Role of a Lifetime
By:
Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 12
Thursday the scenes with the mob execution and the chase through the mountains near Griffith Park were filmed. Weeks later I saw this delightful still of Marty running for his life to hide out from the killers. The whole sequence comprises the first 6 minutes of the production, managing to carry the movie credits and set up the plot without using any dialogue. It certainly established the movie as a nail-biting suspense flick while setting up a semi-nude and stunningly gorgeous Brant as a powerful leading man.
Friday Brant filmed the scene of Marty calling Aaron from the phone at a 7-11 store to tell him what happened. Late that afternoon, we filmed Aaron arriving at the back of the 7-11 to pick up Marty as he hid behind the dumpster. After a quick embrace, me in a tee shirt and shorts and him wearing only the blue shorts shown above, we jump into the car and skedaddle. After 4 takes, David was pleased so we called it a day.
Saying goodbye to Brant was a bit frustrating as we were in a public place, so we made do with a bromantic hug and each headed home on our own.
Having finished the planned filming in LA, we were given the weekend off and told to report to the studio offices on Monday at 8:00 a.m. with all our gear for our 2-month stay in the remote mountain cabin.
At about 9:45 Friday evening my phone pinged with a text from Brant.
Brant: Hey babe
Me: Good evening
Brant: Good to see you today
Me: You, too. How was the shoot this morning?
Brant: Easy, except I ran a LOT
Me: Burn off that fat around your tummy. 😉
Brant: Shit! No fat on my body!!!! 🙁
Me: Just kidding. Of course you have no fat. You would be considered skinny anywhere but Hollyw.
Brant: Yep. When I retire Im gonna eat every pie and cake in CAL
Me: Share with me!
Brant: As good as you make me feel, I just might
Me: Sweet talker!
Brant: Can’t wait for our next sex scene
Me: Horndog!
Brant: And proud of it!
Me: 😊 😊 😉
Brant: How are B&R
Me: Good. Getting a little busier with interviews and such.
Brant: I have one tomorrow afternoon for People
Me: YouTube ?
Brant: Yep.
Me: Will you talk about Laying Low?
Brant: Not yet. RSW producers still won’t OK that
Me: Will it be live?
Brant: No
Me: Let me know when released
Brant: Youll find it anyway Stalker!!
Me: And proud of it!
Brant: Tired tonight going to shower and crash
Me: OK
Brant: Wish you could wash my back
Me: When we R up north
Brant: Damn Now Im hard
Me: Wish I could help you with that too
Brant: We could do sexting
Me: Nope lets save it for the camera
Brant: UR no fun
Me: That’s not what you said on the balcony the other day!!! 😉
Brant: Fuck! Im hanging up so I can take care of myself
Me: Now I need to, too
Brant: Night!
Me: Talk 2 U soon
Brant: 2morrow
Me: 😊
A little while later, I spent a few minutes imagining what our scenes at the cabin would be like. That kept me horny and hard until finally I took care of myself. With Brant in my fantasies, my orgasms always came quicker and lasted longer than was my custom.
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Mom, Dad, and I spent some extra time together over the weekend, which gave them each a chance to give me a lot of parental advice and some excellent professional guidance, as well. We spent time in the pool, played some cards (Canasta is the family’s game of choice), and chatted a lot.
Brant and I set up a private Zoom call for Sunday afternoon to discuss the stay at the cabin on the lake. We’s been told we’d each have a room in one of the crew cabins (there are 3), but we talked about maybe staying some nights in the cabin where filming would take place. After all, we’d be spending a lot of time in that bed together anyhow. I could tell Brant got a little excited as we talked and, frankly, I had a very nice boner for most of the conversation, too.
As we concluded the conversation, I said, “By the way, bring all the lube you have. We have to last two months. You don’t want to run out.”
“Fu-uck, you are such a temptress!”
I laughed and clicked off the call. As a former boy scout, I had already packed 3 squeeze bottles of baby oil.
