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Hi @Dhpiet77, Thanks for checking out this experiment. I appreciate your thoughts about the terrain between Abilene and Wyoming. Having lived a few years in the Denver region myself, I relate exactly to your points. With this experiment, I made no changes to what AI provided. It's interesting to note that it's knowledge base is certainly not a perfect encyclopedia. A journey from Abilene to, say, Cheyenne in the 1870s might have included rail through Denver (rail lines came into Denver from both Cheyenne and Kansas in 1870. But two cowpokes in love would have probably ridden their horses (as AI suggests here) and used that alone time as a sort of honeymoon. It's not clear from the story if they took cows from Kansas or bought a herd after they got settled. I hadn't caught it when I read the chapter, but you are correct about Aspen. I'm fairly certain there was not an Aspen east of Denver period. Thanks for your thoughtful addition to this experiment! I look forward to your thoughts on the remaining chapters. Ken

When we left the auditions, Brant and I decided to text our friends. BRANT to HECTOR: Casting Director interested. HECTOR: Nice to know. BRANT: Call me before noon Wednesday. Audition set for 10 Thursday if UR interested. I hope UR. ME to JUANITA: They are interested in auditioning Hector for Living Large. I know it’s a big decision for you both. Brant and I would like it to be Hector, but above all, want to protect your relationship and our friendship. HECTOR: Gra

When Brant interrupted our dinner with Juanita Montez and Hector Uvalde by slapping his own forehead and asking to speak to me privately, I had no idea what he wanted to discuss. I followed him into the living room where he was standing at the mantel. I stopped before him and asked, “What’s wrong, babe?” I caressed his shoulder as he looked up at me as if he was in shock. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before now,” he muttered. “What?” “The perfect person to play Ricky.”

Brant had only been back in LA for a few days when we held our first callback for actors hoping to become our next lover. Our first candidate was handsome 27-year-old Caucasian actor Joel Pendergrass. He had submitted this photo as part of his application package. His resumé was rather light and he had a very strong Southern drawl, but he performed well on his video submission and in his read for us. The casting director, Anita Jordy, asked him if he was comfortable doing a lot of

Ah, 2022 had arrived! Soon, Brant, Hector, and the remainder of the crew for Mariel to Miami hopped their flights back to Florida. My last couple of weeks of filming on The Gay King were completed. Harold Gillespie completed the initial script for Living Large and David Dawson, Tammy Emerson (David’s assistant), Harold Gillespie, Anita Jordy (the casting director), and Mark Powell (her assistant) began accepting and viewing the audition tapes for the “third man” in our story, Ricky Last-

We spent Christmas morning in our own bed. We made slow, romantic love for a couple of hours. It was our best time together in months, given our respective on-location shoots out of town and the stress of work even when we were both in town. We kissed, cuddled, caressed, and eventually fucked. He wanted to delay cumming so he plowed my ass for a while, then just laid there with his nice prick keeping me open and relaxed, then plowed me some more. I think he was inside me for nearly an hour

Oh, my God! The Golden Globe nominations were announced and we had big news. First, Beauty Pageant was nominated for Best Television Series – Drama and Rachel Hughes was nominated for Best Performance by an Actress in a Television Series – Drama. Way to go, Mom! There was even more good news in the movie categories. The Seminary Scandals was nominated for Best Motion Picture – Drama and my lovely husband Brant was nominated for Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in any Motion

Mom and Dad came over for dinner on Saturday night. We hadn’t seen them since Friday morning and hadn’t told them about the conversation with David Dawson or about agreeing to do the movie. Because we’re all actors who are constantly watching their waistlines, Brant and I made a gigantic chef’s salad with all kinds of additives and a selection of sugar-free dressings. In a nod to having company, Brant made some spectacular cheesy garlic bread to go with the salads and we served Rocky Road fro

In the afterglow of our lovemaking following our lunch with David and Harold, Brant seemed less panicked about the prospects of a follow-on movie to Laying Low. Although we had not spoken any more about the potential of being with an as-yet unknown actor, I sensed his normal peaceful nature had returned with his sexual release. “Are you feeling better?” I whispered when I could breathe again. “Yes, I am,” he panted. “But I don’t know if that’s … the euphoria of being in you … or the

Brant and I rose a little early the day after Thanksgiving, joined Mom and Dad for breakfast in the nook off the kitchen since it was a bit cool for Mom on the patio. We chatted a bit, but mostly we shared the newspaper and enjoyed Violet’s Belgian waffles and sausage patties. We headed for home as soon as we were done in order to get ready for our mysterious lunch at David Dawson’s house. David’s handsome bearded butler Stephen answered the door, looking quite hot in a crisp white

Hot young actors Brant Kimber and Sky Ford set the cinematic world on fire with their so-sexy-it-barely-avoided-an-X-rating movie Laying Low. Working together on this sexy and romantic movie caused these gorgeous and lovable men to fall in love, eventually to "come out" in Hollywood and get married. The unexpected success of this movie has led to a sequel, called Living Large, which questions if their love and deep bond will be strong enough to see them through a great challenge to their relationship. How solid is their love?

