Role of a Lifetime
By:
Kenneth Kirk
(© 2021 by the author)
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Chapter 8
When I arrived at Brant’s apartment a few minutes before 8 Friday morning, the door to the apartment was propped open while two lighting techs were moving some light poles and carrying cases through. I waited for them to clear the foyer and then walked into the living room, careful to keep my 6-feet social distancing from everyone.
David saw me and waved me into the hallway that leads to Brant’s room. Ensconced in the master bathroom, the handsome Rachoud was applying make-up on the lovely clear skin of the incomparable Brant Kimber, star of The Royal Sex Wars and Conquerors of Heaven. For a few moments, I stood quietly, just basking in the view of this luscious man I would be making out with for half the day.
Rachoud (pictured) noticed me in the mirror. “What are ya doing, Sky?”
Brant turned slightly to face me. “Good morning, good-looking!” he smiled his Oscar-worthy smile. “Why are you so quiet?”
I think I blushed from being caught thinking about sex with Brant. “Well, I…” I stuttered, “I was just mentally pinching myself that I get to act opposite such a rising star.”
“I know,” Rachoud gushed, “Mr. Brant Kimber is appearing in all the industry rags the past couple of months.” He danced a bit to each side, waving his hands in the air, and wiggling his fingers like flashing lights, all without dropping his scissors.
Brant and I laughed good-naturedly at Rachoud’s antics. Privately, I knew he absolutely adores Brant and had fought hard to get the assignment for our secretive little flick.
“Did you see that 6-page spread in Entertainment Weekly last month? Oooh, Brant, you sure looked handsome and sexy in those photos from Royal Sex and Conquerors.” Rachoud barely breathed before he added with a tsk-tsk and a shake of his head, “I can’t wait to see the spread you two’ll get on this sexy flick. Day-um! They’ll have to rate their magazine X, don’t ya know?” His big grin showed the whitest teeth on the planet matched by his bugged-out eyes.
“You’re a hoot, Rach!” Brant exclaimed before tapping him on the forearm. “Now, settle down and finish my neckline so you can do Sky.”
“Oh, honey, you know I can’t do Mr. Sky. Uh-uh.” Rachoud’s face got somber as he shook his head.
“Now, why is that?” Brant wanted to know.
“Cause if that pretty young thing got a taste of my daddy-stick, why, he’d be ruint forever for any nice white boys.” He grinned as he grabbed his substantial bulge through his trousers.
Laughing loudly, Brant said, “That just might be true, Rach!”
The cute make-up man spent another 5 minutes on our star before he stepped back to survey the results. After a moment of serious contemplation, Rachoud put his hand over his heart and said, “I do declare, Mr. Brant, you are one gorgeous piece of manflesh. Yes, sir!”
“Thanks! Now, torture Sky for a while and let me get dressed for our scene.”
Brant stood, quickly hugged me, and disappeared into the bedroom while I sat down in the designated chair, still warm from Brant’s hot ass. It took Rachoud about 25 minutes to get me ready for my close-up, but he made it fun with his continued prattle about stars rumored to be gay and how happy he was that Brant had taken the risk of accepting this gay role. He leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Fuck, Sky, you the luckiest gay guy in the world get to make out with this stud. Gay men everywhere gonna hate you!” He giggled. “From some powerful jealousy, I mean.”
Rachoud went on to ask if I had heard Rick Cosnett, the actor from Flash and Quantico, had come out a couple of months back. (Actually, I had.) Rach thought Rick one of the dreamiest blondes in town. “Can’t wait to catch him on Grinder!” he concluded.
Eventually, David came in to check up on how we were doing. Rachoud ask for 5 more minutes, which David granted easily. When Rachoud dubbed me “second only to Brant in hotness” I moved into the bedroom, where I found my costume laid out on the bed: cut-off white Levi’s, size 30; turquoise pull-over, medium; white flip-flops; and silky white 2X(ist) bikinis with a wide band in white and blue, size small.
“Rachoud!” I called out. “These bikinis won’t work.”
