Role of a Lifetime
By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2021 by the author)

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Chapter 23

Time moved like molasses in Antarctica for me as we moved through Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday while I waited for my next scene with Brant.  He and I spent an hour or so alone on our balcony each evening and that was time for us to catch up on mundane topics such as how that day’s shoot had gone or what the others were doing as well as to build some tentative future for ourselves.  I wasn’t convinced that Brant had turned gay for me, so felt that whatever romantic relationship we might have, it would eventually be put aside as he moved into a “mature” relationship with the future mother of his gorgeous children. 

He wasn’t as cynical as me, maintaining that he had only minor interest in procreation and that he wanted the best life he could build for himself.  He wasn’t completely sure, but he thought it was possible that life could be the one he would share with me.

“I’m content to just spend time with you and see where things develop for us,” I affirmed.

Chuckling, he leered at me and said, “I can’t wait until tomorrow when I get to make love to you again.”

Grinning, I leered back at him.  “And I will be all douched and ready for my cocksman.”

Finally, Wednesday arrived and the crew loaded up for the short drive to our set.  For this scene, Brant catches me shaving and fucks me standing in the bathroom, then on the tile floor, and finally face down on the bed.  It was to be hot and raw, but loving, too.

Let’s just say filming in the tiny bathroom was a challenge for all of us.  Cole ran the microphone cord against the ceiling, through the narrow door, and out to his sound booth in the hallway.  Kenny, being a rather large man was found not to fit in the narrow space where the camera needed to be, so Max was given that assignment.  David sat on a stool in the doorway while Kenny operated a larger camera aimed at my backside through the doorway.

As usual, David wanted to make several takes of the opening dialogue in the scene and then try for one big finale when the sex happened.  So, Brant was stationed in the hallway to give his initial lines before entering the miniscule room.  These lines had to do with a call Brant had taken on the burner cell phone the detective had given him for communications.  He basically was giving me an update of the progress in the investigation, which had determined who the mobsters were, but not where they were or what their plans were.  After 4 or 5 takes, David was satisfied and we took a short break.  Rachoud touched up my make-up, Kenny and David moved so Brant could get to the bathroom door, and David called, “Action.”

When he finally comes into the bathroom, he spots me and obviously becomes enthralled with the view.  “Damn, Aaron,” he says.  “You are insanely hot!”

With feigned innocence, I respond, “What are you talking about?”

“At the moment I am talking about that tight little ass bending over the wash basin right now.  Damn, babe, I think I need to give it some special attention.”

I grin seductively.  “What, you didn’t get enough last night?”

He comes up behind me, putting his hands on my waist and leaning his crotch into my ass.  “I’ll never get enough of you, babe.”

“I like the sound of that,” I say as he starts sliding my briefs off my body, dropping to the floor behind me.  We had not discussed him getting down behind me like that, so I was a bit surprised.

We ran through that brief scene several times which made each of us hornier and hornier as we went.  By the last time, I was having difficulty acting innocent and Brant was having difficulty not ramming his hard cock right into me. 

At last, David was satisfied.  “Okay,” he said, “let’s do this once more but keep going this time.  Do whatever feels good but don’t forget your characters’ names.”

This time, when Brant dropped to his knees, he reached one hand up to my lower back and pushed downward.  I leaned lower across the sink and parted my feet about a foot more.  That dropped me low enough that my cockhead fell into the warm shaving water and I moaned loudly.  Brant kissed the upper part of my butt cheeks, allowing his kisses to move into my butt trench with agonizing slowness. 

“Oh,” I cried even before he found my rosebud.  Just the thought of what he was about to do almost caused me to lose control. 

And then he pulled my cheeks apart and placed his lips against my ring firmly.  He didn’t have the subtlety of an experienced rimmer, but I didn’t care.  Soon he was pushing his tongue against my flesh and I relaxed.  The yielding of my sphincter was so sudden, it caught him unexpectedly and he stopped with the tip of his tongue ¼ to ½ inch deep.  He wiggled from side to side, adding to my enjoyment, before beginning to fuck me with his tongue.  He continued this for only a couple of minutes to the soundtrack of my whimpers.  The pleasure was extreme but I was glad when he stopped because I knew an ejaculation at this moment would hinder the scene.

He rose up, leaning on my back with his drippy cock against my ass.  “Where’s the lube?” he asked.

I glanced to the shelves beside me, quickly scanning until I saw some Vaseline.  I popped the top off and held it out for him.  “This will have to do,” I grunted.

Brant set to work, greasing his cock and putting a large dollop into my hole.  He paused long enough to run his finger around my sphincter a couple of times, then pulled it out.

“I need you, Marty!” I cried in a strangled voice.  “Please, give it to me!”

Then he was entering me.  I leaned further over and shoved my body backwards until my cheeks landed in his pubes. 

“Ooof!” he said as I moaned.  “Oh, yeah.  Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You feel so big and strong inside me, Marty!  Oh, god, fuck me!”

