Prologue:
As the story shifts to Southern California, Doug Di Marco
is living
in L.A. with his folks while he starts his directing career in
film. His
partner, Brent Williams is still in the U.S. Navy in San Diego
while
exploring acting opportunities in his spare time. The other couple,
Ltjg. Mike
Cole and Airman Dave Swenson, are also still on active
duty and
have found a home in San Diego that they share with Brent.
A powerful
influence on the careers of Doug and Brent is Sam Barron,
Senior
Partner of Creative Artists Management – CAM – in Hollywood.
He and his
personal assistant/lover, Chuck Barnett, re-enter the picture
in Part 1.
DOUG
1996 was a hurricane of activity for Brent and
myself. By mid-year, Brent – now Brad Williams, officially named SAG member –
had finished his small speaking roles in “Titanic” and “Confidential.” I was especially pleased that the Director’s
Assistant position allowed me to learn and also contribute to the
post-production and editing process of “Confidential.” Being Sam Barron’s man
can open a lot of doors. But after that, you must produce. Both the Director
and the Assistant Director were very encouraging and assumed a mentor’s role.
Creative Artists Management assured me that I would definitely be an AD on an
independent film scheduled for a fall shoot.
Sam’s office arranged for Brent to take a
supporting character role with substantial dialogue and some juicy dramatic
scenes in a play at the La Jolla Playhouse. Previously only performed in
workshop at the Steppenwolf Theater in Chicago, the play was the West Coast
premiere of a new George Furth drama that might have legs for Broadway. And,
while a New York cast would open the play on the ‘great white way’, Brent would
benefit from the attention of the California press and the playhouse production
reviews. The two-month run would occur from July 11 to September 5, closing
Labor Day weekend.
I arrived the day before Dave’s 22nd
birthday event on the Fourth of July. Dave had given me my own set of keys and
security code to his house. In that the Fourth fell on a Thursday, the studio
closed late Tuesday. Editing of “Confidential” would resume on Monday, July 8.
In addition to relaxing in San Diego and enjoying the incredible Swenson
hospitality, I helped Brent by running lines for his new play, “The Pleasure
Was Theirs,” the entire weekend.
“Remarkable,” was my immediate reaction to the
remodeled house. The interior designer was able to create comfortable spaces of
understated masculine luxury around the incredible art that originally was in
Dave’s St. Paul home. Entering the den for the first time, I recalled the
western art on the walls first seen in the Gull Lake “cabin” when we all
visited last fall. I was blown away to learn that the two oil paintings were
George Russell originals. A small Albert Bierstadt Hudson River landscape was positioned over the
desk. The art, furniture and antique
collections were a lasting tribute to Dave’s deceased parents. The final
appearance was also a testament to Mike and Dave’s collaborative decisions.
For the next three days, the “Fab Four” made
up for being away from each other. Brent and I were cuddling before an early
Friday evening of affectionate coupling when we heard from the master bedroom,
“Oh fuck, Mike…ahhh…drill me with that big cock…oh…” We both became hysterical
at Dave’s verbosity and Mike’s unintelligible groaning. But we both got hard
immediately. The vision of those two hot hunks going at it was difficult to
ignore.
“Hey, Brent, you ready for me to ‘drill’ you?”
I hoarsely whispered.
“Only if we can put on an audible show for the
guys,” he replied with a snicker.
“Let’s just put on a show for ourselves.” I
leaned down and kissed his genitals before moving further below, leaving a
trail of saliva, until I reached his wrinkly rosebud. After maneuvering my
tongue around and in this familiar territory, I grabbed the Wet and generously
applied lube on our twitching cocks and, while rotating my fingers, traveled up
his warm chute to stretch it.
Being together for the last two years allowed
us to become familiar with each other and anticipate each other’s movements.
Brent automatically raised his legs and wrapped them around my shoulders and
helped guide me into him. After a series of intentional pauses and oral
exploration, the act of passion was consummated and enjoyed by two who loved
each other deeply.
BRENT
The Fourth weekend was a terrific reunion for
all of us. Mike and I had patiently worked with all the construction trades on
the remodeling project so that it was completed before Dave returned July 1. To
see the reaction from Dave when he returned was worth the price of admission.
This was a rebirth of a home and nest he had lost. To share it with such a
remarkable partner was the link many never find. For me, to be included as a
roommate and friend provided a safety anchor in this new city that was very
special.
My partner, and soon-to-be Assistant Director,
Doug Di Marco, was able to visit frequently. With the two-hour L.A. commute
time, if you drove early morning or late night, getting back and forth wasn’t
difficult. Except for a few re-shoots, the film was a wrap. With an editing
schedule that required Doug to be at the studio by 7:00 a.m., we would
frequently go to bed early so that he could leave by 4:30 a.m. I would do the
reverse commute to L.A. and back whenever possible.
