Role of a Lifetime
By:
Kenneth Kirk
(© 2021 by the author)
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Chapter 4
Brant and I talked for several hours about the script over the next couple of days. We even ran some lines together over the phone and dissected what the lovers were experiencing during a lot of the scenes. We also spent several hours one afternoon building our characters’ backstories and helping Brant become more accustomed to what motivates gay men.
I couldn’t help but fantasize about Brant saying he owed the Oscar to me because I taught him what he needed to know about gay men. I smiled inwardly when I took that fantasy a little deeper to some of the physical and sexual things I wanted to teach him.
One afternoon, I received a text alert while I was studying for a psych exam. I picked up the phone, saw the message was from Brant, and opened it.
BRANT:
When I saw this scorching hot picture, I thought, Holy shit!
ME: That’s quite an attention-grabber
BRANT: From a college performance piece
ME: Wish I’d gone to your school!
BRANT: 😊
ME: Do you have one taken from the front???
BRANT: You are sooooo predictable!
ME: U luv it
BRANT: Actually …….
BRANT: I do
ME: I am already planning out how I will work your body in some of our scenes
BRANT: Fuck
ME: Probably not
BRANT: Oh you!
ME: But simulated
BRANT: I’m blushing
ME: Bullshit. U started this 😉
BRANT: I did 😊 😊
ME: Any news about the movie?
BRANT: You know the scenes in Marty and Aaron’s apartment?
ME: Sure. You mean when they fuck on the balcony?
BRANT: 😉 Yeah, that one and the others when they’re talking about the execution.
ME: Uh-huh
BRANT: We’re gonna film them at my apartment.
ME: You have a balcony?
BRANT: Yep. And a king-size bed.
ME: And a Jacuzzi!
BRANT: How did you know?
ME: You mentioned it on Jimmy Kimmel
BRANT: I did?
ME: Yep
BRANT: U saw me on Jimmy?
ME: Of course. Im stalking U on line
BRANT: Damn that’s HOT
ME: Not as hot as filming will be
BRANT: Now Im getting frightened
ME: UR frightened of our chemistry
BRANT: Oh, dude, too true
BRANT: Send me a pix so I’ll remember what U look like
ME: A-hole!
I searched through my phone and then sent this one.
ME:
BRANT: Dude, that’s hot!
ME: At least my privates are covered
BRANT: True, but still visible 😊 David should use it as a publicity shot
ME: Nah
BRANT: U R right. U R wearing 2 many clothes for this movie.
ME: Oh gawd
BRANT: David wants us to start having Zoom calls each week
ME: Cool
BRANT: His assistant will call you to set up a time.
ME: I dunno – Im soooooo busy these days
BRANT: Yep I know
BRANT: Gotta go – catch you later
ME: No prob Thx for the pix
BRANT: U2
*******
We had our first Laying Low Zoom call a week later. The CDC had determined that anyone exposed to COVID would test positive within two weeks, so the studios had mostly adopted that as a suitable quarantine period before bringing people together. David wanted us to begin read-throughs of scenes and doing some rehearsing over Zoom beginning on May 11 (a Monday). He asked if we could begin a 2-week quarantine on May 10, so we could actually film the scenes at Brant’s apartment beginning on May 25. David said I could quarantine with my family if they were also in full quarantine from outsiders. Otherwise, I would have to avoid them, too.
David said he had arranged for character actor Michael Ricci to play the Mobster Tucker and his son Richard to play the goon who pulls the trigger. The guy who gets shot will be played by Michael’s brother Anthony wearing a wig and a blindfold. So, David thinks they are all set to film those scenes as soon as Brant and all the Ricci’s quarantine period is finished. Of course, all the camera, props, and make-up people will also have to go through quarantine.
Everybody has been cast except the detective, David noted.
“David,” Brant said quietly.
“Yes?”
“How about Brodie Ford for the detective?”
I took a deep breath, but kept quiet. I wasn’t sure if I wanted Dad in my first big movie.
David thought for a moment and then responded, “He’d be great in the part, but he’s way too big a star. We couldn’t meet his scale.”
I was warming to the idea. “What if he did it as a cameo at some standard rate?”
“You think he would consider it, Sky?”
“Yeah, I think he might. He’s got no work now and is bored out of his gourd. He was impressed with the script and actually thinks the movie might do well.”
“Well, kid, that would be awesome. Ask him and then give me a call. Okay?”
“Sure.”
“Those scenes could be filmed in a couple of days at the end of May or first of June.”
“I’ll ask him at dinner.”
“Call me as soon as he gives you an answer, anytime.”
*******
That evening Violet made Chicken Kiev with asparagus and risotto. Dad selected a Pino Grigio, which set off the chicken nicely.
“So, we had our first Zoom call for Laying Low today.”
“What did you talk about?” Mom inquired.
I gave them a summary of the schedule and then announced that all the parts have been cast except for the detective.
“David Dawson was wondering if you would consider it, Dad.”
He looked surprised. “Me?”
I nodded, “Yes. Brant actually suggested you and David said you would be perfect but they can’t afford a big name for that role.”
“I see,” he said thoughtfully.
“I thought you might be bored just sitting around the house, so I asked if it couldn’t be a cameo paid at some standard rate.”
