by Zack
Nero smiled broadly, evidently unworried by the hot day. “Nice job you boys have got,” he added generally. “I didn’t know you were with the sound crew.”
Gil realized that Nero was referring to him. “Oh, I’m not. There isn’t anything for me to do right now,” he said, by way of explanation.
The actor nodded his head approvingly and strolled on, disappearing behind the rock. The sound crew settled back into their collective dozing. A moment later Gil heard his name being yelled. “Shit, what now?” He got to his feet wearily and grimaced as the full strength of the sun hit the back of his head.
“Tough luck,” Mike said faintly and lay back, closing his eyes.
“See you,” Gil muttered. He set off across the burning hillside toward the camera, which he could see rearing up on its crane. Beyond it lay the crazily tangled train carriages, complete with loads of extras dressed as German and Italian soldiers grumpily suffering in their uniforms and hanging about, seeking shade wherever they could.
Mitchener’s first assistant was in a foul mood, made all the worse by having to cope with the extras. He waved peremptorily at Gil as the boy drew near. “Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been shouting my fuckin head off for the last ten minutes.”
Gil scowled back. “I’m sorry, Del, I didn’t know I was needed,” he replied snappily.
“Well you are. We’re almost ready to start this scene with the stand-ins. We’ll want Eduardo in a few minutes and he can’t be found anywhere.”
“I just seen him, he was walking over that away.”
“Well, sweetheart,” Del spat out spitefully, “if he was around about here, would I fuckin well be fuckin well asking you to move your fuckin little butt to fuckin find him? Move!”
Gil shrugged his shoulders. The first stomped off and Gil flicked him a defiant finger. He hadn’t a clue as to where to look for Nero but he decided to walk farther up the hill behind the “wrecked” train to see if the view helped. The glare coming up off the ground hurt his eyes but that was better than facing the impossible sky above. All around him as he walked, the sound of crickets chirping in the reedy clumps of grass followed and occasionally he would see one leap out of his way.
It took almost five minutes to get only halfway up the hill, but from his vantage point he could see the entire scene below. He cast his eyes over the surrounding valley but Nero was nowhere in sight. Gil hoped the actor hadn’t actually walked right to the top. The hill was higher to climb than it had seemed from below. Sighing in annoyance, he trudged on upward. The slope flattened out slightly a few yards farther up and a clutch of house-sized boulders littered the shelf, some teetering right on the edge of the hill. Gil was going to pass these when a voice called out to him. He turned his head and saw Nero, lounging gracefully against the nearest rock.
Gil started to walk toward him. “Hi, I’ve been sent to look for you.”
“You mean they’re ready at last,” Nero replied without any sense of urgency in his voice. He smiled at Gil. “Well they’ve kept me waiting now for three hours, so another few minutes won’t matter.” He stood up as Gil came close and made room for him by the rock. “That climb must have tired you out.”
Gil smiled briefly and wiped a hand across his brow which was wet with perspiration. “A bit,” he admitted, leaning back against the smooth face of the boulder.
Up here they were out of sight of the unit far below, alone with just the eternal noise of the crickets and the occasional subdued cry of a bird.
“We haven’t met properly before, I think,” Nero said.
Gil had to look up slightly at the taller man. “Yeah, I’m Gil,” he said, still recovering his breath. He held out his hand rather self consciously and Nero grasped it strongly. “I saw you in that Ride Honcho movie.”
“Ah, you go to the cinema. That makes a change in this business,” Nero said, grinning widely, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the bright light. “Yes, I liked that picture very much although the director kept on insisting he shoot me from bad angles, but the end result was quite pleasing anyway.”
“Don’t you think we oughta head back?” Gil asked.
Nero waved a hand airily, “Oh, let them wait. It’s not often I get a chance to talk with someone alone for a change.” He gave Gil a long mysterious look. “This is your first film?”
Gil nodded.
“How do you find us all?”
“Fine. I like it.”
“You are married yet? No, I think not. Too young.”
Gil agreed.
“But plenty of girlfriends back home.”
