Mason Meets Roland - Part One

Chapter 2
“Wow! There’s no stereotype to this guy!” Sliding his chair back, Mason was amazed. Arriving home, he immediately logged on, found the assgm.com website, then searched the Archives Stories-By-Content headings. Fully expecting to find a story about a well-hung black guy, royally reaming somebody’s behind, Mason scanned the first category, “Anal/Oral”. Totally surprised not to find “Karl’s Fullfillment”, his interest considerably piqued. Instead of moving
across the headings bar, Mason clicked down, to “Interracial”. Hopeful anticipation mounting, he slowly scrolled down the alphabetical listing until, “There it is!”

His eyes locked onto the storyline codes. M/M, Bond, Interr, Oral, True, Tickling. Momentarily, Mason was taken aback. He gathered himself quickly. Curiousity rising, he clicked the back arrow, once more eyeing the categories. He chose “Bondage”, scanned the list, finding the story title. Mason searched “Oral”, then “True”, the story title being listed as well, under those categories. Finally clicking the story title, Mason was gripped by the Author’s Note:

This true story focuses on a young twenty-four year old Caucasian, who comes to age, as a tickle top. Karl’s relationship with Roland, a forty-five year old African-American, allows him to realize a long-held fantasy of having a ticklish, bondage friend to play with. Karl also discovers a latent, controlling nature within himself, that begs for satisfaction. He becomes aware of, a need to control, manipulate, and direct another male’s sensitivities, for ticklish/erotic effect. The results, achieves an intense, higher level of satisfaction for both Karl, and Roland.

Although Karl does incorporate oral means in playing with Roland, there is no physical sex. The results of their relationship, swiftly reached heights of satisfaction, that negated such intent. Furthermore, such avoidance, aided in quickly developing an intimate respect, and appreciation for one another, truly being heartfelt.

This is not a tale of male-to-male tickle torture. Although intense, this is a true story of male-to-male bondage/tickling erotica. The characters presented in this work, Karl and Roland, achieve a certain arousal and release through tickling. The real events depicted in this story are described as they happened: a minimal amount of fictionalization regarding character names and locale has been used, as well as a small touch to the bondage/tickling/erotic scenes. Otherwise, this story represents Karl, Roland, and their relationship as it developed, in complete actuality.

haystacks
haystacks38@hotmail.com
haystacks53@aol.com

Mason stopped reading, and got up from his desk. “Where did I see this before? This isn’t the site where I first saw this… Where?” Mason spun around and picked up his phone. On the second ring, a sleepy voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Trent, its Mason”

Trent Vanderwheig was instantly awake. “Hey Bud! How’s it? You OK?”

“Sure, I’m fine. Got a question for ya’”.

“Shoot, Bud”

“OK. What was that story, the one that had you so worked up a few months ago? Remember the title?”

“Sure do. Read it all the time. It’s ‘Karl’s Fullfillment’, with a K. Lucky jokers. Both of ‘em.”

“OK, great. Where did you find it”

“Site’s called the UK Tickle Dungeon, an MSN community. I think the communities are called groups now. Anyway, you gotta join, it’s free, and the story is an MS Word attachment. Why? You interested?”

“Yeah, didn’t you download it?”

“Yep! Sure did! You want me to send it to you?”

“A-S-A-and-P, my friend. Don’t mind, do you?”

“No problem, hold on... Hey!!! You gettin’ into the scene, Bud? Doin’ the favor for me sometimes, got ya’ more interested, Huh?”

“Trent… it may be better than that!”

“What could be better than… The hell you gettin’ at, Bud?”

“I’m getting at this: I may have met the author, and, the sexy ticklee, of ‘Karl’s Fullfillment.’ Big, Black, handsome, in the flesh. I approached him in the parking lot, at Meijer’s, tonight.”

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare be shittin’me, Mason Reed! You gotta be kiddin’! How???”

“Had no idea, Trent. I’ve seen this guy a few times before, around town. Now that I think about it, never saw him before last spring. He’s gotta’ be the one. Seen him at the beach, playin’ with his boy. Guy’s got a nice build, in his mid to late forties… Look, I saw him going into Meijer’s earlier. He’s always appealed to me, so I waited. When he came out, I approached him. I was scared shitless... he looked as if he would’ve torn my head off, if I made the wrong step. Damn! That stance?! Does he…?”

“Dammit Bud! You can’t be doin’ that! At night??!! ‘Specially after that last jerk-off you were with!”

“I know, I know! But, you can sense somethin’ different in this guy! Look it… Trent, he told me to look up the story, then contact him, if I liked what I read! I’ve only looked at the author’s note, then I remembered seein’ it somewhere! That’s why I called you! And his name’s Roland!”

“What?!… Shit!… Bud, you may be on ta’ somethin’ here… You sure…?”

“I found the story at the a-s-s-g-m dot COM, that’s where he told me to look! And his e-mail is haystacks38 at hotmail, right? Or, haystacks53 at a-o-l, right? He said his e-mail would be in the story! Trent? Yo’!… Bud! You still there?”

“Yeah, Bud… Still here…. Jeeeezz! Look… it should be comin’ across right now… take a looksee”

“Yeah, I’ve got it. Gonna’ print it out, so I can read it real good.”

“You gonna contact this guy? Look, if you hook-up, see if…”

“Won’t forget ya, Bud. Be tons uh-fun. Plus you can…”

“Exactly, Bud… Been a while, but that would be worth it… Plenty worth it”

“Sure, I know it will. Let me get this thing printed out, so’s I can read it. Sorry to wake you, but I had to get my hands on this”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Bud… Hey! You think you might let…”

“Don’t know ‘bout that yet. Too soon to tell. Gotta see where this guy’s comin’ from. Plus, I still…”

“I know, Bud. Listen, now that you’ve got me all worked up, gotta jerk-off back to sleep, an’ some sweet dreams to dream about. It’s all your fault, Bud!”

