My mom was home when I got home from after school. Weird.
"Honey!" she said as soon as I got inside, all excited. "You got an interview for the movie!"
My stomach flipped over and I rushed up and gave her a huge hug. When we had gone to the open call for casting last week I had hoped I might make the cut, but I really didn't think I would.
I had done a few plays in school, but I wasn't very good. I had a hard time learning my lines, and I forgot them almost as often as not. I got nervous on stage, but I liked acting.
So I had gone to the open call and done the lines and redid them the way they suggested, and then we had left, the people doing the interview saying they would call us if they were interested.
And they had called!
"We go tomorrow at one, and you meet with the casting guys, and do another test. It's only for a background character, you only have three lines, but it pays five-thousand dollars and you'll only have to go to the filming set for two months over the summer!"
"Cool!"
"It might get you even more work!"
We were so happy!
So, the next day, we go to the same office building and wait our turn. There are other boys there my age, and I don't know any of them, but we all look alike. We all are about thirteen, with blond hair and blue eyes, and we could all wear the same clothes. We all know we are all there for the same part.
My turn comes, and I do the lines, and redo them with their suggestions, and they say they will let us know and I can go.
When we get home, mom's phone rings, and she says I got the part.
We went out for dinner to celebrate, and I tell my friends that night.
On Monday, we go back to the office building and meet with different people. They set me up with an acting coach, and tell us when and where I need to go for the filming over the summer - three months away.
So I spend almost every Saturday with a nice guy who teaches me how to deliver the lines, and how to hold my body and hands for each scene, and all that.
Then Mom and I go to the city where the studio has a hotel room waiting for each of us. The director calls and makes an appointment for a meeting, and we go the next day. He's done a few movies but isn't a big famous guy. He's nice, and I meet the stars of the movie. I mean, I know these guys from all kinds of movies, and I'm all star-struck and shit. I meet some of the other co-stars and background actors through the day. It was exciting and I was so worn out when I got back to the hotel with my mom that night.
We had two days free before I was due on set for my first scenes, so Mom and I see the city and sights between having lunch and dinner with the movie's star kids and other actors so that we all can be at ease and know each other a bit.
There are three kids about my age who are real movie stars, and are the main stars of the movie, and five other kids who are co-stars, and about ten of us who are background or secondary characters.
We go to nice restaurants and talk and have some fun getting to know each other. It's just us kids, with the studio's adult chaperone, a guy who has a big belly and almost no hair. He's nice. Our parents aren't allowed, because it's supposed to be just us actors getting to know each other so we can act like friends for filming.
Then on Monday I go to the set with my mom. Wow. A real movie set with real actors and stuff. We're there all day, mostly waiting around in the trailer for the secondary actors and their parents, watching television and talking and playing games. The trailer has two bathrooms and a kitchen, and the two bedrooms are set up different. One is for the adults to play cards, with a big table and a television. The other one is for us kids with two big couches and two televisions with different video game systems with a lot of games. The front room is couches and tables.
We get our clothes we wear each day for the scenes we're in. There's a lot of changing clothes in the bathroom and in the stalls near the stages. We change into our own clothes at the end of our day. Sometimes our day ends at noon, but rarely, and usually only for one or two of us. Sometimes we're all done at the same time, usually around six or seven at night.
So I hang out with the other kids playing secondary characters in the room with the video games. Some get called to do scenes, alone or in groups. Sometimes I go with a group and we do a short scene standing in the background as the main characters do their thing.
About six, one of the stage handlers comes in and calls my name. I change into the clothes my character is wearing for the scenes we're doing today. Mom and I go out to the stage and I do the scene I'm in with one of the main actors. No lines for me in this one, I just react to the line he delivers to me. Then we do another scene with some others. And then another. Multiple takes on each scene. It's fun, but it's a lot of standing around and waiting, too. And having to change in the stalls by the stages. By ten, the scenes are done, and shooting is done for the day.
The next day is the same, but the second time I'm called to the stage is the scene where I have two lines. I screw up a little, like the other secondary actors do too, but I get it done. I go back to the trailer, and then back at seven for another few scenes where I have no lines.
I learn that my next scene with lines is schedule for Friday, but I have non-speaking scenes all week. It's a tough week. Long hours at the studio, usually from six in the morning to after ten at night.
I get to be friends with several of the other actors. We're pretty much separate from the main actors. They all have their own trailers on the other side of the sound stage, along with the adult actors. Most of us secondary actors show up every day with our parents or other adults, but two don't. The famous actors have assistants who are always with them and drive them around.
After I do my last speaking scene, I get more relaxed. I don't have to worry about screwing up now, and just stand around and follow stage directions. We run when we are supposed to, scream when we're supposed to, all that. It's way more fun now.
