The Reunion Show – part 11

This story is part true, part not.  I’ve gotten tons of e-mails from guys and even gals extolling my writing virtues.  Call me the next Homer.  For those of you under 30 I’m not talking about Homer Simpson, either.  Y’all have been so kind in your positive comments and I thank you for that.  I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get this next part out.  Well, actually it hasn’t taken THAT long, but I think I’ve spoiled you with how quick I’ve been getting this stuff out.  Gotta keep the fans happy, right?  Right!  LOL

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I’ve already dedicated one chapter to one of the best writers on Nifty.  If you haven’t read his story, check it out; it’s in the ‘college’ section called Warm Me Up.  If you like The Reunion Show you’ll absolutely fuckin’ LOVE his story.  Seriously.

I’ll dedicate this part to another great writer on Nifty.  He wrote City of Dreams and he knows who he is.  Michael, hubba hubba!  All y’all (that’s Southern for ‘you two’) actually inspired me to write my story and get it out of my head—so readers, thank them!

Okay, on with it, on with it I say!  (sound of the whip cracking….)

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 He smiled a bit at this, but then the corner of his lips curled down.  “I didn’t tell him to stop.”

“What?” I asked.  Tears started rolling slowly down his cheeks.

“I didn’t tell him to stop,” he whispered.  “When I was young…”

I leaned a little closer and said softly, “You were just a little boy.”

The tears rolled down even more and he said in a whisper, “I just wanted him to love me.  I just wanted him to love me.”

“Shhhh, that’s what we all want,” I said.

Scott opened his eyes a bit and looked at me.  “Maybe I am crazy.”

“No,” I smiled, “you’re sane.”

He let out a deep breath and said, “You need to get back to the studio.”  At this point the tears were rolling down my cheeks.

“No.  I’m right where I’m needed.”  I held his hand up to my lips and kissed it.  I put it down and watched him drift of to sleep, my heart aching for him.

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Scott came home the next day and few days after that the bandages came off his head.  Neither one of us really understood why the hospital had wrapped it—it’s not like his head was leaking gray matter or anything.  The doctors told him to get plenty of rest and he was pretty good about paying attention to that.  He’d try to help me with my workout but I’d just let him point out what to do and coach me along.  Not that I really needed that much coaching.  Pretty much show me something once and I can do it after that just fine.

Every once in a while a few people would head out and go shopping or to a club or whatever but I elected to stay at the studio with him.  He was my friend.

“Mike, come on, I can take care of myself.  I appreciate all your help but you don’t need to hang around here,” he’d said.

“Tell you what,” I said, “I’ll just sit and read or listen to my music or whatever.”

“Dude, you need to get out into creation.  Go on, go out with Freddie and Charlie.”

I rolled my eyes.  Yipee, I thought.  They weren’t exactly the kind of guys I normally hang out with, but I figured what the hell.  They were nice enough.  Actually, I was just pouting.  I really wanted to hang around Scott.  The three of us decided to head out and shoot some pool at a local bar.  I had a nice time after all, even though I lost half the time I played.  When we came back to the studio later that night Scott was covered with a blanket on the couch, trying to fall asleep.

“Hey man,” Charlie said, “why don’t you head back to the room, get some shut-eye.”

“I will,” he said.  You could hear in his voice that he was tired.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Where are the girls?” Freddie asked.

“I think they headed out to Lennox.”  That would be Lennox Square Mall, which is a swanky mall way north on Peachtree.  I’m a teacher, so I can afford less swanky, like Sears or Jacques Penyay's.

Freddie and Charlie went into the bedroom and I lingered out in the living room a bit.  “How you feeling?”

“Oh, I feel fine, I’m just having a hard time getting to sleep,” he said.

“Want me to rub your ass?” I said with a big grin.

He chuckled, “Some other time, maybe.”  Our couch was a great big sectional in the shape of a “U”, or a “C”, depending on how you looked at it.  Scott was lying in the middle section with his head near one of the corners.  I plopped down in the corner next to his head.  He winced a little bit.  “Oww.”