Rachoud was not only hair and make-up on this COVID-controlled production; he was also wardrobe, props, and script “girl”; maybe some other roles I wasn’t aware of.
He stepped in from the bathroom and touched the beautiful undies. He looked sideways at me and smirked. “Honey, you won’t be wearing these past the first couple of kisses. And when the boys see you in them, well, not one of ‘em is ever gonna forget that moment.”
I wasn’t quite so sure, but agreed we’d try them. When I stepped into them a minute later, Rachoud pulled me over to see myself in the mirror. He turned me from side to front to other side. Then he said, “You see, Sky, you are really hot in these. No mistaken that you was dealt a good hand by the Good Lord.”
“Which they’ll all see for themselves soon enough.”
I finished getting dressed and Rachoud took my arm to lead me onto the set.
Brant’s living room really did look like a movie set when Rachoud and I came in from the bedroom. In addition to the normal furniture, which was being used in the movie, there were tall lighting stands with movie lights hanging in various directions so the sofa and floor were lit in that heightened way necessary for professional filming. Two gigantic cameras were also standing on tripods, carefully placed against the wall so they faced the couch from different angles. A bank of electronics stood between the cameras and against the wall. The spacious room never had seemed small before, but it definitely did with all that equipment in place. Kenny (the cameraman) and Cole (the sound tech) spoke as we passed through the living room.
Brant and David were seated at opposite ends of the dining table drinking from mugs of coffee as they went over some dialogue notes.
“Help yourselves to coffee,” Brant said and waved in the direction of the kitchen. Rachoud and I doctored our coffee to suit our particular tastes and returned to the table.
“Sit on either side of Brant,” David instructed. That allowed our little 3-man bubble to keep CDC-approved distance from him.
We had a table read of our dialogue for the first part of the scene that moves into our floor fuck and the entrance of the detective. Then we discussed the scene and some specific points of the dialogue before David asked if we were ready for our first take.
Brant and I both answered in the affirmative and he said, “Just so you know, we’ll keep rolling to be sure we capture the best footage we can. Feel free to ad-lib and try different inflections, expressions, etc. When we get to the sex, please keep going for a while. We expect to do a lot of editing, but we have to have the raw footage to work with. Everybody cool?”
“Sure,” Brant said.
“Yes, I understand,” I added.
“Great. Places, then.”
When we were both standing on yellow-tape X’s on the carpet, the lights and cameras were adjusted.
We did about 18 or 19 takes of Marty and Aaron discussing the danger of their situation with the mobsters likely gunning for them, trying different emphases, different wording, different expressions, different movements. Each time when we settled on the couch, whispered some loving words to each other, and began kissing, David would yell, “Cut!”
We took a quick break so I could pee, the techs could reset the lights, and Rachoud could mop the sweat off our brows and dab powder on our faces. The next scene would morph into our naked coupling on the living room floor before it ended.
“We’re going to split this up a bit. First, I want you two to make-out and fondle, moan and groan, and generally act like you’re ready to get it on. We’ll run that for a while in one long take and then figure out what portion to include in the final cut of the movie. Just try to get into the kissing and forget the camera is even here. I suggest a long drink of water before we begin. If you need to stop for some reason, that’s okay. We’ll be editing this heavily anyhow.”
Rachoud handed us each a thermal water bottle and took them back when we were done.
So, Brant and I began with a make-out session that lasted so long, it really did feel real. We kissed, nibbled necks, caressed cheeks, rubbed backs, and such as our breathing got more and more disjointed. After a while, when he seemed completely into learning the contours of my mouth with a tongue-braille method, I wondered what percentage was acting and what percentage was real life. As far as I was concerned, there was no need for me to act. All the kissing, cuddling, and fondling was just me allowing myself to do what I very much wanted to do anyhow. Marty and Aaron faded in my brain while Sky and Brant took control. In some of our pressing together, I confirmed this was real enough to Brant to give him a significant boner to match my raging erection.
Finally, David sang out, “Cut!”
