Chef Nate Part 2

Chapter 252-2

Chef Nate

Part 2

 

Mr. Tate growled angrily at me asking me where in the hell I had been when I was supposed to be here at 1 pm sharp. Chef Philips said. “Sorry, Mr. Tate we ran into a few problems… I need Nate longer then we expected. He’s all yours until 4 pm, but you must be done with him by then so we can eat on time.”

Mr. Tate said. “I am done compromising; you’re the Chef you can do without him until I am done with him.”

Dad said coming down the hall. “No, Mr. Tate; you’re the one that can work without him. His event is more important then you shooting nude photos of him and Terry. When you decided that you wanted Terry up to speed before your deadline. We agreed that you will get your shoots; you will need, but don’t assume that Nate here should drop everything just because you feel you are being cheated because he was an hour late. Did you stop to even ask why he was late? No, you just expected him to drop everything for you, regardless.” Dad turned to me and asked. “So why were you late if we might ask when we're supposed to be here at 1 pm at the latest?”

Chef Philips and I quickly broke down the problems we were dealing with as Mr. Tate blinked and ashamed for his recent behavior and quickly apologized stating he overreacted said he was just under a lot of stress. He asked if I needed anything from him that he could make a few calls. Chef Philips said. “We would be stupid to turn down free help.”

Mr. Tate quickly went to the phone and started dialing and within a few minutes he had solved our linen problem where we need all the tablecloths and napkins ironed and pressed and napkins folded ready for use by Friday morning. He calmly stated he personally knew the relief society president in our LDS ward here in Heber and said she could round up all the girls and the stay at home moms to take care of our linen problem all we had to do was show them how we wanted the napkins to look and tell her when and where to pick them up.

Chef Philips stated that they should arrive by 3 pm at the building crews dining area. He said. “Give Nate a few minutes to pick out his napkin settings and put the roasts in the oven and you can have him until four thirty.”

Mr. Tate said. “Can’t you put the meat in the oven Chef while Nate changes clothes and gets painted. He can figure out the napkin arrangement at the same time.” It was reasonable compromises, I didn’t need to be the one putting the roasts in the oven or unload the van.

Dad said. “I think we can work with that. Since you only need Nate for a couple of scenes with Terry considering you have your magazine shots with Nate and Terry already.”

Mr. Tate said. “Quite right Mr. Carrion I just need two maybe three scenes with Nate and Terry. Then I can leave and send the magazines to printing presses. And do the last of the touch-ups on the videos I going to use on Saturday to bring us some quick cash again and pull our asses out of the fire. I think if we have everything including the premiere of Tangled Hearts all wrapped up neatly by Wednesday night I can spend the rest of the week packaging everything so we are looking spot on and give those Mary’s something to wet their appetites and make us ton of money; with enough money to pay off our debts.”

Chef Philips said. “Then it’s settled Nate’s yours until 4 pm or 4:30 at the latest; if you don’t mind me borrowing Eli, Greg, and Kirk for a few minutes when they get home. Considering they have their work cut out from them in the worker's kitchen, and of course, I need to borrow Rhoda and Jackie as well to solve our decor problem and get an update on where we stand on everything else.”

Mr. Tate said. “Take whoever you like, I just need your two boys Luke and Martin when they get home from school as we have agreed upon and Terry and Nate.” The deal was made, with a nod as I was ushered to makeup and wardrobe. Mr. Tate said handing me my script of the scenes he wanted even though all are lines would be on cue cards if we needed them. 

Mr. Tate said to me. “We are going to shoot the scene we tried to do at the farm, then when Martin and Ricky arrive we will add them as well then end the scene using your Dad and end it with your Mom coming home with the groceries. That will give me enough for the first video.” I quickly stripped down to my boxers as Cameron and his assistant Franklin who were the makeup artists who were both gay dressed me and did my makeup.