“Shoot, I’m sorry.  I keep forgettin’ you got a head.  I could sit on your lap instead?” trying to get him to laugh.

“You dork.  Don’t worry about it,” he murmured.

“So how ya feelin’?” I asked.

“Dude, you just asked me that.”

“Oh.  Yeah.  Sorry, my head’s somewhere else I guess.”

We sat there for a moment and then he said, “That feels good.”  I looked down at him and realized that I must have started rubbing his head unconsciously. 

“Sorry man,” I stopped, “I didn’t know I was doing that,” I chuckled.

“Hey, I didn’t say stop.”  Huh? 

He couldn’t see me but I smiled as I resumed scratching his hair.  Scott really has great hair.  It’s thick and probably really wavy if he’d let it grow out more.  I wasn’t trying to be overtly sexual; I was just trying to make him feel good.

After a few minutes he said, “So you’re parents never knew about you being gay.”

Hel-lo!” I laughed.  “Well, apparently they knew, they just didn’t tell me.”  He chuckled at this.  “I mean, I never told them.”

“I know,” he smiled.  Perfect teeth.  Oye.  “How come you never told them?”

“Good question,” I said, thinking for a moment.  “I guess I was afraid of what they’d say…how they’d react.”

“But it went well the other night, right?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”  I continued running my hands through his hair.  His eyes were closed and I could tell he was enjoying my “ministrations.” 

“Why do you think it’s so hard to tell your parents, and I don’t just mean ‘Logan’s parents,’ but any guy to tell his parents that he’s gay?”

“Well I imagine that for some guys it’s easy, if sexuality has been talked about a lot, if the guy has a close relationship with his folks.  I’m not sure why it’s easy for some guys.”  I thought about that for a minute.

“Do you wish you had said something sooner?” he asked.

“I think so.  I really think so.  Mom and Dad were so friggin’ cool about it.  I guess I should’ve known that they would be.  They were always easy to talk to growing up.  It’s sad but I have known a couple of guys whose parents have cut off all ties with them.  From a parental point of view I don’t get that.  Not that I’m a parent and have that kind of perspective but I just can’t imagine saying ‘Hey son, don’t lie, cheat or steal; but really don’t fall in love with a man.’ “  

He laughed at this.  I looked down at him, his eyes still closed, and turned my body to face him more.  At this point I started massaging his temples with both hands.  “Mmmm” was the only sound to come from him.

“I think that part of the reason it’s kind of scary to tell your parents that you’re gay is because, well, how many parents raising their kids are saying to themselves that their kids could be straight or gay.  They probably just assume that they’re straight and not even think about anything else, because that’s what they’re familiar with.  And there’s always some sort of stigma to coming out as a gay guy, except around people who are gay-friendly.  Although I bet it’s a helluva lot easier than it would be in the 50’s.  Yeesh!  Hell, now there are rumblings about different states passing laws allowing gay marriages.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nuh-uh.  The religious freaks really go ballistic on that one.  I always thought that if there’s a separation of church and state, then why can’t the state decide to have state marriages, or whatever.  It’s fine if the churches don’t—that’s their prerogative and how they wish to lead their congregations.  Ok, I can dig that.  But shit,” I joked,”at least ban Hollywood marriages.  Movie stars never stay together.”  He laughed at this.  “I’m serious, though.  When you think about it more so-called straight people have screwed up the lives of children with their cheating, or shacking up, or divorces, than the mere existence of gay people ever has.”

“You know Logan,” Scott said, “you always have a bizarre way of stating the obvious,” and he laughed a bit again.

“Well shit!” I said.  “I can only wonder how Grandma responded.”


“My grandma—I’m curious how she responded to me coming out,” I repeated.


“Oh, just ‘cause she’s a bit of a nut.  In a good way, though.  Grandma, my dad’s mom, lives with them.” I said with a chuckle, thinking about her.  “Actually she’s pretty cool, you’d like her a lot.”

“You think I’ll get to meet her this week?”

