by Natasha Kent
It was the week of the actual reunion and we all decided to go full-out and dress completely formal for the occasion. I figured that there were other people would do the same but since we were showing up as a group we wanted to look really snazzy. All the guys went to the tuxedo place to get fitted and the gals had actually taken care of their outfits the week or so previous. You know how chicks are. Always kvetching about their attire. The dude at the tux shop asked us guys if we wanted real bow ties or the fake, bullshit ones. We all decided on the real bowties since Eddie said he knew how to tie one.
The reunion itself was to be held at the Ritz-Carlton on Peachtree Street, which is right across from the Peachtree Plaza Hotel. The Plaza was once billed as the tallest hotel in the world, but I don’t know if it still carries that distinction. The top three floors of the building are taken up by The Sundial Restaurant and Lounge. The restaurant itself rotates very slowly, making one revolution per hour. The lounge has several balconies which overlook the revolving restaurant and on a clear day you can see all the way to the North Georgia Mountains and east to Stone Mountain.
The night of the reunion we were all excited to see other people from our school. It’s funny how for a year or two after hight school you might have some contact with fellow classmates and then you just start having and living your own life, and peoples’ directions change. Albert and I got dressed while Eddie and Matt took a shower. I had long since decided that I couldn’t help myself if Matt was in the next stall while I showered. I would have to jump his bones. Simple as that.
We all chose black tuxedoes and Albert looked really great in his. He had black hair and looked, well, hot! Hey, I was nuts about Matt but there’s no way I don’t notice a good looking guy when I see one. We tied our ties and headed out to the main living area. Jessica was finished dressing and looked dynamite. We all stood around talking and babbling about what the rest of the evening might hold. One by one the other girls came out and every one of them looked fantastic. Eddie came out looking like Dapper Dan and I laughed and said as much. He just smiled.
“Where’s homeboy?” I asked, referring to Matt.
“He’s finishing up his tie. He’ll be out in a minute.”
This oughtta be good, I though. Matt looked hot, even on a bad day. No tellin’ what he’d look like in a tux. “Get’cha ass out here!” I hollered. “Eddie was just drooling over you!” Eddie just laughed at that. By now everyone went along with my dopey humor.
We were all standing in the kitchen and I had my back to the bedroom. All of a sudden Amanda’s eyes widened. “Wow, look at you!” she said.
I turned around and I swear, no shit, my jaw dropped. Smiling a great big smile Matt stood there while all the gals babbled on about who-knows-what. He held up his arms and turned around. The tux was black, of course, but the vest was white silk with white silk threads embroidered in a random pattern across the front. It might sound feminine but if you saw him in it you’d turn gay too. His hair was done a little different, sort of spiked up on top. The contrast between the white vest and black jacket really drew your eyes to his face and goatee. Something about the embroidery also made his chest look even broader.
He turned back towards us, smiled and said “What do you think? I’m not used to being a penguin,” he looked down at himself then back at us.
Albert laughed and said, “I think Mike just messed his pants.” Everyone died at that. My mouth was still hanging open and I felt fingers beneath my jaw pushing it up.
“Hey pal,” Eddie said chuckling, “you’re gonna slobber all over yourself.”
Matt took a few steps towards us. Looking at me he said, “Martin, you haven’t said anything yet.”
I took a few steps toward him and leaped up into his arms, throwing my legs around his waist. He fell back onto the couch, laughing. “Ride a cowboy, save a horse!” I yelled as I gyrated my ass on his package. Everyone died laughing at that. “I gotta see one thing, though,” and I reached my hand under his vest.
“Hey!” he said.
“Oh, quiet,” I told him. I felt between the studs. Ok, got what I wanted.
“What was that?” he asked.
“I just wanted to make sure you wore a t-shirt. If you wear a tux you have to wear a t-shirt beneath the shirt.”
“It’s a v-neck,” he smiled. I went to muss up his hair but he grabbed my forearms. He was definitely chubbing up beneath me. “Get off me, please?” he said in a fake-wimpy voice.
As I stood up Amanda asked “What’s with the t-shirt?”
“Baby, don’t nobody need to see your chest and your nipples! These damn shirts are pretty sheer and they show everything. It’s just classier to see all white when you look at a guy wearing a tuxedo shirt.”
“But we have vests on,” Albert said.
“Black-haired stud, it doesn’t matter. Class is class,” I told him.
“Stud, huh?” Albert smirked.
Matt wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Don’t even think about it Albert.”
Albert laughed and said, “Just kidding, just kidding.”
“Let’s get out of here and eat,” Eddie said. We all headed out, cameramen in tow.
