled instantly. Trying to tempt Carl over, Keith stroked it.

  “I understand it’s demanding, Keith. But neglecting your family…that’s not right. Don’t the producers understand you all have lives as well?”

  “No. They don’t give a crap.” Keith stretched out as Carl approached him after tossing his car keys and paperwork on the kitchen table. “Mom again,” Keith mouthed.

  Carl nodded, kneeling beside Keith.

  “That’s terrible, honey. I feel very sorry for you that you can’t spend five minutes with your mother and father.”

  As Carl’s mouth enveloped him, Keith stifled a groan. “Well, that’s life. Sorry, Mom.”

/>   “When you do get a free weekend, will you call?”

  “You bet. Gotta go. I’m in the middle of memorizing the next episode.”

  “Speaking of that. Those scenes are getting really x-rated. How are you dealing with it?”

  Feeling Carl’s hard suction on his dick, Keith shivered and tensed his leg muscles. “Oh, I hate it, but I’m managing. There’s nothing worse than having to touch Carl.”

  Carl laughed with his mouth full.

  “You poor thing. You just do the best you can.”

  “I will, Mom. Just feel sorry for me.”

  “I do, baby. I do.”

  Closing his eyes as a flash of fire washed over him. Keith barely got out “Bye” before he howled in a sensuous moan. Tossing the phone onto the coffee table, Keith combed Carl’s hair back from his forehead. “You give the best blowjob around, lover.”

  “Mmm…” Carl deepened the sucking.

  “When you hum it vibrates my dick.”

  “Mmmmmm!”

  “Ahh! Oh, Carl! You have any idea how much I love you?”

  “Mmmmmm!”

  Keith writhed on the sofa in ecstasy. “Let me take these off.” Keith struggled to drop his jeans.

  Still licking him, Carl helped Keith strip from the waist down. Once Keith’s lower half was bare, he bent his knees and straddled wide. Carl crawled between his thighs and continued where he left off, this time, fondling Keith’s balls.

  “Ah. Better.” Keith relaxed his back and reached for Carl’s dark hair as he was serviced. Running his fingers through Carl’s soft waves, Keith began to rise to a lovely climax. Carl tugged gently on his testicles, until he found his way to Keith’s ass. Without penetrating, Carl massaged Keith under his balls, right up to his tight ring.

  “Yes… Keep that up. Carl…I adore you.” Keith felt the stirring become an unstoppable rushing of magma. Jerking his hips up, deeper into Carl’s mouth, Keith gripped Carl’s hair in both hands to hold him on target and shot come into him.

  Carl swallowed him down, licking at the tip and pressing his fingers against the throbbing base of Keith’s testicles. “You always need a blowjob when your mother’s on the phone.”

  “Defiance. Rebellion.” Keith caught his breath.

  “I figured.”

  “How’d the audition go?”

  “Okay.” Carl wiped his mouth on the inside of Keith’s thigh, continuing to toy with his stiff cock. “It’s kind of a shitty movie.”

  “Oh? I thought Rossi said it sounded good.”

  “It’s one of those high-tech computer generated types. I’m not so keen on those. I like good old fashioned stunt movies.”

  “Bet it pays well.” Keith petted Carl’s hair as his body began to soften and relax.

  “Of course it does. I suppose that’s the only reason to do it. If it’s a bomb in the box office, it isn’t going to boost my movie career.” Carl fingered Keith’s balls gently, staring at them.

  “You can pass. You don’t have to take it.”

  “They didn’t make an offer. You know what they had the nerve to ask me? If I was like Troy Wright. Gee, what do you think they were implying?” Carl made a silly face.

  “If you took it up the ass.” With his index finger and thumb Keith tilted his cock to point at Carl.

  Carl licked it. “Yup.”

  “What did you say?” Keith kept brushing the tip of his penis against Carl’s lips.

  “I said we both drink coffee,” Carl laughed, sucking the head of Keith’s cock in a tease.

  “Good answer.”

  “It wasn’t what they wanted to hear. Face it, Keith, they were asking me if I was gay.”

  “And are you?” Keith waved his rehardened cock in front of Carl’s face.

  “Nah. The thought disgusts me,” Carl imitated Keith’s words he’d said to his mother, sucking his dick again.

  “I could have you do this all day.” Keith angled his penis down so Carl could devour it.

  “Don’t we have lines to learn?” Carl lapped at Keith’s length.

  “I can read them, you can suck.”

  Laughing, Carl asked, “You really think that my lines will sink in with this gorgeous prick in front of my face?”

  Keith ran it across Carl’s lips again playfully. “Can’t wait for Mark Richfield to suck it.”

  “Yeah, I can’t stop thinking about that.” Carl grinned wickedly.

  “Let’s turn him into a pin cushion.” Keith’s cock grew rigid.

  “You mean?” Carl asked excitedly.

  “Him on his knees, you fucking his ass, me fucking his mouth.” Keith groaned in delight, “Aaaaah…”

  “Yes. Can you imagine having that androgynous god as a sex slave? Getting us both off at once?”

