THAT'S ME IN THE SECOND ROW
PART 4
My amaretto made several films for our studio. My uncle Jack had been quite popular, so the cameramen were pleased to teach the new guy the "ins and outs" of the camera (as long as I was there). The studio was pleased with his work. He was both Director and Choreographer. Then we were paired together on a film. At the house, we converted my sister's old room into a "Den." We got a desk, and he would disappear into the "Den"with a yellow legal pad, to "Break Down" the script. He would write notes on the needs of the film. Later, we got a piece of the new 4 x 8 "Plywood" and laid it on the desktop. My amaretto had graduated to separate pads for each element of the film. Sometimes he would have a dozen pads, each labeled with the separate departments. One of the most important notes was the one on filming all scenes on a specific set, in succession. Thus, the "Stage Carpenters" would have to build a set only once. We would film all scenes on that set, then they would disassemble the setting and build the next set. This was the economic way to make a film. The practice of making a film in chronological order, going back and forth between sets, was a dream, as it was not practical on a stage! (Much later, when filmmakers went on location, it did become possible.)
My amaretto was a good choreographer and he recognized my abilities. I quickly learned his dance notation. We communicated without words. When words could not describe what he had in his head, he and I would go into the dance studio and physically work out what he had in mind. Then he was given a script by the writing department that was not quite right. He read the script, and was not happy! He gave it to me to read. I immediately noted the weak points and told him to rewrite it. We both went into the den, and proceeded to rewrite the script.
The next day he went to the "Secretarial Pool." He was assigned a secretary, and together they typed up a revised script. The next step was to get the revised script approved. At that time, it was difficult for an "Outsider" to get a film made. Films were expensive to make! The films that got made were the ideas of the owner of the Studio, the Stars, sometimes the "Classics" and from the writers department. Many years later, the Directors became powerful!
At that time, the "Powers that be" and department heads had there own secretaries. In addition, there was the "Secretary Pool" for the rest of us. The pool consisted of a supervisor and a number of experienced typists. The "Powers That Be" drew up a list of those who could use the pool. Both myself and my amaretto were on the list. The pool could type up everything from a list of dance steps, to a full script.
As the original script had come from the writing department, we had to get approval of the changes by the Head Writer, who was getting credit for the screenplay. The next day, my amaretto went to the Writing Department and explained to the secretary that we had made some changes, and the script had to be OK'd by the head writer. She said that she would give the revised script to the head writer and make sure he read it. That night, we got a call from the Head Writer. He said the changes we had made were excellent and no he was not insulted, but that he would present the revised script to the studio owner with his approval on the changes. We had to wait!
Needless to say, we were very nervous! My amaretto went to the Studio, and in his mailbox was a note to see the owner of the studio at 1PM. With his heart in his mouth, my amaretto went to the owners office at the specified hour. The secretary escorted him into the inner "Sanctum" and sat him in a chair to wait for the Owner of the studio.
A few moments later, the studio owner came into the office with the revised script in his hand. He sat in the desk chair and handed the revised script back to my amaretto saying: "There will be a production meeting on Tuesday and we will discuss the making of the revised script." There was a pause, and then the studio owner continued: "The changes you made were excellent! I was looking for a script that would make us a name in the movie business, and I think this is it, something that will both make money, and be an example of the movie art. This film, as you revised it, will put us "on the map."
I was home, nervously awaiting a decision on the script.
My amaretto came home. He had a neutral face, and had his arms behind his back. I couldn't stand it any longer and asked: "Well?"
At that point he brought his arm up front. He had a bottle of Champagne in his hands. He smiled and said: "The Production meeting is Tuesday, with our revised script!"
We began working on the film. It was possibly the hardest I had ever worked! Working on the film was one of the best times of my life! Everything came together! The actors were right, the costumes were right, the sets were right, the camera work was right. Everything was right including (my part, the dancing!) The finished film was released and it was a big hit, both financially for the Studio, and artistically! There was talk among the backstage people that, that there should be an award for this film. This talk resulted in the formation of the Motion Picture Academy of Arts and Sciences. Needless to say, we were flying high. As befitting my backstage persona, my work was not glorified, but my Amaretto was glorified. He became a "Golden Boy" in the business. Our place in the business was established. And the money flowed in!
In this period, there was one other change in my life. His name was Peter Merit!
I first saw Peter when working on some movie. He was a sound man. The first time I saw him he was carrying a case with microphones in it, and had several coils of sound cable over his shoulder. He was small, 5 feet 2 inches at most, but very attractive. I was immediately turned on. I had not been turned on by anyone since I met my amarotto. I started grilling the backstage people and found out he was very efficient at his job. I also found out he was gay and unattached. I was intrigued, and invited him to the next pool party.
He arrived at my house carrying a swimsuit wrapped in a towel. I showed him to the "Changing Room" that was used by my dance classes, and explained how to get to the pool. A few minutes later he came out to the pool. He took one look around, noted that clothing was optional, and immediately took off his suit and jumped into the pool.
I watched him. He may have been small, but he was beautiful. Carrying the heavy coils of cable had made him quite muscular. All of his muscles were clearly delineated. He could have modeled for an anatomy book! He was well shaped, muscular and reasonably endowed. I turned around and saw my Amaretto who was looking at the naked Peter. It was obvious to me that he was also "turned on" by the naked Peter.
We "frolicked" in the pool for the afternoon then people began to leave. My ameretto, myself, and Peter wound up talking in the kitchen. Peter had a mind. Although we worked with "Sound," he explained the mechanics of how it worked. How they had gone from records to "sound on film." He knew all the latest developments in sound. Soon it was time to have dinner, and we invited Peter to join us at the Italian restaurant. He agreed to come, but only "Dutch Treat."
