BOAT!!!

Dean, Paul, and Ryan go out on a boat. <g>

Most of the e-mail I get can be answered pretty succinctly, but the question I get often which typically has the least helpful answer is, "Whatever happened to so-and-so?" With rare exception, if you haven't seen a guy in a while, I don't know what happened to him. Some have moved away. Some have decided the work's no longer for them. Some have changed phone numbers and mail sent to them came back as receiver unknown. For the most part, these guys have a way of disappearing.

So it was quite a suprise when I got a call from Ryan. He was in need of funds and thought he'd give me a call to see what I might have available for him. I didn't know anything off hand, but I told him I'd come up with something.

Of course, the tricky part with Ryan was that things had changed considerably since he did the Log Cabin Weekend. Shoots with more than one guy had turned up the notch quite a bit since those days, and I wasn't quite sure how Ryan would handle the new, more intense 2SCM.com. Nonetheless, I told him I'd come up with something and a bit later, he was at the loft with the resident pro's: Dean and Boston Paul. <g>

"Things have changed quite a bit since the living room days?"
"Oh yeah,"

I went on to ask Ryan if he told anybody about the Log Cabin Weekend. He said he told some people some parts, but that he'd only shown the site to one person: his girlfriend. Amazingly, he still has the same girlfriend as he did way back when. But of course, for what she did know about the prior shoot, she didn't know he was coming back for a new one. Straight boys and their weird sorta dating honesty. <G>

First up, a game.

"You guys have a fishing game in front of you."

"All the fish have dots underneath them, of different amounts 1 through... don't pick it up, that's cheating... so, whoever gets the fish, whoever's dots total the most at the end of this little game gets a hundred bucks."

Of course, the fishing game had more of a connection to the shoot than they realized, but it was a $100 prize for playing a kid's toy. <g>

When they were done, my segue was ready to go: "Well, you know what this game really needs?" "We need water." "We need water?" Dean inquired. "So, yeah, we're gonna go rent a boat." <g>

A few minutes later, we were bobbing in the ocean and the fishing game was again ready to go.

Boston Paul won again.

"So why don't you guys get rid of your pants..."

(Of course, after telling them we were going to rent a boat, I'd had each of them put on a pair of shorts before we left the loft. <g>)

"Why don't you hike your shorts up a little bit and..."

I told Boston Paul to show Dean how it was done.

But, you know, this whole time I'm keeping one eye on who's in the boats around us.

"This guy is coming to catch us," Boston Paul alerted.
"I know, he's like driving right over here."

When the coast was clear, Ryan finished out the shorts hiking line-up. "Go get 'em Ry," Boston Paul encouraged with his thick adorable Bawston accent. <g>

"A hundred bucks for a fuckin' skinny dip." Paul suggested.
"Then you're gonna be all wet. We don't even have a towel. You'll freeze your ass off."
"I'll use my shirt."
"You will freeze your ass off like s..."
"I'll use my shirt. I'll throw my pants on after."
A few seconds passed, "Well, le... hold on. Let me think."

In addition to Boston Paul being wet and cold, I also had to think about the logistics of him jumping into the ocean butt naked with other boats around. I'd planned on the guys getting down to their underwear and getting that wet by just pouring water on them, but there's a big difference in guys in wet underwear and guys buck naked. One's definately a little more discernable at a distance. <G>

I moved on to the next item on my list: a little ice cream picnic and thought about the skinny dipping. It would be a great sight, but it was a lot riskier to pull off. Getting arrested in not high on my list of fun activities. <g>

But that said, after moving the boat to a better location, and renegotiating the price for such brazen disregard for the cold 50-some degree water (as they decided a hundred bucks wasn't really worth it once I agreed to the idea), we were ready to take the risk. The guys agreed that they'd all do the jump.

"He says he's gonna jump in there..."
"What? Oh yeah... they're coming to get ya... well, they'll be gone in a second."

"I'll fuckin' jump in, man, if you don't," Dean interjected.

Off came the shirt...

"What about that... that boat?"

A minute or so later, Paul jumped in.

And, of course, he came outta the water butt ass naked, but only the video will show ya that... or give you more insight into how Dean and Ryan's turn went. -- Hey, somebody's gotta help pay the $750 in skinny dipping reward money. <G>

Then, ass-freezing in the ocean done, back at the loft, Dean and Boston Paul stayed downstairs playing foosball while I had a talk with Ryan about the upcoming bedroom events.

"We never really, like, talked about what was gonna go down or whatever..."

But knowing that Ryan was a bit reserved in the whole video department, I figured a passive introduction to the new SCM was in order.

"I'm gonna let the guys, sort of, um, lead the show. So you just sorta just have to lay there... uh, and make them do all the work," I trepidatiously stuttered.

Little did I know that the "resident pros," as I referred to them before, would soon have Ryan like this:

What happened after that, well, a bit of switcheroo in the who's on the bed department, then, with the stakes notched up a bit higher, Ryan called mercy.

I don't think he felt bad, but he just wasn't game for where it was heading. Just not his thing. So he finished up solo then Dean and Boston Paul brought it home.

And Boston Paul got his very first another guy's spooge on him. <g>

Damn. I love my boat-renting never-know-what-to-expect job! <G>