Role of a Lifetime
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 20

Brant and I followed David’s instructions and went to bed early in order to get a good night’s sleep.  I readily admit I lay awake for quite a while choreographing in my mind the way I planned the deflowering of the beautiful Brant Kimber to happen on the set of Laying Low.  He had convinced me he wants this as an element of our performances, but also as an element of our relationship, whatever it is destined to be.

I decided I would take the time necessary to make sure his sphincter is as relaxed and pliable as possible.  It was important to me that any pain he might feel be minimized.  I wanted my man to have the absolute best experience of his life when my cock entered him.

We were up at our usual early time for our run.  I felt a little nervous energy coursing through my veins and detected that Brant was more alert than usual at this hour.  He seemed more energetic than normal and he acted happy as if he was excited by his life.  I couldn’t help but hope that he would feel this good after giving up his cherry.

Our morning filming was relaxed and serene with us standing next to the cabin in some gentle foreplay and making out.  Of course, it wasn’t long before we were both getting erections that strained against our jeans.

Our dialogue came very easily as we were supposed to share how good we felt about each other and about “us” after the harrowing events of the previous day when the mobsters had found us.     David had us improvise and it was great fun to put into fresh words what I was feeling about Brant and hear what he was saying about us.

Holding him close and looking into his eyes for hours had me so horned up I wasn’t sure I could hold off until afternoon for the main event of the day.  David was very pleased with the many takes we had and when we broke for lunch, everyone was excited about the upcoming afternoon shoot.

We drove to the main cabin where Gianni had created a beautiful serve-yourself salad bar with just about anything you could imagine for a salad.  I was glad the lunch was not heavy and I wondered if Gianni had planned the menu with our afternoon shoot in mind.  Knowing how much everyone was working to make the whole production wonderful, I deeply suspected this was not a random lunch.  The amazing chef gifted us with a couple of energy bars to take back to the set “in case a boost of energy is needed this afternoon.”  The twinkle in his eye told me he knew exactly what we would be filming in a couple of hours.

During a break in our morning shoot, I had told David that Brant and I would need an hour after lunch to get him all ready for the afternoon’s action.  At first he looked puzzled, then I think he got at least a general idea.  He nodded and said, “You’ve got it.”

So, when we were finished with lunch, I took Brant by the arm and excused us to the others.  We went to our cabin and up to his bathroom.  I handed him a Fleet Enema box and asked if he knew what to do with it. 

He looked at the instructions and said, “I think I can do that.”

“Be sure to take a couple of extra rinses before you’re done and then a thorough shower.  I want you completely clean for your own comfort and also to make it relaxed and pleasant for both of us.”

“Do you do this?” he asked.

I nodded.  “Every time.”

As he turned to go into his bathroom, I said, “Listen, babe.  This is so you will be open inside and will have room for me.  That will make it a lot more comfortable.  If you do this part, then I will do things to you that you will thoroughly enjoy and that will get you quite ready for what follows.”

He smiled broadly.  “I can’t wait.”

He took about 45 minutes, but when he came out again he looked relaxed and comfortable and fresh from his shower.

Rachoud was downstairs to redo our makeup before we headed back to the set.  The whole crew (David, Kenny, Max, Cole, and Rachoud) were a bit subdued on the ride back, as if they considered what was about to happen as something monumental.  I thought it pretty monumental, too.  Brant and I quietly held hands in the backseat of the van as we drove slowly across the washboard road.

When we got set up and ready to go, David again instructed us to relax, have fun, and do whatever was natural, just be sure to call each other by our characters’ names.

We kissed lightly at first, just reconnecting from the long lunch break.  Cole had put a microphone just above our heads to pick up every utterance allowing us to speak in soft, sultry tones like lovers do.

“You know we wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you, honey,” he said lovingly.

“Or if not for you, babe.”

“I was so scared of losing you, Aaron.  This whole experience, as awful as it’s been, has shown me how resourceful and formidable you are as a man.”

“You bring out the man in me, babe.”

He laughed.  “You’ve really stepped up to take control when the chips were down throughout this crazy affair.  It’s been so comforting to be able to rely on my man to take care of me.  You know?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled as we kissed again.

He pulled my old tanktop over my head.  His voice took on a deep, sexy timbre.  “I need you, honey.”

We kissed some more and our hands began to go everywhere on our heads and torsos.  I unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down across his thin hips.  His erection popped into view in its pulsing glory, brushing against my still-hidden crotch in its sudden lurch to freedom.  He moaned.