Sam Barron and Chuck Barnett came down to the
La Jolla Playhouse for the Tuesday, July 9, preview before the Thursday opening
of “Pleasure.” Sam, Chuck and I were planning a late dinner after the show,
with Brent. They were staying overnight at the Valencia Hotel in La Jolla.
The ‘house’ was peppered with many of the
Hollywood press working on early deadlines, agents, studio representatives, and
network executives looking for new talent. This group religiously traveled down
to La Jolla to scope any new talent or material. Tonight was no exception.
The leads of the play were the fiancée and the
older man. The supporting cast characters included her parents, another young
man who turns out to be the older guy’s ex-lover, and me. ‘Well,’ I thought,
‘George Furth is not one to write about uncomplicated relationships.’ With the
exception of a few lighting mis-cues that were noticed only by the cast, the
play went off smoothly.
My character was a young lover, jilted by his
fiancée for an older man. I appeared in a few short scenes in the first act,
but became more prominent with plot-defining lines through act two. I could
hear gasps from the audience when we acted the abrupt, violent, dramatic
moments toward the end of the play. As the final curtain was rapidly lowered,
we all scurried back for first curtain calls, nervously aware that the theater
was silent for a few moments too long. Then, like a tsunami wave, the audience
broke out in loud applause and cheers. When the curtain was brought back up, we
waited momentarily before returning to the stage. First, the two actors playing
the parents came out to take their bows. Next to the stage apron was the young
man playing the gay ex-lover. All received enthusiastic applause. I next came
out, wearing the blood-soaked 501’s and an unbuttoned shirt that was my final
costume. The audience stood up, and an ovation broke out with energy and
excitement. I was astounded at the reception. The supporting cast turned and
applauded the two leads that entered from opposite sides of the set, one at a
time with the woman being last. The ovation maintained the same level as my
applause. We were all grinning and taking bows.
The supporting cast left the stage for the
audience to honor the leads. After the leads exited, the supporting cast
returned to step forward. A large surge of applause swept through the theater
again when I took my turn. Several of the audience started simultaneously
chanting, “Brad, Brad, Brad…” I smiled, but was a little nervous at the
reception. Looking at my cast members, each applauded and stepped back. I took
a bow and then gestured to the leads to return to the center. Then a remarkable
thing happened. Rather than allowing me to exit with the other supporting cast,
the older lead actor grabbed my hand and, along with his hand clutching the
lead actress, moved the three of us into an impromptu-choreographed three-person
center-stage bow. And the generosity continued as the two leads stepped back
for me to take a final bow before all of us left the stage together.
Before the curtain opened again, the lead
actor turned to me and said, “Brad, you little shit, that audience almost had
an orgasm out there for you. I gotta tell you, kid, you knocked them dead.
After the supporting cast goes out, the three of us will go out together. If I
let you loose, your applause would drown mine. And, I’m supposed to be the
fucking star,” he said with a smile.
“I’m really excited that the play is being
received so well,” I shouted as we returned.
“The play’s good. But you’ve got something,
Brad, that only a handful of actors in the business have. And, tonight, I’m
going to ride on your coattails. This is a business of survival,” he replied as
the three of us bowed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the approving smiles
of Sam and Chuck, who were wildly applauding along with the rest of this jaded
Hollywood crowd.
After three more curtain calls, the last being
joined by George Furth, the houselights came on, and the excitement mellowed.
The director called me aside. After congratulating me, he said that the
modified curtain call would stay in, except for one change. I was to enter with
the two principals in the center of them.
Back in the dressing room that I shared with
the two other supporting male actors, we congratulated each other while
removing the makeup. Hanging up the costume, I dressed in a comfortable pair of
khakis, polo shirt, and classic Gucci loafers – remnants of my past forgotten
profession. I was still a little in awe at the reception of the play and me.
Everyone was happy and we left the room feeling a hit was in the making. Each
member of the cast would love to hit the ‘boards’ back on Broadway with the
play. They also were aware that it wouldn’t happen.
In the hallway behind the stage stood Sam,
Chuck, and two other men I didn’t know. Walking up to me, Sam raised his arms
for me to receive an embrace. This raised a few eyebrows from the cast members
who knew who Sam was.
“Brad,” he whispered in my ear, “that was
incredible. My Dad would have been quite proud of his ‘nephew’ tonight.” He
kissed my cheek. Sam and Chuck always called me ‘Brad’ now.
“Thanks, Sam. I’m glad I didn’t let you down.”
“Let me down? Buddy, you’re going to be a big
fucking deal if we engineer this right.”
“Brad, really fantastic,” Chuck volunteered as
he shook my hand. I smiled and winked.
