Mason Meets Roland - Part One

Chapter 4

To say they were both nervous, was an understatement. When Roland parked his car, he sat for a few minutes, attempting to will away the trembling in his legs. “Shit! I hope this works out!” Finally getting out of his car, Roland walked to the visitors’ elevator, which took him to the lobby. Announcing himself at the security/reception desk, he was still thinking, “If this is another Stuart case, I’m through! That’s it! Takin’ everything … I mean everything… off the damned ‘Net! Will not go thru this stupidass horseshit again! When he stepped onto the private elevator, Roland shook his head, “Nobody…! Nobody wants to be bothered with tickling! Stick it in ‘em bareback…try to jack you off in two seconds…, yankin’ on yo’ shit like it’s a piece of what-the-hell-ever…actin’ like yo’ dick’s a damned tire pump…, an’ all that stupid bullshit! Why… Why would anybody want to… Why am I puttin’ myself thru this?!?!!? Damn!!! Shut up talkin’ to yo’self like this... Fool!!!”

At the same time, eight stories up, Mason fretted, pacing back and forth. “I dunno…, dunno!! I don’t know‘bout this!! Do I have all my marbles in place??? What if…? What??” The buzzer sounded, announcing that the elevator was arriving at his private entrance. Mason spun around tiptoed. He waited for the doorbell to chime. Steadily, he walked to the door, opened it, seeing the apprehension on Roland’s face. Mason smiled lightly, “Hi!!” Roland nodded his head, “Hello Mason!” The two embraced, Mason bussing Roland on the cheek.

“Nervous?

Roland nodded, “Yeah. Sorry if it shows too much.”

“That’s OK, I’ve been rather frightful myself today.”

Mason rubbed Roland’s back with one hand, as they walked into the large living room. “Care for some wine?”

“That’s fine, just a little. Don’t drink …”

Mason cut Roland off with a quick kiss. He smiled, with a longing look into Roland’s eyes. Roland returned the smile. “I’ll be OK.”

Roland stood at the huge picture window, enjoying the expansive view of Muskegon Lake. He gazed out, over the four-mile length of the lake, past the narrow sand-banked outlet, to Lake Michigan. He began to relax.

The view, brought in by enormous window space: the high ceilings; the light, bright, off-white color scheme; all served to be soothing.

“Amazing. An old abandoned factory and warehouse. What a wonderful… beautiful view. Water relaxes me…. don’t swim… don’t fish… could care less. But this… this… calms me.”

Returning, Mason sat the tray with wine and glasses, on the window seat. He stood quietly beside Roland, sliding a hand underneath Roland’s golf shirt, feeling the warm skin. Mason’s fingers did a light graze up Roland’s back, causing him to shiver. Mason stepped behind Roland, pressing against him. His hands reached around, sliding up, to Roland’s chest. Mason’s fingers lightly traced the shape of Roland’s nipples, through the shirt material.

“UUHHUUHH!” Roland arched his back, his body trembling. Mason did this for thirty seconds or so. Roland’s head tilted back, laying against Mason’s, moaning and trembling. Mason then moved his hands down Roland’s sides, his fingers sliding in spider-walk fashion. “GUUHHGEEHHEEE!” Mason reached under Roland’s shirt, letting his fingers graze the skin at the beltline. “HEGEEGEEEGEEHEE!”

Mason pulled Roland’s golf shirt up over his head, taking it off. He began licking Roland’s back, at the same time, reaching around, and lightly teasing his nipples. Roland stretched tiptoed. “WHUUHHUUMM!” Roland felt his legs go weak, and leaned forward, placing his hands on the window seat. Mason reached over, took the cap off the wine bottle, and poured a small trickle onto Roland’s back. Roland gasped, then shivered, as the cold wine rolled down his skin.
Mason poured some more, lightly spreading the liquid over Roland’s back with both hands. When Roland felt Mason’s tongue on his back once more, he gasped, jerked upright, moaning. Mason reached around to Roland’s nipples again, lightly grazing them, feeling Roland’s sensuous shudders against his body. Roland’s hands went to both of Mason’s arms, rubbing them softly.

