Playing Dirty

by G. A. Hauser

  “I want this to be a group thing,” Keith announced as Steve gnawed at his throat, sending chills over him. How could Keith explain he wanted them all to screw Mark? There was no doubt in Keith’s mind Steve was an alpha male, and would be topping whomever he chose.

  “Talk to me,” Steve crooned. “You obviously have something in mind.”

  With Steve’s hands wrapping around Keith’s cock, Keith’s mind was becoming blank.

  “How about me getting on my knees or something?” Mark asked innocently.

  “I adore you,” Carl moaned, standing behind Mark, working his erect cock against the skin of Mark’s hip.

  “You want to play submissive, Mark?” Steve asked.

  “You know it’s what I love best.” Mark crossed the room to Steve, rubbing his enormous dick against Keith, leaving a sticky trail of pre-come as he pressed against the two of them.

  Keith shivered in a swoon. “Please tell me this is real.”

  Steve laughed softly. “Look at this cock,” he whispered, holding Mark’s in both hands. “Have you ever seen a prick like this in your life?”

  Keith and Carl exchanged quick guilty glances. “No.” Carl closed in on their group, reaching to touch Mark’s anatomy.

  As Mark arched back, shutting his eyes, three men were all over his genitals concurrently.

  “Oh, bloody, bloody hell.” Mark opened his lips and gasped.

  Both Carl and Keith made a move to crouch down to suck it, laughing when they collided.

  “Get on your hands and knees Mark,” Steve commanded. Before Mark did, he connected to Steve’s mouth first, hissing, “You know what I like, love.”

  “I do,” Steve replied, his blue eyes sparkling in adoration.

  “Tie me up?” Mark offered.

  At the suggestion of Mark bound, Keith almost keeled over, grabbing Carl to steady himself. Tie him up? Keith pressed his own cock down as it ached for satisfaction.

  “No, sweetie. We don’t need to do that,” Steve assured Mark. “You’ll need to be able to use your hands.”

  “Ahh, Carl,” Keith growled. “I feel like I need to jack off and come so I can hold out for this.”

  “You?” Carl stroked himself, reaching out to fondle Keith’s cock as well.

  “Get the rubbers.” Keith nudged Carl.

  As Mark dropped to his hands and knees, Keith flashed with the memory of him and Carl ravishing him. “I have to come. I can’t stand this.”

  Just as he said it, Mark spun around and stuck out his tongue, licking Keith’s dick. Instantly, Keith looked to see Steve’s reaction. Steve’s hand was out to Carl, asking for a rubber.

  Carl tore one off the strip. Witnessing Steve’s power and dominance in the bedroom blew Keith away. He wanted to come but at the same time he wanted to hold out. Keith had been in this exact position before with Mark.

  “Carl,” Keith called out to him. When Carl approached, Keith whispered, “Steve’s going to fuck his lover. So you screw me.”

  “My pleasure.” Carl removed a condom and rolled it on. The lube was passed between Carl and Steve.

  Leaning over Mark to give Carl access to his ass, Keith didn’t take his eyes from Steve preparing to enter his partner. It was so tender and loving Keith was in awe. He knew damn well that’s the way he and Carl felt about each other.

  “Ready, babe?” Steve stroked Mark’s bottom.

  “Oh, yes.” Mark winked at Keith knowingly.

  As Steve penetrated Mark, Carl did the same to Keith. Once they began thrusting, Mark slid Keith’s cock into his mouth. Holding onto Mark for balance as Carl rocked behind him, Keith began to orgasm. He couldn’t help it. The look on Steve’s face as he screwed Mark was superb. Pure bliss. “Suck it!” Keith grunted as the sensation of pleasure started deep in his balls. “Suck it! Ah! Mark, suck it hard!”

  That set Carl off. He jammed his cock deeper into Keith’s ass and whimpered in ecstasy. Keith forced his eyes to stay open as Mark continued to suck him as he pumped his load, almost as if Mark wanted climax number two out of Keith. “Fuck Mark, Steve…” Keith urged, “Fuck him good…”

  Steve gripped Mark around his hips and thrust forward, his back arching, his face a mask of orgasmic paradise.

  As Carl dug deep into Keith’s body for the aftershocks, Keith looked down at Mark, again, the last unsatisfied member. Who knew Mark loved it? Tie him up?