Just barely conscious of Kenny’s camera a few feet away, I dropped to my knees in front of Brant.  Gently I took his throbbing, dripping cock into my palm and held it while he moaned and discharged a dollop of precum into my hand.  I looked up at him, locking our eyes, and smiled as I leaned forward with my mouth open and willing, taking him into my throat as he let out an anguished cry.  Gently I sucked his 8 inches, but not for long, as I could tell he was already close to popping.

I rose to my full height and kissed him passionately.  For a few moments our tongues dueled as our bodies melded, then he broke our kiss and backed away slightly.  He smiled suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

Before I could respond, he dropped down and enveloped my cock in his warm, tight mouth as he tried to give me some good head.  I could tell he wasn’t experienced, but just the idea that this straight matinee idol was swinging on my dick had me on a short fuse in seconds.  I enjoyed his efforts for a couple of minutes, but knew I was risking a premature ejaculation if I let this go on.  So, to prevent that, I pulled him to his feet and put my hands on the side of his head, drawing him into me.  His hands went to the sides of my chest and he looked demurely down.

“Aaron,” he said in a voice so full of need I knew he was not acting but speaking his truth, “I need you to take me, to be my man, my safety, my love.”

“Are you sure, Marty?” I asked to give him one last chance to back out.

He grinned nervously and nodded.  “I’m totally sure, babe.”

I kissed him deeply, then spun him around to face the wall.  I kissed my way down his back without hesitation and soon was kissing his butt cheeks.  I pushed against his ankle until he shifted one foot to the side.  I grabbed him by his hips, now starting to kiss the upper portion of the cleft in his buns.  I pulled him back from the wall a couple of inches and he did just what I wanted: he leaned over a bit.  Now I could find his cute little pucker and my tongue began the journey to nirvana.  Brant’s body quivered as he moaned and gasped to these strange new sensations.  With my fingertips I parted his cheeks tenderly and was rewarded with the clean pink of his rosebud almost winking at me in surprise.

Very slowly I pushed my face into his cleft while withholding my tongue from its goal.  My hot breath on his hole made him twitch and cry out, “Oh!  Oh!”  I doubted he was capable of a more coherent statement than that at that very moment.  I blew on his delicate entrance and he quivered almost as if he were spasming.  He gasped loudly and then moaned.  He pushed back at me in that erotic way a bottom has of showing how much he wants it.  As a reward for his growing enthusiasm, I allowed just the tip of my tongue to graze his rosebud.  In a flash his entire body jerked and he screamed out a sensual mating cry that almost made me shoot off right then.  I backed away from my prize for a moment to let him settle down again. 

“Oh, god, babe,” he moaned. 

I took a deep breath and went back in.  This time I didn’t just tease, I licked.  Oh, he tasted so good, like Irish Spring or maybe Zest.  The skin around his opening was smooth as silk with a slight ripple right in the middle.  Now as my tongue stayed against his tender flesh, I could feel the excitement in his body.  I could feel the constant trembling.  I began to gently push against the sphincter and felt its natural response to keep me out.  But it was warm and moist and soon it was pliable and yielding.  Above me, the macho Brant Kimber trembled like a fragile flower in a hurricane.  He moaned and grunted at the same time, which let me say is really hot!  He pushed his asshole against my tongue signaling to me that be wanted more.  And I was ready to give more.

I circled my tongue around his silky rosebud, pushing slightly harder with each circumnavigation of his hole.  Above me he howled like a wolf in heat.  I knew he needed me to fill him, but I wasn’t going to satiate him yet.  No, there was more pleasure before we would get to that.  My tongue pushed until finally the guardian muscle relaxed and my tongue entered him a few millimeters.

“Fuck!” he screamed as his body shook violently.  It took all my concentration to keep my tongue rammed in as he cried and wiggled.  By this time, I went into full tongue-fuck mode to massage his sphincter into complete surrender.  I wanted my first penetration to give him only pleasure, no pain.

While I tongued him, I reached between his legs to find his erection as solid as it had ever been.  He was dripping copiously and I could feel frequent throbs throughout its girth.  I only dared jerk him a few times before I had to back away.

