Role of a Lifetime
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 16

Although many of our scenes were not as sexy as that first scene, it seemed to set the stage for the entire 8-week shoot ahead.  Even when we were not being sexual or even physically intimate, the level of loving intimacy between Brant and me was almost palpable every time we interacted.  It seemed a bit magical and made filming every scene meaningful and exciting for me.  Brant reacted in a similar fashion and I had a tough job convincing myself we were not falling in love for real, but only in the context of the filming.

One night David screened Cleopatra for us.  It was the 1962 version starring the luminous Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton.  The two stars had met and fallen in love on the production and it showed in each of their performances, undoubtedly elevating their on-screen passion. 

As Brant and I walked hand-in-hand back to our cabin, I volunteered, “You know, Brant, I think this is one time I would go for the girl over the guy.”

He chuckled and responded, “I don’t think there has ever been a more beautiful woman than Liz Taylor in Cleopatra.  Richard Burton cannot begin to compare with her allure.”

“She was gorgeous in A Place in the Sun, too.”

“Uhm, yeah, I have to agree.”

“Did you know the great tortured homosexual Montgomery Clift once said that Liz is the only woman who ever turned him on?” I asked.

“Really?”

“Yes.  I presume from A Place in the Sun or maybe Suddenly, Last Summer.  They worked closely in both those movies.”

“How do you know all this?  Have you taken a course on Monty and Liz?”

“Nope.  Do you want to know my secret?”

“Sure do.”

“IMDB.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.  Lot’s of great tidbits there.  I find it all fascinating.  I adore Montgomery.  He’s so handsome and so vulnerable all at once.”

“Just like me, huh?”

I laughed.  “You do actually bear a strong resemblance to him – both thin, very handsome, and with that mysterious dark hair, dark eyes thing.”

“Why, thank you!”

“You should.  That’s nearly the best compliment possible.”

“I think it is.”

“Just think.  Somewhere in America tonight, a teenage girl is bragging to her bestie that her hot new beau bears a strong resemblance to Brant Kimber.”

As we started up the steps to the front porch of our cabin, Brant said, “You don’t need to flatter me to make me want to get it on with you.”

“Oh, I know that.  But it’s fun to see your response.”  I dropped his hand and scampered up the steps and into the living room.

 *******

We filmed several scenes of Marty roaming around in the woods to get some air, always with the hint that danger might be lurking.  While he was out of the cabin, sometimes I was seen anxiously looking out a window or perhaps walking around calling his name.

About every 4 to 5 days we would film another sex scene (there were 9 altogether).  Each scene felt a little less like acting and a little more like making love than the one before it.  Brant grew in confidence as he gained experience with topping.  I got very comfortable taking his cock until, after a few times, it felt like a perfect fit, like it was the perfect size to give me the best sensations possible. 

David continued to feel our performances were outstanding and that the quality of footage we were getting would result in a popular and award-winning film. 

By the end of the third week of filming, we were a couple of days ahead of schedule so David was in a very good mood.  On Friday afternoon he held a staff meeting for all of us.  He told us how pleased he was with everyone’s efforts to make this film and how great our attitudes had been.

“I really have to tell you this has been my best experience as a director and I’m grateful to each of you for your hard work, your dedication to the film, and your contributions to our effort.  We are moving so swiftly I think we may be able to complete the filming within another 3 weeks if no problems develop.”

We all cheered the good news.

“So, this morning I called LA and talked with the producers.  They okayed us taking the entire weekend off and even gave me some money to spend for fun.”

“Wow,” Kenny said.

“What did you have in mind?” Cole wondered.

“Well, I was thinking maybe a boat trip on the lake,” David said.

“Cool!” Valerie smiled as she poked Cole in the side.

“Yes!” the cute sound tech responded.

“Is everyone in agreement?” David asked.

Of course, everyone was.  It was exciting to think about going anywhere else as none of us had been off location since our arrival weeks ago.

David grinned and took Tammy into the kitchen for a short conference.  While they were out, the rest of us talked animatedly about what a great director David was proving to be and how much we were enjoying being on the crew.

After a few minutes, David and Tammy came back inside.  Tammy smiled at us and immediately went upstairs while David settled us back down.

“Okay, gang,” David said, “I’d like everyone to feel complete relief from their duties until Monday morning, so I propose that Gianni be banned from the kitchen after dinner tonight until breakfast on Monday.”

“Oh, no, David, that’s not necessary,” Gianni protested.

“Not necessary perhaps, but important to me,” the director replied.