  With the whimpering, gasping breaths of Steve and Carl still echoing in the room, Keith dug his hands into Mark’s long hair as Mark continued to draw on him deeply, his eyes closed, lost to the world.

  Steve sat back, taking a moment to recover. Carl pulled out as well.

  When the two of them vanished into the bathroom, Keith stroked Mark’s long hair away from his dewy forehead. “Get on the bed, you lovely thing.”

  Kneeling up, holding Keith’s cock in both hands, Mark took one last, long, slow suck on him before he released him.

  Helping Mark to his feet, Keith waited as Mark sprawled out. Mark’s ribs rose and fell quickly with his gasping breaths.

  “Enjoying it?”

  “God, yes.” Mark’s green eyes flickered to Keith’s.

  Waiting for Steve and Carl to come back to devour this dish, Keith sat down next to Mark and ran his hand over Mark’s silky skin.

  When Steve returned he wasted no time. He planted himself beside Mark, cupped his face, and kissed him passionately. Mark moaned in delirium and gripped both of Steve’s wrists.

  Carl tapped Keith, pointing to Mark’s cock.

  While Carl lay between Mark’s thighs, enveloping Mark’s balls into his mouth, Keith knelt beside Mark and sucked his shaft.

  Keith smiled. Steve knew. Steve knew damn well Mark was the main course to their three appetizers.

  Mark began to give off those delicious moans of his. Keith imagined Steve’s tongue down Mark’s throat as Keith plunged Mark’s organ as deep as he could take it. With Carl beside him, gnawing at Mark’s testicles, Keith massaged Carl’s shoulders and neck, loving sharing this with him.

  Mark began to buck on the bed as he went wild. Steve parted from his mouth so they both could breathe. When Mark’s hands dug into Keith’s hair, urging him to go deeper, Keith blinked and struggled to comply. Unable to meet Mark’s body at the base of his dick, Keith was about to surround it with his hands when someone else beat him to it.

  Keith’s eyes sprung wide open. Steve was jerking Mark off with two hands as Carl was devouring Mark’s testicles and Keith was keeping time with Steve’s motion, throating Mark as far as he could.

  “Ah! Ah! Oh, bloody Christ!”

  At Mark’s gasps, Keith prepared himself for the mother-load. It shot out of Mark with brute force and the quantity was awe inspiring. Closing his eyes and gulping him down as quickly as Mark could spurt it out, Keith moaned in pleasure. One of Steve’s hands caressed Keith’s face lovingly as if he knew the pleasure of tasting Mark’s sweet nectar.

  Keith was so hot once he had taken all of Mark’s come into his mouth, he knelt up and jacked off over Mark. Carl, just realizing it, joined in.

  The second orgasm was just as satisfying as the first. Well, maybe not. He wasn’t in Mark’s magic mouth. Spraying sperm all over Mark Richfield was intense. Hearing Carl’s choking grunts beside him, Keith witnessed Carl’s come adding to the creamy spatters on Mark’s flawless bronze skin and dark, curly pubic hair.

  While they pleasured themselves with the sight of his body, Mark recuperated, still panting for breath.

  Leaning down, Keith began lapping the pooled come off of Mark.

  It wasn’t long before Carl was across from him, doing the same. When Keith looked up, Steve was kissing Mark again, more tenderly.

  Once Mark was licked clean, Keith sat straight and stared at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Mark and Steve were snuggled together, sated smiles on their faces.

  Keith and Carl lay on the fronts, resting on top of the men under them. When Keith caught S
teve’s contented eyes, he asked, “Nice?”

  “Fantastic.” Steve caressed Mark’s hair as Mark rested, appearing totally spent.

  “Uh, Steve,” Keith began, sneaking a glimpse at Carl as Carl’s cheek pressed against Steve’s side as he relaxed.

  “Yes?”

  “Charlotte Deavers, the director of Forever Young?”

  “Yes? I’ve heard of her.” Steve kissed Mark’s jaw affectionately.

  “Well, Charlotte has this scene written for the next episode we’re filming.” Keith looked at Carl, pleading silently for some backup.

  “And?” Steve nestled into the pillows.

  Trying to be discreet, Keith kicked Carl.

  “Hm?” Carl opened his eyes.

  “Charlotte? The scene?” Keith prompted.