Mason was still teasing Roland’s nipples, kissing the back of his neck and shoulders, when the phone rang. “Hello?” as he sat on the sofa.

“Mason! What’re ya doin’ in the window, fella??!! Who’s the bod’ you teasin’, Huh?? Nice build! Love whatcha’ doin’ to those nips, man! For once, ya got somebody in your place!! Ya givin’ him a nice boner?!?! Has he got a nice tool?? Lemme’ come by an’ get a look at that! How ‘bout it, huh??”

“Lenny!!!! You bastard!!! Spyin’ on me again! Where…. Shit!!! Hold it!”

Mason got up, moving next to Roland. He opened a drawer next to the window seat, retrieving a pair of field binoculars. He scanned for a few seconds, then spoke into the phone.

“Go somewhere else!!! You asshole!!! I see you out there!!! Go get some dick yerself, dumbass!!! Why… why in the world… do you take your boat…. out into Lake Michigan… Shit!!! You gotta’ be… at least six miles out… away from here… and look in my damned window!!!”

“Oh don’t be such a shithead, Mason! Lemme… lemmee… lemmee, puhleese? Just lemme taste on his tool… be a sweetheart… you can share!” Lenny Czyczinski was laughing the whole time. “You don’t know what ta do with that! Mason… I can make him happy, boy! Tell me… whatcha’ gonna’ do with that… huh?? Ya’ know what ta’ do with the guy? Do ya’??”

Mason flushed red. “Yes. Yes, I know exactly what to do, Lenny!!! I’m gonna’ tie him up… tease an’ lick his nipples… an’ suck his toes... lick his feet ‘til he’s about to bust… He’s got very sensitive feet, Jimmy… turns him on like you always dream about… then I’m gonna’ tickle him crazy!!! You listenin’ Lenny??? When I’m done ticklin’ him… I’m gonna’ suck his bone… tease his nipples some more… slowly lick an’ tickle his feet some more …. then I’m gonna’ suck him ‘til he cums!!! It’s gonna’ be fun Jimmy… probably take two… maybe three hours!! Gonna’ swallow a truck load o’cum, Jimmy boy!!!

Two miles past the sand banks that separated Muskegon Lake from Lake Michigan, aboard the forty-eight foot, Mistress of the Gay Mists, Leonard Czyczinski went pale. Wide-eyed in surprise, Lenny stammered, “What!!! Heeeyy Mason!!! Look… You gonna’ play with his feet… tied up??!! Look… Lemme come up Mason!!!”

“He’s a nice guy Lenny!!! You’re an ass!!! A royally screwed up ass!!!! He’s mine to play with… an’ I’m gonna’ make him happy!! Me…. an’ me alone!!!”

Look Mas’, I’m sorry for pokin’ in on you like that. If this guy likes to have his feet played with… Look… I know you may not…. I mean… Let me play with his feet. You don’t have to suck him… He can screw me… OH… MAAAANNN!!!! You really gonna’ tie him up?”

“Get a life Lenny!! I’VE HAD IT WITH YOUR SHIT!!!” Mason felt white hot heat surging up his spine. He paused. Eyes closed, he spoke again, “Lenny, I will stomp your PUNK ASS!!! THAT’S IT!!! AND… DO NOT RING MY PHONE!!!!” Pausing again, Mason took in a deep breath. In a low menacing tone, Mason stated evenly, “You do, an’ I’ll wring your friggin’ neck!!! You hear me Boy?? I swear, call back, an’ I’ll come after you!!! For the last time, You... Leonard Czyczinski... have pushed me.. Too... Damned... Far!!!”

Mason clicked off the phone, and sat down on the end of the sofa. Looking up at Roland, “He’s an ass, a pure-d-asshole.”