“Good night to you too, Bud! Talk to ya’ later”

“Nite, Bud… See ya’”

Mason poured himself a glass of wine. When the printer was done, he gathered the sheets, and sat in the bay ledge of his huge picture window, that faced the lake. Mason read slowly. The intimacy of the bondage-tickling story, stirred long depressed feelings within his inner being. When finished, he read the story again, the entire three, long, and detailed chapters. When he completed the second reading, Mason looked out, across the dark waters of Muskegon Lake, a stunned, but elated feeling within himself. Still staring across the lake, he said to no one, “This ain’t no stereotype here Bud!
Yeah, Trent… This one here… is very, very much worth it!”

Chapter 3

Before logging on, Roland was already filled with disgusted resignation. He had posted both his story, and message ads
at numerous, yahoo! Groups, MSN Communities, three or four male personals sites, and a couple of message boards. Over a year and a half had gone by, with no local results. Roland received plenty of responses from gay/bi males locally, who were interested in sucking him off, turning up or backing their rear ends to him, but no one interested in M/M Bondage/Tickling fun. A few interested responses were from as far away as California, Florida, St. Louis, Connecticut,
New York, and New Jersey. The few responses within the state were at least an hour and a half drive, most were up to three hours. Roland’s work schedule, and home routine, just didn’t allow for a long drive to meet someone.

This night, like so many days and nights, since moving to the western side of Michigan, Roland was expecting to surf the Internet, in an unfulfilled search for a male tickling partner. Roland was so turned off, he had totally forgotten about his chance encounter, the night before, with Mason Reed. As his computer chirped, “You’ve Got Mail”, the square MSN pop-up icon read, “You have one new message in your Hotmail inbox”. Roland first clicked on “Read Mail”, immediately began deleting the junk mail as he read the subject lines, stopping abruptly. Disbelief held him breathless, as he saw the subject line, “Mason Reed”. Roland blinked, still disbelieving what he saw. There were two more subject lines below that one, and he quickly deleted them. “Mason Reed” was the only subject line remaining.

Roland hesitated. “I’ve had a total of six responses to my story, in over eighteen months. What the shit does this nutcase have to say? I hope this ain’t another Stuart!” Roland frowned, clicked on the MSN symbol, then clicked once more to go to his ‘hotmail’ inbox. When he eyed the subject line “Mason Reed” at the ‘hotmail’ location, Roland was dumbfounded. “What the???” He clicked on the subject line, and was shocked at the message:

Dear Roland,
If I may be so bold, as to address you this way, I’ve sent this message to both your addresses found in “Karl’s Fullfillment”. I am very much interested, in pursuing a relationship with you. First,

Roland stopped. Stunned, shocked, dumbfounded, befuddled, the whole kit-and-caboodle, can be used to describe his surprise. Roland got up, went to the kitchen, and got himself a glass of water. Trembling, he leaned against the counter, sipping his water for five full minutes, before returning to his computer. Once seated, Roland willed his quivering fingers to send the message to another folder, and closed the ‘hotmail’ window.

Returning to his AOL screen, Roland opened the remaining e-mail, and saw that it was the same message:

If I may be so bold, as to address you this way, I’ve sent this message to both your addresses found in “Karl’s Fullfillment”. I’m very much interested, in pursuing a relationship with you.

First, about myself: I’m forty-two years old, president of a small communications company, single, and gay. I’ve only had three relationships in my life. The first two, each lasted over ten years apiece, and were good alliances. Separation in both of these relationships were due to employment changes and relocation: one on my part, the other, that of my lover. I still regard these two gentlemen as friends, and think highly of them both.

The third and last situation, was with an abusive, drug addicted lover, which is still difficult for me to discuss, even in writing. This lasted for almost two years. In short, due to my blind love and desire for this person, I’ve undergone reconstructive surgery facially, and elsewhere. I’ve fully enjoyed my role as a bottom male my entire adult life, but for the past three years, I have abstained from any relationships, casual or otherwise.

Fortunately, I am healthy. Despite several unfortunate, forced, unsafe, sexual encounters with my past lover, I have remained HIV negative. Although I’ve been advised, that I am physically able to endure again, I’m still unsure, if, and when, I will be mentally, and emotionally ready to engage in physical sex.

However, I sense something in you that, feels safe. I hope this statement does not alarm you. I’m not trying to take refuge in you, or what you are seeking. On several occasions, I’ve seen you around town, by yourself, and with your family. I took serious notice when you were with your wife and son, and the atmosphere amongst you. That said a lot about you, and meant much to me.

I think participating in what you seek, would be fun. I must admit, reading your story, rekindled many suppressed feelings within me. I hope to make your ticklish experiences quite pleasurable. I realize that I’m not an ‘Adonis’, just a short, stocky, red-headed nerd, but I believe that I do know how to please my man-friend. At least, I think so. I would love to tease, and tickle that bod’ of yours (I’ve seen you at the beach). Hearing your orgasmic ‘growl’ would be of great pleasure to both of us.

Mason

Roland was dumbstruck. He sat for several minutes, trying to take this all in. There was no doubt to Mason’s sincerity, the honesty about his past, attested to that. “Goodness!” was all Roland could say, shaking his head in wonderment. He calmed himself, rapidly typing a reply.