Reality Girl: Episode Two (Behind the Scenes #2)

by Jessica Hildreth

  In short, he was adorable.

  “Grab a seat,” Les said. “And a drink.”

  “I’ve got a pitcher of margaritas. Want one?”

  “Sure,” he said. “But I’ll warn you. Tequila makes me act like a fool.”

  “Join the club.”

  After pouring him a margarita, he joined me poolside – sitting in the lounge chair beside me.

  “So, isn’t this show about you falling in love with one of these men?” he whispered.

  I took a drink of my margarita. “Uh huh.”

  He coughed out a light laugh.

  “What?”

  He glanced at Les, and then looked right at me. He took a sip of his drink. “Nothing. Forget it.”

  “You can’t bring something up, and then say forget it,” I said. “Tell me.”

  He glanced at Les again.

  “Whaaaat?”

  “Shhh.” He shook his head lightly, and then cupped his hand to his mouth. “Fine,” he whispered, leaning closer to me. “I’ll tell you.”

  He gulped half the margarita in one drink, and then downed the other half.

  “Damn, dude. Want another?”

  He held the glass at arm’s length. “Please.”

  I poured him another, then returned to the chair, handing him the drink as I sat down. “Here. Now, tell me.”

  He took a massive drink, and then glanced at Les. After feasting his eyes for a few seconds, he met my gaze. “He’s gay,” he whispered.

  “Who?”

  He tilted his head toward Les.

  I chuckled. “Get the fuck out of here.”

  “He is.”

  I lowered my eyes and acted like I was deep in thought. After a short pause, I looked at him with surprise in my eyes. “Do you really think so?”

  “I know so.”

  “Oh my God,” I said. “It makes sense.”

  His returned a surprised look. “What?”

  “Why he hasn’t come on to me. He said he wasn’t interested in sex. Now I know why.” I took a drink, then leaned a little closer. “But how do you know?”

  “I’m gay,” he whispered.

  “Holy shit. You’re kidding me.” I glanced at Les, then back at him. “Not that it matters, but I never would have guessed.”

  “Well, I am. And I’m sure he is, too.”

  “Do you like him?”

  “I think he’s sexy,” he said, taking another glance in Les’ direction. “And he rides a Harley. What’s not to like?”

  I took a sip of my drink. “I know. And he’s super nice.”

  “Food’s ready,” Les announced.

  I looked in his direction. Upon seeing him, I almost spit out my drink. He stood beside the grill with a platter filled with chicken, sausage, and grilled corn. It was pretty obvious that while he was cooking his thoughts were on something other than food.

  His banana had transformed into a cucumber, and his spandex boy shorts did little, if anything, to hide it.

  Les’ eyes found Randy. “You hungry?”

  “Extremely.” He responded. His eyes shifted to Les’ bulge, and he paused for effect. “Let’s eat.”

  “We’ve got chicken, sausage, and skewers of steak,” Les said.

  “I’d like some sausage,” Randy replied.

  I love it when a plan comes together.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  We had finished dinner, consumed a few drinks, and were sitting at the poolside bar talking. Kelli’s hopes of seeing long, lingering looks and witnessing passion had been fulfilled, for the most part.

  I anxiously watched the two men. Sharing facts about each other, likes, dislikes, and personal experiences, they talked as if they’d never actually met.

  My interest in their discussion wasn’t an act. It was truly fascinating to see them interact, and as much as I looked forward to seeing their migration to sex, I was completely satisfied with witnessing their shared conversation.

  “Siblings can be so Satan-like,” Randy said. “You should be grateful you’re an only child.”

  “How so?”

  “Oh Lord. Do I really have to go into detail?”

  “Not if it makes you uncomfortable.”

  “I’ll give you one example.”

  “Alright.”

  Sitting side-by-side on the bar stools, the men faced each other. Although Kelli had wanted Randy in a pair of swim trunks, he was still dressed in his work attire. In my opinion, the contrast in his clothing made everything seem much more realistic.

  “My eldest brother.”

  “Oldest.”

  “Eldest.”

  “Whatever.”

  “My eldest brother. Robert. He’s the devil himself. Every time I’m home for the holidays, he asks me when I’m going to grow up. He acts like homosexuality is a choice. He calls me childish. He really thinks I’m going to grow out of this. He laughs about it, but it hurts. I wish he could understand. But, if he can’t, he could at least be compassionate.”

  “I think that’s people in general. Everyone could be more compassionate.”

  “We need an LBGT awareness website for idiots, or something.”

  Les cleared his throat. “GBLT.”

  “LBGT,” Randy said. “Ladies first.”

  “It isn’t a gay thing,” Les said. “It’s just people. I think the success of Facebook, Twitter, Tinder and GRINDR have made the world insensitive. On the social networks, it’s too easy for someone to attack a person without actually facing them. A remark or comment they’d never make in person is posted with a few keystrokes. On Tinder, people who aren’t attractive are simply dismissed with a left swipe. The social equivalent of going on a blind date and turning around and walking away as soon as you’re face-to-face with your date. When people get a friend request on Facebook, they don’t review the person’s profile, they review their profile photo.”