Chuckling, Roland replied, “Man, you’re mad as all get out. This character always spyin’ on you?”

“He’s the banker my company deals with. Helluva’ banker. Smart as a whip. Understands every time we go to him for something. Even comes up with creative ideas. Makes a lotta’ money for his bank.”

“Outside of that, he’s a complete jerk. Socially, he’s arrogant, snotty, uppity asshole. He’s a foot freak… gay foot freak. Loves the shit out of men’s feet. Problem is… he’s impatient… can’t stand the loneliness… goes around to the most god-awful places lookin’ for guys. Been lucky so far… but he’s gonna’ catch trouble one day. Can’t stand his foolish ass!”

“Known him for sometime now. Met him when I was in Chicago. Went to grad school together. He’s aware of what I’ve been through. My guess is… maybe he’s jealous… me being able to stay away from guys. Has no idea of what it’s like… being emotionally screwed up the way I’ve been… for three years… then dealing with… keeping to myself. The clown has nerve enough to tease me about it! Then… calling me from his boat… this isn’t the first time… he’s got a couple of powerful telescopes top deck… or… seeing me out somewhere, an’ tellin’ me ‘bout my lonely time the past evening… what a jerk!!”

“So, that’s why you told him about me… my feet?”

“Look… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t fret over it. Serves him right! I love it! Folks need to mind their own business.”

Mason looked down, staring with a forlorn gaze at the floor. Roland held Mason’s wine glass out to him, which he took. Roland sat beside Mason. “Look… don’t worry about it.”

“I know… I mean... Thanks... I appreciate that. Just trying to let my aggravation settle… He royally ticked me off. Don’t know when the last time my blood has boiled like this”

“Understand that one, completely.” Roland leaned over, slipped off his shoes, and socks. He sat back, left leg absentmindedly crossed beneath him, sipping his wine. Mason stared down at Roland’s right foot. “Lenny would love those long toes”, he thought.

Mason sat his glass down, then placed his hand gently to Roland’s chin, turned his head slightly, softly kissing his lips. He took Roland’s glass, placed it on the table, then gave Roland a long, deep kiss. His hand slipped down, to Roland’s exposed left foot, which was sticking out beneath him, lightly grazing the bare sole. Their tongues swirling against each other, Roland squealed within the kiss, his body jerked, and snatched his leg from underneath himself.

Mason giggled as Roland gasped. He lowered his mouth to Roland’s right nipple, tonguing it slowly. Roland took in a deep breath, moaning as he let the air out. Mason enjoyed the shudders emanating from Roland’s body, as he continued licking the right nipple, his fingers teasing the other.

“UHHHH… WHUUUHUUUHH… UUHHHUUUUMMM!!!” Roland was arching, sliding over, down onto the plush seating. Mason never had someone react like this. But, he never had someone this sensitive either! Laughing, Mason stopped, “I’m not gonna’ wrestle with you, my friend! C’mon, raise up!”

Roland raised himself up, giggling. “Sorry… Told you how I am tho’!”

“No, don’t apologize. I love it… turn so I can put these on you.” Mason produced a pair of fleece lined leather cuffs. Embedded beneath the surface, was a chain with clasps at each end, which served to secure each cuff around the wrists. Another clasp was linked, as to connect the two cuffs together. Mason looked at Roland and winked his eye. “You won’t be tearing these apart”

Roland raised an eyebrow. “ I guess not! What kinda’ freak you gonna’ turn into?”

“One that hopefully, pleases you!” Mason laughingly undid Roland’s belt, then unhooked the top of his trousers. Roland leaned back, unzipped his pants, allowing Mason to slide them off. Mason took Roland, dressed only in dark hi-cut briefs, by the hand, “C’mon, hope you don’t mind this. Mason led Roland toward the end of the huge living room. Near the corner, typical of older industrial buildings of the time, was a large support column. The pole was round, four feet in diameter, angled out at the eight-foot level, at forty-five degrees as it neared the high ceiling.