Reluctantly, it seemed, we parted, staring deeply into each other’s eyes for a moment before we turned to look at our director.
“Great job, guys. You’ve got Kenny so hot I’m afraid he’s steamed up the camera lens.”
Everybody laughed while burly Kenny blushed to the roots of his receding hair. We all knew he is over 50 with 3 kids and his first grandchild due in a few days. But he had a reputation as a great indoor cameraman, so he was offered the gig. With no work going on in Hollywood at the time, he jumped at the chance. Rachoud brought our water bottles to us and waited with a slight smirk on his adorable lips while we sucked down some needed hydration. Like the perfect gofer, he retreated to the kitchen when we were done, only to return a moment later in his make-up and hair role to tidy us up after our marathon make-out session.
“Now,” David intoned, “We’ll start with making-out and you’ll strip each other with some urgency to get it on. When you’re naked, move naturally to the floor and assume the position. Don’t worry about the state of your genitals. We have a Republican editor who will love snipping them out of the scene.”
After we stopped laughing, we took our places and listened for David’s command: “Action!”
We made out, undressed each other in a variety of ways, and moved onto the floor 7 times before David was satisfied. Of course, you cannot undress multiple times without redressing in between. So, the dressing became a little monotonous, but our boners never faltered through the hour-long process. Each take ended with Aaron’s feet around his neck and Marty supposedly sliding his big ass-buster into Aaron’s hungry hole and then fucking him. In reality, Brant was sliding his dick down across my perineum and down my crack. David let us keep humping away for a couple of minutes each time.
The first take ended unceremoniously when Brant thrust the end of his hard cock right into the floor. He screamed and backed away, quickly grabbing his dick and pulling it against his abdomen.
“Oh, all right, cut!” David said as he laughed.
Brant was not amused. “Hey!” he hollered. “Don’t laugh. I may need the emergency room!”
My beautiful co-star gave himself away when he started laughing, too. Then we all laughed.
“Okay, Kenny,” David said, “you can stop rolling now. That’ll be a classic in the blooper reel.”
“Get dressed for take 2,” David directed as we all tried to stop laughing.
“Would it be okay if I put a pillow under my butt, David?” I asked. That would give Brant 3 or 4 more inches before smashing into the floor.”
“Good idea, Sky.”
“Will that be enough for you, Brant, or do you think we need a high mattress under Sky to give you sufficient room for your stallion dick?” David laughed for at least 5 minutes at that joke.
I felt sorry for poor Brant, but he seemed okay, grinning at me and wagging his quite substantial piece at me in front of David, Rachoud, Kenny, and Cole, the lighting and sound assistant.
For takes 2 through 6, I would grab a pillow off the couch and toss it onto the carpet as I stood up from the sofa. We had no further cock-maiming incidents and found a little added realism by Brant inserting his prong between my ass and the pillow instead of letting it fall towards the floor. I noticed when he humped that way, he got that look on his face men get when they are fucking for real. I think David almost waited too long to yell “Cut!” a couple of times with the result that Brant was edging throughout the shooting.
When David was satisfied with the takes, it was almost 1, so we broke for lunch. Brant and I struggled to get our drippy cocks into our briefs before throwing on some shorts to conceal the goods a little better.
Rachoud and Cole dashed downstairs to the concierge, who had our lunch waiting in a cooler. They returned with the cooler and some grocery bags and put out a nice spread of sandwiches, chips, fruit, and cookies within 2 minutes. While we were making our plates, David got a text from Brodie to say he was in the lobby. David texted for him to come up and he was there in a couple of minutes.
We ate on the balcony with Brant, Brodie, Rachoud and me in our bubble at a 4-top table at one end and David, Kenny, and Cole scattered down the rest of the area. We were fortunate that Brant could afford a 23rd floor apartment with such a huge balcony with an incredible view of the Hollywood Hills, Beverly Hills, and West Hollywood.
