Role of a Lifetime II
By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2023 by the author)

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Chapter 7

Ah, 2022 had arrived!

Soon, Brant, Hector, and the remainder of the crew for Mariel to Miami hopped their flights back to Florida.  My last couple of weeks of filming on The Gay King were completed.  Harold Gillespie completed the initial script for Living Large and David Dawson, Tammy Emerson (David’s assistant), Harold Gillespie, Anita Jordy (the casting director), and Mark Powell (her assistant) began accepting and viewing the audition tapes for the “third man” in our story, Ricky Last-Name-TBD.

The GLAAD Award nominations were announced, much to our pleasure.  Laying Low did very well, garnering nominations for Best Film, Best Director, Best Actor (Brant), and Best Supporting Actor (me).  It was my first nomination for any award except a student acting award at UCLA.  I was thrilled for all of us.  Brant was still in Miami, so we had a long and enthusiastic Facetime call to celebrate our nominations.  Luckily, I was headed for Miami soon.

After I was released from my duties to The Gay King (except for voice-overs, interviews, and appearances), I flew to Miami to visit my husband for a long weekend.  Brant and I spent Friday evening having wild and crazy sex as we reconnected after three weeks apart.  Saturday, I hauled my sore but satisfied ass out of bed to join some of the cast members for brunch.  When we arrived at the Oceanside on South Beach, we were greeted with the sight of Roberto Ureña, Hector Uvalde, and Pedro Lorenzo on the red sofa in the lobby.  My, oh, my, what a lot of Latino machismo was on display there!

These guys were all as nice as they were handsome and sexy.  As the token blonde in the group as well as the “new meat”, I got more attention in a couple of hours than I had had since New Year’s Eve.  We had a great time together but, at the end of the meal, I wasn’t sure if they had been a little star-struck or were flirting or were just being nice.  Hmm.  Part of me hoped my career had grown to the point to explain their fawning over me as just trying to get close to a star.  Part of me hoped they were all wanting to get into my pants.  And part of me just wanted them to be nice guys who would treat any friend of a friend that way.

Saturday evening Hector brought two good friends who are not in Mariel to Miami to dinner so they could meet us.  Brant snapped this photo of gorgeous William Aragon (L.), Hector, and sexy Miguel Herrán (R.). 

When I recognized Miguel as my idol from the Spanish TV shows Elite and Money Heist, I let out a decidedly un-starlike gasp as I screamed, “Oh, my god, it’s Miguel Herrán!” 

To his credit, the handsome Miguel laughed and screamed, “Oh, my god, it’s Sky Ford!”

The Spanish star and I embraced while all the others howled with laughter.  When we parted, Miguel screamed, “Oh, my god, it’s Brant Kimber!” before pulling my husband into a tight embrace.  Miguel insisted he sit between “these hot American lovers” at dinner, where I embarrassed myself giving him the third degree about what it was like kissing the spectacular Spanish actor Álvaro Rico in Elite. 

Miguel smiled and said, “Álvaro is quite a hot guy, no?”

“Fuck, is he ever!”

“He and I and Ester Espósito had a great time with our scenes.  The three-way vibe was considered very sexy by straight and gay people alike.  I wasn’t dating either of them, so the kisses were just a lot of fun but not romantic.”

“I dearly loved the gay couple in the show, but I have to admit that you and Álvaro’s scenes were the hottest to me.” 

He chuckled.  “I did find it a little exciting, too, because I knew how hot it would be for the fans of the show.”

“Perhaps it’s partly the forbidden aspect of the three-some, no?” Hector suggested.

“Speaking of hot scenes, Sky,” Miguel whispered, “You and Brant have set a very high bar for sexy in the movies.”

“You think?”

“Díos, for sure!  Laying Low is the best erotica ever to come out, dude.”

This comment made me wonder just a bit about Miguel’s preferences.  “Do you really think so, Miguel?” I asked in a low, sultry voice.

“Oh, shit, hombre, that movie turned me on, big time!”

Well, that’s nice to hear, I thought.  “I’m honored, amigo.”

Miguel chuckled and turned back to the table’s main conversation, leaving me still questioning where on the Kinsey scale my new crush might lie.

I don’t remember the other conversation from dinner, except that Miguel and William were both very complimentary about Laying Low as well as Brant’s work in Royal Sex Wars and Conquering Heaven and my work in Lunar Base 1 and Stronger Than Ever.  Their positive comments and obvious appreciation of Laying Low made me feel very comfortable with both of them.