He grasped my shoulders with sticky hands.  Pulling me toward him a bit, my back arched and I felt his dick slide in even deeper.

“Oh!” I screamed as I began moving on his cock.  Very quickly I set up a fast and hard pounding of my own ass.  I had a random thought that this ought to be a very erotic flick, but that thought was gone by my next thrust as my motives were not about acting but about maximizing the vast power of this fuck.  When I finally paused my thrusts, he picked up the rhythm as though it were choreographed.  He pounded my ass, crying out “Oh” with each full penetration.  By this time, I was moaning continuously like an alley cat in heat.  My dick was so hard now, it had risen out of the shaving water and dripped precum into the water without stopping.

“Get on the floor,” he ordered me as he pulled his sword from my scabbard.  As we started to move, everyone realized that my head needed to be right where Max’s feet were, so we had to delay while he got out of our way.  He wound up lying across the hall with his head just inside the bathroom and the camera held out in front of him.  Above him, Kenny was aiming down onto Brant’s back.  When we were all in position, Brant rolled my legs back and entered me again. 

I moaned and whimpered, tossing my head to and fro as my lover drove relentlessly into my center.  We tried to lock our eyes together, but we were both moving so much we couldn’t hold the look.  My rock-hard dick strained and dripped into my belly button.  I took hold of it and started pulling it in time with Brant’s thrusts.  After a minute or so, my body crossed over that line that determines that an orgasm will happen, no matter what. 

“I’m cumming!” I screamed as jets of pure white sperm shot over me like rockets, only to fall to the rugged terrain of my abdomen a few seconds later.  He held still inside me at maximim depth while my 8 to 10 shots went off.  He grinned down at me as I stared exhausted into his eyes.

“That was impressive, honey,” he said with obvious admiration.  “I don’t know if you noticed, but I have not cum yet.”

Catching my breath, I looked seductively at him and said, “We can take care of that any way you want.”

“Uhm, you get so agreeable when you have a cock in your ass!”

That was not a scripted line, but it had a definite bit of truth as well as flirtation to it.  “So, how do you want it?”

“I’d love to pound you into the mattress.”

“I’d enjoy that!”

We stared into each other’s eyes for a couple of seconds before he finally moved to pull his cock out of me and help me up.

Rachoud brought a towel so I could wipe the cum off my neck, chest, and abs while the crew shifted to the bedroom for the remainder of the scene.  Rachoud brought Brant and me some water bottles while the cords were moved and everyone got into position.

“Okay,” David said, “are you guys ready?”

I looked down at Brant’s greasy purple cock.  It had drooped a bit from earlier, so I said, “Give us a moment.”  I took his cock gently into my hand while I leaned in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss.  Within about 30 seconds, he was boned up quite well.  “Okay!” I called.

“Action!”

Brant shoved me through the doorway into the bedroom and tossed me face down on the bed.  He crawled up between my legs, which he pushed further apart.  His body lay across my butt and lower back and I felt his cockhead against my straining sphincter.  He didn’t waste any time shoving right in to the hilt. 

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I moaned as he pulled back and slammed into me.

He pounded me relentlessly for 5 to 6 minutes before stiffening, screaming, and shooting into my waiting recepticle.  He lay within me for a couple of minutes as we each gulped air.  At last, he said sweetly, “Thanks, babe, that was nice.”

It was said like I had handed him a cup of coffee and I found this deadpan tone quite funny.  I laughed, which is always sexy when you have a semi-hard cock still in your chute.

Brant started laughing with me and soon we dissolved into gales of hearty laughter.  I wasn’t sure until later if this was caught on tape, but Max told me that evening they had captured it.

As Brant and I laughed hysterically, I felt his rod taking new life, solidifying in my warm moist incubator and coming into full life.  “Oh, babe,” he cooed as he began thrusting gently inside me.

“Take your time,” David said as he began quietly hustling the crew out of the room.  When we were all finished, we found the door closed and everyone waiting for us in front of the cabin.

For a few minutes Brant kept my face in the mattress, but then he turned us over so he could look into my face.  I liked looking into his face, too.  As he established a rigorous pace to bring us pleasure again, I reached for my cock and brought it along with my trusty hand.  This time, when my nuts popped, the clenches of my hole brought him off within seconds.

We stepped back into the bathroom to wash up a bit and redress.  As we tended to this business, we talked briefly about how indulgent the crew was and how polite at giving us whatever time we needed before ending our session.

When we walked out the door into the yard, hand in hand, we were greeted with another rousing round of applause.

“Damn!” usually-quiet Max spoke out.  “You guys are unbelievable!  I’ve never seen anything like that, especially from so close.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Brant said.

“I got the most amazing side shot of your orgasm, Sky!”  His face registered admiration and joy at what he had seen.

“We might have to edit that out,” David chuckled.

“Say, can we get an unedited version of all these scenes?” I asked.

“Probably,” David nodded.  “I’ll have to check with our Legal Department.”

To be continued...

Posted: 10/22/2021