“Oh no one special,” Gil answered airily. He shuffled his feet and wiped his brow again.
Nero was taking long looks up and down his body, approving of the tight, short cut Levi’s and the sun darkened skin of the boy’s arms and legs. He reached out a well manicured hand and with the forefinger extended wiped a bead of sweat from Gil’s arm.
“It’s hot,” Gil muttered apologetically. He was uncomfortably aware of the actor’s closeness. Gil would never have thought of himself as a groupie, but he had to admit that it was quite flattering to be sized up by a famous actor, and he was certain that that was what was happening. He sneaked a quick glance. Nero was wearing tawny colored summer shorts and a flannel polo shirt with some sporting emblem on it. His firmly muscled legs were straight and covered with fine dark hairs. A gold watch adorned his strong wrist. In the light the crisp folds of his shorts became heavily accentuated, all forming around a enticingly big bulge. Gil looked up at the handsome Italian face with its Roman nose and dark, humorous eyes that could become so cold and dangerous when on screen. Nero was staring straight back at him.
Gil looked away and the actor smiled to himself. He stroked Gil’s bare arm again and said softly, “So…no one special at home?”
Gil moved his shoulders negatively and gave a half smile.
“Any boyfriends, then?” the actor persisted.
Gil ought to have answered straight away but he hesitated, torn between saying “No” and his growing feelings for Mike that would have made a negative a lie. The pause gave him away. Nero signaled his mute understanding by gently nodding his head. Then abruptly he appeared to change the subject and indicated the small nest between the rocks. “I discovered this place yesterday. It is so peaceful. I came up to sunbathe.” He looked back at Gil again. Then he rolled himself even closer and quite deliberately tweaked a protruding nipple. Gil leant his head back against the rocky surface and let himself be led on.
“Stand up,” Nero whispered seductively, getting up himself, and pulling Gil with him. The rock against which they had been leaning had a narrow shelf running across its width a couple of feet up, and Nero guided Gil up to stand on it, his back to the sun-baked stone. In this position, the actor’s head was conveniently at crotch height. Pressing Gil’s legs wider apart, he began tonguing the damp skin of the boy’s inner thighs.
“Oh, that’s so sexy,” Gil breathed, looking down at the busy tongue at its slick work.
After a minute of this foreplay, Nero sighed with contentment, pulled Gil back down, and pressed their lips together. Gil melted into the kiss. After a moment he tentatively put an arm around the actor’s waist and their embrace grew stronger. He could feel the dampness under the texture of Nero’s shirt against his own.
Nero stood back and, with practiced ease, slipped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly on the ground. Then he helped Gil remove his own. Their sweaty chests slipped together. Nero licked at the salty beads covering Gil’s young neck and then worked his way down to Gil’s navel, where a pool of perspiration had gathered. Gil pressed his hands back against the hot rock, pushing his torso outward.
Nero mouthed at the bulge which was growing stiffer with each passing second and Gil could sense the p
ointed teeth biting at him through the fabric of his shorts. He became very excited quickly and took hold of Nero’s dark head, grinding it hard into his cock as he moved luxuriously, head pivoting on the rock face.
Nero spread his legs wider apart, the better to get down at him and Gil moaned pleasurably as he felt the hot licking move from the hem of his shorts back onto the skin of his thighs. Nero pulled him slightly lower, almost as though Gil was riding a horse and this released the edge of the shorts from Gil’s thighs. The wet tongue slipped up between the gap and brushed against Gil’s balls. He wasn’t wearing anything under the cut-off Levi’s. Nero got right up between the balls, where they touched the insides of Gil’s legs and then he moved to the other leg.
