Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 17:52:06 -0500
From: Mike Logan <mlogan6969@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Reunion Show part 13

The Reunion Show -- part 13
By Mike Logan

If you have some constructive and positive things to say, maybe give some
pointers, then let me know at mlogan6969@hotmail.com.  Imagine, a gay guy
with the e-mail at "hotmail."  If you don't like the story then (as Miss
Mona said in the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas) "don't gripe and whine
behind my back.  Just tell me face to face, I'm open minded, say it all
then go upstairs and pack. The door's that-a-way!"

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

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

"Scotty, 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.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

Scott 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 Scott 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.  Hell, where else would I put it?  "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."

"Deanna 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."

"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.

Scott 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 Scott asked, "Why have you
waited so long, Logan?  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's 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."

Scott 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.

"Cut that out," he said.  " 'Just' what?"

I flipped the water out of my face.  "I'm scared, Scott, ok?  I spent years
with people acting one way toward me but then showing their true colors by
leaving me out. I 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, "Scott, 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.  Scott started rubbing my back a little bit.  "Man, that feels
good."

After a little silence, Scott asked, "Well what about you?"

"Hmmm?"

"Well, you should be willing to change for yourself, not just for me, or
for someone else."

"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 quite 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
Freddie will only last a few months, but one with Charlie 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.

"Scott, 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. Dell," 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," Scott said.

"No, you dick, about a relationship.  Do you want to see where this'll go?"

"C'mere," he said, 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 Scott."

He leaned his forehead against mine.  "Me too, Logan."

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," referring to the blow job he got.

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

"Awwww Logan," 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 Scott 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 Scott 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, so if you want to find out then go on a
reality t.v. show!

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 Freddie 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 you might have some contact with
fellow classmates and then you just start having and living your own life
and peoples' directions change.  Charlie and I got dressed while Freddie
and Scott took a shower.  I had long since decided that I couldn't help
myself if Scott was in the next stall while I showered.  I would have to
jump his bones.  Simple as that.

We all chose black tuxedoes and Charlie looked really great in his.  He had
black hair and looked, well, hot!  Hey, I was nuts about Scott 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.  Freddie came out looking like Dapper
Dan and I laughed and said as much.  He just smiled.

"Where's homeboy?" I asked, referring to Scott.

"He's finishing up his tie.  He'll be out in a minute."

This oughtta be good, I though.  Scott looked hot, even on a bad day.  No
tellin' what he'd look like in a tux.  "Get'cha ass out here!" I hollered.
"Freddie was just drooling over you!"  Freddie 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 Deanna'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 Scott stood there while all the gals babbled on about who-knows-what.
He held up his arms and spun 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.  I think I started to chub up right there.  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.  I
wanted to go for a ride then and there.

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.

Charlie 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," Freddie said chuckling, "you're gonna slobber all over
yourself."

Scott took a few steps towards us.  Looking at me he said, "Logan, 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 Deanna 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," Charlie said.

"Black-haired stud, it doesn't matter.  Class is class," I told him.

"Stud, huh?" Charlie smirked.

Scott wrapped his arms around me from behind.  "Don't even think about it
Charlie."

Charlie laughed and said, "Just kidding, just kidding."

"Let's get out of here and eat," Freddie 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 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 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 Scott 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!"

Scott 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," Scott 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, Logan," 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?"  Scott 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.

Scott was stunned.  "Let's go where?"

"Scotty, 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.  Scott 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.
Logan."

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. Dell."
I shut the door and we headed for the elevators.

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