That Crazy Reality Show

by Natasha Kent

  Enough daydreaming. I turned from the island to get the juices from the fridge and before I could stop myself ran smack into a wall….again…..a Matt Wellington wall. He was right behind me and when I turned I ended up with one hand at his stomach and the other on a pec. I almost messed in my pants.

  “Whoa, sorry dude,” I said. “Didn’t hear you come in” and I quickly took my hands off of him. I could have stayed like that forever, though. Sheesh!

  “I was just enjoying the view,” he replied, smiling.

  I turned back around and faced the windows. “Isn’t it awesome?”

  “Oh, I thought it was terriffic.”

  “Dude, you like those weeks at the beach don’t you. Pal, you’ve had about a month's worth.” He laughed. I was starting to pay more attention to his laugh. It was really nice. I’m sure my becoming buzzed had nothing to do with it at all.

  “Sex, Martin.”

  I turned and looked at him. “Yes, I have it from time to time.” Oh douchebag! Mentally I rolled my eyes back in my head. Sometimes I say the stupidest friggin’ things!

  “Goofball. I mean the drink. I’d rather call it Sex On The Beach.”

  “Well, alrighty then” I stood back at the island and started mixing the pitchers of drinks.

  “That way when I say ‘Martin, I want some sex’ you’ll know what I’m talking about.”

  I shook my head and grinned. “Hey Matty, we’re on t.v. remember? Let’s not let all of our secrets out, k?”

  He laughed out loud at that. “Sorry man, I haven’t eaten lunch yet and I’ve had two of those things already.”

  “Three.”

  Smiling, “You don’t miss anything do you.”

  I cut my eyes at his pecs and looked up real quickly. Come on gay guys, you know you do this too. Try to steal glances even if the guy’s looking right at you. And then you let your eyes wonder around a bit to try and disguise the fact that you were just looking at his schwantz. Of course the drool hanging from your lip gives you away.

  “I try not to miss a thing.” How flirty could I get here? I’d have to play it by ear. “In that case,” I continued,” I’ll have to make these a little stronger.” I got a big grin from him on that one. Perfect teeth.

  Oye, this is going to be along 8 weeks!

  Pa

  rt 4

  I rolled over and got on all fours, arching my back a little to give him better access to my cock-hungry ass. He got onto the bed and started to rub his cock head up and down my ass. This guy was such a fuckin' tease! I wanted him so bad! Up and down my crack he slid. "You better hurry or I'll close up shop," I said, laughing.

  Then I felt his head at my hole, which was quivering with anticipation. He placed his hands on my hips and I backed into him a little, letting him know I was ready. Matt held tightly onto my hips and started to move forward, pushing the head of his dick right into my asshole.

  "I've wanted this for so long, Mike," he said. "You have no idea." And with that he pushed in...slowly. Until only a few inches were in. He pulled out slowly and started fucking my ass with those few inches. No, he wasn't fucking me; he was making love to me. I could feel it.

  This was not going to be a fast and furious fuck. He was taking his time; caressing my back, rubbing my shoulders, kneading my ass with his strong hands.

  He slipped more of his big dick into my ass, but I was guessing that there were a few inches left. So he made love to me for what seemed like forever with not even his whole cock. But that was just it. I wanted his whole cock. So on one of his trips in I slammed my ass back all the way against his pelvis. He groaned out loud. My hot ass was totally engulfing his manhood. Mmm.

  He held me against his waist as he bent over to kiss me. I turned my head and upper body as our tongues wrestled around. "You're driving me crazy," I moaned. "Dammit, mmm."

  He withdrew, but not as slowly as before, until just the head was in my ass. Then he drove it all home. Not slamming, but just fast, eager. He kept up that pace; and yes, my prostrate was humming. I was in total heaven. He leaned over and pressed his chest into my back as he delivered each thrust with gusto. This man was a keeper, I thought to myself as he started to kiss and chew on my back.

  I pushed myself back into his thrusts as he picked up speed, sending jolts of through my body every time his met mine. I dropped my face down to the bed and he really started to nail my ass, rotating his cock in and around my asshole. I was thinking he might just crawl in if he could!

  All of a sudden he withdrew and I felt empty. I missed having my Matt-cock in me, but I wouldn't be `lonely' for long. He flipped me over on my back again and put my legs against his chest (you all know the `drill'), placed his cock at my hole and this time plunged in. Oh man! I started pinching my own nipples as he started to hammer away at my ass. I was going totally crazy. His fucking was relentless and we were both pretty slick with sweat. I reached up and started playing with his nipples, pinching and twisting them. This caused him to pick up speed.

  He reached for my cock, which by this time was hard as steel, and started to jack it. I'm tellin' ya, all guys should have sex with other guys now and then, `cause we really only know how to make each other feel, right? He jacked me like I never jacked myself, taking time to rub his thumb around my head. I felt like I was going out of my mind. He put a little bit of lube in his palm and started to stroke my cock with a nice tight grip (but I doubt it was as tight as my ass was around his thick cock). Oh, I loved this man. I knew it. Mmmm.