  “Ah, Carl…” Keith fisted his cock as he envisioned it.

  “Come for me.” Carl grew excited. “Jack off.”

  Keith licked his lips as Carl opened his own zipper, getting his cock out. “We’re fucking sex fiends.”

  “I know.” Carl stripped off his trousers. “Be back.”

  “I’ll be here.” Keith closed his eye, visualizing Mark playing submissive to the extreme.

  Carl returned with the lube in his fist. He rocked Keith’s legs back, exposing his ass, and slid his dick inside. “Oh, Keith.”

  Keith increased the speed of his hand watching Carl’s face in elation. Bracing himself up on his arms, Carl thrust his hips against Keith’s body.

  “Come for me. Come for me, lover.” Keith felt his body set for ejaculation number two.

  “I’m there! I’m there!” Carl grunted as he came, arching his back and pushing in to the hilt.

  Keith sprayed come over his chest, slowing his hand, gasping for breath.

  As Carl recuperated, he chuckled, “Disgusting. Oh! Gay sex is so revolting.”

  Keith cracked up as Carl thrust in for one last plunge.

  Chapter Ten

  As Carl and Keith hurried to shower and get dressed for their work day, the phone rang. Carl gave Keith a quizzical look at the early hour of the caller. Keith shrugged, sipping his coffee and nibbling on toast.

  “Hello?”

  “Carl?”

  “Cole. Hi. Are you calling to see how the audition went?”

  “They withdrew the offer.”

  Even though Carl didn’t really want the part, it stung. He dropped down to sit on a kitchen chair. “Did they say why?”

  “No.”

  “Oh.” Carl didn’t even want to broach the topic with Cole. “Well, after the reading it, I thought it was pretty lame.”

  “It wasn’t the best script, I agree, but it was breaking the ground into big films.”

  “Yes. I know. But I had images of it bombing in the box office and never getting another offer.” Carl caught Keith’s concerned expression.

  To his surprise, Cole asked, “When is your next public appearance with Holly Lacey?”

  Feeling his throat tightening up at the question, Carl didn’t know what to say.

  “Carl?”

  “Yes. I’m here. Uh, Cole, the producers weren’t happy about that—”

  “What?”

  Carl could hear the anger in his voice. “They wanted our sexuality to remain ambiguous for the fans—”

  “Carl!”

  At his fury, Carl shut up. Keith was staring at him in agony, hearing half the conversation.

  “Carl, listen to me,” Cole sounded strained. “You forget about the producers. That’s one damn show in what you and I are hoping is a long, lucrative career in the business. I’m advising you to go out again with Holly as soon as possible. This reversal from the studio for that action movie? It was an overt withdrawal in response to your sexual uncertainty. Believe me, they wouldn’t have withdrawn the offer if you were engaged or married.”

  “Cole, you have any idea the position this is putting both me and Keith in? It’s driving us crazy.”

  “I’m not concerned with Keith. I
’m concerned with you. Don’t you let that sleaze Adam Lewis affect our relationship, Carl. This is you and me. Client and agent. You got that? I can’t make you and Keith get separate living arrangements, I know that, but I can advise you to be seen with a damn woman.”

  Carl was shocked at his tone. Cole had never raised his voice to him before.

  “Carl. Answer me. Are you gay or straight?”

  “I…I’m…” Carl connected to Keith’s concerned gaze.

  “It isn’t a trick question, Carl.”

  “Why do you ask? That’s unethical for you to ask me.”

  “I already got my answer.”

  “So? You’re going to drop me?” Carl stood, unable to contain his anguish.

  “No. But don’t come crying to me when the offers vanish.”

  “Cole!”

  “Goodbye, Carl.”

  The phone in his hand, a buzzing from the disconnected line carrying in the silence, Carl looked up as Keith took it from him to hang up.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m in fucking shock, Keith.”

  “Come here.” Keith embraced him, squeezing him tight. “Terminate your contract with him and go with Adam.”

  Holding onto Keith for dear life, Carl asked, “Why the hell does our sex life make so much of a difference to people? Keith, since you are the first man in my life, I was straight, pre-you. And never. I repeat, never, did anyone’s sexual orientation matter to me one bit. I couldn’t care less who they loved. Why does everyone care who we’re with? How on earth does my sex life define me as a person?”

  “It doesn’t.” Keith leaned back to see his eyes. “People are ignorant, Carl.”

  “But I feel as if I’m living in Victorian times. How far have we come to get away from the hate and ignorance?”

  “Not far enough. We need to get going.” Keith kissed his cheek and parted from their embrace.

  “What am I missing here?” Carl felt dizzy.

  “I wish I could answer your question, Carl.” Keith handed him his car keys.

  Babbling as he left the condo, Carl kept debating, “I need a label. What am I? Am I straight? Am I bi? Am I gay? Stick a tag on my forehead so everyone knows how to deal with me.”

  Keith closed the door behind them, cupping Carl’s bottom to urge him to walk to the elevator.