“Let me introduce you to a couple of guys from
NBC. Brad, this is Len Westfield and Bud Bernstein. Guys, this is the actor
I’ve been telling you about.”
“You got it, guy. I mean your acting is
natural. But the way you interact with the audience is amazing.” Mr. Westfield
said. I was aware that he was president of network entertainment.
“And I’m betting that your charisma will
translate on TV,” added Mr. Bernstein.
“Absolutely,” Sam replied. “What do you think
about Brad as the boyfriend?”
“Is he available?” asked Westfield. “Sam, when
does he get out of the Navy?” I felt a little strange being talked about as if
I weren’t in the room.
“He’s out the end of the year. Here’s my plan
for you to consider. You introduce the boyfriend character in November ratings
sweeps. Brad can take two weeks leave in September to shoot three episodes. If
he’s as popular as we all know he will be, you can shoot a few more shows after
the first of the year when he’s officially a civilian.”
“Bud, it’s your show. What’s your read?”
Westfield asked.
“From what I’ve seen tonight, he’ll send
ratings right through the roof.”
“I’ll commit to six shows right now, Sam.
Let’s take lunch next week and iron out the details. Bud and I want to get back
to L.A. at a decent hour tonight.” Turning to me, Westfield continued, “Brad, I
really look forward having you with us. See you in the fall.” With that, the
two NBC executives departed.
“Sam, you want to fill me in on what the fuck
just happened?” I asked.
“Kinda feeling like a side of beef?” asked
Chuck with a smile. “Or, beefcake, for that matter?” He playfully punched my
shoulder.
“Just a guy who’s not used to being out of
control,” I replied.
“Brad, here’s the bottom line. Westfield has
just committed to placing you into six episodes on ‘Friendships.’ Next week,
we’re going to get you a contract. They’ll offer 10k per episode. I’ll counter
with 30; we’ll agree on 20. So, with the gross of 120k, CAM takes 18 for a
commission and you have just netted a little over $100,000. Not bad for a new
guy,” Sam said with a smile.
“Not bad? It’s fantastic,” I replied.
I followed them to George’s on the Cove for a
light late dinner. Over salad, sand dabs, and a bottle of Hess Collection
chardonnay, we discussed the ‘big picture’ in my career build-up.
“The way I see it, you’re going to be all over
America like a delicious wet dream the next 12 months,” Sam commented. “The two
films you’ve finished will be really big, when released. Your roles, however
small, will be just enough for you to get noticed. Now, add into the mix your
six ‘Friendships’ episodes and you’re on a modest roll. However, tonight’s
performance insured your fucking dramatic career. First, I’ve got the L.A.
Times and the New York Times drama critics coming opening night, next Thursday.
With the ‘big dogs’ playing, the little pups won’t be far behind. I expect
reviews that will single you out as the next hot star coming up.”
“You can guarantee a good review?” I asked
curiously.
“Naw. But I know what I see. You got ’em by
the balls, kid. Your performance was that good. The play will open next year,
in early winter 1997 on Broadway, and I’ve decided that you are going to
reprise the role in New York.”
“Shit, Sam, that’s only six months from now,”
I said, with a worried expression.
“CAM is calling the shots. I’ve got a theater
is booked for a February 1997 premiere and I’ll have your contract written for
only a four month commitment so you can get back here for a movie. Those dumb
shits back East will only think that you’re some Hollywood stud that needs
stage time and will accept my terms. They can cast one of their home-grown
Actor’s Studio ‘serious actor’ guys in the role after you’re gone.” He looked
at me ruminatively. “Have I lost you, Brad?”
“Sam, only the part where I move to New York.
You can dictate the casting?”
“Brad, you don’t know the reach of Sam,”
offered Chuck. ”CAM packages a lot on Broadway.”
“Trust me. I really wasn’t sure of how you’d
be received on stage until tonight,” Sam added. “I knew you’d be magic on the
screen and the tube. Your mother was. What I didn’t realize was how the public
would want to eat you alive on stage. This gives you an incredible advantage
over most actors. By this time next year, I will have the next two movies lined
up for you. Not name-above-the-title, but close enough.”
Just then, a group of three women in their
early 20’s cautiously approached the table, their boyfriends or husbands
standing nervously behind. “Oh, Brad, we loved you in the play tonight. Would
you sign our Playbill?” one of the women asked.
Beaming, I replied, “Sure, just tell me your
name when I sign.” I proceeded to autograph each Playbill with a personal
message. They didn’t realize that the last time this occurred was signing my
friend’s high school senior yearbook.
“When will we be seeing you again?” someone
asked.
Standing up, I answered with a smile, “There
will be a couple of movies coming out next year, and perhaps a few TV shows.” I
purposely shook the hand of each the women, and then consciously included the
guys. This eased the tension and I knew I had at least six fans for life.