  “Oh,” Carl yawned, cuddling against Steve. “She wants a three-way and we suggested Mark. Okay?”

  “Mark?” Steve asked.

  Keith didn’t think he should have been that blunt, but Carl seemed too tired to be tactful.

  “Yes, love?” Mark asked sleepily.

  “Do you want to be on Forever Young?” Steve caressed his hair.

  “It may be amusing.” Mark reached to hug Steve’s arm to his chest.

  “When does he have to let her know?”

  “Soon.” Keith felt his cock stir again as he kept being distracted by all the naked flesh.

  “Tomorrow.” Carl closed his eyes and burrowed into Steve.

  “Mark?” Steve asked again.

  “Would you mind?” Mark spoke lazily.

  “No. Of course not.” Steve kissed his cheek.

  “All right then.” Mark smiled happily.

  When Carl’s eyes blinked open, Keith gave him a wink.

  Carl pursed his lips in a kiss.

  Wrapping around Mark’s body, Keith inhaled him deeply and closed his eyes to nap.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Charlotte?”

  Busy writing notes into the script, Charlotte took a moment before she glanced up. “Yes, Keith?” When she finished what she was doing, she raised her chin. Her eyes grew wide like bull’s-eyes and she jumped to her feet. “Oh, my God!”

  Carl gushed, “Isn’t he gorgeous?”

  “Do you model?”

  Lowering his long dark lashes shyly, Mark replied, “No.”

  “Why the hell not!” Charlotte grabbed Mark’s arm and drew him closer to inspect in the bright lights.

  Keith leaned against Carl, his arms crossed proudly over his chest as their director admired the fantastic Mr. Richfield. “I think she approves,” Keith kissed Carl’s hair quickly after he whispered in his ear.

  “Did you have any doubts?” Carl mirrored Keith’s pose.

  “How tall are you?” Charlotte never relinquished her grip on Mark’s arm.

  “Six one, two, something like that.”

  “Listen to him talk!” she stated enthusiastically. “I wasn’t going to give him lines. He has to have lines.” As if she couldn’t decide what to do first, she urged Mark to a chair and sat him down, pulling hers up to his knees and staring at him.

  “My God,” Carl chuckled. “Poor Mark, he’ll have to gnaw off an arm to get out of her sight.”

  “He’s so bashful,” Keith whispered. “Look at his red cheeks.”

  “You were the same way.”

  “No.”

  “Yes. You forget. Think back to episode one and two.”

  “How can I when we’ve done so many?” Keith met Mark’s bright green eyes and smiled. “You okay, Mark?”

  “Is she just going to stare at me?”

  “She’s thinking. Don’t worry. She doesn’t bite. At least we’ve never seen her bite.”

  “I bite.” Charlotte informed them.

  “Oh, my!” Mark laughed nervously.

  “Right.” Charlotte announced like she had an epiphany. “This is the scene now…now that I’ve seen him.” She pointed at Mark. “I want you to enter the house with him, like it’s written in the script, as if you’re fresh from a club.”

  Keith’s mouth was already watering.

  “I want you two to undress him. Mark?”

  “Yes,” he kept chuckling nervously.

  “You have any objections to being naked on camera?”

  “Totally? Like in frontal?”

  “No. Not frontal on film. We can’t do that. But you will be baring your all for the camera and crew.”

  “Bloody hell…” Mark met Keith’s eyes.

  “I felt the same way,” Keith assured him.

  “What if I get wood? How embarrassing.”

  “You probably will.” Charlotte smiled affectionately. “Still interested?”

  Mark paused, fidgeting in his chair. “Right. Let me get this straight. They take off all my clothing?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then what? I just stand there in the buff?”

  “No. It’ll be quick. Once all three of you undress you’ll climb under the covers. It will be all of two seconds on show. Snippets. It’s the only way I can do it and get away with it. The end result has to have the suggestion of what you are doing, without the reality. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. I’ve seen the show. I know how you do it.”

  “It’ll be the same. In reality, we’ll show a quick back view of your lovely tush or chest and abdomen, and then you’ll all be in bed.”

  “In bed…” Mark opened his hands as if to ask, “Then what?”

  “In bed…” Charlotte’s eyes grew wicked, “doing the dirty.”

  “Scripted?” Mark asked. “Do I have to learn some choreographed number?”