The rest of our crew were busy getting supplies for Wednesday big shoot. So at best we had was just a skeleton crew. The good thing was they were just using a wig, as they placed a bald cap on top of my hair then stuck fastening clamps and testing it make sure it would stay. They had talked about dying my hair blond again, but we didn’t have the time today to do it so the wig was the best they could do. The other feature they would be adding is tattoo to my lower back in the shape of a falcon and one on my right arm with a snake on it wrapped around an apple. My hair was in a clean-cut missionary crew cut. And I would be wearing just ordinary school clothes right on down to sneakers. 

Terry too was putting on makeup as they complained how white and skinny he was. Mom said. “He won’t be when I have had chance to fatten him up and cooking him to a nice golden brown.” He to was in his boxers as they dressed him picking out which clothing would be best, arguing if he should be a bad boy are a clean cut normal average boy. Mom said bad boys have more fun, ending it; finding him a black leather jacket and pair of biker boots. Then threw that idea out the window because it resembled too much of Marks character in Tangled Hearts.

So they quickly removed his jacket and shirt deciding on basic jock like me. In Letterman's Jacket that said Heber High on it with several pins matching mine. Stating we were best buds, which was perfect for the scenes. The scene was simple I was to bring Terry home with me from school to study together and spend the night with me and our two friends Martin and Luke arriving late with sleeping bags pillows and backpacks.

Mom would greet us as I ask her if it was alright if my friends and I have a sleepover. Then we would go to my room and the getting acquainted scene would begin. Mom bit her lip not liking the idea of us wearing shoes in the house, but Mr. Tate overruled her stating the shoes are clean, no mud or dirt would get on her golden carpets. Besides we wouldn’t be wearing them long.

Once we were dressed and had our gear we stepped outside onto the cold porch waiting for our queue to go in. Mr. Tate said to us. “We are going all the way boys, I mean it. I gave you the whole day and last night to bring Terry up the speed. It better look real or I will bend him over personally and he can find my penis up his a*s. Do I make myself clear?”

Terry cringed and he and I nodded. We had covered this last night, we wouldn’t be actually having sex it would like we were and nothing more. Mom and Dad stated if Mr. Tate wanted more then that he could forget it until Terry was ready. However that didn’t apply to me or my two friends Martin and Luke, not even Dad was exempt from having sex with us or us him. Terry was the only one getting a free pass.

Terry and watched the boys finish unloading the Van as they carried everything into Bishop Earls place. I didn’t have a lot of time, not that we needed much, just enough to state we were into each other hot and heavy. The title of the video was “Out In The Open.” It was about boys coming out for the first time as gay lovers. Our cue was given as I opened the door shouting “Mom I am home.”

The living room had been walled up to hide everything including the kitchen, finding the room empty with basic home furniture that had been purchased just for these types of moves, rugged and worn.  Mom, in reality, was in the living room with ironing board ironing one of my Sunday shirts with a whole line of clothes behind her and washer and dryer background so it looked like an average house, yet with cameras rolling on top of large tracks as they followed our movement. Mom shouted that she was in the laundry room. As I approached the fake wall and opened the door as the cameras followed me and Terry with all his stuff in our hands.

We entered the laundry room as the walls moved out of the way freezing the frame to make the room appear bigger than actually was to fit all the camera equipment. Mom said. “Hello boys, how was school?” She was wearing a low cut shirt showing too much cleavage that showed she wasn’t wearing a bra, she was wearing a pair of faded jean shorts that had lots of holes in them, that said they were comfortable and that it was warm outside, instead of about 25 degrees. Plus the fact she was barefoot stating she was at home and not somewhere else. 

Terry said. “Just fine Mrs. C.” Which was the new slang back then when the kids used it all the time every since TV show Happy Days came on the air. It was to give our video validation that it was current and trendy.  Kids used only the first letter of there last name when addressing someone else’s parent.

I quickly said following the queue cards with our lines on it. “I invited Terry and Luke as well as his brother Martin over for a sleepover, so we could study together for a big exam on Monday.”