“Oh hell, I forgot they were coming here!  I’ll bet they bring her.  That old gal’s a hoot!  You think I tell it like it is?  Hoss, she wrote the book.”

I kept my massage up, lightly rubbing all around his head.  Sometimes I’d run my hands down the sides of his face, along his jaw line to his chin.  The goatee felt funny at first but believe me I had no problem getting used to it!

“So Logan, what kind of guy…well…are you interested in?” Scott asked.

I leaned over a bit.  He opened his eyes and looked into mine.  “I’ve got my hands on him right now,” I replied.  He seemed to blush a bit, but smiled and closed his eyes again.

“Seriously, what kind of guy?”

“I am serious.  You think I’d just start rubbing just any guy’s head?”

“Heh, heh, heh.  Ok, so then, why me.”

“Oh God I don’t know.”

“Uh, thanks?”  I knew he was joking.

“No, lemme think.”  I thought about it for a moment. “Well, there’s no way you can get away from the physical attraction.”

He smirked and said, “You like the bod, huh?”

“Oh God, when I first saw you I thought I’d have to walk the rest of the way bent over so I wouldn’t break my pecker!  I could’ve pointed the way to the elevators with my schwanz.”  He laughed out loud at this.  “Seriously though,” I continued, “don’t get me wrong.  You don’t look like a model in a magazine—“

“Gee, thanks.”

“—hush now!  Well, you’re face isn’t like a typical model; but you’re a really good looking guy.  You’ve got a great jaw line and I love facial hair.”

“I guess that means I’ll keep the goatee,” he said.

Then I leaned over and playfully rubbed his pecs, which felt great by the way.  “And you have an incredible body.  Did I say that yet?”

He twisted around on the couch.  “Hey now,” he chuckled, doing the Howard Stern imitation.

I leaned back up and resumed rubbing his head, then started working on the back of his neck.  “I’m serious, dude.  You got one hot bod.  You look great in jeans.  Would rather see you out of them, but you look great in ‘em.”

“Ahh, so it’s just physical attraction, huh,” he said with mock hurt.

“Oh Scotty, no.  Sometimes peoples’ personalities just click.  I know when it clicked.  For me at least.”

“Yeah?  When?”

“When I first got here and we were upstairs when everyone was in the hot tub?  You and I looked at each other then climbed in fully clothed.  I know that we were already wet from the rain, but it was like I’d known you forever, like we were in sync.  I don’t know about you, but I’ve never felt more at ease being around someone.  Ever.  You gotta great sense of humor, and you get mine, which a lot of people don’t.”  I had to laugh a bit at this.  “You’re not too wound up—you don’t take things too seriously, but you can be serious.  You exude this feeling of self confidence.”

“Exude.” he said, looking up and smiling.

I pinched his nose so he couldn’t breathe.  “Hey, I don’t always talk like a bumpkin,” I released his nose.  He just smiled and closed his eyes.

“Dude, don’t stop with the head.”

“Hey, when can I work on the other one.”  He laughed at that.  “I had to ask.”

“Go on, you were singing my praises.”

I sighed.  “Man, I’m having a hard time here.”  And I was.  I was sporting wood like you wouldn’t believe.

“What?  Thinking of reasons why you like me?”

“No.  I’m having a hard time because I really want to head south” I said and I put both of my hands on his chest and started sliding them down toward his stomach.  He laughed and grabbed my forearms.

“Logan, cameras,” he said.

I sat back up and caught my breath.  “I’m dyin’ here Scott.  Fuckin’ cameras.”

“Now you know why I’m glad I have a blanket on,” he said, smiling.

“Hmmm.”  I looked at where his crotch would be.  Dammit, it was hidden by the blanket.  Frig!

“That’s how talented you are with your hands,” he went on.

Oh God!  “Ok, back to what makes you my type of guy.  There’s just something in me, in my gut, that tells me it’s okay to be myself around you.  I feel like I want to be my best around you.  And you know what?” I said, thinking.


I chuckled a bit.  “I feel safe around you.”

He looked up at me.  “Why’s that funny?”  He was more curious than anything.

