That Crazy Reality Show

by Natasha Kent

“Shhh.” I said, finding the lube. I coated a few of my fingers with the slippery stuff and grabbed his dick, shoving it back into my mouth. “Grrrrr,” he growled. His cock head was hard but spongy and I chewed on it lightly with my lips. I reached beneath him and started playing with his asshole using my lubed fingers. “Now we’re talkin’” he whispered. I teased his hole with my fingers for a few minutes while I took about half of him into my mouth. It was getting easier to take more and more of him. Finally I started dipping a finger into his ass. I felt it clenching so I stopped for a minute, but kept on licking and slobbering on his granite dick.

  I slowly slipped it into him as he held onto my head with one hand. His other was still holding the blanket around us. His ass felt hot and velvety around my finger and I started to get hard again. Knowing that I was giving him such pleasure was turning me on to no end. I started withdrawing my finger and got into a good finger fuck rhythm while I sucked his cock. He seemed to like it when I twisted my mouth back and forth around the shaft as I went up and down on him.

  I slipped a second finger in, my middle one, and found his prostate. His knees buckled and he ended up shoving more of his cock down my throat. I almost gagged a bit but got over it. Now that I had his magic button his ass was mine…literally! Every time I pressed against it I mashed my mouth down onto his cock, tasting the now steadily-flowing pre-cum. It was sweeter than I expected, but it was from Matt, so I wasn’t gonna complain anyway.

  Over and over I pressed and sucked, increasing my speed constantly. My mouth became a fuck hole for him. He dropped his other hand to my head and started pounding me good, feeding me that meat. I kept fingering his button and his moans and grunts really became guttural. “Fuckkkk, Martin,” he kept repeating over and over. I felt his nut sack tighten up against his body and started furiously mashing his prostrate. His cock swelled even bigger in my throat and I knew what was next, so I backed up a bit, keeping pressure in his ass.

  “Arrrrgggggg,” he growled as volley after volley of his hot cum sprayed into my mouth. I couldn’t keep up and some of it dribbled out the sides of my mouth as he slammed in and out of my face. I swallowed what I could and felt the rest sliding down my chin. God he tasted good. Suddenly he dropped the sheet and hooked his hands under my armpits, pulling me up to stand. He kissed me while he ground his still hard cock into my body.

  “Oh my God….oh my God” he kept moaning as he kissed my face and licked his own cum from my neck. “Martin,” he said huskily, “where the fuck have you been all my life.”

  I let out a short laugh. I was completely exhausted and needed to catch my breath. I reached down and milked what was left of his juice. He’d violently shudder as I rubbed the cock head. “God, please….can’t take it,” he said. I put my arms around him and felt the heat from his chest on mine. Now here was a man I could take home, I thought. After a few minutes I leaned down to pull up his shorts. On the way down I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and was able to take it all the way in—but only because it was soft. I’ll have to work on that, I thought. Releasing him, I pulled his shorts up, stood up and kissed him.

  Matt held me and looked into my eyes. “Martin…there’s so much I want to share with you. I’ve never felt this way for someone before. I just…” and he held me tightly. I felt so warm….and safe. I didn’t want to leave this spot. My mind was racing ninety to nothing.

  “Matty, how the fuck are we going to last six more weeks?”

  “Oh shit,” he moaned, “I don’t even want to think about it.” He ran his fingertips up and down my back and it felt great. Our breathing slowed down a bit and I started to get sleepy….that is until he suggested a dip in the hot tub.

  “Clothes on or off?” I asked.

  He grinned at me, and with his fingertip tilted my head up to meet his. His kisses were dynamite. “Let’s get to that tub,” he sighed.

  Matt pulled his shorts back up and we went inside. Knowing that we still had people living in the studio we got into the hot tub with our shorts on. Even though it was around 2:00 in the morning we were really taking a chance out on the deck, even with a blanket surrounding us. Six more weeks was going to be hard to take. I knew I would have loved to experiment some more on Matt but I didn’t want to make anyone else uncomfortable if they ran into us.

  We sat side by side in the tub as the water started to heat up. He had his arms up on the edge of the tub and I backed myself into his body. Then he draped his hand over my shoulder. I leaned over and put my face into the bubbling water, blowing some of my own bubbles. I looked back up and wiped the water off of my face. “You like doing that, don’t you,” he said.

  “Never really thought about it,” I smiled. Beneath the water I put my hand on his thigh. “I’ll tell you what, hoss, I never expected you to do what you did tonight.”

  “What’s that.”

  “The singing at the bar. I had no idea you could sing, let alone sing a song like that. Man,” I said nudging him, “you got some set of lungs on you. Among other things.” He smiled big at that. “Seriously though, I’ve never had someone do something like that for me before. Thank you. It made me feel really special.” I lay my head on his shoulder.

  He started stroking my hair. “I’ll tell you what,” he laughed a bit, “I was never more nervous in my life.”

  “Amanda told me that you used to sing barbershop? How cool is that! I take it you sang lead.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why’d you stop?”