Mom said. “Well as long it's just studying and you boys keep it down to a low roar. I don’t have a problem with it. I see Terry but where are your other two friends Luke and Martin… Steven?” Mom called me Steven instead of Steve indicating she was indeed my mother, knowing most kids hated it when they used their full name. It was a typical argument and Mom and I with Mr. Stringum writer wrote the script so it wouldn’t sound or look cheesy like most porn movies, but wanting it to be more real to real life.

There was no music as of yet that we could hear. Mr. Tate had no choice in the matter regarding Mom deleting the cheesy play back music, said we are filming something to grab the attention of Mary’s. They are educated enough to feel with emotions just like anyone else. I said turning to leave as Mom started going back to her ironing “They had to stay after school for lighting firecrackers in the girl’s locker room. My name is Steve Mom, not Steven. You know I don’t like it when call me that.”

Mom turned the shirt as if she was really ironing it, said, “We’ll I could think of better ways to get a girls attention. Steven, and personally I like the name Steven it sounds more masculine.”

I said as I growled angrily. “Everyone but you calls me Steve. Steven is for babies and I am not a baby…” I took a quick breath waiting for Mom pretending that she made me angry. It didn’t require a lot of acting on my part all I had to do was think what I was about to do Terry and his brother in the coming days. I was so going to hell for it.

Mom said. “You will always be Steven to me son. Too me you will always be my little boy…” Turning the shirt over to iron the other side to make it looks like she was at home having a normal every discussion as she worked at being a stay at home Mom, as Mom in clothes that didn’t seem practical, but Mr. Tate insisted to make my adoptive Mom more of w***e by night and mother during the day kind of thing.

I said as if embarrassed me oh most whining. “Oh, really Mom? I am not baby, I am a Jr. in high school and I am not afraid of girls… and they started it. If you recall when they did the same thing to us last week as some of us ran out into the hallway butt naked thinking we were being shot at….But if must know, I am more into guys.”

I turned around and kissed Terry allowing him to put his arms around him; giving the cameras a good shot of two guys kissing. Mom said. “Oh God, please tell me you two haven’t been having sex?”

I released him and smiled, said grinning. “No, but I plan too. Just to prove that I am not a baby anymore and I am all grown up.”

Mom dropped the Iron and opened her blouse allowing the buttons to break off into different directions, showing her bare breasts, said. “Look at me, Steven. You don’t find these attractive anymore…?”

I looked deep into Terry’s eyes after I looked at Mom, said. “That’s the problem Mom, I find you and the girls very attractive without your clothes on, but when I look at Terry, naked in the boy's locker room shower. I want him too. So I am torn between if I like girls or boys, plus the fact if I asked a girl to take off her clothes and bathe with me she would laugh at me. Terry won’t laugh at me. He feels the same way I do… Torn, between rejection or us being made fun of for how we feel for each other.”

Franklin and Cameron our two resident gay Mary’s were dabbing their eyes as we stood looking into each other's eyes… torn apart for how the world would look on us two gay lovers trying to find their own way in this mixed up world.

She said. “Fine, I realize you are at a delicate stage when you boys haven’t yet got the nerve to ask a girl politely if she would like to have sex with you. Instead of playing these cat and mouse games. I understand son these feelings of not understanding about your emotions as your hormones are raging inside of you. You should know there is nothing wrong with wanting both. You hear me Steven darling you don’t have to choose.”

We pretend not to hear her as we started kissing again turning her out the world around us. I turned around leaving as if I didn’t hear a word she said as I said. “Tell Martin and Luke we will be in my room studying.”

The camera froze frame as we waited for them to slide the wall back into place to make it look like we were walking in and out of Moms laundry room scene. Waiting as Mom peeked around the corner and sagged to the ground in the doorway with her breast heaving. “My Little boy can’t be gone. Oh God please tell me he isn’t gay?”