“Thanks for stopping over,” I concluded.
Once they had left, Sam interjected, “Don’t
ever lose that quality, Brad. For in one fucking, magic moment, you just put a
spell on them for life. They will be replaying this scene for their friends in
years to come. Remember this when you consider bitching about security and the
nuisance of fans. Within reason, they are your lifeblood.”
“I won’t forget, Sam. And don’t forget that I
plan on enrolling in UCLA in the fall of 1997.”
“I’ve already got that covered. The first film
will be done next summer after your Broadway gig. The second one will be shot
entirely at Paramount and their back lot during the school year.”
“Great. Having a degree is very important for
me to achieve. By the way, Doug tells me that he’s being considered to be
Assistant Director this winter?”
“I’ve got him lined up with a film starring Ed
Norton called “American X,” or something like that. Probably a working title?
The director is a hard charger with whom Doug will work well. Your friend has
gained a terrific reputation on the first two films. If everything goes the way
it should, I’ll place him in large studio picture as AD. Then, he can write his
own ticket.”
“I’m very proud of him. We are very
committed.”
“Let’s talk about that, Brad. You two are
going to have great careers. What I’m going to say is as a friend and advisor.
And, also as a businessman. Both of you are going to be great profit centers
for CAM,” Sam stated with a smile. “But there are some things that I’m going to
remind you of from time to time.”
“I know, no messing around in public,” I
replied with a slightly exaggerated perturbed tone.
“Just let good judgment prevail. Like this
play tonight. The review will be in the local San Diego paper Friday morning.
They have all the press photographs the production company sent out last week.
Based on the reactions tonight, I’ll bet that any photos they run will include
a headshot of you. Be prepared for more of the same that you experienced
tonight. It’s just starting.”
“You mean I better use a locked stall when I
pee, rather than a urinal in public?” I asked with a smirk.
“Actually I’ve heard stories of movie stars
being asked for their autograph at the urinal,” Chuck added. “And many guys
will be curious to see what’s swinging between Brad Williams’ legs.”
“Buddy,” I replied with a grin, “Only a select
group has ever had that opportunity. I’ll keep it that way.” We all laughed.
“Brad, the long and short of it is this: The
two of you can never do things that will appear to be ‘gay’ in public. I know
it’s not fair, but that’s the way it is,” Sam said.
“Such as?” I asked.
“The temptation to go out to a gay bar or a
gay party with people you don’t know. Whatever you guys do, keep it under the
radar. Straight white guys control the business. The ‘suits’ are deathly afraid
of a gay actor being box office poison. And, unfortunately, they have a point.
Maybe we’ll be in a position to change that some day. But, not now.”
“Don’t worry, Sam. I understand. Doug is
coming down Saturday night for the play. He won’t want any prejudiced
roadblocks to his career.”
“Please pass on our regards. Tell him that my
Saudi associates want to have a party for their new Hollywood friends this fall
that’ll probably include several of the cast of “Confidential.” Abe and Fred
wanted me to make sure you two are invited,” Sam concluded as he paid the bill.
Standing, we headed for the door and shook
hands with a small embrace outside before departing. Sam and Chuck were booked
at the Hotel Valencia down the street. I returned to the house and considered
all that had happened tonight.
Stripping down for the evening and easing into
bed after the nightly bathroom routine, I lay on the bed and thought about
tonight and all that had transpired. Even though it was after midnight, I
called Doug on his private telephone line.
~~~ “Hello?” Doug answered somewhat groggily.
“Hey babe, sorry to wake you up. I had to
share the good news with you.”
~~~ “Hell, I’ll be getting up in three hours
anyway. What’s up, hot stuff?”
“Besides my dick?”
~~~ “You horny bastard. You trying to turn me
on? I’ve got to save my energy for the set this morning. Rain check?”
“Okay. This weekend. The play, babe, was so
well received. And the audience really liked me.”
~~~ “That’s fucking awesome. But I’m not
surprised, from the scenes I read with you last weekend.”
“Sam and Chuck came down tonight. They loved
it. And, I’ve got some work on the TV show, ‘Friendships’ this fall.”
~~~ “You’re on your way,” Doug remarked,
stifling a big yawn. “The show is a big deal.”
“We’re both on our way. Sam said it’s all set
on your AD gig. Something with Edward Norton.”
~~~ “No shit. It’s actually happening? We’ll
celebrate Saturday night. Babe, I’m starting to drift off. Gotta go. I love
you, champ.”
“Love ya. Night.”
Hearing the click, I hung up. Thinking about
Doug always got me turned on. I unconsciously started stroking a cock that had
been hard since hearing his voice. Adding some spit to my drooling dickhead, I
vigorously released the tension and fell asleep after tasting the evidence.
TO BE CONTINUED