Playing Dirty Book 2 of the Action! Series

by GA Hauser

  “Keith,” Carl admonished.

  “Shut up.” Keith turned back to the driver. “Go to Phobar’s, please. Park around the block and be on call.”

  “Keith!”

  “Carl, shut up!”

  The driver handed Keith his business card. “This has my cell phone number on it. Call me when you want me to come to the main entrance.”

  “Cool.” Keith stuffed it into his jacket. “How much cash do you have, Carl?”

  Carl checked his wallet.

  As he opened it, Keith leaned in to look. “Give me that fifty.” Keith took it and set it on the front seat next to the driver.

  “Keith…” Carl moaned.

  “Will you be quiet?”

  “You realize if we do this, then the whole charade we just endured will be for nothing.”

  “Not necessarily. They got photos of us kissing women. No one has any idea we’re going to the club.”

  “Except the hundred gay and bi guys inside.”

  Keith shrugged. “Any leak that comes out of there we can say was from the filming.”

  “Don’t get naked.”

  “Aw, come on,” Keith teased.

  “Keith!”

  “I won’t! But I will play dirty with you.”

  “Are you planning on inviting someone back to our place?”

  Keith’s heart skipped a beat. “Can I?”

  Carl buried his face in his hands.

  Moving to Carl’s side of the back seat, Keith nestled against him. “What if we leave it up in the air? See if we find some unbelievable stud we just have to have?”

  “He’d sell his story to the tabloids, Keith.”

  “His word against ours.”

  “You know this is flirting with disaster.”

  The car stopped. Keith looked out the window. “Come on.”

  A slight smile turned the edges up Carl’s mouth.

  Pumping his fist in glee, Keith addressed the driver, “We’ll be gone an hour to two hours, tops.”

  “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled sweetly.

  Keith just noticed how handsome the chauffeur was. As they climbed out of the car, he whispered to Carl. “The driver’s adorable.”

  “Is he?”

  “Yes. And he’s on Palmer’s payroll.”

  “I didn’t get a good look at him.”

  “Come on. Time to get revved up.”

  ~

  Carl was so paranoid someone would be filming this entrance into a notorious gay club he actually hid his face. Rubbing both hands over his cheeks, Carl didn’t lower his arms until they were inside and met the bouncer for their cover charge. The minute the burly man recognized them, a big smile brightened his tough countenance.

  “Hey!” he gushed. “No charge! Welcome, boys.”

  Keith was beaming. Just the look on his lover’s face told Carl he had recovered from the earlier dinner disaster.

  “Thanks.” Carl reached out to shake the man’s hand.

  “No problem, man. Have fun.”

  Carl passed through the doorway and could hear the music, feeling it vibrating through his chest. The room didn’t have the same calm fabricated atmosphere as it did during the filming. This was live gay nightlife. No script, no performances, just reality.

  “Come on!” Keith grabbed Carl’s hand and hurried his pace into the madness.

  As they passed through the tight crowd they were noticed. One by one the men in the room began to recognize them and stare, gossip, or nudge their fellow man.

  While Keith made a beeline to the bar, Carl caught the sight of flesh. Naked men were dancing erotically, fondling their huge erections as they did. Monitors played triple-x gay porn. The amount of male pheromones floating around the air was overwhelming. Carl began to get hard just witnessing the decadence.

  Staying close to Keith out of insecurity as well as their emotional attachment, Carl was handed a mixed drink while Keith waited for his own. Sipping it, looking at the naked men dancing, Carl shook his head in awe.

  A glass in his hand, Keith leaned against Carl’s side and said, “I love it!”

  “I’m shocked you do.” Carl shouted in his ear in the noise.

  “How can you not? Carl, it’s amazing.”

  A gorgeous, sleek man approached them. Carl’s breath caught in his throat at how sexy he was. He stood boldly before them and asked, “Aren’t you Dennis and Troy from Forever Young?”

  Before Carl could deny it, Keith advised the man, “We are.”

  “I love that show.” The man grinned wickedly. “You two are hot.”

  As Keith lapped up the compliment, the man asked, “Are you out?”

  “No!” Carl admitted, suddenly feeling foolish since they were inside a gay bar.

  The man swept his gaze at the group of men surrounding them. They all seemed to be staring in their direction at the moment. As if to reassure him, the handsome man said, “Don’t worry about it. Just have fun.”

  “I intend to.” Keith’s eyes were wild as he gulped his drink.

  When the man vanished into the crowd, Keith downed his entire rum and Coke and grabbed Carl. “Dance with me.”

  Carl hurried to consume his booze, reaching past men’s shoulders to place the glass on the bar. With Keith’s hand clamped to his, Carl was dragged onto the floor. Rainbows of colored light shimmered over the horde of writhing bodies. Instantly transformed back to the dance scene from the taping, Carl warmed up quickly and wished Melvin was there to hand off his sport jacket.

  Keith was just as overheated. He removed his, reached for Carl’s, and disappeared as he found a place to leave them. Dancing on his own momentarily, Carl lost himself on the two appealing naked men doing very naughty things to themselves while others watched and drooled. When Keith returned he was shirtless. Carl’s cock reacted more to his lover’s naked torso than to the go-go boys’ huge erections.

  Keith wrapped his arms around Carl’s neck, their pelvises meeting and grinding together as they moved.

  Having Keith, knowing this man was his, Carl suddenly felt so much pride and contentment he cupped the back of Keith’s head and drew him to his lips. When Keith’s tongue entered his mouth, Carl’s body rocked with an explosion of passion. Snaking his hands around Keith’s naked back, tightening their embrace, Carl forgot the rest of the room and focused on Keith’s mouth.

  ~

  Keith was in heaven. After two hours of excruciating fake dates, he felt much more relaxed. Here they could be themselves. The deep bass rumbled through his bones as Carl’s bulging crotch pressed excitedly into his.

  While they danced, Keith began to release Carl’s shirt from his slacks. Once the tail was out, Keith ran his hands under the cotton material and up Carl’s warm sides. The kissing grew hotter. Obviously Carl was going as crazy as Keith was. One by one, Keith opened the buttons of Carl’s top. After it was undone, Keith spread it wide over Carl’s ripped chest, lowering it down his arms.

  Their mouths unwilling to disconnect, Keith rubbed his palms over Carl’s erect nipples as Carl’s tongue drove him insane. It slipped in and out of Keith’s mouth, fucking him in an imitation of the craving to do it with his dick.

  Keith managed to get Carl’s shirt off, and tucked it into the back of his own slacks to get out of the way.

  Their torsos naked and beginning to sweat, Keith sealed them together, tightening his embrace. Needing to breathe deeply to recover from the hot kissing, Keith rested his chin on Carl’s shoulder and looked around. The smiles of the men who watched them made Keith feel warm and accepted. Like they belonged.

  Swaying gently with Carl, inhaling his cologne, Keith’s vision paused on the naked dancing men. One dancer met his eye, grinning wickedly as he fingered his long shaft. Keith licked his lips at the sight. As Carl rotated them slowly, Keith was able to take in a panoramic view of the room. The television monitor was playing gay porn. He had never watched porn movies in his life. Fascinated by this alternative career in the film
industry, Keith held Carl for a moment to prevent him spinning him away from the set. Carl parted from Keith just enough to catch his eyes.

  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 look 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?” Sc
ott asked, obviously concerned with their expectations.

  “Only what you’re comfortable doing,” Carl replied softly.

  “That 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.