by GA Hauser
As they returned to their car, Keith body-slammed Carl, making Carl push back to keep them walking in a straight line. “You did it.” Carl stifled a loud laugh. “You smart son of a bitch, you did it!”
“Hee hee.” Keith bit his lip on his outburst.
The minute they were inside the car, they roared with laughter, holding their stomachs and wiping their eyes.
“Keith O’Leary, you are amazing!” Carl started the car, seeing the Mercedes waiting.
“Aaah!” Keith kept gasping for breath. “How can Steve say no to the scene now?”
“He fucking can’t!” Carl headed out of the parking garage.
“He fucking, damn well can’t!” Keith relaxed in the seat and sighed. “We got Mark for our show.”
“I am so impressed. You did it.” Carl made sure Steve stayed behind them.
“An orgy with a sleek, foxy, androgynous model and a muscular, ex-LAPD cop. See? Fantasies do come true.” Keith flipped the police cap onto the floor.
“Wouldn’t our mothers be proud?”
“I know mine would.”
“What do we do if there are photographers around?”
“They lost interest ever since we were seen with Holly and Jade. They don’t give a shit about straight men.” Keith ran his hand through his hair. “Steve still back there?”
Carl’s eyes darted to the rear view. “Yup.”
“Carl, let’s come out. Let’s stop hiding.”
A shiver of doubt crept into Carl’s stomach.
“Come on. Screw it. This is too much fun. Why should we pretend? They don’t.” Keith aimed his thumb at the car behind them. “Adam and Jack don’t.”
“We talked about this with Adam. Their jobs don’t depend on public perception. Keith, remember what just happened to me with Cole?”
“Fuck Cole.”
“No. Listen to me. Cole didn’t even think I was gay when that casting director gave me the shove. Let’s not come out like some announcement. We can just live our lives.”
“You know that’s bullshit. I bet soon the internet starts buzzing again with gay blogs. Then those piranhas will be back at our door.”
“Keith, please. We’re about to have an orgy and you’re bringing me way down.”
“Sorry.” Keith grabbed Carl’s hand. “You’re right. Bad timing.”
Carl checked the mirror again. The car was still there.
“How do you want to work this? We can’t use Mark as a pin cushion again.”
“Why not?” Carl asked.
“What about Steve? He’s not going to let us do that to him.”
“You don’t know that. Maybe seeing Mark submissive gets him off. Let’s just see.”
“Christ, imagine all of us on him.”
“He doesn’t have that many holes!” Carl chuckled, pulling into their parking garage.
“We’ll stuff two cocks in his mouth.”
“Shut up.” Carl laughed his head off.
~
They waited for Steve and Mark at the front lobby door. Carl leaned against the glass, gazing outside. Keith pressed behind him and looked over his shoulder. “All clear of vultures?”
“Yup.” Carl exhaled a deep sigh.
“They’ll be back. Once time passes and we don’t appear with those women again, they’ll catch on.”
“Shut up. Stop talking about it. Look, there they are. Christ, the two of them in designer suits, couldn’t you just cream?”
Keith pushed the elevator button as Carl opened the front lobby door. When Keith spun around, Steve and Mark were grinning like fiends. “This is so cool.” Keith gave each of them a once over.
With all four of them in the elevator together, Keith felt exhilarated. He sucked on Carl’s mouth hotly, peeking at the other two who watched.
Waiting for Carl to open the door to their unit, Keith couldn’t stop staring at the men in silk suits.
“Come on in,” Carl announced. “Anyone want a drink?”
Keith leapt onto Steve, wrapping his legs around his hips and sucking his mouth. Drink? Who needs a drink? Isn’t this intoxicating enough?
Steve moaned, holding Keith’s ass in his hand as he held him aloft.
“Holy shit,” Carl breathed. “Mark, get over here!”
Keith opened one eye. Mark and Carl were kissing. Sliding off Steve’s body to stand, Keith held his hand and led him to the bedroom. As he passed, Keith hooked Carl’s belt loop and tugged him and Mark along.
Once everyone was loitering in the room, Keith wished Charlotte were there. They needed a damn director. Since Steve was the newest arrival, unbeknownst to Steve, Keith took special care in softening him up. “Undress, copper.” Keith dragged Steve’s suit jacket down his arms.
While Steve kicked off his shoes and unknotted his tie, Keith helped Steve get undressed. Keith was thrilled Steve was so willing and eager. There was no hesitation like there had been with Mark. Steve was pure confidence.
Undoing the buttons of Steve’s stiff cotton dress shirt, Keith was pleasantly surprised at how buff he was. Tanned, swollen pectoral muscles, and a six-pack abdomen, prefect. Once Steve was down to his briefs, Keith stepped back to take his fake police uniform off. Turning on his heels he found Mark yanking down his Calvin Kleins and tugging off his socks. Carl was already nude.
“Jesus. Someone pinch me.” Keith yanked off his clothing quickly. A hand made its way to Keith’s bottom. He jumped when Steve complied with his request. “Bad cop!”
“Get over here, you pretty boy.” Steve wrapped around Keith’s waist, curling him against his body.
“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 o
f 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 Steve’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 14
“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 Ma
rk’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?”