That Crazy Reality Show

by Natasha Kent

  “You like that?” I asked him.

  “I had no fucking idea it was like this,” he said as I kept thrusting into him. I just smiled as I felt his ass gripping my dick. Over and over I slid into his ass, all the while rubbing and squeezing his pecs, slipping my hands down his stomach and gripping his cock. Lacing my fingers together I wrapped both of my hands around his big dick. As I thrust my dick into him his hips would move in time and he’d fuck my hands as I fucked his ass. Up and down I pushed into him and I felt all eight of his hard inches gliding through my hands.

  I was really getting worked up so I released his dick and held onto his waist as I backed up a bit, pushing his back down so he was bent over more. I started fucking him a bit harder and quicker than before and he didn’t seem to mind. I was in heaven. Physically and mentally, but I wasn’t really concentrating on the mental part just then. His hand jobs were great – I wasn’t complaining – but feeling his tight virgin ass gripping my cock sent me to another level. I became like a mad man, driving my dick like a pile driver until I got too close to cumming. Then I’d hunch over his back and make some slow thrusts, even stopping for a minute or two while my boiling balls cooled off a bit.

  Tilting my body back and pushing forward, my cock was pointed a bit downward into his body; in this position I was able to start hammering away at his man-button. And hammer away I did! I grabbed his hips even tighter as I started drilling him like there was no tomorrow. I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer, which was fine because he was moaning like an absolute bitch in heat. He became a very vocal too, saying stuff like “Fuck my ass, fucker!” “That’s it, deep dick me, goddammit!”, shit like that. And that just made me more insane with lust. I had started fucking him so hard that his arms were bent while he braced himself against the wall. Faster and faster I pounded, then I hunched over him and reached around to grab his hard dick. I grabbed it really tight and started fisting his cock while I pounded his man gash with my swollen cock.

  “Oh shit, Mike….I can’t…oh…CHRIST!” and he lost it. “ARRRGGGGGG! YEAHHHH! FU-HU-HUUUUUCK….ME!” He blew his load all over my hand and I felt his ass gripping my dick over and over, pulsing with his orgasm. This sent me over the edge and I slammed my dick into him. The feeling shot up from my thighs, then into my balls and up my shaft.

  “FUCK….MATT!” I hollered as I emptied my balls into his ass. His ass sucked my cum up like a fucking vacuum as my load spewed into him. It felt like my orgasm lasted for fuckin’ ever and I was worn out from the physical exertion. Breathing heavy I bent over and laid onto his back. Then hugging him close to me I stood up, taking him with me. Matt turned his head and we both kissed each other passionately. I was so fucking crazy about Matt. I wanted to crawl into him, be part of him and have him be part of me. I felt down his furry chest and stomach and started slowly massaged his cock. He shuddered every time I stroked the sensitive head.

  “God, please stop…you’re killing me,” he moaned. I smiled as I kissed him.

  I felt really goofy and started singing that dopey song from the Partridge Family, “I Think I Love You.” Matt laughed and turned to face me. When he did that my dick popped out of his ass.

  “Whoa!” he said, his eyes wide. “Did that a little to quick.”

  We held each other and kissed some more. “Well, what did ya think?” I asked him.

  “That was just…fucking mind blowing, man.” We were both still out of breath. He leaned his forehead against mine. “Mike, we gotta do more of this,” he chuckled.

  “No complaints from me!” I kissed him and held him for a minute. Then I leaned back and started rubbing his chest. “I am absolutely fucking crazy about you, Matty boy,” I said.

  He kissed me again and smiling, said, “Me too, Mikey.”

  Matt turned off the shower and we toweled off. My heart swelled and I knew that I could definitely take being with him forever. I was completely mad for Matt. I was letting feelings into my heart for the first time in my life, and all of them were wrapped around him. I felt like my life was starting over. Hell, maybe not even that, but continuing along a path that I’d never gone but was willing to take. I wanted to take the risk. I wanted to see where that new path would take me. I wanted to wander that path with Matt. I wanted to give myself to him over and over again.

  “What are you smiling at?” he asked, grinning broadly.

  “Aww, nothin’” I smiled back. “I feel kinda like a girl who got deflowered at her prom.”

  Matt reached over and squeezed my cock and balls. “Well, no girl I ever dated gave me this,” and we both laughed. “Now I know why you came so hard last night. Your fingers were great, man, but shit, to have that fucker pressed inside of me? Shit!”

  I laughed at that. “Well, we have the rest of our lives to take turns at that, pal.”

  “Yeah? The rest of our lives?” he said, eyebrows raised.

  “What’s the saying…’today is the first day of the rest of your life’?”

  Matt smiled really big and kissed me again. “Come on bud, let’s get outta here,” and he walked out of the bathroom.

  I started singing the first few lines of “Where you lead, I will follow…” and he laughed. Once we were dressed again I had to sit down and look at him. He was really, absolutely stunning to look at. I know that’s probably a chick term, but wearing his tuxedo I just wanted to rip his clothes off - again. What a fuckin’ sexy man.

