by GA Hauser
Keith faced Carl. “I should grow my hair like he has.”
Capping the lotion, Carl set it on the coffee table and pushed a lock of long hair back from Keith’s eyes. “It appears Adam is growing his as well. It seems Mark has a very strong influence on those who meet him.”
“Why the heck isn’t he an actor?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he hasn’t thought of that as a career direction before.”
“Did you get what he does for a living?”
“No. We’ll have to ask him that.” Carl kissed Keith’s butt cheek.
“Think he’ll reconsider?”
“If you had a chance to have sex with us, would you do it?” Carl ran his hand over Keith’s ass again, gently.
“Hell yeah.”
Carl shrugged.
“Rub more cream on me.”
“Sure.” Carl grabbed the bottle. “I’m hungry. How about I order us something?”
“Yes, please.” Keith closed his eyes.
As Carl squeezed another blob of cream on his palm, he asked, “Chinese or pizza?”
“Chinese.”
“You got it.” Carl massaged Keith’s ass lovingly, knowing later that night, he’d be inside it.
Chapter 12
By Sunday afternoon Keith was feeling perfect and wondering if Mark was still interested. As the hour of one approached, he sat down on the sofa and dialed Mark’s mobile phone number.
“Hullo?”
Keith was instantly turned on by his accent. “Hey.”
“Oh, hullo, Keith.”
“Are you alone?” Keith purred, imagining Mark naked.
“I am. Steve’s at his mum and dad’s for a barbeque.”
“Still interested?” Keith found Carl listening as he filled a carafe for a fresh pot of coffee.
“I don’t know. I really shouldn’t. Steve would be very cross if he found out.”
“How would he find out?” Keith wanted him. “You gorgeous stud. Come over here for some fun.”
“You make it so tempting.”
“Imagine it. Come on, Mark. You. Me. Carl?”
“You’re both fantastic.”
“And you get to play with us. Please?”
“You promise no one will find out? I can’t lose Steve. I love him to bits.”
“Cross my heart.” Keith physically traced his index finger over his chest, though Mark couldn’t see it. “This is our private affair. Just us.”
“It’s wrong. You know I know doing this is wrong.”
“Mark,” Keith hissed, “once in a lifetime. You snuggled between Troy and Dennis?”
“Oh…don’t put it that way. I’ll turn into putty.”
“Mark,” Keith breathed, “one hour. No one will know.”
“Where do you live?”
Keith pumped his hand in triumph. He met Carl’s eyes and winked.
~
Carl felt nervous. This wasn’t an anonymous chauffeur. This was a friend of a friend, who was taken by a cop. A big, brawny, handsome ex-LAPD cop. Playing with fire? Who, us?
Racing around, Carl straightened up the condo as if Mark would scrutinize it for cleanliness. Carl checked his face in the mirror. He had just shaved and made sure he didn’t miss a spot. Last thing Mark needed was a red face from a rough shadow.
The lube, the rubbers, everything they needed was on the nightstand. Carl lit one lamp, dimming the room by drawing the heavy curtains and blocking the outside light.
When he entered the living room, Keith was reclining crossways on the couch, his hand in his pants, diddling.
Carl checked his watch. “You think he chickened out?”
“Probably.”
“How long will it take for him to get here?”
“Depends where he’s coming from.”
“Do you know that?”
“No.”
The buzzer from the lobby sounded. Keith leapt off the couch like he was a gazelle. “Go!”
Carl ran to the panel, pushing the button to release the door latch. “He’s here! He’s fucking here.”
“Yes!” Keith rubbed his own crotch in anticipation.
“What do you want to do?”
“Get him fucking naked!”
“The minute he walks in?”
“How much time do you think the guy has?”
“Yes. Yes.” Carl moved to the door opening it so he could see the elevator.
With Keith pressing up against his back, the two of them couldn’t look more eager if they were kids waiting for the ice cream man.
Thinking that it was taking forever, Carl was about to comment on it when Mark emerged from the elevator.
“Holy shit.” Carl melted to the floor.
Black muscle tee, tight black faded jeans, black canvas deck shoes with no socks, Mark was the picture out of a men’s cologne ad, a gay jack-off magazine, Playgirl…all of the above.
Carl backed up to allow him in, slamming into Keith who was already wiping drool off his chin.
Once Mark was in their domain and Carl closed the door, he and Keith gawked at him in amazement.
“Hullo.”
“Hi,” Keith giggled nervously.
“Mark…” Carl shook his head in admiration.
Mark rubbed his hands together nervously. “What exactly are we going to do?”
Keith dove at him before Carl could even reply.
As Keith raised Mark’s shirt up his torso, he backed Mark into their bedroom. “Get naked!” Keith ordered.
An anxious chuckle came from Mark. “No point beating around the bush?”
Carl stood back, holding his breath as Keith raised Mark’s shirt up his body and over his head. Ripped. Perfect. There weren’t enough words in the English language to describe Mark Richfield’s body.
Following their progress to the bed, Carl felt his throat go dry and licked his lips as he stared in awe.
