Role of a Lifetime
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 28

Life settled quickly into a much slower pace than our time spent filming at Clair Eagle Lake.  The first few days, I was unsure how to handle myself.  What did I do all day before?  Before Laying Low.  Before Brant.  We usually texted a few times a day and often talked once in the afternoon and once before bedtime, so I felt secure in our feelings for each other.  However, after being together almost 24-7 for 7 weeks, I missed the visual interactions with him – his handsome face, his sexy body, his various expressions, especially when he would look across a room at me and smile a deliciously intimate connecting with me from a distance.  I missed the tactile interactions with him – arm-hugs, full-on hugs, holding and squeezing hands, caresses on my face, arm, chest.  Of course, I missed the sexual interactions with him – deep kisses, groping his penis, sucking his penis, and more than anything that moment when his erection would stretch open my sphincter and slide deep into me as if taking control of me.  Oh, hell, I missed that!

I tried to play it easy and coy because I wanted him to come to me rather than me going to him.  I needed for him to set the pace, to establish the rhythm of our relationship at this point.  After all, inside I knew I would love to build a long-term, committed relationship with Brant.  We both knew he was not ready to make that choice.  He deserved time to figure things out.  If Brant wasn’t sure how gay he was, then how could he give himself fully to a relationship with me?

Neighbors began alerting one another to strange cars on the street likely to be paparazzi.  We didn’t see any lurking around the house, but apparently our neighbors had to run a guy off their property.  He was found perched in a tree just above the wall between our properties.

Saturday afternoon I spent a while enjoying our secluded backyard swimming pool, just chilling in the cool water for the first time in a couple of months.  It was heavenly and peaceful until I became aware of a mechanical buzzing overhead.  I looked up and found a small drone flying about 25 or 30 feet above me, just hovering for a minute.  I wasn’t quite sure, but I suspected my privacy had been seriously violated, especially since I was lying on a float with my private family jewels soaking up some sunlight.  I immediately rolled into the water and turned my face away.  In case someone was watching me, I began lifting my arm to flip off the drone, but then thought of all those photos I’ve seen with some star looking like death warmed over as they scream and shake their fists at the camera.  No sense giving someone the opportunity to get a photo like that for the front of some scandal rag.  I’d rather my weenie be on the cover of People magazine.  After all, everyone who had $10 or an internet connection would be able to see everything in 8 or 9 months anyhow.

I received several texts or emails from crew members or friends about the press obsession with Brant and me. 

Rachoud: @Bransky is so atwitter about U 2

Andrew: U guys have stirred up a hornet’s nest – #lovelornlinda tweets: Dying over losing Brant to the gay world -- #superhungbobby tweets: Love to get holda BKs ass and Skys when Im done

Of course, that’s a miniscule sample of all the pixels being dedicated to Brant and me.  I found it all amazing and quite terrifying.

At dinner, I shared the drone story with Mom and Dad.  They both agreed it was most likely paparazzi and we would see that photo soon enough in one of the rags.

“I know it’s what I signed up for by taking a part with so much nudity.  Everyone will be able to see the same stuff in the movie, so I guess it’s a violation of my privacy mainly in the timing.”

“There’s nothing you can do about it now,” Dad said.  “But it’s a lesson for you and actually for us, too, that we need to be sure a photo of us would not be embarrassing no matter where or when it is snapped.”

******* 

Sunday evening, after 48 hours apart, I was feeling antsy and slightly depressed at dinner.  When we had settled in the parlor with after-dinner drinks, Dad looked piercingly at me.

“You’re missing Brant, aren’t you?” he said in a gentle, caring tone.

I nodded. “I am.  I didn’t realize how attached I was to him until suddenly he’s not with me anymore.”

“Just so you know, there is always an adjustment after filming ends.  You’ve been with this particular set of people constantly for weeks or months, working on something you all want to make perfect.  Then one day it’s all finished, at least your part in the project.  You might never see these folks again and the void in your life is huge, especially after a lengthy isolated location shoot.  I’ll wager part of your meloncholia is because you miss the others as well as the work and the purpose it gave your life every day.”

“Damn, Dad, you are so smart!”

Mom, always looking for a way to liven up a conversation, smirked and said, “You thought I married him just for his photogenic willie?”  She snarked.

Dad blushed and, in spite of the funk I was in, I laughed uproariously.

“Thanks, Mom, I needed a laugh.”

“Just between us, Sky, Rachel married me for more than my willie, although I’m pretty sure it was one of the top reasons.”

Looking sweetly at Dad and batting her eye lashes, Mom inquired, “What other reasons could there have been?”  I wondered why she was needling him so.

Dad grinned and stepped over to the bookcase, where he selected a photo album and pulled it down.  As he came back to the loveseat where he sat beside Mom, he said to me, “Rachel had many, many reasons to latch onto me.”

“I’m all ears,” she said.

“I was a handsome young working actor coming off a breakout role.”

“Which breakout role, dear?”  I suddenly realized she wasn’t needling him, she was playing the “straight-man” to his comedian.

“The Centurian’s Revenge,” he said as he continued flipping pages in the album.  “I didn’t have the main role; that was Lance Burleson.  Do you remember him, Sky?”