  “You ready?” as he nodded towards the door.

  I shook my head, “No, but I know we gotta go. Shit.”

  “Just three more weeks, Martin, we can handle it,” he said.

  “Yeah, but I might start fucking you in the kitchen…”

  “That’s ok.”

  “…and in the hot tub…and in the steam room…and in the living room.”

  He laughed and said, “Promise?”

  We left the room and headed over to the elevators, walking close with our shoulders nudging each other. “Yeah, I do. But believe me, you’re gonna do plenty of nailing where that came from.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  We got onto the elevator, again, alone, and the doors shut. Stepping back I grabbed his ass and rubbed it a bit. “You got a great ass!”

  “Yeah, but ease up, Captain Kirk,” he smirked. I smiled back remembering my comment to him the first night we were on the deck at the studio. “My galaxy is still a bit sore.”

  I grinned as the elevator dropped down to the lobby.

  I looked over to the east and my breath was taken away. All of my life I had wanted to do this; had dreamed of it. Never would I have thought it could be this beautiful. The air was cool and crisp as it whipped past us. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, enjoying the feelings that were going through me at that very moment. No matter how many times I experienced it, those feelings would never change, would never go away. I closed my eyes and lay my head on my arms which were folded across the railing. The rhythm was slow and sensuous, almost maddening. I felt the soft vibrations in the railing and opened my eyes to see the snow capped mountains slowly gliding by as we slid through the Gulf of Alaska. I looked down and the water looked so cold as it frothed and foamed along the sides of the Dawn Princess, just one of the beautiful ships in the Princess fleet.

  I felt two hands reach beneath my chest and suddenly I was standing again, this time being pushed a little closer to the railing. My nipples were poking through my shirt, not because of the chilly October air in the Gulf, but because Matt had such a rhythm going in my ass and he kept washing his hands under my shirt and over my chest, taking a moment or two to slowly jack me in time to the great fuck he was hittin’ me with. We were both standing, me with a raging hardon poking through the railing of the ship, Matt with his thick eight sliding in and out of my ass. I tilted my head a little to give him access to my neck, which he always loved chewing on.

  We’d been going at it for only fifteen minutes or so when I felt that familiar tingling at the
back of my thighs, signaling that my orgasm was near. “I’m about to cum,” I said to him. He said nothing, just held me closer to him and kept the same slow rhythm. In…..out……in…..out….

  ”Fuckkkk,” I groaned as my cum started to shoot from my swollen dick, coating his ever- pistoning hands. His fist coated my dick with my own milky sauce as he slowly jabbed at my prostate with his dick helmet. God, this is what men were made for! I thought.

  After I finished blowing my load all over his hand and the railing, and had a second to calm down a bit, I pulled myself off of Matt, turned around and kissed him. I pushed him back into one of the chairs on our private deck, knelt down beside him, and took his cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat. I held it in for a bit once my lips were pressed against his balls. “God, Martin, how do you do that…” I hummed around it as best as I could and pulled back off. Then I started licking and sucking the head and top of his shaft. After a minute or two of this teasing, with his hands pushing on my head I swooped down and deep throated him again. “Fuck! I’m not gonna last!” I kept the rhythm up; bob, bob, bob…swoop, over and over until he held the back of my head and neck and thrust up into my hungry mouth.

  Three years of doing this and I never lost my appetite for the taste and feel of my man Matt. By now I was an old pro at handling his thick, hard girth. I pulled my head back one last time and rubbed his balls as they started churning their batter into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop. Then I tightened my lips around his head and pistonned my head really fast on it. This drove him completely insane. “God. Shit. Fuck. Stop. Please, Martin…” Then I dove back down on him one last time and milked the last bit out of him.

  Sitting up I asked him, “How’s your sea sickness now?”

  Matt lasted an exhausted laugh and said, “What sea sickness!”

  I smiled and said, “See! I think you fucked it right out of yourself.”

  “God, I love you so much,” he said rubbing my back, smiling.

  “I love you, too. Hang on. Be right back,” I said and pulled my pants back up, then went inside our suite to grab a blanket. I came back out onto our deck and wrapped it around us. Perfect fuckin’ afterglow, I thought. Our suite was on the starboard side of the ship and we were heading north. The sun was setting on the port side of the ship and was casting an orange glow on the mountains in western Canada. I wrapped my arms around Matt, lay my head on his shoulder and watched the coast gliding by in the distance. Closing my eyes I thought about everything that had brought Matt and I to this point….

  * * * *

  Part 8

  When we got back to the studio from the Plaza we were inundated with questions from Amanda. Where we’d been, what we’d done. I don’t think she wanted details, like serious details, but nonetheless we divulged nothing. Frankly it was none of her business. Since it was the day that was originally supposed to be the end of the show we all sat around just hanging out, waiting to hear word from the producers what the big “twist” was supposed to be. It turned out that they wanted to shuffle some of us out of the studio and replace us with four other people. It seems as though they wanted to see how the people who’d bonded in the first five weeks would get together with other classmates in the last three weeks.