~
Keith was so ready for this he was primed. Dropping Mark’s shirt on the carpet, Keith went for his jeans next.
“Oi? Am I the only one expected to get undressed here?” Mark laughed but Keith could tell he was nervous.
“Hell no.” Keith stood back, yanking his t-shirt over his head and dropping his jeans and briefs to the floor. Instantly, he was at Mark’s black denims again. Once he had them open, he peeled them back to see Mark’s pelvis. Washboard flat with just the right spattering of hair. Yanking them over his hips, Keith found nothing underneath and almost spontaneously combusted from the sight. “Commando? Christ, Richfield, you know how to tease!” Keith spun around. “Carl! Get over here.”
Mark reached back for something to brace himself on. He ended up against the wall near the bed.
Taking one look at Mark’s fantastic face first, Keith began dragging the tight pants down Mark’s large, muscular thighs.
Dark brown, curly pubic hair appeared. Keith knelt down, taking the jeans with him. Once they were at Mark’s knees, Keith sat back on his heels to admire him. “Oh my God.”
In reflex, Mark moved to cover himself at the ogling.
Keith held Mark’s hands back. “Mark, you are unbelievable. Carl, have you ever seen a cock that big?”
Mark tried to cross his legs. “You’re embarrassing the shite out of me.”
“Oh, no way!” Keith chided. “Mark, you are absolutely fantastic.” Reaching out, Keith smoothed his fingers over Mark’s length. Mark moaned and his cock bobbed in response.
As Keith worshipped Mark’s cock, Carl, now naked, wrapped around Mark’s neck and began kissing his throat and jaw.
“Ah!” Mark shivered. “Slowly, mates. I’m new at this game.”
Yanking Mark’s pants to his ankles, Keith helped him step out of his lower half of clothing until he was completely naked.
Blown away by his magnificence, Keith ran a hand up each of Mark’s thighs to cradle his genitals. Above him, his partner was licking Mark’s skin, moaning in pleasure.
Closing his eyes, Keith
opened his lips and attempted to fit Mark’s dick into his mouth. It was impossible to get it all the way in.
“Oh, love,” Mark trembled. “Let me sit down before I fall down.”
“Get on your knees,” Carl hissed.
Keith felt his body explode with chills at Carl’s words, remembering what they wanted to do.
“Me knees? Where? On the bed? On the floor?”
“The floor,” Keith clarified.
Slowly Mark knelt down. “Now what?”
Walking around the bed to the nightstand, Keith retrieved the items they needed. Keith handed Carl a rubber, watching as Carl put it on his engorged cock. Keith had never seen it so ready. Or maybe he had.
“Is that for me?” Mark pointed to Carl’s cock.
“I’d love to fuck you.” Carl cupped Mark’s face, kissing him. Mark appeared to swoon at his touch.
Keith pumped his own dick as he watched. It was better than porn. It was in the flesh.
“Yes, all right.” Mark licked his lips.
Carl smiled wickedly at Keith as he moved, kneeling down behind Mark. Keith winked at his lover, and stood in front of Mark. “Will you suck me?”
Mark tilted around to look at Carl. “At the same time?”
“Uh huh.” Keith ran his fingers through Mark’s long hair and kissed him, shoving his tongue into Mark’s mouth.
The whimper Mark made was worth his weight in gold.
“Yes.” Mark closed his eyes and shivered visibly.
Carl checked with Keith. Keith gave him his most devilish grin.
As Carl prepared himself with lube, Mark reached out to hold Keith’s hips. “We’ll take care of you next, Mark. Promise.” Keith petted his long hair lovingly.
“You’d better. I’m about to come just thinking about this.”
Keith kissed Mark again, stood tall, and offered his cock.
Taking one last look at Carl as he moved to get inside him, Mark then opened his beautiful full lips and accepted Keith’s cock.
The minute Keith penetrated Mark’s mouth, he glanced at Carl. Carl obviously was in because he was thrusting his hips with purpose.
Watching Mark take it from both ends, Keith was already too far gone to hold back, but he did. He wanted this to last.
Staring down at Mark’s face, seeing his brow furrow in pleasure, feeling him suck deep and hard, like he loved it, Keith didn’t want to come. Not yet. No!
Mark’s body jolted forward with each of Carl’s driving thrusts as he went wild on Mark. Keith forced his eyes open to watch this incredible scene. The minute Mark stroked under Keith’s balls, encouraging him to come, Keith did. He couldn’t hold back if he tried.
Vocalizing his euphoria, Keith moaned in pleasure, trying not to collapse from the strength of the climax. He gripped Mark’s shoulders tightly. As he shot what had to be a large amount of come into Mark’s mouth, Mark whimpered in bliss, swallowing in quick gulps and sucking as hard as he could.
Behind Mark, Carl exploded, opening his lips and roaring like a wildcat in heat.
“Oh, God!” Keith cried as he watched his lover’s reaction, shivering down to his toes. “Mark! Holy Christ!”
