Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2014 09:37:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aaron 7

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                                             Aaron

                                        by Macout Mann



                                             VII

                                        Making a Movie


When we slept, Mark and I slept soundly, but we woke up for more sex a
couple of times.  We were totally relaxed.  Then morning came.

Mark made coffee, then woke everybody up and said he would fry bacon or
sausage and scramble eggs for anybody who wanted them, but there was orange
juice and doughnuts for anybody who didn't.  He said that we needed to put
something on, because the cleaning service would be here sometime—you
never knew when—and for appearance sake, we needed to muss the beds that
hadn't been slept in.  "The cleaning ladies are used to seeing what's left
of "wet dreams" though, he laughed.

During breakfast Mark said that the video director would be by to talk
about the movies we'd be making, then we could hit the beach `til lunch.
Not to forget the sunscreen.  There was plenty in the bathrooms.

He also said that the film crew was staying in a cottage a few hundred feet
down the road, and that's where the interior scenes would be shot.

We were just finishing breakfast, when the cleaning crew arrived.  There
were three of them.  Middle aged ladies.  They made quick work of washing
the dishes, making the beds, vacuuming, making sure fresh towels were put
out, and there was enough stuff like soap and toilet paper where it should
be.  We went out on the porch and shot the shit, while they worked inside.

Just as they were leaving, the movie director walked up.  I was shocked
that it was a woman in her thirties.  Pretty good looking, too.  She said
her name was Caroline.

She explained that they intended to shoot three videos, starting this
afternoon.  They'd do the exteriors each afternoon, the interiors in the
evenings.  They'd be using three cameras, so they were hoping to do most
shots in one take.  There would be dialogue, but we didn't have to worry
about how we said our lines.  The surf would be too noisy anyway.  They
would have voice over actors lip sync what we said back at the studio.

Then she asked which were Aaron Rose and Jerry Mason.  We held up our hands
and said which was which.

"You will be in the video we'll shoot today," she said.  "Aaron, we'll
start with you walking down the beach.  Jerry will come up to you and get
you to agree to go with him to fuck an older guy for a hundred bucks.
You'll both go up to the house and walk in.

"Tonight the john will show up.  He'll be played by one of our crew.  You
and Carol will mess around for about twenty minutes, Aaron, then he'll pay
you.  Not for real of course.  Then you and Jerry will get together for
another ten or twenty minutes.  Then it'll be a wrap.  I'll give you your
lines before each shot.  Clear?"

"I guess," I said.

"Clear," Jerry responded.

"See you this afternoon," she said.

After she left, we were all getting ready to hit the beach, when Mr. and
Mrs. Estes arrived.  We spent a few minutes with them until Mark said we
had been about to go play in the surf.  Mrs. Estes said that the caterer
would be here at noon.  That would give us a couple of hours.

We repeated the grab ass routines from the evening before but without
shedding our gear, then headed back in time to shower before lunch.

Lunch was Nova Lox and Cream Cheese on Bagels, garnished with very thinly
sliced purple onion and capers.  The kosher smoked salmon was the best I'd
ever tasted.

After lunch it was time for Jerry and me to be movie stars.  The other guys
continued to play around down the beach a ways.  If they got into she shots
it would appear that they were just some other dudes enjoying the beach.
The crew all wore caps like the cameraman that came to Mark's rec room that
time.  And they all wore chambray shirts with "Fashion Films" stitched over
their hearts.

They didn't waste time.  All three cameras were hand held and mounted on
steadicams.  The first shot was a long shot of me walking down the beach
directly toward the camera.  Then, Jerry walked into the shot from the
other direction and stopped to talk to me.  At this point, I was standing
with my back to the ocean, Jerry facing it.  A crew member set a reflector
up that threw sunlight back toward Jerry, so his face wouldn't be in
shadow.  Then Caroline explained that one camera would be facing me, one
would be facing Jerry, and one would have a "two shot," so that the scene
could be edited any way the shots worked best.  The cameras facing us were
angled so each was just outside the view of the other.  She would give us
our lines as the scene progressed.  It would be edited so that what she
said was cut out.  The dialogue would appear to progress normally.

"First Jerry, you say, `Hey, dude, you want to make some money?'

"Then Aaron, you say, `Doing what?"