Gil’s hard-on was almost protruding, trapped down by the cut-offs. Nero got his tongue around the tip and pried it out from under the hem so that he could suck it properly. Gil sagged to his knees, driving his cock hard into Nero and they both rolled over onto the ground. Gil reached out for the other’s legs and got a grip. He pulled himself half way up and began undoing Nero’s short pants. Nero lifted his body slightly off the ground to assist, but he never stopped sucking away at Gil’s now solidly hard dick. The pants came undone and Gil slid them down. He was almost on his back with Nero kneeling above him. The actor shrugged the restraining shorts off his ankles and Gil slid himself right under. His head was now between the actor’s spread knees. Brilliant shafts of sunlight shattered his vision as he looked up into the shadowed cleft between the man’s legs. With movement the sun would catch at the rod of stiff flesh that dangled only inches above Gil’s face. He raised himself up, hands clutching Nero’s buns, and experimentally licked the tip of the cock. Nero waggled his bottom appreciatively and sagged his midriff so that Gil could reach him more easily. The big cock filled Gil’s mouth. They continued sucking each other for some time, lost in the sensual enjoyment, the hot sun causing more and more sweat to break out on their bodies.
Now they were slick with it and their bodies slipped and rubbed against a layer of moisture. Nero stopped sucking Gil and pulled him along the rough ground for a foot. Gil’s legs were forced up into the air, revealing his parted ass cheeks. Nero spat on his hand and rubbed the lubricant around the head of his cock. He grinned ferociously down at Gil’s upturned face, which appeared between the boy’s waving legs. Nero knelt up close and tickled Gil’s ass with his cock, gently rubbing the head up and down over Gil’s button. Gil closed his eyes and lay back, the sun glowing redly through his shut lids. He felt the head pressing at him, slipping through the ring of muscles and then shafting him. He clenched and pulled on it. Nero shoved it in fully, leaning down on the undersides of Gil’s thighs until his ankles touched his ears.
Nero spread himself out along the ground to get the deepest penetration possible. In this position he fucked Gil for a few minutes, hips sliding wetly against buns. Then he pulled Gil up more onto his lap, settling his own knees under the boy’s back. Gil squirmed as his ass was reamed by Nero’s throbbing tool. Then the man leaned over and with almost superhuman agility got his mouth down to Gil’s bursting cock. At first he could only lick it as it lay pressed against Gil’s soaked belly, but gradually he eased it right inside. Gratefully Gil heaved a sigh as it got some attention. In this amazing position he was sucked and fucked simultaneously, wrapped in a boiling cocoon of sensation and sunlight.
The more Nero leaned back to fuck him deeply the more it strained Gil’s taut shaft up between his legs so that at one point he was sure it must snap. Nero’s pace grew faster. Heavy drops of sweat fell on Gil’s stomach. The hard rock bit into his back, but none of it mattered. He was soon in such ecstasy that the world could have ended and he wouldn’t have given a damn. He was all inside out with pleasure. Cum was boiling up within his balls and Nero was grunting with effort. Nero gave a tight jerk and Gil knew he was coming inside him. The breath whistled between Gil’s teeth and his head rolled this way and that as at last he released the pressure. Nero finished coming and pulled himself out in time to get a better mouthful. Gil shot his bolt and unloaded urgently into the actor’s eagerly receptive throat.
In their extremity neither of them had eyes for anything, so they did not see or even hear the ripple as a small pebble fell from the top of a nearby boulder. A few feet above them the first assistant director, who had come in pursuit to see where Gil had got to, lay on the top of the rock, his short pants half way down his legs. With both hands straining, he was jacking off as hard as he could, driven into a sexual frenzy by the sight beneath his secret position. He could clearly see Gil shooting his load. A second later his own sperm shot out into his furious fists. His movements dislodged a small stone and it fell with a rattle. Fortunately the other two appeared not to hear it. Hastily he wiped himself down and buttoned up again.
Gil and Nero dressed silently. Nero smoothed his ruffled hair down and put an arm round Gil’s shoulders. “Well I never expected to get such pleasure just like that today,” he said easily, squeezing Gil affectionately. Gil smiled with pleased exhaustion, his face flushed. They strolled away from the boulders. “I suppose we’d better get back now, before someone comes looking for us,” Nero observed dryly.
“While Rome burns...” Gil offered.
Nero laughed. “A scholar too.”
“Fuck off,” Gil retorted, blushing.