Even after Keith had come, Mark kept sucking, pressing Keith from behind to draw him in deeper. Keith watched Carl take few last deep thrusts before he pulled out to drop back on the carpet and gasp for air.
His body rocking with chills, Keith gazed down at this ultimate sex symbol.
Mark looked up at him with the most exquisite expression of nirvana. Keith dropped to his knees and planted his mouth on Mark’s sucking the taste of his own come off Mark’s tongue.
The brush of air against his body was the only indication Keith had that Carl had gone to wash up. When Carl returned he urged them both to get on the bed.
Lying back, Mark panted as if he’d run a marathon. His eyes were wild like a stallion in heat. His long, thick, brown hair was tousled and sticking to his sweat soaked skin, and his cock was enormous and protruding from him like an arced mast.
Keith dove onto his hips, lapping at Mark’s erection as Carl devoured Mark’s mouth and pinched his nipples.
Sucking as deep as he dared with a dick this large, Keith shoved his finger up Mark’s slick back passage and worked his cock with determination.
“Ah! Ah!”
The sound from Mark was unbelievable. Mark’s body rocked like it was about to launch. Keith prepared himself for the blast.
As come shot into his mouth, Keith moaned in delight, swallowing the nectar of this fantastic god down like honey.
~
Carl paused to see this fantastic man’s face in orgasm. The sight of Mark in climax was beyond description. His teeth bared, his eyebrows knitted, his jaw muscles clenched. Carl grew hard again instantly. Seeing Keith lapping at that enormous dick, Carl lowered down to lick at it with him. There was plenty to share.
“Oh, Christ… Oh, Christ…” Mark gasped as he recuperated.
Keith whispered, “You ever experience anything like him?”
“Fuck no.” Carl snaked his tongue around Mark’s cock.
“More.” Keith’s eyes lit up.
When Carl smiled, Keith began sucking at Mark’s balls while Carl licked at the last drop of come from Mark’s tip.
“Oh, love…let me recover a moment.” Mark reached out his hands. “Bloody hell.”
Carl sat up to see Mark’s face. Crawling up his long torso, Carl ran his tongue from Mark’s sternum to his jaw. “You gorgeous mother-fucker. What right do you have to be so fucking beautiful?”
It made Mark laugh through his exhaustion. “I don’t think I’ve come that hard before. Jesus.” Mark held his chest.
Keith leaned up on his elbows, smoothing his fingers along Mark’s stiff shaft. “Want to again?”
“In a moment.” Mark propped up his head with his hand, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.
Keith edged up to be alongside Mark while Carl mirrored him on the other. Smoothing his fingers up and down Mark’s flawless skin, Carl whispered, “Do you model?”
“No.”
“Why the hell not?” Keith sniffed at Mark’s armpit.
“I don’t know. I reckon I never wanted that life.”
“Do you want to act?” Keith nestled into the dark hair in Mark’s pit, then began sucking on it.
“Not really.” Mark gazed from one of them to the other. “Why?”
Keith rubbed at the wet spot he’d made under Mark’s arm. “Our director wants us to do a three-way love scene.”
“Oh?” Mark appeared amused. “That’s a bit racy.”
Carl ran his finger down Mark’s abdomen to his pubic hair. “We want you to do it.”
“Me?”
“Yes.” Keith licked at Mark’s pectoral muscle.
“I…I don’t know. I’m not an actor. I don’t have any credentials.”
“You don’t need credentials, doll. You have everything that’s needed.” Keith cupped Mark’s balls.
“Don’t you have to be a union member?” Mark asked.
“Technicalities.” Carl sniffed Mark’s skin, suddenly understanding why Keith began licking his pit. It was intoxicating.
“How…what type of scene. I mean, cable is not triple-x.”
“No. It’s not.” Keith massaged Mark’s balls enthusiastically. “It’s all snippets, montages. Nothing really.”
“Don’t they do auditions for those parts?” Mark moved his hands towards his own cock as Keith began to make it hard again. Using his thumb, Mark wiped at the fresh drop that seeped out of the slit.
“We told the director about you. You don’t need to audition.” Carl sucked at Mark’s armpit, lapping at him like he was dessert.
“What about Steve? He’d go completely mad.”
“Why?” Keith ran his palm along Mark’s cock. “It’s only a small part. But it is a paying job.”
“But telling him it’s to perform a sex scene with the two of you? He’d
never allow me to do it.”
Carl leant up to be able to see Mark’s face. “Allow you? What the hell does that mean? Don’t you have a say in your own life?”
“Come on, chaps. Don’t be so hard on me at the moment. I’m cheating on him as it is. And I love him. I shouldn’t be here at all.”
“What harm has it done, Mark?” Keith continued to stroke Mark’s cock. “You’re still in love with him. We don’t want to break you two up. Carl and I are in love. We don’t want another attachment. All this is is sex. Big deal.”
“It’s quite a big deal to Steve. He’s very old fashioned that way.”
“Then why are you here?” Carl asked resting his chin on Mark’s chest.