"Jerry, `Fucking this guy I know.  It's worth a hundred bucks.'

"Got that?" she asked.

We both nodded.

"O.K. guys, roll `em," she called.

"Action."

We said our lines.  Given our acting ability, it was good that they were
going to be lip synced.  After Jerry said "a hundred bucks," the cameras
continued to run, while Caroline gave us more lines.  After she had been
edited out, this is the way the scene would continue:

"That's a lot of money.  Why me?"

"He says he's tired of my dick.  Wants me to bring him a new one."

"I'm game."

"Cut," Caroline shouted.

The next shot was of the two of us walking away from the camera up the
beach and then on Caroline's cue, turning away from the ocean and walking
out of the frame.

We then took a break, while they moved everything over to the cottage where
the crew were staying.  The last shot was of Jerry and me walking up to the
house and going in.  The whole operation had taken less than two hours.

Almost at once the dude who had handled the reflectors started repainting
the front door of the house.  Caroline explained that for each video, they
would change the shutters, the furniture on the porch, and the color of the
front door, so it would seem like a different house.

Man, I was learning a lot about show biz.

We went back to the beach.  The tide was just coming in, so we frisked
around for a while, letting the waves knock us off our feet.  Then we
headed back to the cottage and spent some time with Mark's parents.  They
were going to have dinner with their friends at the resort again.  So that
left the five of us waiting around for the caterer to bring us something.

The something turned out to be Oyster Loaves, the granddaddy of po-boys.
Sub rolls were hollowed out, coated with melted butter and toasted, then
filled with thinly sliced dill pickles and fried oysters topped with a
creole seafood sauce.  The breading on the oysters was crisp and spicy, but
the oysters themselves were soft and really tasty.  The caterer said they
were Bon Secour oysters, the finest from the Gulf Coast.

The other guys wanted to come with Jerry and me to watch our shoot.  The
crew was all set when we arrived at the other cottage.  It was more of a
cottage.  The dude that set up the reflectors earlier was there dressed
only in a white Speedo.  I learned that his job title was Key Grip, but on
a small crew like this he would not only assist the cameraman with setups
but do other jobs, like painting doors.  Now he was to play the john.

Before Caroline explained the action to us, I asked her how she got into
the movie business.

"Oh, I started out as an actress—we do straight porn too—and thought
I'd become another Linda Lovelace.  But I got tired of having my pussy
punched on cue, so I got into the off-camera end."

She then explained that one camera would cover the overall scene, the
second would cover the action from another angle, and the third would do
close ups.  The scene would start with Jerry and me, then Carol would come
in and be introduced.  I would pull his Speedo off, and from there we were
on our own.  Jerry was to be closely watching what Carol and I were doing.
And I was to fuck Carol, making sure that some of my cum spilled out of his
ass when I came.  He would say "thanks" and pay me, then he would pull his
Speedo back on and go out the front door.  For the first part of the scene
she would give us lines like she did this afternoon.

The scene went off without a problem, and Caroline seemed very pleased with
how the impromptu fuck went.  Their tenting swim gear showed that Mark,
Anthony, and Ben were appropriately excited.  Tony had even pulled his dick
out for some extra playtime.

The last scene involved sex between Jerry and me.  He was to say he was
horny too, and things were to proceed from there.  It was an easy take.  We
just did what we'd done many times before.

Caroline thanked us and told the others she'd see them tomorrow.  We all
went back to the cottage.  Jerry and I flopped into my bed.  The other
three guys went to Mark's room for fun and games.  I was too tired to do
anything and Jerry was right behind me.  He spooned me while we drifted off
to sleep.

At about five, however, I was awakened by his blowing in my ear.  When he
felt me stir, he said, "I need your ass, Aaron."

"Be my fucking guest," I answered.

I wasn't very helpful, as he prepared to fuck me.  There wasn't any
passionate foreplay.  I continued to lie on my side, and he stuck his dick
up my ass and gripped my chest in a hot embrace.  I was as close to going
back to sleep as someone can be while being fucked.  But he was getting his
jollies.  I remember when he got off, but not when he pulled out.

Everybody needed a shower when we got up two hours later.  We were still
fixing breakfast when the cleaning ladies arrived.