The whole evening made me feel incredibly alive, connecting with a star I had not previously met, spending time with our friend Hector, being with Brant, and meeting the gorgeous William.  Somehow, in spite of how much sex Brant and I had had the night before, I was, as they say, “hot to trot” from our evening with the trio of hot Latinos.

When we got back to Brant’s room, I practically tore his clothes off him, threw him down on the bed, immediately spread his cheeks, and began devouring his glorious rosebud.  I decided later that I was a little too fast for him as it seemed to take a while for him to really get into the right space to want what I was so freely giving – or perhaps forcing.  Finally, he began moaning and twitching.  His sphincter relaxed and he ultimately cried out, “Please, babe, stop teasing me.  Fuck me!”

Which, naturally, I did.

I stuffed his gorgeous hole with my drippy, needy, hard, and ready cock.  Oh, he was ready alright as I sank right in until my balls were tightly pressed to his perineum.  Damn, he felt so good inside!  I pulled back several inches before slamming back into him.

Brant cried out, “Just like that, babe!”

So, for 6 or 8 minutes I fucked him quite soundly, taking my pleasure from my husband while hoping I was giving as much pleasure as I was taking.  When I felt the need to cum building up, I slowed, stopped, and pulled out.  I rolled Brant onto his back and pushed his legs over his head as I inserted my love-machine as easily as if I was putting it into a big bowl of pudding.  Soon, I was leaning over Brant, holding his thighs back with my shoulders as I pistoned into him about once per second.  This time I did not stop as my body approached orgasm. 

My breathing came in staccato bursts and my eyes closed as I squinted with the extreme pleasure.  Apparently, Brant read my physical changes as previewing my orgasm because he reached out for his own dick as he started to stroke in sync with my forward thrusts.  Quickly, his moaning became loud, passionate, and insistent.  He screamed and creamed a second or two before I shouted and shot the first of many wads of cum into his warm, tight, wet, and wanton hole.

“What got into you?” Brant asked when we were taking our post-fuck rinse.

“I’m not sure,” I grinned.

“I think it was spending time with those hot Hispanic boys today,” he suggested.

“Hmm,” I thought, “you’re probably right, at least partly.”

He was quiet as he washed my back.

“Is that a problem for you?”

“No-o,” he said slowly.  “Just, please don’t forget who your daddy is.”

I turned around to face him.  “Never, ever, ever, my love.”

He grinned before he kissed me. 

********* 

We indulged in a room-service breakfast in bed before facing the day.  Reflecting on how excited I had been after our dinner with Hector, Miguel, and William, I realized there is a bit of danger in the sexual interactions we will be having with our new co-star in a few months. 

“Brant,” I said, “are you going to be okay with the sexual aspect of filming on Living Large?”

“I will be okay, honey.”  He finished chewing his sausage.  “I know we’ll be naked with a very sexy man, whoever he turns out to be.  I know we’ll be kissing and fondling him and him us.  I know we will probably have actual sex with him, too.”  He sipped his orange juice.  “And I’ll be okay with all that as long as we maintain our commitment to each other and I stay number one to you.”

“You’ll be my number one when I’m 95 and living in the nursing home, sweetheart.”

He giggled.  “And you’ll always be my number one.”

After breakfast, he said, “You know, Sky, I have not seen Elite.  Would you show me the scenes of Miguel kissing Álvaro?”

“Oh, that would be fun,” I said.

We turned on the TV, opened up Netflix, and clicked on season 1 of Elite.  I fast-forwarded through a lot of the episodes and found the scenes that portrayed the threesome of Polo, Carla, and Christian.  Brant agreed they were very hot together. 

“Maybe we ought to watch more examples of threesomes in the movies before we begin work on Living Large,” he suggested.

“Good idea!”

By the time we had finished the arc that included Polo and Christian’s (Álvaro and Miguel) connections, Brant was also intrigued with the budding romance between Aron Piper’s Ander and Omar Ayuso’s Omar.

“When I get home, I want to watch the whole show,” Brant said.

“With pleasure,” I agreed.

“But right now, I need to take care of this erection you’ve caused,” he whispered in a sultry voice.

“With pleasure,” I reiterated.  Before he could take another breath, his glans was nestled against my epiglottis as my throat began pulsing on his hard stick.  A few minutes later, he gifted me with some of the tastiest jizz imaginable.  I swallowed every oozing drop of it!  I love married life.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/17/2023