At last I withdrew my tongue and kissed Brant’s ass a couple of times while I found the tube of lube we had put in the grass beside us earlier.  I squeezed a generous portion onto the fingers of my right hand and stood up behind him, my fingers going immediately to his sphincter.  I let the middle finger push against him and jiggle a bit until his sphincter opened in welcome. 

“Ohmigawd!”he cried as he pushed his ass back again.  Of course, that movement opened it more and my finger slipped in to the first knuckle.  As I turned the finger 180 degrees and then 360 degrees back, he writhed upon my finger, gasping for breath, and moaning loudly.  I pushed in to the second knuckle and sawed into him a few times.  As I moved it even deeper, I imagined pushing my finger into smooth, warm flan.  I moved my finger in and then out a few times before I let my index finger join its brother in his moist ass.  Standing now, I put my left hand around his lower torso, enjoying the ridges of his abs against my forearm.  I pulled him up against my chest and held him tightly as I began moving both fingers in and out purposefully.  He threw his head back onto my shoulder and I managed to turn him enough to give him a lopsided kiss.

I could tell his sphincter was relaxing nicely and his need was growing as he began to push back onto my fingers as much as I was pushing them into him.

There was no doubt.  Brant Kimber needed to be fucked.  Nothing would fulfill this need but a man’s cock.  My cock.  Still taking my time, I turned my two fingers to the left and the right, pushed them in, and pulled them back.  For me it was a heady experience to know that I had Brant so thoroughly in my control at that moment.  I took the time to introduce my ring finger to this erotic experience, too.  A three-fingered fuck worked his ass more than it had ever been worked, stretching it to make the way for my turgid love.  I knew he couldn’t last long without cumming under this regimen.

Slowly I withdrew my fingers as my god of love whimpered and shook in my arms.  I took another huge gob of lube into my hand and thoroughly greased up my rod.  I leaned against him so that my cock tracked in his crack as I thrust against him a few times. 

“Please,” he whimpered.

With my right hand I reached around him and grasped his raging boner.  With my left hand I held my cockhead against his sphincter but did not push, withholding his prize even as he pushed back to try to take it in.  I began jerking his cock, listening as his moans and cries crescendoed in pitch and volume until I knew he was only seconds from shooting.  Suddenly I pushed into his pliant sphincter which opened to give me access to his hole as deep as I could go.  Simultaneously with my cock’s initial pass across his prostate, Brant shot.  Cum flew out of his surging cock onto the wall in front of him as he screamed loud enough to scare the squirrels.  His asshole clenched so tightly on my cock I almost came, too, but I managed to hold off.

“Are you okay, babe?” I asked when his spurts had ended and he was quieting down in my arms.

“Oh.  Yeah.”  He gasped.  “I feel so full!”

I pulled back a few inches and then gently pushed back inside.  “Uhm,” I cooed, “you are so tight, sweetheart.”

“God, honey, you are so big.”

“And you, my love, have taken all I have to give.”

Gently, I continued rocking into him, taking my time so he could recover from his orgasm, but not allowing him to come all the way down from the erotic heights.  His gulps of air calmed a bit as I massaged his interior rhythmically.  He bounced with me as I drove into him like we were one being.  I loved that!  For several minutes I slowly opened his ass with my hard cock as his energy level gradually increased.  When I sped up my thrusts, his moans rose, too, in both pitch and volume.

His cock, which had flagged a bit following his explosive orgasm, had hardened again in my hand.  He wiggled and twitched, bounced and quivered, all while moaning and grunting with each thrust into him.  After a couple of minutes more, he started wailing and shaking his head.  “Oh, babe,” he cried, “fuck me!”

I’d never heard a more enticing sound than Brant’s plea.  My thrusts took on an added urgency, the powerful drive to cum fueling a powerful drilling of his bunghole as I moved into the home stretch of this first fuck of this fine man’s incredible ass.

My cries dueled with Brant’s wails and howls as we drove inexoribly toward a gut-churning, mutual orgasm worthy of Eros and Aphrodite.  My balls slammed me as my rockets fired and burning cum raced through my cock into Brant’s hot, moist, clenching ass.  His screams and the pulsing I could feel in his cock highlighted his great orgasm at the same moment.

Brant began slowly sinking as his legs gave out.  I tried to hold him up, but my legs were shot, too, so I simply clung to him as we sagged onto the ground beneath us.  The camera zoomed in on our exhausted, but relaxed faces for a few seconds before David yelled, “Cut!” and the applause began.

To be continued...

Posted: 10/08/2021