“I guess I never thought this way before but I get the feeling that you’ve got my back.”

“Hmm, that sounds good,” he said as he reached up and pinched my nipple.

I slapped his hand away and said in a nasally, mocking voice, “Cameras!” at which he laughed.

“Seriously, though,” I continued, “I just feel…well…safe around you.  I don’t really know how to explain it.  I’ve never felt that way before; it’s kinda nice.  I feel…I don’t know…protected.  And you know something else?”

“What?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter that there are cameras on us if you’re trying to keep things quiet, or private,” I said.


“Because, if I talk to Deanna about stuff, which I do, the cameras are getting it from my perspective.”

“Oh shit.  Duh!”  He started to laugh pretty good at this.  “I never thought about that.”

“I know.”  I smiled at him.  “How’s that?” I tapped him on the shoulders, signaling that I was done rubbing his head.

“Is that all?” he asked me, eyes raised.

“Yep.  For now.”

“I’ll take that answer,” he smiled.

“And you have perfect teeth!”

“Do what?” he laughed a bit.

“You have beautiful teeth.  I’m tellin’ you, man, there ain’t nothin’ about you that I don’t like.”

“Awwww,” he said, being goofy.  “I fart a lot,” trying to be serious.

I died laughing at this and reached out and pinched his nipple.  “Yikes!” he said.  We locked eyes and looked at each other for a moment.

“God, I wanna do so much more,” he said,  rubbing up and down my arms with his hands.

“Tell me about it,” I said hungrily.  “But you know,” I leaned back a bit, “there are six other people in the house, and I’ve never been all that comfortable with p.d.a.’s.”  He looked kinda hurt at this.  “No, no, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind playing grab-ass or quick kisses or whatever—cuddling’s cool, just no full-blown making out in front of people.  I never understood why people did that, straight or gay.  Who wants to see that shit?”

He laughed at this.

“Seriously!  It’s rude.”  He laughed even harder.  “Plus I don’t really wanna give the camera guys a show.  You’re right in that aspect, but I do have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” he smiled.

“Why the frig do you care what the cameras are catching?” I asked, puzzled.  “Whose opinion do you care that much about?”

He thought about this for a moment and then said quietly, “You know?  Fuck it.”  He took my head in his hands and pulled my face towards his.  I thought I was gonna die but then we heard the sound of keys in the door and we stopped mid-approach.

I sat back and rolled my eyes back.  “Ugg!” I said as Deanna and the other girls walked in.  They spied us on the couch, me leaning up on one elbow and Scott stretched out.  Well, actually his feet were propped up on the couch, knees in the air and the blanket was covering his legs.  I still couldn’t see anything.  Fuck!

“Howdy boys!” she said.

We both grunted in return.

“Oopsie!  Did we interrupt something?” she said with a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Whatever,” Scott said.

“What he said,” I pointed to him.  “Obviously you had no problem shopping,” I pointed to the multitude of bags in her hands.  She smiled really big.

“Either of y’all want a drink?” she asked as the other girls went into their room to drop off their purchases.

“Nahh,” I said.  “I’m about ready to hit the hay.”  I sat up and put my feet on the floor, elbows on my knees.  I was hoping to squeeze the blood out of my dick so I could stand up again.  It was taking a minute.  Finally I stood up and walked towards the guys’ room.  “G’night to y’all.”

Deanna said, nice and loud, “Doesn’t he have a great ass?”

“Yep, ya gotta love that ass!” Scott said.

“Ha!  Crazy bitches,” I said and they laughed.  Time for a trip to the bathroom to relieve myself. 

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Finally, the day had come for the rest of the families to visit the studio.  Well, mine and the other three.  I was really excited to see them.  Especially Grandma.  I should give some background on her.  She moved in with us when I was twelve, right after my grandfather passed away.  All those geeky, gawky years that I spent at home (you know—because my fucking friends wouldn’t hang out with me after school) was actually better spent with her.  Mom and Dad both worked, or at least my mom started working part time when I turned thirteen, so Grandma and I were kinda like Frick and Frack, or Heckle and Jeckle.  She actually used to be a singer when she was younger and would sing in various night clubs in and around St. Louis during World War II.  She had three other kids besides my father; he was the youngest and was 22 when I was born, so he’s still a young dad.  He was only 49 during the reunion show and Grandma was 79.