“And?”
“David got excited and asked me to ask you.”
“I do like the script.” I could tell he was considering it.
“And I think it would be wonderful if we were in the same movie.”
Dad smiled. “That would be rather cool, huh?”
“Wait!” Mom said in alarm.
Dad and I looked at her in surprise.
“What’s wrong, Rachel?”
“I don’t think you should do it,” she said firmly.
Dad was clearly puzzled. “Why?”
“You’re too old to be wagging your willie around for everyone to see!”
After a pause, Dad and I realized she was teasing us both. I was shocked at her. Dad just stared slack-jawed for a few seconds before he drew a huge breath and started laughing hysterically. I’d never seen Dad scream in laughter before and of course that set me off. Having successfully snookered us both, Mom chuckled daintily at first. Each of us was driven to more laughter by the others and soon we were all crying and slobbering and snorting in our collective hysteria.
After a couple of minutes passed with us all screaming, I saw the swinging door to the kitchen open a few inches to reveal four bugged-out eyes belonging to Violet and Katrina.
When we had all managed to calm down and wipe the tears, spit, and snot off our faces, Dad said, “Rachel, you are utterly wicked!”
With a huge self-satisfied grin, the former Miss Utah and second runner-up to Miss America, Emmy-nominated glamour queen, Miss Rachel Hughes, slapped her own thigh and snarked, “You guys fell for that one hook, line, and sinker.” Then she actually cackled!
“Oh, God, Dad, she really is the Wicked Witch of the West!” I screeched.
It took another 3 or 4 minutes for us to calm down that time.
When we had resumed eating our then-cold chicken, Katrina hesitantly entered the room to refill our wine glasses and clear any empty plates.
“Is everyone alright?” she asked.
“We’re great, Katrina,” Dad answered. “We’re just letting off a little steam.”
“They’re saying on Instragram it’s COVID Syndrome from being isolated at home so much.”
“Perhaps that explains it,” Mom said demurely.
“I think we can more properly blame it on Miss Hughes’ raunchy sense of humor,” Dad giggled.
“Raunchy!?” Mom bellowed.
“Miss Hughes!” Katrina backed away. I’m pretty sure she’d never experienced any of us being so extremely down to earth.
Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever had either.
Katrina asked if we wanted our dessert in the parlor. Receiving an affirmative, she beat a hasty retreat to the safety of the kitchen, where no doubt she had fun sharing our undignified shenanigans with Violet.
As we moved into the parlor, I said, “So, what do you say, Dad?”
“Well,” he said in a deadpan voice, “I’d say I may have a few years on me, but I have a very respectable willie.”
Through her laughter, Mom said, “How would you know that?”
Dad’s eyes twinkled as he gripped her elbow and said in a stage whisper, “I’ve been in my share of locker rooms over the years.”
We sat down just as Mom held her hands about 10 inches apart, smirked, and said, “I always wondered how you got that job as an underwear model.”
Poor Katrina waltzed in with a tray of gelato and cookies at the exact instant we all hooted in a raucous explosion. It’s a wonder she didn’t drop the tray.
We reached an unspoken agreement to drop the silliness then as Katrina handed us our desserts like a skittish kitten, clearing out of the room as quickly as she could.
For a couple of minutes, the only sounds were the clanks of spoons against the bowls and occasional crunches of cookies.
Finally, Dad set his bowl on the coffee table, leaned back, rubbed his now full belly, and said, “I’d love to play the detective.”
Happily, I cried out, “That’s great, Dad!”
“I’ll call Henry in the morning to see if he can work out the details.”
Henry is Dad’s agent.
It was a little after 10:00 when I called David Dawson to tell him Dad’s response. He was thrilled and said he would coordinate with Henry.
I clicked off the call and opened my messaging app.
ME: Hey U
I puttered around my room removing and stowing my clothing while reliving the hysterical evening again. They may be my parents and all that, but Rachel and Brodie are two really cool people. I was beginning to think of them more as friends than parents. How weird is that?
A couple of minutes later, I got my message alert.
BRANT: Hey U2
ME: Dad wants to do it
BRANT: Spectacular!!!
ME: I know. I wish I had a scene with him, too.
BRANT: Maybe Harold could put you in the scene where he interviews me in the apartment
ME: Id like that
BRANT: I know – imagine we’re f-ing on the floor and he interrupts us
I laughed just picturing that.
ME: Is this movie a comedy?
BRANT: 😊 😊 What’d he say?
ME: Call me tomorrow afternoon and I’ll fill you in
BRANT: K Night-night
ME: ZZZZZ
I was in bed a few minutes later, slowly stroking my willie, laughing at Mom and Dad while trying to focus on making my willie happy. It wasn’t working until Brant showed up in my fantasy. Mom and Dad were no longer around and Brant and I were lying on the floor of his living room, naked. My hand morphed into his hand on my dick. My dick became his cock held in my palm. Suddenly the dicks were very hard (mine and the one in my hand) and we pumped like crazy until we finally cried out and spunk went everywhere. It practically scalded my pecs and my abs as the sensations of glorious release flooded my brain.
To be continued...
Posted: 08/13/2021