  He paused, shook his head, and continued. “I think all of this has made the general public insensitive. The ease of expression without repercussion on social networks has made it second nature to act similarly in person.”

  “That’s an interesting concept,” Randy said. “There’s probably some truth to that. So, you’re not a fan of Facebook?”

  “I’m not a fan of how people act on it.”

  “I like you. You’re different. Like Lou said, you’re nice.”

  “In some respects,” Les replied.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m selfish.”

  Randy’s face distorted. “How so?”

  “I’m self-centered.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Because I’m here.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “I’m gay. I came here in hope of landing a modeling job. Getting noticed. Something. But not to be with her.”

  He turned to face me and jutted out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. “Sorry.”

  “We became friends, though. More than I can say for the last guy,” I said.

  “You’re satisfied with that?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Very.”

  “And you’d be okay if I--” He paused and motioned toward Randy.

  “Absolutely,” I said.

  He spun his stool in a half-circle and faced Randy. “So, do you want to--”

  He didn’t get a chance to finish his thought. In mid-sentence, Randy leaned forward and kissed him.

  When the evening began, I felt that the entire thing was a farce. It had been discussed earlier in the afternoon, and everything was planned in advance. From Randy’s arrival to their anticipated poolside frolic in their boy shorts, every step was strategic and prearranged.

  It hadn’t, however, gone as we’d discussed. Personally, I was more pleased with the unscheduled outcome, and the fact that it wasn’t completely composed. It seemed…

  Real.

  Reality Boys.


  I felt like a matchmaker. As the two men embraced in a passionate kiss, I filled with warmth, knowing that albeit small, I played a part in Les coming out. His televised revelation of his sexuality wasn’t something that he planned, nor was it something he originally desired.

  The decision to do so was his, no doubt. But it came only after some encouragement on my part.

  Although I had spent most of the evening with a ho-hum attitude, what was before me now quickly changed my mindset to an eager desire for more. I, but for different reasons, wanted to see the same passion Kelli had expressed. Ultimately, I wanted them to be together, to last forever, and to find that once-in-a-lifetime love that only came to those who were open=minded enough to accept it.

  Randy broke their embrace, slid from the barstool, and knelt before Les. He looked up and locked eyes with Les, then promptly pulled down the front of his shorts.

  Les’ massive cock flopped into Randy’s face.

  I sighed.

  I guess I can be persuaded to accept a gratuitous sex scene.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  On camera, I had gone in the house and left the two men outside by the pool. Off camera?

  Off camera I was trying not to drool.

  A man’s sexual desire is made known by the rigidity of his cock. If a man is turned on, his dick reacts, and hiding it is often difficult.

  As I sat on the far side of the pool and watched Randy and Les sucking each other’s cocks, I was grateful that women didn’t possess a similar tell-tale sign to indicate their sexual interest. Instead of a hard-on, if a woman’s boobs, for instance, swelled when they were aroused? Mine would have gone from a nice “C” cup to a double “J”.

  The mood had gone from passionate and playful to something that would need editing to be aired on any cable channel, and in unedited form might challenge the most graphic scene ever produced by the porn industry.

  Positioned on the lounge chair where I was sitting earlier, Randy was on his back. On his hands and knees, Les was positioned over him, with his head in Randy’s lap.

  While Les’ perfectly sculpted ass gyrated up and down, he forced his cock in and out of Randy’s mouth. With Randy’s legs spread and his feet to the side of the lounge, his stiff cock was in full view – when it wasn’t down Les’ throat.

  It was almost as if the two men were in a contest, seeing who could bring the other to climax first. If nothing else, it definitely seemed that the they were trying to impress each other with their ability to suck a stiff dick. And, if that were the case, Randy was the clear winner.

  As Les’ entire length continued to disappear in Randy’s mouth, I writhed in my seat. My pussy was soaked, my mind was in the gutter, and I desperately wanted to join the two men in their sexual adventure.

  Visions of riding Les’ cock while I sucked Randy’s with vigor filled me. Although I had never participated in such an event – nor had I really given it much previous thought until lately – ridding my mind of such thoughts seemed impossible. I desperately needed to go in the house and distance myself from them, but I couldn’t pry myself away, and I knew it.

  No differently than an alcoholic at the local pub, or a heroin addict at a methadone clinic, I found it difficult to resist the urge to fulfill my desire to join them.

  After a few minutes of alternating glances between Les’ well-defined tattooed arms to his muscular ass, and then to the stiff cock he was sucking, I reached a point where I had to join them or act on my own.

  Either that or I was going to burst into flames.

  With my eyes glued on the dick sucking campaign, I reached between my legs and pulled my swimsuit to the side. My finger slid in with ease, but I was so turned on that it did little to satisfy me. While continuing to lust after the two thick cocks that were in front of me, I added another finger.