Anyway, I think that Grandma was actually my saving grace, my guardian angel, in high school.  Definitely she was my third parent.  She’d sit in her rocking chair and crochet her afghans and I’d lay on her bed, together we’d watch crap-t.v. like Oprah or Sally Jesse Raphe-A-hole.  I got to learn so much about what she was like growing up, her family, everything in her life.  It was truly a blessing from God that she moved in with us.  The fact that she, my father and I all shared the same dopey sense of humor was a plus.  When you got the three of us together we were like a bunch of mag-pies, as Dad used to say.

The evening of the visit Mom, Dad and Grandma were the last to arrive.  The other three sets of parents were gathered around in the kitchen and the living room yentering and eating some more catered food.  Yummy!  Scott pretty much hung out near me the whole time.  He did seem sort of nervous, though, or discombobulated.  Now there’s a word for ya!

Finally, the Family Logan showed up.  “Mom, Dad!”  I gave them a big hug.  “Granny” I said, mainly because she hates it.

“Granny my ass!” she said.  “Now where’s that boyfriend of yours, I hear he’s pretty hot.”

“Oh my God,” I mumbled, putting my head in my hands and shaking it back and forth.  Scott, who was taking a drink just then…well, you know what happened.  Deanna was standing there and died laughing.

“Hi, I’m Deanna,” she said, introducing herself to everyone.

“We’re Kim and Troy Logan.”

“And you can just call me Grandma,” my grandmother said.

“The man you’re looking for is on the floor wiping up his mess,” Deanna said.  

Scott was on his knees, bending over while cleaning up his drink.  At this he looked up and waved.  “Hello” he said.

“Hmmm,” Grandma said to Deanna.  “He is pretty hot.  Gotta great back porch, too!” she whispered loudly.

“Grandma!” Mom, Dad and I exclaimed at the same time.  

Scott just turned back to look at Grandma and smiled.  When he was done cleaning his mess he stood up and shook my parents’ hands.  “Nice meeting y’all.  Logan’s told me so much about y’all.”  He had a beautiful smile.  I don’t think I had to tell anyone I had flipped out over this guy.  I probably was looking at him like a bug-eyed school girl.

“Well Mike,” Grandma said, “don’t just stare at him like some silly-eyed school girl.” 

See.  I told you. 

Deanna burst out laughing.  “Grandma,” she said, “you and I are gonna get along just fine.”

“Why?” Grandma said.  “Do you have an extra boyfriend you can share?”  I just rolled my eyes.  You never knew if Grandma was actually being serious or not.

“Someone pour cold water on her, please.  Dad?”  I said.

“Come on Mother, you’re embarrassing Mikey.”  Scott had to laugh at Dad calling me Mikey.

“Well, I’m glad that we’re all having a great time at my expense,” I said, smiling.

“Hey, what’s your name again honey?” Grandma asked.

“I’m Scott.”

“Scott, is your step dad here again?  ‘Cause I brought my gun with me,” and she reached into her bag and pulled out her Beretta.

“Oh my God!” Deanna laughed.

Dad and I hollered “Grandma”/”Mom” at the same time.  I took her gun from her and put it into one of the kitchen cabinets.

“What?  I heard that he attacked Scott and Mike?” she said to my dad.

“Actually, ma’am,” Scott said, “I’m the one he hurt.  Mike here beat the crud out of him.”

“Him?”  She turned to look at me.  “Well hon, I guess you’re not a wuss anymore,” and she busted out laughing.  I did too and grabbed her in a big hug.  That’s my grandma!

“Oh man,” Deanna said, “you should have seen him in action.  He was all over him like white on rice—“

“Really kicked his ass, huh?”  Grandma said.  Scott and Deanna both died laughing.