Since we would be spending all day Monday on the road and then beginning rehearsals on Tuesday, we weren’t scheduled to actually begin filming until the following Tuesday. In fact the crew wasn’t scheduled to arrive for a week. David, his assistant Tammy, and our Italian chef Gianni would be driving up with us on Monday with Kenny, another cameraman named Max, Cole, another sound tech named Rita, a props assistant named Valerie, Rachoud, and all their equipment coming in a van and a car a week later. It was a bare-bones crew, but from a filming perspective David thought it would work out very well.
The crew was quarantining so that by the time they all arrived at the cabins, we could all safely be in one social isolation bubble. While on location, mail, food and any other supplies (including baby oil if needed) would be delivered twice a week from the studio, which seemed to me a pretty good plan.
Brant had insisted on driving his car, so he and I had the benefit of the red 2020 BMW X5 he had purchased with his advance for Conquering Heaven. David, Tammy, and Gianni rode in David’s Highlander SUV and brought their luggage and a little bit of food to accommodate us for the first couple of days.
By the time we had all gathered at the studio offices, packed up the BMW and the Highlander, taken our last pees, and piled into our seats, it was about 8:40 when we pulled away and headed for the cabins on Clair Eagle Lake. It took us almost an hour to get out of the city heading north on I-5, but once across the San Gabriel Mountains and into the flat Mojave Desert, we made very good time with David’s cruise control apparently set at about 83 mph. Brant and I followed along a couple of hundred yards or so behind the gray Highlander in our own private cocoon.
By the time we had a potty stop at a rest area along the highway, I was feeling very relaxed with Brant. This was actually the first time we had been together without other people for more than a few minutes. Unlike most egotistical breakthrough stars, he didn’t talk about himself but kept asking me questions about my family life and my own meager career. We spent almost two hours focused on me before I finally said, “I want to hear about your life, too.”
“We’ll get to that later, Sky,” he said with his killer smile and a squeeze on my thigh. Then, turning the spotlight back onto me, he asked, “How would you like your career to progress?”
“I never really thought about it,” I muttered.
What ensued was a half-hour discussion about whether I want to be a leading man, action figure, character actor, comedic, dramatic, television, or cinematic actor and if it is best for me to take primarily gay roles or to be as broad with my choices as possible. I thought I could probably eliminate action figure and comedy star as my goals, but otherwise couldn’t really say. We didn’t draw any real conclusions but the conversation was very enlightening. I was very appreciative of Brant’s interest in my career development and his willingness to focus his attention on me like that.
Just before the intersection with I-580 which goes to the Bay Area, David pulled into another rest area where the Highlander circled around to park beside a somewhat secluded picnic table. While staying as incognito as possible, we enjoyed a delicious cold lunch prepared in advance by Gianni. Everything went quite well while we sat eating sandwiches without our masks. To avoid detection, Brant faced away from the public and kept his hands near his face or his face held down toward the table the whole time he had his mask off. When we finished, we pulled our masks back on and walked nonchalantly to the restroom before getting back on the road.
Once we were headed north again, Brant laughed and noted that “COVID masks are a godsend because nobody recognizes you in public.”
I laughed. “I’ve been with Mom and Dad enough when people recognize them that I understand exactly what you mean.”
“Enjoy your anonymity while you can, dude, because 5 minutes after Laying Low is released, every gay guy in America and half the women will have you on their radar.”
“Yeah, that’s what Mom and Dad are telling me, too. I guess that will be a big life change, but it goes with success in this business.”
We drove in silence for a few minutes until Brant said, “Are you ever attracted to women?”
He was certainly shifting the conversation from professional to personal quite dramatically. I thought about my answer to what was actually an important question. “Yes and no. Yes, I find pretty women very easy to look at – Angelina, Anne, Halle, Jessica, Emilia, Scarlett, Blake. But no matter what woman I see, my breathing isn’t affected and I certainly don’t throw a boner.”
“Interesting. You know, since I quit dating and going out in public, I haven’t even seen an appealing woman in weeks. No, months. All my boners have been for you, Sky.”