  I slid my fingers in and out of my wetness as I watched the men. With my free hand, I began to rub my swollen nub, hoping to bring myself to a quick climax. After no more than a few seconds, I bit into my bottom lip to numb the feeling that began to fill me.

  With my pussy filled with fingers, and my clit tingling from the massage it was receiving, I stared at the two men.

  Les’ cock is so thick.

  Randy’s head lifted from the fabric of the chair as he took Les’ entire length into his mouth. In response, Les’ back arched and his shoulders raised, forcing his balls against Randy’s lips.

  Oh my God.

  Every muscle in his well-sculpted tattooed body flared as he pressed his hips against Randy’s face. Watching his entire cock disappear into a mouth so willing – and able – to please was satisfying in itself, but Les frantically stroking Randy’s dick while he relished in the oral satisfaction he was receiving pushed me to the edge.

  On the cusp of climax, I rubbed my clit with one hand and I fingered myself feverishly as I gawked in amazement.

  Les began to moan, and the sound was unmistakable.

  He, not unlike me, had reached his limit.

  Les continued to jack the length of Randy’s dick in his clenched fist. Without warning, Randy erupted, shooting cum into the air in spurts.

  Les let out a wail, obviously unloading his load deep in Randy’s throat.

  And, at that instant, I, too, let out a muffled whimper as I exploded into a different dimension of climactic bliss than I had ever experienced.

  After a long pause to regain my senses, I collapsed onto the lounge. Satisfied, yet feeling an odd post-orgasmic guilt for fingering myself poolside, I gazed across the width of the pool toward the men.

  Side-by-side naked, they shared the lounge. Laughing and talking quietly, their joy in each other’s company was undeniable.

  What I had come to the show in hope of finding, it seemed they had found. What I was seeking, they possessed.

  I sat up in my chair and smiled at the sight of them.

  One day…

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Kelli burst through the front door, shouting as soon as she entered the house. It was the first time I had heard her voice convey pleasure since the day we originally met.

  It was almost one o’clock in the morning, and Randy, Les, Bobby, and I had gathered in the kitchen to have a drink and a late-night snack.

  “Jesus,” Kelli said as she entered the kitchen. She was wearing a velour sweat suit and had her hair twisted into a bun. “That was gold. Well, most of it anyway.”

  Les looked at her. She locked eyes with him while she pointed her index finger at his chest. “I want you.”

  “Maybe you didn’t get the memo.” He chuckled. “I’m gay.”

  “No. I want to sign you. This is perfect,” She said excitedly. “Another show. Men. Gay men. Reality Boys. I can’t stand it. This is fucking gold. Your last day here is tomorrow. I want you in my office as soon as you’re done here. Be prepared to negotiate a contract.”

  I couldn’t contain myself. “Reality Boys? With an “S”?” I screeched. “I love it.”

  “And, you?” She pointed at Randy. “You’re going to be in it.”

  Les took a sip of beer, set his bottle down on the island, and looked at Kelli. “If I agreed to do it, wouldn’t having him on the show – considering what happened tonight – be kind of…I don’t know. It’d be like tonight’s a huge spoiler.”

  She wagged her finger between the two men. “You two have chemistry. Undeniable chemistry. I’m not airing any of this. None of it. The public will have no idea. The fact that you two haven’t done anything? It’ll leave the viewers wondering. I’m going to blow them away.”

  She pointed at me, and then at Les. “You two are going to end this little venture as friends. Two people who really get along well, but have no sexual interest in each other.”

  She turned to face Les. “I want people to like you. Really like you. But, I want them to wonder. With some creative editing, I’ll have them wondering. Jesus. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this earlier.”

  Les
sighed. “I can’t believe two weeks is up already.”

  “So, you’re interested?” Kelli asked.

  “We’ll talk.”

  “But you’re interested?”

  I was giddy with excitement. If Les was interested, he was doing a good job of hiding it.

  “We’ll talk.”

  She looked at me and grinned. “Talk him into it.”

  “I’ve got to go,” she said. “I’ve got some celebrating to do.”

  And, just like that, she left.

  I looked at Les and cleared my throat. As he met my gaze, I cocked an eyebrow. “You’re not interested?”

  “Hell yes, I am. But I wasn’t going to tell her that.”

  “This is awesome,” I said. “Just what you were wanting, huh?”

  “Pretty much. It sucks that you really haven’t got what you wanted out of this, though. Maybe in time.”

  “We’ve got a day and a half. Do you want to celebrate?”

  He shrugged. “Sure.”

  I looked at Randy. “Are you tired?”

  He shot me a look of uncertainty. “No, not really.”

  I looked at Les. “Does your offer still stand?”

  “What offer?”

  I wagged my eyebrows toward Randy. “The offer?”

  “Uhhm. Sure, why?”

  “Because it’s what I want. Come on,” I said. “We’re going across the street.”

  The time had come for me to get what I wanted. It might not have been what I needed, and it certainly might not have been in my best interest, but it was what I wanted.

  And, according to those in the know, there comes a point in time in life where every girl should get what she wants.

  At least once.