The Reunion Show – part 5

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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.  Scott 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 Scott-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.”


“Hey Mike.”

“Hmmm  yeah…”


“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 Scott’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.  

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Sometime in the evening when we should have been eating dinner, but were drinking instead, Tracy and Samantha 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, Scott, Deanna and Charlie were drunker than cootie brown, while Jessica and Freddie 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), Freddie fiddled around with the stereo and got some great tunes going for us.  Drink some more, Freddie.

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, Tracy 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.

Deanna 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.  Scott 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 Scott.  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 Scott,” I said, “what size canoes do you wear on those feet?”



“What?” he asked, smirking.

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


“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 Deanna 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).

Deanna 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 Scott 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.  Scott let me go and roared with laughter.  It doesn’t sound funny now, but when you’re drunk it does.  Meanwhile poor Freddie 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?)

Freddie laughed and toasted me.  I looked over at Scott.  Deanna 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.  Deanna 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.

Scott 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.  Scott 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” Deanna said with a wicked laugh.

“Oh come on.  Scott, 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’,” Deanna 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 Scott 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 Deanna 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……

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I woke up from that dream with a raging hardon.  I didn’t have a hangover but my mind was a little foggy.  Scott was still standing over my bed.  “Earth to Logan.”  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.  Freddie and Charlie 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 around 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, Scott, 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!

“Funny, I’d have figured you for a bottom” he said needling me.  Well, truth be known….  He was holding up his electric razor.

“Shut. Up.” I said to him.  He just smiled.  Perfect teeth.  Fucker!  Then he turned his razor on.  God Damn it was loud!  

“What are you doing!” I asked him.


“With what, a friggin’ lawn mower?”

He laughed and said “Hey man, try and round me up some orange juice, would ya?”

I gave him one of my death glares.  Shit, I hate mornings.  “Never mind” he said, changing his mind quickly.

I headed out of the bathroom, stopped and turned back around.

“Hey, why are you getting me up at 6:30?”

“You said you wanted to go running, remember.”  Oh crap.  I did say that didn’t I.  Fuck. Me!

“Actually, I don’t, but ok.”  Normally I liked to run at night but I seemed to recall, from some drunken memory of the night before, that we decided it might be safer to run in the morning than at night.  Seemed like a good idea since we were in downtown Atlanta.  I love the city but come on, gotta use your brains, boys and girls.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t feel like running this morning” I said to Scott.  His shoulders dropped a little, like a shrug.  “If you don’t mind I’d rather maybe take a walk, or a fast walk, over to and around the park.”

“That’s cool.  Would you mind?  I like ice in my o.j.”

“Yeah – I’m still on ‘no’ to playing Hazel.”  Come on guys, you remember that show don’t you?

“Ok, then how about Alice?” he grinned at me.  I really was digging his smile, even if it was 6:37 in the morning.

“Dude, I’m more like Maude, or Florence from the Jeffersons.  If you’re thirsty, get yourself a drank!” I said sarcastically.

He laughed and went back to shaving.  As I turned to leave I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was watching me.  I turned back and looked at him in the mirror with my hands up by my sides as if to say “what?”  He just winked.

“Stoooooop.”  I said as he smirked.  (That’s saying “stop” dragged out, not “stoop.)

Eight more weeks.  Didn’t know if I could take it.  But at that point I really didn’t care.  I got changed and went into the kitchen, where nobody was in sight.  Funny how most normal people sleep in the mornings.  What a mess, I thought.  Well, I helped make it, so someone else could help clean it up.  There’s morning logic for you.  I went to the fridge and grabbed the o.j., got two clean glasses from the cabinets and poured us both some wake up juice.  I turned around and – bam! – walked right into Scott.

“Jesus!  How is it that this keeps happening?  You a friggin’ cat or something?”  Ugg.  I grabbed my juice and took a sip.

“No, I’m not a pussy man.”  This time, I spewed my drink out.  At least I hit the sink.

“Excuse me?”

“I like dogs,” he said.

“Oh.  Do you have any?”  I was finally starting to wake up.

“No, not yet.  I’d like to get one after this show’s over, though.”

“Any particular one in mind?”

“Well, I like big dogs.”  (I like big butts and I cannot lie….)

“Yeah, those shit-ass little yap-yap dogs get on my nerves.”

He chuckled at that.  “Do you have any pets?”

“No.  I’ve always thought about it, though.  I think I’d like something like Scooby Doo.”

“Ruh-roh,” he said smiling.

I grinned back.  “Or a St. Bernard.  Something cool like that.”

He finished his orange juice and put his glass in the sink.

“So where do you want to run?” he asked.

“Walk” I corrected.

“Walk.  Where do you want to walk?”

“Well, how about we head over to Piedmont and then up to Piedmont Park?”

He looked sort of uncomfortable at this.  I asked him if this was ok or was it the juice making him sick.

He smiled and said “No.  No that sounds fine.  It’s just that, well, aren’t there some freaky people there?”

“Baby, you’re in Atlanta.  They’s freaky people everywhere” I said in my goofball voice.  “Seriously though, I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“But a lot of guys cruise out there.”

This kind of took me by surprise.  Not because it was true, but because he knew about it and it seemed to concern him.  I walked over to him, put my hand on his shoulder and in a mock-serious tone said “Don’t worry Mr. Dell, I’ll take care of you.”

He smiled and said “I’ll bet you will.”

“Will you stop that.”  I said, rolling my eyes.  Why do some straight guys like to flirt back.  He must be really easy going.  Gaydar!  Gaydar!

We left the apartment and immediately there was a cameraman there with his camera on us.

Scott stopped and turned to me with an evil grin.  “I have an idea,” he said, and he grabbed me, pulled me to him and wrapped one of his arms around my head.  He turned my head to face his and placed his fingers over my mouth; then he brought our heads together and acted as though we were kissing.  If it weren’t for his fingers we would have been.  Good morning!  I’m awake now!

He pulled away and began laughing hysterically.  I, on the other hand was standing there, dumbfounded and wide-eyed, wondering what train had just hit me.

“What in the hell was that?!” I stated, more than asked.

He kept laughing.  Finally he said, “Just thought I’d shake things up a bit for the camera.”

“Gee, thanks!  I’ll bet you were great fun at fraternity parties.  Freak.”  I wasn’t mad, just shocked.  He just kept laughing.  “Keep that up and you’ll really be involved with that sink,” I said.

Wiping the tears from his eyes and still laughing he said, “And your fury.”

Ok, so now I had to laugh.  “You are crazier than a god damned billy goat.  Move it.”  I pushed him ahead of me.  “And pipe down, sane people are still asleep.  It’s Saturday, doh-doh.”

We got in the elevator and headed down to the lobby.  At Ponce we headed west towards Piedmont Ave, and then headed north towards the park.

“Alrighty Mr. Dell,” I said.  “Tell me about your life.”

All of a sudden a sadness fell over him like a ton of bricks.  I had instantly regretted asking that question.  “Dude, sorry, I just like to get to know people, is all,” I said.

“No, man, it’s alright.”  He smiled weakly and said “I’m just trying to figure out what parts to leave out.”

“Hey,” I said, chuckling a bit, “I didn’t mean to stir up something bad, just was asking.”

“Really, it’s ok.  Oh, man” he said, sighing.  “Where do I begin.”

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