“After dinner I want you to take Tammy into the kitchen and show her the food supplies and what you think we could manage to fix ourselves.  Then, you leave the cleanup to us and take the rest of the weekend to just enjoy hanging out with us in this gorgeous environment.”

“Yes, Gianni,” Brant added.  “We can manage a few meals.  They won’t be as fancy and tasty as yours, but they will be edible.  I suggest we grill steaks one night.”

“With the trimmings, of course,” Kenny said.

“We have all the supplies,” Gianni smiled.  “I was planning a cookout for tomorrow night anyhow.”

“Perfect!” Brant smiled.

Tammy came bouncing into the room again, smiling from ear to ear. 

“Tammy?” David called out.

“A 40-foot party barge will arrive at our dock tomorrow morning at 10:00,” she announced.  “It will carry a captain and a first mate who will be masked and socially distant from us.  We will be on the lake all day and returned to the dock at 10:00 p.m.”

“Does it have any shade?” Rita asked.

“Yes,” Tammy nodded, “most of the deck is covered by a canopy, but it has no sides.  Well, it has safety railings but not solid sides.”

“Does it have a bathroom?” Valerie asked.

“A porta-potty,” Tammy answered.

“Great!  Does it have cooking facilities?” asked Valerie.

“Yes, Val,” Tammy nodded.  “A cooktop, an oven, a small refrigerator, a microwave, and a barbeque grill.”

“Perfect!” Brant said.  “We can have our cookout on board.”

“A sunset dinner cruise!” Cole exclaimed.

“How romantic!” Valerie said.  Cole squeezed her hand in response, which seemed to embarrass her.

“Relax,” Rita whispered.  “Everyone knows and thinks it’s great!”

Yes, I thought, how romantic indeed!

“Brant,” David’s voice cut through my thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Do you want to tell everyone about your appointment on Sunday?”

Brant smiled as all eyes (including mine) turned to him expectantly.

“I’ve been invited to appear via Zoom on Hollywood Weekly.”

“Spectacular!” Rachoud gushed.

“Really?” I said.

“That’s great, Brant,” Valerie said.

“My agent has spoken with the producers of Royal Sex Wars, who have approved my talking about Laying Low,” Brant said with an excited grin.  “As you know, movie theaters are closed, so the theatrical release was cut short.  To make up for that, they cut a quick deal with Hulu and Amazon Prime to carry the show on their streaming platforms for up to 6 months, I think.  I guess ticket sales were very good when it first opened, so for the entire run they made back something like 98% of the costs without any international sales except a couple of weeks in Canada.  At any rate, they have released me from any restrictions on talking about other projects, including Laying Low.”

“I would like to talk with you for a few minutes after dinner about this appearance, Brant,” David said.

“Of course,” Brant nodded.

******* 

After dinner, while Brant was meeting with David,  I walked over to our living room and called home to share what was going on.  Mom and Dad were excited to talk with me.  Of course they wanted to know how filming was going. 

“We’re slightly ahead of schedule and David thinks we’ll be able to finish in 3 more weeks.”

“That’s good,” Dad said.

“It will be wonderful to have you back home sooner than we expected,” Mom said,  “It’s rather quiet around here with just us old folks.”

“You guys are just hitting your prime and you know it!” I teased them.

“I suppose you’re right, honey,” Mom said with no emotion, “after all, your dad is convinced his willie is as photogenic as ever.”

There was a beat of silence while Dad and I processed her unexpected comment.  When we understood her reference to Dad’s willie, we both cracked up laughing.

“I swear, Rachel, even after all these years you keep surprising me.”

She laughed, too, and then added, “See how much more fun we have with Sky?”

“We might laugh more, but there are some other kinds of fun that don’t involve Sky.”

She giggled in her little girl laugh and I envisioned her turning a bit pink.  “Not in front of the children, dear,” she chided.

“So, how do you like the location?” Dad asked, more to change the subject than because he was terribly interested, I think.

“Oh, my God, it’s simply breathtaking,” I gushed.  “Really.  You can see a bazillion stars at night.  The air is so clean and invigorating.  It actually feels healthy to breathe it in.”

“Well, that’s special, isn’t it?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, it’s just perfect.”  I paused.  “And, because we’re ahead of schedule, David is giving us the entire weekend off.”

“That’s great, Sky,” Dad said.

“He’s even providing a party barge for us to spend tomorrow on the lake, from 10 in the morning to 10 at night.”

“Don’t forget your sunscreen,” Mom reminded me.