  We all thought it sounded kinda dopey, but, okay. We had to draw from a hat the names of the people who’d leave the apartment and go home. None of us wanted to do that. We’d all spent the last 840 hours of our lives around each other and hated to part. Even worse, half of us would be staying. But what could we do? We didn’t really have any say in the matter, except for playing Lady Luck.

  Part of me hoped that Matt and I could stay there in la-la land. Let’s face it, reality shows aren’t real. People are put into places and positions that they’d never be in in the first place, only with dozens of video cameras recording every move and utterance. They should change the name to “reaction shows,” because basically all that’s being recorded are the reactions to people who are placed within certain guidelines for whatever number of weeks. Take Fear Factor. On what planet would I ever eat cow brains and a pig uterus? None that I know of. That’s not reality, that’s gross-out television.

  The other part of me wanted us to stay inside the studio was because I was a bit concerned about what our lives would be like once reality hit. I lived in Marietta; he lived in eastern Atlanta in Inman Park. Not exactly a close proximity to each other. I was a teacher in a small private school. He was a builder. No big shit, there. Maybe I was trying to invent things to keep us on an uneven level once our Love Boat episode was over, if indeed it was over. I guess I needed to quit thinking so fuckin’ much, since 27 years of thinking had gotten me bobkes.

  Okay, shut up Martin. Tell ‘em what happened…

  A box was passed around and the first four names pulled were the four people who were going home. Shit. Amanda pulled the first name. It was her own. Her face fell and you could see that she was really disappointed. Next came Albert. He pulled my name out of the box. Fuck! I walked over and put my arm around Amanda’s shoulders. She laid her head on my shoulder and kept sniffing as the tears rolled slowly down her cheeks. Next up, Jessica. She reached in and I started getting nervous. Only two more names. If one of them was Matt’s…hell, I don’t know what I’d do. If neither was Matt’s, I still didn’t know what I was going to do. Agan, I was backsliding into my old habit of keeping people out and away from me.

  Jessica pulled out Eddie’s name. He looked sort of sad too. “Well, Vidalia here I come.” I saw him purse his lips and thought I saw his eyes moisten a little bit. He really was a sweet, good guy. Matt came over and stood next to me, putting his arm across my shoulders and holding me close to his body. Oh God, once again I felt safe and all of my backsliding went out the window. Maybe this would work out after all. I sensed that my breathing was quickening along with my heart beat. Sonya took the box and Matt squeezed me to him a little bit. I looked up at him. He looked back and I saw concern in his eyes.

  She pulled her hand out. With a bit of relieved smile she looked up at me. She turned the piece of paper toward us. “Matt Wellington,” she said. I put my face in my hands for a second. God is good, is all I thought. Matt put his hands on my shoulders and started playfully shaking me back and forth.

  “Yes!” he said. “Ha-HAAA! We’re both going home!” I couldn’t help it; I just started laughing.

  “Oh shit!” I said.

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back into his chest, hugging me tight. “Is that good ‘shit’ or bad ‘shit.’?”

  “What do you think, ramrod,” I snickered at him.

  “Ramrod!” Amanda said. “So y’all…” she pointed between the two of us.

  “Shut up ho’. I’m tellin’ ya. You’re gonna get that nasty women’s disease if you keep thinking like that.” I smiled and reached out to hug her. “I’m gonna miss you, broad.”

  “Miss me! Hell, it’s not like we’re a thousand miles away!” she said.

  It became a hug-fest. We were all farklempt but at the same time happy. Those of us going home were happy to get back to normalcy, while those who were staying were glad to have more time to spend together, and get new roommates.

  “Well, I’d better start packing,” Amanda said.

  I took a deep breath. “Me too.”

  All the gals headed into their room and the guys into ours. Albert lay on his bed tossing his pillow back and forth between his hands. “Shit, guys,” he said, “this is worse than having sex with your biology teacher.”

  The three of us turned to look at him. “No fucking way!” Matt said. I just started laughing and Eddie made an Ellen Degeneres face.

  “Way.”

  “Ewwwww!” I said, faking a case of the shivers. Eddie just laughed.

  “Crazy damn thing.” He looked down and away. We were standing next to each other between our beds, filling our suitcases.

  “You okay, hoss?” I asked. His mouth twitched a bit an
d he rocked his head back and forth as if to say ‘so-so’. “Alright baby! C’mere!” I opened my arms to him. “Give daddy some sugar!” I grabbed him up in a bear hug and started twisting back and forth with him in my arms, just being goofy. I lost my footing and fell forward, pushing him backwards onto the bed. I landed on him but braced my hands on his chest. “Damn son.”

  “What?” he asked, laughing.

  I playfully squeezed his chest and said, “You’ve got those farmer’s muscles goin’ for ya. Hmmm” Albert busted out laughing as I felt two arms slide around my chest and arms.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Matt said playfully, pulling me away from Eddie, who was now laughing.

  “But I love a corn-fed boy!” I hollered.

  Albert kept laughing. “Oh man. What am I gonna do without you guys around?”