  Keith cracked up. “Yes, Mark. Step one; put your dick in Carl’s bottom. Step two; jerk me off.”

  “All right, Keith,” Charlotte scolded. “No, Mark. With my sex scenes I try and let go. The actors know what I need and they take it from there. If I feel something is lacking I’ll say so.”

  “So,” Mark began, “they undress me. We all climb into bed. And we do what we feel like doing under the sheets? On camera?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “Flamin’ hell!”

  “Want to be tied up?” Keith divulged.

  Carl elbowed him. “Behave. This is hard enough for him.”

  “Will you do it?” Charlotte reached out to Mark’s trembling hand.

  As Mark chewed his lip in consideration, Keith moved to stand behind him and pulled his long hair back into a ponytail. He bent down to Mark’s ear. “You get paid for playing with us in bed.”

  “On camera. I’ll be in bed with two men on camera.”

  “That’s what a threesome is, Mark,” Keith reminded him.

  “Yes, I know. I am aware of what I would be getting into. Will this be broadcast in the UK?”

  Charlotte released Mark’s hand. “It may get there eventually. Take a minute to digest it. Meanwhile, boys, we have to get a camera and dress rehearsal done. With or without the delectable, Mr. Richfield.”

  She left, giving them some time to discuss it. Carl sat in Charlotte’s chair and ran his hands up both of Mark’s long legs over his dress slacks. “What do you think, Mark?”

  “I want to. Make no mistake. I’m just nervous.”

  Keith ran his fingers through Mark’s silky hair, holding it in his fist, then shaking it out to fall onto Mark’s shoulders and down his back. “We’ll be with you to help you. Don’t worry.”

  “Do you have family in the UK?” Carl asked, continuing to caress Mark’s thighs.

  “Yes. After the wedding fiasco with Sharon, my mum is staying in Hertfordshire with her family for the time being.”

  “Wedding fiasco?” Keith enquired.

  “I told you I’m a horrible mess. You simply won’t believe me.”

  “Forget that,” Carl interrupted. “We have to make a decision here. Both Keith and I have to get going on a camera rehearsal.”

  “Yes. Right.” Mark nodded in agreement. “I can’t waiver. I
came here to do it. And I shall.”

  Keith embraced him from behind. “I adore you.”

  “Likewise.” Mark hugged Keith’s arms tightly.

  The crew was waiting impatiently. Charlotte turned around as they approached.

  Carl released Mark’s elbow, which he had been holding as they walked back to the set.

  Mark smiled at Charlotte. “When do we start, boss?”

  Her face lit up with fire. “You are fantastic! Okay, go get into costume, boys. Mr. Richfield already looks like a million bucks. Just take him to Ken for some touch ups and a good hair brushing.”

  “This way.” Keith escorted Mark to the make-up area. “Ken?”

  Ken spun around and his eyes grew wide.

  “This is Mark. Charlotte wants you to get him ready for one of our scenes.”

  “My pleasure! Have a seat, Mark.”

  “See you in a minute.” Carl waved at Mark and headed to wardrobe with Keith. “Do you believe this?”

  “No.” Keith started laughing.

  “Hey, boys.” Melvin pointed to the racks with their clothing already selected.

  “Hello, Mel,” Carl greeted him, changing into his character’s clothing.

  “Hey, Mel,” Keith whispered conspiratorially.

  “Yes?”

  “Go check out the guy in make-up.”

  “Why?”

  “Just go.”

  Melvin gave them each a strange look and left.

  After he slipped on a pair of slacks, Carl zipped his fly. “What are you going to do to Mark once he’s naked and in that bed?”

  “Molest him?” Keith laughed, slipping on his leather shoes.

  “No. Be nice.”

  “Carl, I won’t be bad. I’m just kidding.” Keith tucked in his cotton shirt. “I know how Mark feels. He’s going to be petrified.”

  “Yes. He will be. We need to treat him very gently.”

  “I will. I was just joking.” Keith turned around when he heard someone behind him. Smiling when he found Melvin fanning himself, he asked, “Well?”

  “Who the hell is that?” Mel gaped.

  “Our new sex partner in a threesome,” Keith chuckled.

  “You two are so lucky.” Melvin fixed Carl’s collar for him.

  “You have no idea,” Carl sighed.