“Hey,” I squeezed his thigh, “I feel extremely honored by that, my dear.”
“I wonder if you are turning me completely gay.”
I looked deeply at him. “Does that possibility scare you?”
Brant looked very thoughtful for a mile or so before he finally answered, “No, I don’t think the idea that I could be gay really scares me. It would just mean a complete adjustment in my life. I mean, I never had any previous contact with a guy and I never even really considered it. I’ve been attracted to great-looking guys, but not sexually, you know?”
“Yes. Who have you been attracted to?”
“Uhm. Well, let me think. Brad, I guess. You know, no man was ever more beautiful than him in Meet Joe Black or Troy.”
I chuckled. “I’d have to agree with you there. Seven Years in Tibet, too.”
Brant grinned. “Yeah, I would have sucked him off in any of those movies.”
I laughed. This was fun. “Who else?”
“Uhm. Jake in Brokeback and Jarhead. Young Paul Newman. Young Robert Redford. Oh, young Marlon Brando. Ricky Martin. I would probably have let Jamie Dorman tie me up in Fifty Shades.”
“Tell me about it. He’s the only reason to watch that piece of dung movie, but he’s a good enough reason for sure. More!” I demanded.
“Captain America and Superman.”
“Yeah, Chris Evans always sexy. Which Superman?”
“Most of them, I guess. I mean, Christopher Reeve was awesome. Brad Routh, especially Henry Cavill.”
“I fell in love with Henry when I was about 8 years old and snuck a peak at The Tudors.”
Brant laughed as if he was enjoying this game, too.
“Early Colin Farrell,” he added.
“You mean Tigerland?”
“Yes, the waging willie shot!”
“Oh baby! He was great in SWAT and A Home at the End of the World.”
Brant drove along for a moment in silence. “Hmm, maybe I’ve been more attracted to men than I thought.” He turned toward me with a devilish grin. “That commander on Lunar Base 1.”
I laughed. “He is hot, I hear.”
Brant laughed. “Yes, he’s holding his shit together for the long haul.”
“Brodie will be happy to hear you approve.”
“But when I think of these hunks, I don’t get a boner either.” He was quiet for a moment. “Maybe I’m asexual except for you.”
I giggled. “Oh, no! That’s way to much responsibility to lay on me!”
After another rest area stop near Redding, I said, “Okay, buddy, it’s your turn in the hot seat. Tell me about your childhood. I know nothing about you. So, I need people, places, and major events.”
“Okay, if you insist. I was born in Portland, Oregon. My mother is Spanish and my father is French.”
“I can see the French side of you, I think, but the Spanish might be stronger.”
“That’s where I get my pretty dick, I think.”
“Could be. Which, by the way, I am exceedingly grateful for.”
“You know, Sky,” he said in a sultry voice, “if you wanted to, you could just lean down and take my lovely dick into your soft, wet mouth, right now.”
“I suppose if I wanted. But I want our next sex scene to be incendiary, so I think I’ll wait.”
He pushed his beautiful lips into a pout. “You’re so mean to me.”
“Today I’m mean. But when you shoot off deep in my hot ass, you will thank me.”
“Damn! Stop talking dirty to me!”
“You brought it up.” I laughed and gave his straining boner a caress through his pants.
“And you’re keeping it up!”
We both laughed and fell silent for a couple of miles. Soon we exited the interstate to a curvy two-lane road that would take us the last hour higher into the mountains and eventually to the lakeside cabins. The drive was beautiful and romantic and the sun dropped behind the 14,000-foot mountains ahead of us, turning full day into a long twilight as we wound around to the dirt road that took us the last ¼ mile to the cabins. We pulled up to a cluster of three well-kept cabins just before 6:30. As I got out of the car, I noticed the lake stretching behind the cabins with pristine mountains on the other side a couple of miles away. This place was terribly secluded and awesomely beautiful. It was going to be a wonderful home for most of the summer.
To be continued...
Posted: 09/10/2021