“Alright, alright, enough happy talk.  Yeesh!”  I turned to Mom.  “Wanna talk about Christmas?”  Everyone laughed, because this was my way of saying ‘let’s change the subject.’

“So Mike,” my dad said, “y’all been to any place interesting lately?”  I thought that this sounded really odd, even coming from Dad.  It was just really out of place.

“Um, I don’t think so, why?”

“Just conversation,” he said.  Yeah, right.

“Hey,” Scott jumped in, “we actually got to hear Mike sing a couple of weeks or so ago.”

“Really?” Mom said.  This all sounded scripted to me.

“Well,” I said, “we went to this place—“

“Rhett’s” Deanna interjected.

“Rhett’s, that had karaoke,” I continued.

“Oh, I love karaoke,” Grandma said.  This time we all just looked at her.  “My poker ladies and I like to go.”  I laughed at this.

“I’ve never heard of Rhett’s,” my dad said.

“I don’t think you would’ve, Dad.”

“Oh.  Ohhhh,” he said, it dawning on him, “is that one of those gay bars?”

Scott and I laughed.  “Yes,” I said.

“Do guys wear chaps there?”  Two guesses who asked this.

“Stop, Grandma,” I laughed.  She just chuckled.

“Do y’all want to head over there?” Scott asked.

Too quickly, everyone said “Yeah, sure” blah blah blah.  This was getting strange.  My birthday was a few months away so there was nothing going on with that.  “Ok,” I said, unsure.  Scott just looked at me and smiled.  I turned to Deanna.  “Something’s up, isn’t it.”

“Now why would you say that.”  

“Bitch” I whispered.  She snorted at that.

“Anyone else want to go to Rhett’s with us?” Scott asked the rest of the guests.  They all declined so we contacted the cameramen and headed out to the bar.  It had been raining most of the day and a cold front had blown through, so the temperature had dropped down into the 70’s.  Normally that would have been great but it was also a little breezy and made it feel cooler.  I was glad I had jeans on.  I was glad that Scott did, too, for purely prurient reasons.

Scott, Deana, my parents, Grandma and I got to Rhett’s and found a table.  Scott was still acting jittery.

“Dude,” I said to him, “what’s up with you?  You’re nervous as a cat.”

He snorted at me.  “Nervous?  I’m not nervous.”

“Scott, your hands are shaking.”  He looked down.  

“Just a little chilly, I guess.”

I didn’t believe him.  But whatever.  Maybe he’d feel better if I’d fellated him, who knows.  Being a weekday the bar wasn’t as busy as the last time we were here, though it was still crowded; Stan came over and took our order himself.  “How’s everyone tonight?” he asked.  We all greeted him back as Scott excused himself.  Stan left to mix our drinks and Scott returned.

“Where’d you go?” I asked.

“What are you, my mom?” he laughed nervously.  “I just had to do something.”

I looked at everyone.  They were just watching me.  “What?” I asked them.

“Nothing, nothing,” came the response.  Our drinks came and we just talked for a little while about the studio, the rest of the people living there, daily life, etc.  Scott tossed back his Jack and Coke and ordered another.

“Damn, son, ya thirsty?” I said.  He just smiled and shook his head a bit.  I looked over at Deanna, who was still smiling like a moron.  “What is goin’ on?” I demanded.  More “nothing, nothing, what are you talking about.”

As Scott’s second drink order came the karaoke dj called out his name.  “Did he just say Scott?” I asked.  Scott tossed back his drink and seemed to steel himself.  He stood up and, as he passed me, leaned over into my ear and said, “Time for me to be brave.”  Then he walked up to the stage.

Finally it dawned on me.  He was going to sing a song.  Oh man, I remember thinking, I didn’t know he could sing.  Deanna cleared it up for me.  “He used to sing in a barbershop quartet.”

“No shit,” I said.  “I didn’t even know he could sing.  I guess he’s got lots of secrets,” I said.