  He picked up pace and we started to get really frantic with each other. His fist was pumping my hard cock while his thick cock was destroying my insides. Where did this guy come from? He was so totally fuckin' hot!!! And his staying power! FUCK! He must've fucked my ass for a good half an hour before he started to moan real loud. He started humping my ass in a fury as he gripped my cock even tighter. The pounding my ass and prostate were getting, combined with the grip he had on my shaft were...

  “Ummm Mike.”

  “Mmmm.”

  “Hey Mike.”

  “Hmmm yeah…”

  “Martin!”

  “WHAT!” I hollered, bolting upright in bed. I looked around the strange room and it all came back to me. It took me a second to clear the fog but sadly I realized that I had been dreaming. Shit! I’m in the studio and Matt’s standing next to my bed. I’m on the bed still fully clothed. Needless to say, I didn’t lose my cherry last night…..dammit! But what a dream!

  Then the memory of the night before came back to me.

  * * * *

  Sometime in the evening when we should have been eating dinner, but were drinking instead, Carla and Sonya showed up. They apparently had a reunion of their own before they got to the studio. One flew in from Seattle and the other from Dayton; they transferred to the same plane in Memphis where they ended up sitting next to each other into Atlanta. They were as gabby as two girls could be. Hell, maybe they became lipstic lesbians, who knows. Anyway, myself, Matt, Amanda and Albert were drunker than cootie brown, while Jessica and Eddie had only a little more to drink. For the most part I had a great time. We ended up being in the hot tub for a few minutes after I brought the second batch of Sex upstairs, and since everyone was starting to get pickled we opted to head back downstairs and hang out there. Reminding us that music always has something to say (ugg), Eddie fiddled around with the stereo and got some great tunes going for us. Drink some more, Eddie.

  Whenever I get liquored up I have this mad tendency to start being really goofy. I’ll start dancing around, singing, flirting (most certainly flirting). All girls think that it’s cute when a guy flirts. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the dancing part, who knows, but a couple of the girls, Carla and Jessica, I think, were dancing around with me. Just so you know, I dance like a complete fag, my arms in the air and my ass waving around all over the damn place. Otherwise, no fem here….except when I dance. Oh well. What can ya do? I just feel the music and shake my groove thang. I also make lots
of stupid jokes and can sometimes overdo it and become the ass of the party as opposed to the life of the party. But that night I was just having a great time with the other people.

  Amanda was too. Or at least she tried. Sometime in the evening I had changed out of my wet shorts and g-string (hah! That got your attention) into something else. Actually, I don’t wear crack floss. I love to wear boxer drawers so after a night of really hot and uncut masturbation I can let those bad boys flop around and let my shit hang out in the boxers. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Anyhow, I got dressed into something dry. Matt did too. Well, everyond did, but I wasn’t looking at the girls, whose shorts were so tight it looked like they had “camel toe.” If you don’t know what that is, e-mail me and I’ll explain it. Yeesh! Nope, I was checking out Matt. He had on jean shorts and a t-shirt which was tucked in. What a neat boy. No shoes on. Actually, all of us were barefoot, but this is Georgia so what do you expect? I’ve never been into feet but I think I could make an entrée out of his. Or not, depending how much I’d had to drink. But his feet were big. Oye! Well, he’s tall so that makes sense.

  “Damn Matt,” I said, “what size canoes do you wear on those feet?”

  “Twelve.”

  “Man!”

  “What?” he asked, smirking.

  “You know what they say about a man with big feet and big hands don’t you.”

  “Hmmmmm….”

  “They wear big shoes and big gloves!”

  He laughed a bit at that.

  “And you know what they say about a man who wears big shoes and big gloves, right?”

  “What’s that?”

  “He’s a clown!” I had to laugh at myself. Liquor will do that to you. Or at least to me. He got tickled at that too. And then Amanda sauntered over to him.

  “Wanna dance?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I’d like to” he said, looking over at me. Only he didn’t move, he stood there against the back of the kitchen island (package-fitting jeans shorts just right).

  Amanda glanced over at me, and I was just smiling like a dope. “Well?” she said.

  “But not with you.” He laughed and we high-fived.

  “You two are the biggest bitches” she said laughing. “I can take a hint. You two want to be alone.”

  “Yeah,” said Matt as he reached over and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him.

  “Dude, what the fuck?” I laughed.

  “Mizz Scahlet, you are a damned…something…woman.” He was too drunk to remember my name, let alone any line from “Gone With The Wind.” Everyone kept watching the entertainment, which was us, laughing and having a good time.

  “I don’t know nuttin’ ‘bout birthin’ no babies!” I said. Matt let me go and roared with laughter. It doesn’t sound funny now, but when you’re drunk it does. Meanwhile poor Eddie was there just smiling. He seemed kind of sad.

  “What’s up with you, hoss?” I asked him. “You havin’ a good time?” There were other conversations going on as well so it was really me and him. Or I should say, me and him and him and him, because I was really buzzed and not seeing too clearly.