Hi, Sky Ford here. As a young actor who had only gotten to play small roles in commercials and a few television shows, I was utterly thrilled to be cast as the second lead in a small, gay independent film at the beginning of 2020, just as COVID was becoming a noticeable threat to society. The movie, titled Laying Low, was a very sexy movie with only two main characters and a few supporting characters. About 80 percent of the movie would be set in a remote mountain cabin with j

Tuesday before Thanksgiving, when I’d just gotten home from a long day of filming Lunar Base 1, my cell started chirping as I flopped into my favorite Strato-lounger in the immense den at the back of our new house in the Hollywood Hills. For a moment I looked out at the backyard that sloped down a few yards to the cool-deck around the massive pool, then the sounds of the electronic chirping reminded me I had a task at hand. “Hello?” “Hi, Sky,” said a vaguely familiar feminine voice.

Thank you, @Jean87! I love adding the photos. It's a good way to add spice to the stories and I have a lot of fun looking for just the right one. I appreciate your comments very much. Keep reading and enjoying! Ken

@Krista, thank you very much for your thoughtful comments about AI-generated writing. As I piloted through this short story, I simply chose the next plot points from a list of 3 possibilities provided by the bot. After 5 dull, boring, formulaic chapters, I told it to finish the story and gave it three points to include. The result was not a superb chapter, but it was less boring, less formulaic, and more interesting. As the conclusion and wrap-up of the story, it actually made me emotional as I read it. As an author who takes a lot of pride in my work, I don't think I would ever use AI in my writing process. I never run into writer's block (which might be a reason to try AI) and I would never want to relinquish my own control of the story and the thrill of creating something. Thanks again for participating in this experiment! Cheers! Ken

Thank you for sharing your personal connection, @Doha! I was inspired to write this "Based on reality" story to make the point that sometimes a stranger comes through our lives just long enough to gift us with something beautiful such as Art's healing from a bad breakup and your difficult coming out process. It means a lot to me that my story reminded you of your own beautiful story!

Looking forward to seeing your story, @Carl Accolla!

Hello, @dboggs9700! I think I am 2-3 weeks away from completing Another Role of a Lifetime. I'll start posting it as soon as it's complete. It will be about 45 chapters, so it will take a while to get completely posted. Thanks for being a fan!! And thanks for seeing this experiment to the end! Ken

The morning fog of San Francisco rolled lazily past the floor-to-ceiling windows of the grand mansion atop Nob Hill, veiling the bustling harbor below in a soft, silver shroud. Inside the wood-paneled library, a fire crackled merrily in a hearth carved from imported Italian marble, casting a warm, amber glow over Persian rugs and shelves lined with leather-bound books. Sitting in a plush velvet armchair, Jack Callahan looked down at his hands. They were spotted with age now, the knuckles sw

@dboggs9700, I think the lack of dialogue and the somewhat distant 3rd-person perspective make the whole story rather lifeless, almost clinical, although I'm not sure a good scientist would describe a sky the color of a bruised plum. Incidentally, I'm not a plum expert, but given the natural color of a plum, how can you differentiate if it's bruised? Does anyone know?

The final morning of the roundup arrived under a sky the color of a bruised plum. Jack was at the branding fire, his face blackened by soot, when he felt a heavy, unwanted presence behind him. It was Vance "Rawhide" Miller—no relation to their old trail boss, just a drifter from a neighboring outfit who had a reputation for sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Rawhide was leaning against a corral post, whittling a piece of pine with a wicked-looking bowie knife, his small, shifty eyes

I hear you, @dboggs9700. It reads more like a synopsis than an actual story. I hope you will stick with it because it ends with 6 chapters and the last one is a bit different. I'm curious what you will think of it. Thanks for your comments so far!

By July, the Wyoming heat had baked the mud of the spring thaw into hard, cracked earth. The valley was alive with the roar of the annual summer roundup. For the first time since buying their spread, Jack and Silas couldn't just isolate themselves. The open-range laws meant they had to join forces with three neighboring outfits to sort, brand, and count the cattle that had mingled over the winter. For two weeks, their quiet cabin was abandoned for a dusty, chaotic line camp ten miles down t

The spring thaw arrived in Wyoming with the force of a breaking dam. By April, the thick blankets of snow that had isolated Jack and Silas all winter began to melt, turning the valley floor into a rushing patchwork of green grass and roaring streams. The mountain air smelled of wet earth and pine needles. With the warmth came a new kind of labor. Their small herd of cattle, weak from the lean winter months, was beginning to calve. Jack and Silas spent dawn till dusk in the saddle, tracking

Just a note to say I am thoroughly enjoying all the comments you wonderful (and intelligent!) readers are posting. Thank you all so much. There are a total of 6 chapters (I got bored and ended it), so keep checking to see how the story evolves. I do not claim to be the author of this drivel -- I wouldn't publish it in this condition, for sure. I'm more like a producer (as in movies) maybe? Anyhow, as I said in the Prologue, it's simply an experiment. But it is rather fun, I think. Gotta go work on a sex scene for Another Role of a Lifetime. 😋