  “Oh, I just got a little bit busy with all the construction stuff. I had fun while I did it, though.”

  “You have a really nice voice.”

  “Thanks.”

  “So have you performed before?”

  “Only with the chorus. I never really did any solos. That was one of the reasons I was so damn nervous. Usually I have about eight other leads to lean back on in a chorus of about fifty guys. Just me up there...well that was a bit intimidating.”

  I thought about what he had said. “What was the other reason you were nervous?”

  “Geeze, look who I was singing for.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean,” I looked up at him.

  “Dude, you’re like the friggin’ music man. You know so much about music. It’s like in your soul—that much is obvious. I was just afraid I’d screw it up. Oh yeah, coming out in public like that was a bit odd,” he laughed. “You convinced me, though.”

  “Me.”

  “Yeah, you’re just really a stand-up guy. It’s like nothing bothers you. Plus you kinda took the lead in coming out to your parents and on this show. I figured you had some chutzpah to do that so I could do it too. I told you that you’re a brave guy.”

  “Chutzpah, huh? Well I was a stand-up guy out on that deck.” He laughed at that. “And a kneel-down guy too. Next time it’s in a bed.”

  He squeezed me playfully against him. “When’s that gonna be.”

  “Shit, who knows. It’s too damn hard worrying about if other people are gonna come waltzing in. We’ll just have to play it safe for a while,” I said.

  Matt let out a low rumble. “You’re probably right, dammit.”

  I rubbed his leg a bit. “It’s ok, we’ll make it. I’ve waited this long—a few more weeks won’t kill me.”

  “Thanks,” he said with mock hurt. I rolled my eyes at him and pinched his nipple. “Hey! Don’t get me started again,” this time with a sexual undertone to his voice.

  “You nut,” I said, sinking back down against him.

  We sat there silently for a few minutes before Matt asked, “Why have you waited so long, Martin? To be with a guy.”

  I let out a breath and sat there thinking about that for a while.

  “I hate the answer,” I said.

  “Why?”

  “Because the answer to that question is that I’ve been too selfish, and that itself is embarrassing” I said simply.

  “Huh?”

  “Well, if I don’t get really involved
then I don’t get hurt. You know that,” I said referring to our conversation the previous week. “It’s like self-preservation.”

  “Yeah, but if you don’t get involved, then you don’t get loved.”

  I thought about that for a second. “You know, lots of people throw the word ‘love’ around like a frisbee and they want you to get all warm and runny.”

  Matt sat back away from me and I turned to look at him. “Shit, man, you sound bitter.”

  “Not bitter, just…I don’t know.” I put my face into the water again, then felt his hands on my shoulders pulling me back out.

  “Cut that out,” he said. “ ’Just’ what?”

  I flipped the water out of my face. “I’m scared, Matt, ok? I spent years with people acting one way toward me but then showing their true colors by leaving me out. I thought I had extended myself then and look where it got me.”

  After a moment he said, “You know that’s the biggest bunch of bullshit I’ve heard in a while.” I looked back at him with a surprised look. “I’m serious Mike, that’s just a load of crap. High school was high school and now it’s over. People are different—they change. Hell man, look at me. I’m not the same guy you remembered, am I.”

  I shook my head ‘no.’

  “Do you act the same way, have the same attitudes as ten years ago?”

  I laughed at that. “Oh, hey-ell no!” This sounded like what I said to the producer the day before we all arrived at the studio.

  “See! You’re not the same as you were, so why are you so damned afraid to take a chance. Hell, you even sang about it the other night. I’m assuming that you were talking about me.”

  I looked at him, “Matt, I was totally singing about you last week. I am taking a chance,” I insisted. “You asked why I never had tried before now. And I’ll tell you what, I’m even nervous now. What if in six weeks we sort of cool off and just hang out, or even worse, not even do anything at all. I know that I’m taking a chance but I can still be nervous. I’ll tell you what, my friend,” I continued, “I’ve never done what I did to you on that deck, either. I was scared shitless because I wanted to do it right. I wanted to give that to you. To you, not anyone else! Hey, I don’t mind facing my fears and nervousness. When it comes to relationships I just have never been available. But it’s something I’m willing to change, or work on. For you.”

  “Wow,” he said somberly.

  “Yeah, wow,” I repeated. I leaned up in the tub, putting my elbows on my knees. Matt started rubbing my back a little bit. “Man, that feels good.”

  After a little silence, Matt asked, “Well what about you?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Well, you should be willing to change for yourself, not just for me.”

  “Not sure I really know what you mean,” I said.

  “Well look at the effect you have on people and try to take some pleasure from that.”

  “Huh? I’m still lost, buddy.”

  “You said that you had sporadic friendships all through your life.”

  “And still do.”

  “Ok, you still do. Have you ever thought about what things you’ve brought to those people?”

  I was still confused. “Like what?”