Making a movie is hard work, but a lot of fun too. And working with teen idols is awesome. I get to see them all day. Hot guys I'd beat-off to many times, and there I was making a movie with some of them. Wow. I was having a wild time in my bed at night, jerking off with images of those hot guys in my head.
After a month or so, one of the guys is making out with one of the girls in the game room of the trailer. With some parents a room away and the door open. Her mom and his mom are feet away, and they've got their hands in each other's pants and shirts. Not long after that, they often leave together for long periods, and come back all sweaty and smiling. Yeah, we all knew what was going on. Except the adults. They seemed oblivious. I went on a walk one day, and found them between two trailers, their pants down, doing it up against one of the trailers. Actually doing it. She had a nice butt, but seeing his dick going in and out of her was so hot I got a major boner and ran to find a private place to whack one out. I spied on them quite a few times after that.
After almost two months, the filming is running down, and all us kids know each other pretty well. We have a lot of fun on the lot. My mom doesn't always come to the studio with me now. The studio bus picks up a lot of folks from the hotel we're in, so I just ride it now. It makes several runs a day, and takes us to the hotel when we're done for the day.
One day, when the filming is down to the last couple of weeks or so, one of the star kids, I'll call him E, asked me if I wanted to come to his sixteenth birthday party over the weekend. I'm really kind of shocked and honored. I say sure. He says he'll send a car to pick me up in the morning. Cool. I tell him my fourteenth birthday is next month. He says that's cool, and he'll get me a present. I tell him not to, that I probably cant afford to get him one. He laughs, and says that's fine, but he can afford a present for me, so that's what he'll do.
I ask my mom if we can get E a present when she says I can go to his party. She makes a good point, that we couldn't afford anything he didn't have and would want, so we get him a nice card.
The next day, I ask who is going to E's party over the weekend. No one is. They're all surprised I got invited, and some say I'm lying. By the end of the day, it's all around that I'm the only background actor who's invited to E's party. I get the cold shoulder from some of the guys, but what would I expect? I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
The next day I apologize to E for telling about being invited to his party. He asks why, and I tell him.
"Get used to it. Jealousy is like air around here."
I asked him why he invited me anyway.
He puts his arm around my shoulder and says ," "Because I like you, dummy."
By the end of the day, some guys say I'm fucking E, and that's why I got invited. Someone saw him with his arm around my shoulders yesterday, and now I'm a fag and sleeping with a guy. Figures. I put it down to jealousy and stay friends with the guys willing to stay friends.
On Saturday, the car picks me up for E's party, and I go, and I have a great time. E has tons of friends, mostly Hollywood types, and I meet more teen idols and adult stars. It's so cool!
His house has a big pool, and I didn't know we would be swimming, so E says he can loan me a pair of trunks. We go up to his bedroom. Huge house! His room is bigger than most of my house. He gets a pair of trunks out of a dresser and hands them to me. They look kind of big and I say so.
"Try them on."
I look for the bathroom, and ask if that door is it.
"Oh, just try them on. We're both guys. You take showers in gym, right?'
"Yeah."
So, I turn so he can't see my goods and change. He changes too. He's looking at me when I have the trunks on and turn around.
"See? Kind of big, but you can wear 'em."
"Yeah," I agree.
They are baggy, but I can keep them on if I don't dive in head first.
He's wearing Speedo type trunks, and I can tell he's got a lot down there - compared to me anyway. He was hot. Nice body. I'd always wanted to see him naked. I'd seen him in three movies, and never without a shirt, except this one picture of him without a shirt. In swimming trunks, standing in front of me, I almost got boned up.
So we go swimming. Like fifty kids in a huge pool having fun. Awesome lunch, then presents, then music and games, then swimming until dark and dinner.
Swimming with a bunch of hot guys was hard. In that way. I was turned-on pretty often.
Some of E's friends are really cool and treat me great, some are stuck up and act like I have a disease. Most of the famous kid actors act like I'm normal, but a couple never even talk to me. Some stars are assholes.
After dark, we're swimming again, and most of the guests have left. There's only two famous kids still there, both of them are pretty nice to me. There's about twenty of us left, mostly sixteen or younger, all in the pool.
The adults are inside, talking and having drinks, and us kids are having a great time. M, one of E's close friends and an actor in a couple movies, but not all famous and shit, kind of wrestles with me in the water. And he grabs my junk. I kind of push back and look at him for a second, and he grins, and moves toward me again. I back up. He grabs my stuff again and goes under the water, holding onto it.
I kind of try swimming back and away, but now he's got his hand in my loose trunks and has a hold of my dick. His other hand goes up the leg of my trunks and grabs both my nuts.
I'm about to scream and yell when he lets go and surfaces. He's smiling at me.
"What the hell, dude?" I ask.
"Don't like it?" he asked, getting closer.
"Uh, no.
