Playing Dirty Book 2 of the Action! Series

by GA Hauser

  “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 naked 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 in 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?”

  “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 t
o 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 d
ried, 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 5

  “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.”