As they rounded the rocks Del’s wavering shape appeared before them out of the heat haze. “Jeez, you guys, I’ve been looking all over for you.” He was panting heavily.
“It’s a long climb,” Nero observed lightly.
“Sure is. We have to get back. Mitchener is waiting…and in a bad mood.”
The three of them began to descend the hill. Gil noticed that the first seemed unduly flushed and then he saw the shape of a still semi-hard cock beneath the shorts. He smiled inwardly and caught the tail end of a scowl from Del, who obviously saw where he had been looking. As they reached the bottom of the slope and began heading for the train wreck, the assistant ran on ahead. Gil turned to Nero. “You know something, I think he was watching us screwing.”
Nero laughed loudly. “Well I hope he got as much of a thrill from it as I did. Now you know what it’s like to perform for people. Now I think I have to go and kill a few Fascists. See you around, bambino.”
With a cheerful wave he strode off across the baking ground toward the camera looking for the world like he was at some cool resort. Gil was simply wilting with the heat and his recent exertions. His back was sore too, the first time he had noticed the fact. He made his way around the busy crew and back to where he had left Mike. The sound guys had vacated their spot as the scene was almost ready to shoot. Thankfully Gil slipped to the ground in the lengthening shade of the reflector and was asleep within minutes. They were due back in Rome again at the end of the week and he needed all the rest he could get.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Take Ten …”
Emmanuelle Lai sighed voluptuously and lay back on the massive circular bed. A hand disturbed the transparent negligée at her breasts. Gradually the big Panavision camera tracked in on its crane, dropping in height until Emmanuelle’s heaving bosom came into a giant close up. At this critical moment the script called for another character to burst through her boudoir door and startle her. She was supposed to sit up in a flurry of thin veils and signal her alarm. No one was actually doing so in this shot, which was concentrated on the actress, and she just couldn’t get it right. After numerous failed takes (and booze nips in between), she complained that there was nothing to startle her. Sighing, Kennith Mitchener got the third assistant director to clap his hands together loudly as a cue.
“That’s fuckin ushless,” Emmanuelle slurred. “I can shee him do it. It don’t shurprishe me.”
Mitchener waved the third to stand out of sight behind the bed.
“Let’s go again, fr
om the top.”
The camera rolled. “Take twenty-two!” Nothing happened. Then a groan.
“Cut! Cut! Cut!” Kennith screamed. “What the fuck darling, what are you playing at...”
The camera backed off, trailing its attendant crew with it. Mitchener strode forward and peered at the supine actress.
“Oh Jeez! Where the hell’s that kid? Anyone seen Gil?”
Gil came running up, whiskey glass in hand. Mitchener glowered at him. “You dumbfuck, I said one finger before this take. How much did you give her?”
“Just what you said—” Gil began.
Mitchener cut him off. “Well she’s had it for today.”
He chopped the air with his hand and turned on his heel, walking off in disgust. “It’s a wrap fellas. We’ll try and pick it up from there tomorrow. Get her doused, for god’s sake, and get her outta here.”
Gil approached Emmanuelle. She was quite unconscious and beginning to snore loudly. Whiskey laden fumes emanated from her parted lips. Gil grimaced distastefully. “Hey, you guys, can someone give me a hand?”
The crew laughed and busied themselves with packing away the equipment. Gil appealed to the English sound mixer but he shook his head. “Sorry, old son, she’s your problem.” All of a sudden, the Italian stagehands, gardeners, and props men remembered their Union rule book, which strictly forbade the laying on of hands on actors; and the sparks were all up in the rigging, grinning down like a bunch of yapping monkeys.
Gil turned back to his insensate charge. “C’mon you bitch, wake up.” He tried slapping her cheeks experimentally, softly at first, then a bit harder. All he got was smeared pancake on his palms. Emmanuelle moaned and turned over onto her side, curling up in the process. Gil stood back and glowered at her.
Jeff and Harry were preoccupied with the big camera as they supervised the Italian grips packing away all the lenses in their silver metal cases. Harry nudged his focus puller lightly in the ribs. “Hadn’t one of us oughta give the kid a hand with that lump?”