He was on stage saying something, but the mike wasn’t working.  They finally got it on and you could tell he was nervous.  “Howdy everyone,” he said.  “Y’all know Mike Logan, right?” and he pointed back to where I was sitting.  I shook my head and smiled as a bunch of guys started changing “Lo-gan, Lo-gan, Lo-gan.”  Mom and Dad laughed too.

“Well, he’s got his family here with him tonight and I think you’ll remember that he came out to his folks a while ago?”  Everyone cheered.  Ya gotta love gay guys.  “Well, Mike and I just met a couple of weeks ago and I’ve always told him that he was a really brave guy.  Now it’s my turn to be brave, so I want to dedicate this song to Logan—“

“Just sing, baby!” someone in the crowd hollered.  We laughed at that.

“Ok.”  He turned to the dj who started the music, which I instantly recognized from “Showboat.”  He was nervous but it was sooooo cute!

“Oh listen sister, I love my mister man,
And I can’t tell you why.
There is no reason, why I should love that man.
It must be somethin’ that the angels done planned.”

His eyes were shut tight.

“Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly,
I gotta love one man ‘til I die.
Can’t help lovin’ that man of mine.”  

Now they opened.

“Tell me he’s lazy, tell me he’s slow.
Tell me I’m crazy, maybe I know.
Can’t help lovin’ that man of mine.”

The song builds…

“When he goes away, that’s a rainy day,
But when he comes back that day is fine,
The sun will shine!”

Softer now.

“He can come home as late as can be.
Home without him, ain’t no home to me.
Can’t help lovin’ that man of mine.”

Oh my God!  Dynamite couldn’t remove the smile from my face!  Everyone was clapping and cheering.  I was red as an apple.  My parents and grandmother were just laughing happily.  I put my face in my hands and laughed.  I looked back up as he jumped off the stage and made his way back to our table.  I laughed nervously to chants of “Lo-gan, Lo-gan, Lo-gan!”

Scott walked up to me and pulled me off of my bar stool.  He held me by the shoulders and, looking into my eyes, said “It’s time for me to start being brave, Logan.”  Then he leaned in and kissed me.  Oh, the fuckin’ romance of it all!  It felt so goddamned good to have his mouth on mine.  I held onto his head and didn’t want to let go.  I couldn’t believe it!  This could not be a dream.  He gave me several strong, eager kisses, and I wanted more but figured I might not just stop at kissing.  Oh God I was in heaven.  He hugged me tight and I could feel his chest muscles against mine.  This was the man, I thought.  

He released me and I sat back down on the stool.  “Whew!” I said.

“You’re telling me,” Grandma said.  “I haven’t been kissed like that in ages.”

“Oh Mom, stop it,” Dad laughed.

“Umm, well, it looks like I’m out of the closet!” Scott said.

“Honey,” Deanna said, “you just busted down that friggin’ door.”  Everyone laughed at her comment.

I was sort of embarrassed to be kissing like that in front of my folks.  Let’s face it, gay or straight, they’re still my parents for cryin’ out loud.  Who makes out in front of their own parents?  Dad knew what I was thinking.

“Don’t fret it Mikey.”

Scott had his arm around my shoulders.  I looked at him and said, “Dude, I had no idea you could sing like that!  That was amazing.”  This made him blush.

“Oh, I used to sing from time to time.”

“In a quartet, Deanna told us.  Any other secrets you’d like to share,” I said smiling at him.

He looked at Mom and Dad.  “Maybe later,” he said.

“Okay,” Dad laughed, “let’s talk about Christmas!”  We all got a kick out of that.

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“Good night y’all, thanks for coming!”  All the other families had left and the other roommates gone to bed.  It was just Scott and I telling my folks goodbye.

“Scott,” my dad said, “it was great to finally meet you.”  He gave Scott a great big hug, as did my Mom and Grandma.

“You’d better be good to my grandson,” Grandma said.  The she whispered “Or I’ll shoot ya!”  Then she and Scott laughed real loud.

“Goodnight Grandma!  Love you!”  I said.