The eight of us opted to go to the Plaza for drinks and dinner. It had been years since I’d been there and I was really excited about it. From the dining room you can see the building across the street that looks like ancient temples. Up here the structures looked enormous and they were all lit up very nicely. We toasted a great five weeks together and ate a wonderful meal before heading back downstairs to go over to the Ritz.
The reunion itself was pretty fun, but I’ll admit it wasn’t as exciting as I’d hoped. In a way it was a bittersweet ending to everything that had been going on in the studio. For most of the night the eight of us pretty much stayed together. It was easy to see how cliques were formed, and not only in high school. At different times various classmates would come up to us and ask us what it was like to live together, be on a reality t.v. show, etc. I ended up meeting a few people that I never really knew existed in school and it was nice. I also became re-acquainted with some other classmates and it was really fun catching up.
Alas, the festivities that night came to an end. We all said goodbye to lots of new and old friends and got into the limo for the ride back to the studio. None of us were really in the mood to drink that night. I guess because we didn’t know what the next day would hold for us. Plus, we’d been drinking enough over the past five weeks to kill a lush. Everyone dragged into the apartment and bid their ‘good nights’ except for Matt and I.
The two of us had grown accustomed to staying up a little later than everybody else. Usually we’d talk and more than a few times we’d play in our sex tent out on the deck. Let’s just put it this way, I got better at saying “ahh!”
Matt was laying in the middle section of the couch with his head toward a corner, and I sat in that corner of the couch. It gave me a great bird’s eye view of his body. I reached over and untied his bowtie.
“Hoss,” I said, “you really look awesome tonight.”
He smiled and blushed a little. “Thanks, man. You do too.” I started running my fingers through his hair as he closed his eyes. “I’d like to bottle and sell your hands, man.”
“Well, just wait ‘till I’m dead first, ok?”
He laughed at that. “Idiot.” We stayed there for a few minutes not saying a word. I loved giving him the simple pleasure of scratching his head. It allowed me to have my hands on him and he never seemed to complain. I rubbed his temples lightly and he just kind of moaned really low.
“Let me ask you something,” he said.
“Shoot.”
“If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would it be?”
“That’s easy. I’d love to take an Alaskan cruise.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh hell, yeah. I don’t know why but I’ve always wanted to do that. I just think it’d be the coolest thing.”
“Well,” he sighed, “you’ll have to send me a postcard, then.”
“Why,” I snorted.
“I’m seasick.”
“You’re kidding.” Well shit!
“You were on our senior cruise, too,” he said.
“Actually I didn’t remember you going.”
“Yeah man, we rode the same bus down there. There was piss and puke all over the back from the people being drunk.”
“Oh my God!” I said. “I completely forgot about you there. That’s right! I remember a few hours after the bus left Stone Mountain I had to take a leak and headed back to where all the partiers were.”
“That’s where I was,” Matt said.
“I remember,” I laughed. “You were laying up on the luggage rack as I waited in line to use the bathroom. I saw you there and got nervous.”
“Why?”
“Flashbacks. Anyway, you put your hand on my head and rustled my hair and said, ‘I know you!’ I think I laughed and said something like ‘I know you too.’”
“You know, I vaguely remember that.”
“Dude,” I said, stopping on his head, “you were plastered.”
“Oh, talk about me being plastered!”
“What?”
“Man we all showed up to some bar in Nassau and you were there leading a fuckin’ congo line up and across the bar.”
I died laughing at that. He was right. I was with a group of people and when we got to this one bar we all got a free drink at the door. Well the drink tasted like horse piss but I wanted to get loaded so everyone gave me their drinks. Hmmmm. That night was a distant memory.
“I probably could’ve gotten you then,” he continued. I laughed again at that. Then I faced him a bit more and reached down to take out the studs, opening his shirt up a bit. “What are you doing?” he asked, somewhat huskily.
“This.” I started rubbing the top of his chest. Thank God for v-necks. I loved feeling the hair on his pecks. I slowly rubbed them both and paid extra attention to his nipples. Both were hard and I had learned in the past few weeks that he loved when I focused on them.
“Oh, Martin,” he moaned as he reached up and pulled my face down to meet his. We kissed upside down and I slid my arms a bit further down his hairy chest and belly. I took one hand out of his shirt and started massaging his bulging cock with it. He was completely hard in seconds, as was I. Then I sat up, pulling my hands off of him and breaking our kiss. “I can’t do this anymore,” I said, exasperated.
“Do what anymore?” Matt looked concerned.
“This, this…camera shit. I can’t fuckin’ wait anymore.” I stood up from the couch and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go,” I said.
Matt was stunned. “Let’s go where?”
“Matty, I don’t care what happens to us for doing this—“
“Doing what?” he interrupted.
I held him closely with his face in my hands. “I. Can’t. Wait. Anymore.”
Suddenly it dawned on him. His eyes lit up and he smiled his perfect fucking smile.