“Yes, Ma’am.  We’re going to do a cookout for dinner.”

“A sort of sunset cruise?” Dad said.

“Yes.  It’ll be so romantic.”  Oops, perhaps I should not have used that word.

“Romantic?” Mom said with a slight cringe.

“Well, uhm, pretty, you know?  I mean sailing gently on the lake, eating a steak while the sun goes down.”

“Lovely, of course,” Mom agreed.

“Uhm, how are you getting on with your co-star?” Dad asked in an obvious segue from the idea of a romantic cruise.

“Well, …”  It was a bit of a tightrope between hiding the truth and needlessly worrying them.  “Uhm, really quite well.  David is very pleased with our chemistry and says our performances are very realistic and believable.”

“Good,” Dad responded.  “And the, uhm, intimate scenes?”

“Oh, uh, they’re sometimes challenging, but David thinks they will be quite realistic once the editors are done with the footage.”

“How are you getting along with Brant personally?” Mom inquired.

I felt a little exposed with that question.  “Well, uhm, I think, uh, quite well.  We’ve hung out together most of the time.  We jog in the morning and work out before dinner and often walk along the lake in the evening….with some of the others.  Acting together feels really natural.”

“I’m glad you’re getting along so well, Sky,” Mom said.  “Do be careful with your heart.  Even though he’s playing a gay role and seems comfortable with the … intimacy required by the role, at the end of the day he is a straight man.  Don’t forget that.”

“I know,” I said wondering how straight he really is.  “I keep reminding myself not to develop feelings for him because this is all about the movie, about our performances.”

“That’s good, honey,” Mom said.

“But it’s hard to separate the role from reality.”

“Your mother is right, son.  Please protect your heart because you want to be able to work with him anytime in the future without a problem.  Don’t let your heart get broken.”

“Thanks, guys.  You are the awesomest parents in the world.  Kissy-kissy!”

“You’re embarrassing me, Sky!” Brodie laughed.

“Oh, Dad, don’t be so macho!”

We shared a few moments of laughter.

“One more thing and then I need to go,” I said. 

“What’s that?” Dad asked.

“Brant will be appearing on Hollywood Weekly Sunday night.”

“Oh,” Mom said, “we’ll be sure to tune in.”

“He’s been cleared to talk about Laying Low.”

“That will definitely make it interesting,” Dad said.

“Is it by Zoom?” Mom inquired.

“Yes.  Even though we’re in the middle of nowhere, we seem to have excellent internet service.”

Brant came through the door, smiling at me, and holding a couple of beers.

“Well, I gotta go,” I said.  “Brant just came in with a beer for me.”

“Give him our love,” Mom said.

“And tell him we’ll be watching him on Hollywood Weekly,” Dad added.

“Will do.  Love you both!”

“We love you, hon.”

“Good-night, son.”

“Bye.”

 *******

Rachoud, who was in the kitchen on his own cell phone, waved at us as we called out “Good-night” and headed up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, I asked, “How was your talk with David?”

“Great.  He’s excited about my appearance on Hollywood Weekly and wanted to strategize with me.”

“Isn’t he happy for you to talk about Laying Low?”

“Absolutely.  He’s ecstatic about it.  He thinks it will be a big boost to our marketing campaign.  He just wants to create a lot of buzz right now without giving away any details.  He’s hoping I can say just enough so it gets people talking about it and then in my next appearance on HW or whatever show, I can take it a little further.”

“Oh,” I chuckled, “tease the audience.”

“Exactly.  This will be mostly a tease, but I will mention that I am playing a gay guy and that it is a sexy movie.  That’ll be all for now, I think.”

“You guys should give seminars on marketing movies!”

He laughed.  “I’m looking forward to tomorrow on the lake.”

“Me, too.”

“Well, I need my beauty rest.  Are we jogging in the morning?”

“I think so.”

“Okay.  See you then.”

“Good-night, handsome,” I said as I leaned into him for a passionate good-night smooch.

“Good-night, babe!”

I watched his hot ass walk the 10 feet down the hall to his bedroom and then turned to walk the 10 feet to my door.

That night my masturbatory fantasies centered around Brant, as usual, but this time it wasn’t centered on his body and his cock.  I didn’t really envision sucking him or welcoming his fabulous cock into my guts.  No, on this night, my fantasies were about lying naked in a deck chair with him on top of me kissing me deeply and passionately.  As I mopped up the resulting mess, I wondered what that change in the focus of my fantasies meant.

To be continued...

Posted: 09/24/2021