“Goodnight honey.”  She gave me a hug and walked over to my parents who were outside waiting in the hallway.  The she leaned back in the door and said, “Now go getcha some!”  I turned beet red and Scott died laughing.  Grandma blew me a kiss and shut the door behind her.

“Ugg, that’s my family,” I said.

“Man,” he said, putting his arms around me, “they’re great!”

“You’re great,” I murmured.  “I have no idea what to say—“

“Then don’t” and he covered my mouth with his.  It felt so awesome.  He was really eager and I just wanted to climb inside of him.  Our mouths opened up and I got to taste his tongue for the first time.  Christ I think I was hard in a nanosecond.  His arms felt so strong around me, pressing our chests together.  I ground my thickened cock against his as my arms explored the muscles in his back, then down to his ass.  I kneaded and rubbed him as my breathing quickened.  

He backed me up against the cabinets and took his mouth off of mine long enough to start nibbling on my neck.  His hands were all over the place, one minute squeezing my pecs, the next grabbing my ass cheeks.  I felt his hand slide down my heaving chest and belly and then finally my cock, which was straining to get out of my jeans.  He gripped it as I moaned “oh shit.”

I was so hot for this guy.  I wanted him now, now, now goddammit now!  I opened my eyes a bit and saw…the fucking cameras!

“Wait, Scott, hold on.”

He groaned, still chewing on my neck.

“This time I’m serious,” I managed to moan back.  “The cameras.”

That stopped him, sure ‘nuff!  He sagged against my body, then stood back.  “Christ almighty, these fuckin’ cameras.”

I was still breathing heavy.  “Plus, what if someone comes out of the bedrooms.”

He chuckled.  “They’d get an eye-full.”  He looked into my eyes.  “I’m so damn crazy about you,” he said.

I shut my eyes.  “Yeah, but we can’t go crazy here.  We gotta wait to do that.” I smiled provocatively.  I leaned in to kiss him again, this time more tenderly.  “These jeans are too…confining,” I said.  I walked off, eyeing him.  “I think I’ll get my jogging shorts on.”  He looked at me with raised eyebrows as I went into the bedroom to change.  When I came out I had on a pair of shorts and a thin long-sleeved cotton t-shirt.

“Since it’s a little hot in here I think I’ll head up to the balcony.”  I kissed his neck and squeezed his cock through his jeans.  Whew.  Talk about the mother lode.  “Maybe you’ll change and join me?”  I walked towards the stairs.

Scott bolted towards the bedroom and said, “Shit yeah!  I’ll be there in a minute!”

I smiled and headed upstairs.  I was really nervous inside because to tell you the truth I’d never even made it past second base with a guy.  I was completely clueless how the mechanics worked, although thank God for Nifty because I at least had some ideas.  Thank God for gay porn too.  I know, it sounds like old-fashioned bullshit but I really wanted to wait for that “special guy.”  I’d gotten blowjobs before, but nothing more than that.  I had certainly never given one.  I guess that makes me kinda selfish.  But dammit, I was tired of waiting!  Plus, I was also damned sure I had that special guy now.  I think I could stop being selfish and I wanted to give myself to him.  Every part, over and over.

I stood on the balcony overlooking Ponce and Midtown Atlanta.  In all actuality I was alone up here.  You’d have to be looking up to see our balcony and it was late at night so there wasn’t a ton of traffic.  A slight breeze caressed the night and I shivered a bit.  Then I felt Scott’s warmth behind me.  I felt comforted and safe, so I closed my eyes to revel in the feeling.

“You chilly?” he asked.  I nodded.  “Maybe I can warm you up.”  He started by kissing my neck…

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“Can’t Help Lovin’ That Man”
From “Showboat”
Produced by Barbra Streisand and Peter Matz on “The Broadway Album”
All right reserved CBS/Columbia Records, copyright 1985.  CK40092

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Well?  Whatcha thank?  You know, I think I’ll take a break for the night.  I’m kinda sleepy.  LOL – can’t wait to get the e-mails for this one.  I think I’m leaving a few guys far farblondzhet.

Tell me what you think!