After lunch, Rachoud did Brodie’s make-up and touched up Brant and me while the technical crew met with the director on the balcony. At about 2:30 everything was ready for us to begin filming the next segment of the scene, where the detective interrupts the couple blissfully fucking on the floor.
We ran about a dozen takes due to the complexity of moving the focus from Marty and Aaron on the floor to the detective coming in and standing by the door and then back to the couple, them reacting, and leaving to go into the bedroom to get dressed. Each time Brant would insert his boner (still hard and a bit moist around the tip) between my ass-crack and the pillow to resume his simulated sex act. But to his cock, it wasn’t really simulated; it was quite erotic and sensual. I detected a build-up of stress in Brant with each take as he was edging ever closer to an unscheduled release no matter what he might do to try to hold off.
Dad, as the actor Brodie playing the detective, seemed a little distracted during the first couple of takes, but eventually adapted to watching his only son getting ferociously fucked into the carpet each time he made his entrance.
Finally, David was satisfied with all the footage they had gotten into the can and told us to take a break before we began filming the final portion of the scene (when the detective and Marty discuss the situation while Aaron makes and serves coffee).
As Brant and I headed to the bedroom to get dressed, I announced that Brant and I needed about 10 minutes to, “uhm, run some lines.”
I closed the bedroom door behind us as Brant said, “Fuck, I’ve never had a hard-on for so long in my life.”
“I don’t see how you managed to hold back from cumming,” I said.
He stared intently into my eyes with a pathetic, blank look.
“Would you like me to finish you off?” I asked, surprising us both a bit, I think.
He stared at me about ten seconds longer, then nodded and held his beautiful cock out towards me.
I stepped close to him before dropping to my knees. At eye level, his pretty, cut 7 ½” piece was beautiful in its red, angry state. I tried to take a moment to appreciate its exquisite shape and manly firmness, but he didn’t let me. Involuntarily, Brant shoved it between my lips so fast I almost couldn’t get my teeth out of the way in time to prevent a scrape. Thankfully, I am pretty experienced at cock-sucking, so I managed it without hurting him.
“Oh, fucking Jesus!” he cried as his glans pushed past my epiglottis into my throat. I gagged but fought it down and pushed forward to engulf the last inch of his stalk, imbedding him as deeply as possible. I grabbed his ass cheeks to hold us in position (and, I’ll admit, to enjoy touching his amazing ass) while I eased off his cock, took in a sizable snort of air, and shoved his meat back down my throat. This time I was able to hold it there for 8 to 10 seconds while I squeezed it rhythmically with my throat.
“Oh, God!” he shouted as he trembled all over like a flag in an earthquake.
Sensing how incredibly close he was, I grabbed another gulp of air and then swallowed his cock one, two, three times. On the third great squeeze, he grabbed the back of my head and I knew I couldn’t get off this cock even if I was suffocating. Great globs of cum shot straight down my throat as he screamed out, “Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck!” I couldn’t help but be disappointed that I was missing the full taste treat of having the one and only Brant Kimber shooting off in my mouth. But he loosened his grip on my head to allow me to pull back enough to get his final 4 or 5 tangy globs on my tongue. I was quite grateful for that.
After he stopped shooting, I licked the residue of his orgasm off his shaft and ultra-sensitive glans. When I had him as clean as I could, I released his rapidly softening prick and it drooped down in front of me. Brant took a half-step backwards and fell onto the bed.
*******
He lay there looking up at me with a content, satisfied, and slightly mystified countenance. Between gasping breaths, Brant said, “Fuck, dude, I … had no idea a BJ … could be that amazing!” He took a huge breath. “You’re phenomenal, man.”
I chuckled. “As much as I hope that’s true, I think I was helped along a bit by your 7 hours of sex play today.”
He giggled in staccato as he had to breathe before he finished giggling.
“Do you think the others know what we’ve been doing?” I asked with a chuckle.
He sat up and bent his leg at the knee. “Oh, shit!” he cried. He started laughing and said, “I think maybe I was a little loud, huh?”
“You think?”
To be continued...
Posted: 08/30/2021