  “Yeah, I’m just so used to being out in the middle of nowhere, not really around a whole lot of people; this is kinda nice. It’s fun.”

  I smiled at him. “Well drink up then, bee-yoch!” (Author’s note, does anyone really know how to spell that?)

  Eddie laughed and toasted me. I looked over at Matt. Amanda was there, not shutting up, with her hand on his arm. At one point he held up his hand and I could see his mouth say the word “enough” as he shook his head. He turned back and looked over at me. There was music on and people talking so instead of saying anything I smiled at him in my drunken haze and raised my half-empty glass in a mock toast from across the room. He smiled and raised his glass as well. Amanda saw him and then looked over at me. Rolling her eyes she shot both of us birds and asked us if we’d like to be alone. That caught a couple of peoples’ attention.

  Matt replied with a laugh. “Heh, heh, heh.” I think he’d had eight weeks at the beach. Excuse me, SEX on the beach.

  So playing her game I said, “You know why guys choose to be gay don’t you?”

  Ok, so that really turned a few more ears our way.

  “Why,” she said.

  “Because we hate to talk after sex!”

  Everyone burst out laughing. Matt laughed and thought for a moment.

  “We?” he asked.

  Oh fuck! Gotta lay off the vodka. I’m still on television. “We guys, dummy, not we gays.”

  “Uh huh. I know what you meant” Amanda said with a wicked laugh.

  “Oh come on. Matt, you know what I’m talking about. After you have sex with someone you’d rather roll over and go to sleep” I said.

  “Someone? You mean a girl, right?” he said.

  I rolled my eyes and said “Duh! I’ve been drinking. My words ain’t quite right!” I laughed.

  “Well that’s too bad,” he said. “I was hoping you’d meant to say ‘someone’.” He smiled really big and laughed. Perfect teeth. Fucker.

  “What. Ever!” I said.

  “Well don’t you want to bond with ‘someone’,” Amanda asked, using her fingers to quote the word “someone.”

  I busted out laughing and told her to fuck off. I was kidding of course. You gotta remember that this was all drunken banter.

  “Seriously, though, don’t you want to get close, emotionally?”

  Oh boy, now the drunks become serious and emotional. Goody! I decided to keep this on a light track.

  “Honey, the only reason a guy has sex is to get off.” Unfortunately Matt was taking a sip from his drink as I said this and he spit it out all over her. I thought I was going to die. I laughed so hard I thought I’d puke. I was going to continue with the conversation but Amanda left the room, laughing, to go change her outfit. “Better put on a raincoat!” I said.

  Ay-yi-yi. More crap like that went on and I finally got to the point where I recognized that I was just on this side of being sick-drunk, so I started drinking lots of water. I wasn’t a fan of hangovers and knew from experience that drinking water would help cut down on that.

  I was really starting to feel out of it so I headed over to the little boys’ room to go tee-tee. Wait, I mean pee-pee. I still hadn’t unpacked and actually wasn’t going to that night. I just needed to lay down for a second….and……..rest.

  * * * *

  I woke up from that dream with a raging hardon. I didn’t have a hangover but my mind was a little foggy. Matt was still standing over my bed. “Earth to Martin.” I turned and looked up at him. I’m really not a morning person and felt like someone had just taken a dump on my head.

  “Hmm.” I responded.

  “Come on, gotta get up.”

  I looked around the room. Eddie and Albert were in their beds, sleeping soundly. The sky was just starting to lighten in the southeast.

  “What the fuck time is it?” I really hate mornings.

  “It’s 6:30.”

  “Ohhhhhhhh.” I moaned and laid back down on my pillow. “Why are you doing this to me. I friggin’ hate mornings, god dammit” I said with mock anger. I may be a teacher but all of my classes are after lunch, which works out perfectly with my regiment of beauty rest and oral masturbation.

  “Well from the looks of things you’re already up” he said, with a burst of laughter.

  I looked down at my still hard dick. Granted it was in my ball-hanging boxers, inside my shorts, but you could still see what was up. “You can be such a dick, man.” I said and rolled over to hide it. For a straight guy, he was sure sending off some gay vibes. Gaydar! Gaydar!

  “Sorry man. It comes from being a former jock. Must have been all that water you drank last night” he said, still laughing. “Better get up.”

  “I am. Fucker.” I groaned. Really hate mornings.

  He walked off towards the bathroom and I saw that he had a towel wrapped arou
nd his waist. Nice back muscles. Ugg. I need some action! I let ‘boner’ turtle up, which is not easy to do when you’re at full mast in the morning, and headed over to the bathroom to take a wicked piss. As I stepped over to the commode, Matt, who was at the sink, said with a smirk “Or maybe it was that dream you were having” he continued.

  “What are you talking about.”

  “When I tried to wake you up, you were moving around and moaning like you were gettin’ some.”

  Now my sarcastic morning side began to show it’s lovely head. “Actually, bitch-ass, it was a great dream. I dreamt I bent you over the sink and banged you with my ten inches of dangling fury.” My eyes half-closed from the brightness of the bathroom lights, hair all fucked up; must’ve looked like a real beaut!