“Oh yeah?” he said seductively. “What’cha got in mind.”
“Not what,” I corrected, “where.” He had a questioning look on his face. Ever stay in a room at the Peachtree Plaza?” I asked.
“Ohhhh, shit,” he smiled. “Hold on. Be right back.” He left to go to the bedroom and was back in seconds. Matt still had a big smile on his face. “You’re crazy, you know?”
“Fuck it,” I said, opening up the door to the studio and gesturing for him to go through.
As he walked by me his fingertips traced my chin. “I fully intend to, Mr. Martin.”
I smiled and did a Magnum P.I. eyebrow twitch thing. If you’re from the 80’s you know what I’m talking about. “I was hoping you would, Mr. Wellington.” I shut the door and we headed for the elevators.
“I probably could’ve gotten you then,” he continued. I laughed again at that. Then I faced him a bit more and reached down to take out the studs, opening his shirt up a bit. “What are you doing?” he asked, somewhat huskily.
“This.” I started rubbing the top of his chest. Thank God for v-necks. I loved feeling the hair on his pecks. I slowly rubbed them both and paid extra attention to his nipples. Both were hard and I had learned in the past few weeks that he loved when I focused on them.
“Oh, Martin,” he moaned as he reached up and pulled my face down to meet his. We kissed upside down and I slid my arms a bit further down his hairy chest and belly. I took one hand out of his shirt and started massaging his bulging cock with it. He was completely hard in seconds, as was I. Then I sat up, pulling my hands off of him and breaking our kiss. “I can’t do this anymore,” I said, exasperated.
“Do what anymore?” Matt looked concerned.
“This, this…camera shit. I can’t fuckin’ wait anymore.” I stood up from the couch and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go,” I said.
Matt was stunned. “Let’s go where?”
“Matty, I don’t care what happens to us for doing this—“
“Doing what?” he interrupted.
I held him closely with his face in my hands. “I. Can’t. Wait. Anymore.”
Suddenly it dawned on him. His eyes lit up and he smiled his perfect fucking smile.
“Oh yeah?” he said seductively. “What’cha got in mind.”
“Not what,” I corrected, “where.” He had a questioning look on his face. Ever stay in a room at the Peachtree Plaza?” I asked.
“Ohhhh, shit,” he smiled. “Hold on. Be right back.” He left to go to the bedroom and was back in seconds. Matt still had a big smile on his face. “You’re crazy, you know?”
“Fuck it,” I said, opening up the door to the studio and gesturing for him to go through.
As he walked by me his fingertips traced my chin. “I fully intend to, Mr. Martin.”
I smiled and did a Magnum P.I. eyebrow twitch thing. If you’re from the 80’s you know what I’m talking about. “I was hoping you would, Mr. Wellington.” I shut the door and we headed for the elevators.
* * * * * * * * * *
This oughtta be funny, I thought. Let’s see how the camera guys face this! Matt looked over at me and then the cameraman in the elevator. I smiled and winked at him. Turning to the cameraman I said, “Wanna Lucky Pierre?” He just smiled and I could tell he was clueless.
“What in the hell is that?” Matt asked.
“Well, that’s where I bang him while your banging me. I’m the Lucky Pierre because I’m getting nailed and nailing at the same time.”
It took a second to sink in and then they both started laughing out loud. I kept a straight face. “Martin, where do you get this shit?” Matt laughed.
The elevator doors opened and we headed out to my Jimmy. “Sorry camera guy, gotta find your own ride.” I didn’t even have to say anything because a guy pulled up in a truck and the cameraman jumped into it.
Matt and I got into my truck. I looked at him for a moment and said, “You ready?”
He rubbed his hands together like a little kid. “Oh yeah!”
I laughed at him. “Dork. Hold on.”
I took off out of the parking lot onto Ponce and headed west towards Peachtree Street. Traffic was relatively light at that time of night and it was pretty easy for the truck with the cameraman in it to follow us. I turned left at Peachtree and headed south towards the main business district. Atlanta sure is pretty at night, I thought. I could see the Plaza ahead of me. If you remember the horrible Burt Reynolds movie Sharky’s Machine from the early 80’s you’ll remember the Peachtree Plaza. It’s a round building with a pair of elevators that takes you from the lobby straight up through the roof and then up the outer side of the hotel to the Sundial Restaurant. I’d never stayed there before but then again, tonight would be the first for more than just where I was going to sleep.
I turned right onto International Boulevard and pulled into valet at the rear of the building. I took my ticket fro
m the valet and we hurried into the building. We rode the escalators to the main lobby level that we had seen earlier that evening when we went to dinner. I strode up to the front desk and a really good looking cashier was standing there.
“May I help you sir?” he asked.