“I think so, Dad.  Didn’t he star in that disaster flick when all the climate change catastrophies hit?  The Year the Earth Burned or something like that?”

“Yes, son.  I think the title is The Year the World Burned, but that’s him.  In The Centurian’s Revenge, he was the head of the guard, the one who wanted revenge because he thought Caesar was not giving him all the credit he deserved for taking and ransacking some villages in the South of France.  I was his lieutenant and he tried to enlist my help, but in the end, I was the reason he failed in a plot to remove Caesar.  It was my first significant role.  Ah, found it.” 

He handed the album over to me open to a page with this on it.

“Damn, Dad!  You’re hot!”

“Did you hear that, Rachel?  I’m hot.”

She smiled.  “I don’t need that picture to tell me you’re hot, my love.”

All my life, I have found my father quite attractive.   I’ve even had a few explicit incestous fantasies over him, but at that moment I felt a stirring in my shorts I really didn’t want to make known to anyone.  It doesn’t get any sexier than the hunk in this picture.

“Uhm,” I said, “what’s the context of this shot?”

“It’s just a publicity still.  I was naked in a couple of scenes while in bed with the daughter of a Plebian and when bathing, but never with my helmet on.”

“This seems awfully suggestive for a suspense thriller or whatever it was.”

Dad grinned.  “I thought so, too.  As far as I know it was only used in a very small size in an ad they ran in the movie section of large cities like New York, Chicago, L.A., and Frisco.”

“You realize those are cities with notable gay populations?”

He drew up quickly.  “I never thought of that.”

Giggling inside, I said, “Maybe a coincidence; maybe a clever marketing ploy.”

“I just wanted you to see that, even with my willie strategically, uhm, cropped, I still had a few other assets available to a blushing bride.”

“Amen to that,” I said.

Mom put her hand on his arm.  “And just to be clear, my dear, lovely as it is, your willie does not make my top ten list for reasons I married you.”

“Hmm,” Dad puzzled with a scratch on his gorgeous dimpled chin.  “I’m not sure if I should be insulted or flattered.” 

Mom giggled like a teeny-bopper.  “Maybe a little of both, Snookums.”

“You are so sweet, Rachel,” Dad said and kissed her.  Right on the mouth.  Right in front of the child!

While they were making out,  I turned the page only to find myself face-to-face with Dad at his absolute finest.  I held up the album so they could see the photo.

“You are so beautiful in this photo, Dad!”

Dad backed away from Mom and looked in my direction. 

Before he could speak, Mom sighed, “That is one of my all-time favorite stills of you, honey!”

“Well, thanks to both of you.  I’m a little uncomfortable being called ‘beautiful’ but I’ll take it as a compliment, as I’m sure it’s intended.”  He held his arms out toward me.  “Enough of this.  Let me have my career history, please.”

Reluctantly I handed it to him.  I could not stand up to be polite about it as I was quite certain my shorts would tent out and announce to my parents that I have the hots for my dad!  Not gonna happen!

While Dad returned the album to its spot in the book shelf, Mom said, “That brings to mind, Sky, that you might want to consider starting your own collection of stills from movies and TV shows.  I suppose nowadays you can do that with digital images, but just be sure you keep everything.  Once in a while, something comes in handy to submit for an audition.”

“Good idea.”

“Also, I think it’s time you and your agent beef up your IMDB page.  You should aim for as many good photos as possible and be sure your biography is rich and interesting.  Of course you can add your incredible parents to the Trivia Section.”

We all laughed.  “There’s nothing trivial about my parents!”

 *******

When I spoke with Brant a little while later, I told him about our interesting conversation and also about Dad’s hot photos.

“How hot?”

“The one shows his beautiful hairy torso all the way down to the top of his dick.”

“That sounds very, very hot.”

“Yep.  I’d say it’s about as hot as you can get without some manmeat showing.”

“I’d love to see the album sometime.”

“I’d like to see the rest.  We’ll have to get you over here when they’re out and we’ll snoop through the album.”

“Any excuse to come see you, babe.”

“I was thinking about that myself and I was wondering if I could interest you in a dip in our pool tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ummmm.  Let me check my daytimer.  Oh, I’m available!”

“You must’ve been looking right at your daytimer.”

“Oh you caught me!  I have nothing on my calendar this week, except my agent is sending his assistant over in the morning to deliver some scripts that have come in since I went on location.  He said more than half have arrived since our interview.”

“Great.  That would suggest our interview didn’t kill your career.”

“Not at all.  Like I said, Freddy was very pleased about the interview and thinks it really boosted my desirability for producers.”

“Did he say how many scripts?”

“Seven or eight, I think.”

“I’ll let Violet know to set an extra place for dinner.”

“Okay with Rachel and Brodie?”

“I can’t imagine it wouldn’t be.  No one else would be on the agenda.  And, you are one of the few people technically in our bubble.”

“There is that.  Do you think there might be time for a nap before dinner?”  I detected a not-so-subtle hint of suggestiveness in his question.

I chuckled.  “If you meant a euphemistic nap instead of an actual nap, then absolutely!  You might even pack your toilet kit, just in case you get invited for a sleep-over!”

“You have such a knack for giving me a boner!”

“Save it for me tomorrow!”

“Good-night, honey!”

“G’night, babe.”

To be continued...

Posted: 11/05/2020