We drove to the Italian Restaurant. It was one of those marvelous meals. The food was good, the drink was just right, and the conversation was scintillating! While we ate dessert, Peter said he had to go to the men's room. While he was gone, my amerotto said to me: "I like him, can we keep him?"
When Peter returned I started talking. I said: "Peter, we would like you to spend the night with us. You see, my amaretto and I are a couple, but, occasionally, we invite a third male to join us for a three-way; it keeps our sex life fresh and interesting. Tonight, we would like that third person to be you. We know that you are gay. So are we. Are you interested?"
Peter smiled and did not play "hard to get," but said: "That sounds like a lot of fun! I would be happy to join you." We left the restaurant and drove home. We went right into the bedroom. The bedroom play began with a three-way hug, and it felt right! We then proceeded to undress each other and when we were naked, we adjourned to the bed. It was an interesting sexual evening. I fucked Peter; then my amaretto fucked Peter; and then we both fucked him at the same time at both ends. The sex ended with our giving Peter a joint blow job, taking turns sucking his cock. We hugged and went to sleep.
The next morning I got up early, leaving Peter and my Amaretto naked in the bed. I went into the kitchen. The housekeeper did not work on the weekends, but she made sure the new electric refrigerator was full of food. I put a black iron frying pan on the stove, and got a pound of bacon from the "fridge." As the bacon fried, My amaretto came into the kitchen. He saw what I was doing and helped. He set the table for three, then went to the "fridge" and removed a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice. He filled the glasses on the table and sat down. He looked very distinguished in his bathrobe. When I carried the bacon to the table, he said: "I like him! Can we keep him?"
I answered: "There may be a way. We have that empty bedroom we could use."
He smiled and nodded his head affirmatively.
At that point the naked Peter came into the kitchen. He took one look, and knew what was happening. He sat at one of the place settings on the Kitchen table. I then asked Peter: "How do you like your eggs?" He told me, and I went to the "Fridge" and removed a dozen eggs. I cooked them in the bacon fat, and put on a fresh pot of coffee. I then served the cooked eggs. We all dived into breakfast. We cleared the table and began talking as we drank coffee.
I turned to Peter and said: "What I am going to offer is not a proposition." My saying this produced a round of laughter. It was funny when you considered what had happened in bed the night before. I then said: "I am not trying to get into your pants..." This produced more laughter as Peter was naked and had no pants to get into. I finally said: "Peter, we have an unoccupied bedroom that has its own outside door. We would like to offer it to you."
Peter replied: "Do I understand you correctly. You are offering to have me move into this house?"
I replied: "You understand correctly. You must also know that we are not asking you to be our sex partner. The bedroom we have in mind has its own entrance and you can bring anyone home that you want."
There was a pause in the conversation while Peter considered the prospect of moving in. Then Peter asked: "Can I see the bedroom you are talking about?" At that point we moved to the bedroom in question. I was sure to point out the door to the outside and the walkway around the corner of the house to the front. I pointed out that the room was completely furnished, including linens. Peter then asked: "Can I see the Bathroom?" We then showed him both the showerroom used by my dance classes, and the private bathroom. I then said: "We have a two car garage. At the moment, there is only one car in it, so if you have a car we have room for it."
Peter then said: "I can move in tomorrow. The only thing I have to figure out is how to get out of the lease on my current apartment. I have my own car, so I can handle the move."
So Peter moved into the house.
Several months went by and a problem developed. I found that Peter was taking a place in my heart that had previously been occupied only by my amerotto. Now both were in my heart. I began to feel guilty that I was cheating on my amarotto. One morning when we were not working, but Peter was, My amaretto met me in the kitchen. For the first time since we had gotten together, he was ill at ease. He said: "We have got to talk." we sat down at the Kitchen table, and he started talking. It seemed that Peter had taken a place in his heart and he felt guilty that he was cheating on me.
I then said: "Can you share your heart with both me and Peter?" He hesitated, then I said: "I can share my heart with both you and Peter." He relaxed immediately.
That afternoon, when Peter came in from work, we told him that we had to talk to him. He got upset and said: "I don't like the sound of that!" the three of us went into the kitchen to talk.
I started the conversation by asking: "Why don't you like the sound of that?"
Peter replied: "I am afraid you are going to ask me to move out, and I would not like that."
I quickly said: "We are not going to ask you to move out. We have another question to ask you. You see, since you moved in, I don't think you have used your room. You have always been in our bed. In this time, both of us have come to have an emotional reaction to you. We have done some serious thinking, and concluded that it was time to change our duet into a trio. We want to ask you to join us as part of a trio."
At that point Peter burst into tears. The next few minutes were spent in getting him to stop crying and drying his eyes. Peter then started talking: "I have not had a satisfactory sex life. I know that I am sexy, but people treated me like a sex object, for the pleasure of others. You two are the first sex partners that satisfied my needs. I think it was because you both went out of your way to make sure that I received pleasure. I fell in love with both of you and hoped to share the obvious love between you. I knew you were a couple but I could not live with myself if I broke you up. I loved you both, but considered that I must settle for the accepted one other. The idea of being with you both was beyond my expectation."
At that moment, I interjected: "Well, we invite you to join us and change our duet into a trio."
Peter then said yes and there were kisses all around. The next day, I added his name to our bank account and put his name on the various property deeds. What was a Duet was now a Trio.