  “Laughter, happiness, whatever. You brought something positive and good to each and every friendship you’ve had, no matter how long or how short the relationship. That’s more of the positive way to look at it. Let’s say you know ten people,” he explained “and each person has ten really good friends. Those ten friends are a constant but perhaps you’re not. Do you honestly think that you could be with them and not have somewhat of an impact? Whether it’s a large one or a small one doesn’t really matter. You have opportunities in all sorts of relationships to make some sort of an impact.” He paused to look at me. “I’m not trying to sound like an asshole but you’re right, in your past I’d have to agree that you were a bit selfish with friendships, from what you say. Maybe now you can start over and just…extend yourself, knowing that, hey, maybe a friendship with Eddie will only last a few months, but one with Albert might last a lifetime. And if the friendship’s short then glean what you can out of the experience.”

  I looked at him for a second. “Whoo-ee! Where did all that come from?”

  He chuckled a bit. “I just hate to see someone mired down in shit of their own making. That’s all. I spent a long time being a pain in the ass to others because of the junk in my head. I think what I’m trying to say is that if you start opening up yourself to others, then in doing so you also have something to gain.”

  I kinda knew what he was talking about, and then again I kinda didn’t. Maybe the words weren’t coming out right because we were so tired and it was late. Who knows.

  “Matt, listen. I admit that I used to be selfish and that’s a hard habit to break. But you asked me why I haven’t had a relationship yet. I want to quit being that selfish, because I know from experience that I end up lonely. I think that I can try and temper the ‘back off’ personality and risk being known and liked. Hell, even risk being loved and loving back. Like I said, I’m willing to break that habit; and it is a habit. I’m kinda new to this whole aspect of relationships so it might take a while; and if you have it, patience.”

  “I have patience,” he smiled.

  I grinned back. “Like I said on the couch the other day, there’s something about you that makes me want to try. Our personalities just click.”

  “So what are you saying, then.”

  I took a deep breath. “Well, I guess what I’m saying is I’d like to take a stab at having a relationship with you.”

  “You would?”

  “Well, numskull, I just sucked your cock, that should give you a definite hint.”

  He laughed out loud at that. “And you’ve never gotten sexual with anyone before.”

  “Well,” I said, “I’ve had my knob polished a few times,” at which he laughed, “but I’ve never headed south.”

  “So I should feel special then,” he smirked.

  “You’re damn skippy, you should!” I said, smiling.

  “Well you did the job for me.” He stretched his arms up and yawned.

  I elbowed him playfully. “I was most worried about the teeth. That’s a hefty piece of kielbasa, Mr. Wellington,” I said squeezing his package.

  “Hmmm. Want more practice?”

  “Oye! Maybe later. So what do you think?” I asked.

  “Oh, I definitely want you to practice more, pal,” Matt said.

  “No, you dick, about a relationship. Do you want to see where this’ll go?”

  “C’mere,” he said, and then with his hand on the back of my neck he pulled my face to his and gave me just a really nice kiss. Not sloppy, no tongue, just a nice kiss. He sat back and looked into my eyes. “Yes, Mike, I want to see where this’ll go.”

  “Good. Me too.” I looked down at his mouth and back up to his eyes. “I really am crazy about you Matt.”

  He leaned his forehead against mine. “Me too, Martin.”

  I gave him a quick kiss and got up from the tub. “Dude,” I said, stretching, “I’ve got to go to bed. I’m just wrecked,” I yawned.

  He had a sexy smirk on his face and a glint in his eye. “That mouth’s about the right size.”

  “No shit, we already know that.” I turned to walk away.

  “Awwww Martin,” he sort of groaned/whined, “you got such a great ass. When you gonna let me onto that back porch!”

  “Shit man! Have a little patience,” I said.

  “I’ve had patience for these last two weeks!” he griped.

  I turned to look at him. “Really. Since we met you’ve had patience?”

  “Fuck man, you have no idea.”

  “Hmmm,” I said.

  “ ‘Hmm’ what?”

  “If you’d have come out sooner you wouldn’t have had to wait.” I winked at him as he groaned and fell into the water. I couldn’t help laughing at him as he feigned agony.
“Goofball,” I said and headed downstairs.

  * * * *

  The next few weeks went by pretty quickly and a strange thing, well at least I thought it strange at first, started happening to us all. We all became weightless and started floating up and up…. Just kidding. All eight of us became really close. Don’t get me wrong, we all had our differences and bickered. Even Matt and I would bicker every once in a while. But there’s something about being around people day in and day out and you really do become closely attached to them. Everyone in the apartment knew about how Matt and I felt towards each other.

  In later years we’d watch Big Brother or Survivor or whatever other reality shows, and my friends would never understand how a person could become so close with people in the house, saying all of the “I love you” mush. But it’s really hard to be around someone 24/7 and not learn about their lives, their loves, their fears, their hates, etc. It’s almost like taking a regular relationship that needs a year or two to grow and condensing it down into five weeks or eight weeks or whatever. I don’t think I can really explain it that well.