Mason Meets Roland - Part One

Mason had never been privy to such an unbridled display of orgasmic intensity! He had planned on repositioning Roland and tickling his feet, but Mason realized they were both too exhausted for that. In the future however, he would have more of this pure adventure in lust. With these reactions, what in the world, would come from playing with Roland’s most ticklish feet?! Wow!!! After that, at some point, he would feel this animalistic outburst, surging within his own canal of heated passion! Wow!!!

Aboard the Mistress of the Gay Mists, Lenny Czyczinski was motionless, in awe. Flabbergasted actually, by what he had just witnessed over the past hour and a half. The sight observed through the powerful telescope, held him rigid in place, as he saw close up, how Mason played with Roland. Lenny himself soiled his shorts twice, as the real-live bondage and tickle-teasing scene played before him. Six and a half miles away, the guy that he taunted for being lonely, had the time of his life, a renewed male to male intimacy, one that Lenny dreamed of! Mouth agape, Lenny moved backwards on unsteady legs, sitting down hard onto a bench seat. Lenny stared with disbelief for a few minutes, then leaned forward, burying his head into his hands.

Chapter 5

Relaxed, his legs stretched out along the sofa, Mason reflected on the past Saturday. He enjoyed himself immensely, and the joy carried over into the first three days of the workweek. He rested fitfully the entire day on Sunday. At work Monday, things moved fast as a blur. Yet, he felt no pressure, no urgent feelings of it-had-to-be-done-yesterday. The same could be said for Tuesday, and today. He felt great!

Smiling, Mason looked over to the big, round support column. Never, absolutely never, had he remotely imagined, of sensual foreplay, with a guy in bondage! Furthermore, of all things, erotically arousing a guy, using his bound sexual frenzy, as a setup for tickling?! Next, taking advantage of his ticklish nature, further arousing him to a raging, growling, cum-dripping state of ero-ticklish hysteria??!!. Never in a million years!!! What a wonderful, fun, cool way to come back, from a three year hiatus!

Eyes closed, smiling still, Mason replayed the scene in his mind. Struggling, trying to refocus his senses after such an erotic delight, he stood on the footstool to release Roland’s wrists from their overhead captivity. Roland’s arms flopped down, freed from the strap across his forearms, hanging loosely at his sides. Releasing the straps that held Roland’s legs, Mason pulled Roland’s briefs down to his ankles, helping him to step out of them. Roland slid his feet outward a bit, keeping his weight against the column. Several minutes went by, before attempting to move away. Mason leaned his shoulder into Roland, aiding him in standing up straight.

Mason helped Roland over to the sofa, where he laid down. Mason, kneeling beside Roland, leaned over, with a long, deep kiss. He got up, went to his bedroom closet, returning with two light blankets. Roland was sound asleep. He covered his nude, new-found ticklish friend, then laid upon the matching love seat, across from him. They both slept for two hours.

Mason awoke before Roland did. A few minutes later, Roland awakened, and Mason giggled as Roland threw back the blanket, revealing a rather mean looking, piss-hard erection. Roland grunted a
smile, “Man... I ain’t thinkin’ about you!”, waving his hand at Mason. Mason pointed toward the hallway, “Through there... both has a shower.”

Mason continued smiling as he remembered how they talked in the sitting room afterwards, exchanging small hugs, kisses, Roland getting dressed. The long, deep kiss as Roland left, reminding him that it would be a couple of weekends before they could see each other again. Mason thought of what may transpire when they met next.

Lenny Czyczinski flashed across Mason’s mind. His blood turned cold, a stone-faced demeanor came upon him. “It’s to soon... but he’ll call.” Yes, he would surely deal with Lenny, in his own way, within his own time frame. Not quite sure of how or what he was going to do, Mason felt something that he had never felt before. His anger toward Lenny was not an overtly emotional feeling. This was a deep, controlled, quietly seething rage, that was patient. Lenny was in for something that he never expected. All Mason had to do was wait.
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“JEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZ-OOOOHHHH-PEEEETE!!!! Of all times... to be on assignment! Dammit!!!”

Trent Vanderwheig was fit to be tied. He wished he was tied! Reading the letter from Mason, had him in a royal tizzy. In vivid detail, Mason recounted the entire scene with Roland, the weekend before last. Included were the various conversations preceeding Roland’s visit, the e-mails, and so forth. Mason wrote of what he learned from Roland, his emotional make-up, his sex-drive, what turned him on, and what he thought Roland would do. Mason felt that Trent and Roland had great potential compatibility, since they both had off-the-scale ticklishness, that were keenly connected with their sexual natures.

Mason went on to say what he hoped would happen the next time Roland visited. He was sure that Roland would be a passionate love maker, and he was looking forward to having Roland in bed with him. This time, he would not overlook Roland’s feet, making sure that he drove Roland “over-the-top.” Mason hoped to make the next meeting with Roland as erotically ticklish and sexy as possible.

Trent paced back and forth thru the motorcoach in exasperation.
“Three months... three months... stuck here and there... until I get back!!! AAWWWWW SHEEEEIIIITTT!!!”

Pietr snatched open the door and jumped up the steps,
inside. “Trent! Vas ees vrong?!?! Are you...”

“Nuthin... NUTHIN!!! Just leave me alone... Leave me alone!!! Don’t bother me... not now... dammit... GET OUT!!!”

Pietr had worked with Trent several times, but never seen him agitated like this. What could be bothering him in such a way? That letter had to be bad news. The photo shoot was going quite well, but now, Trent seemed to be in no mood to continue today. Pietr had hoped to get Trent’s attention in another, more intimate way, but he doubted if that would be a good idea. “best to leave it alone, until he’s in a better mindset.”

Trent couldn’t believe it. Stuck in the Swiss Alps, on assignment for a European automaker, and Mason gets with a ticklish guy, that could posibly be a real good tickler himself! A top guy, who’s ticklishness was sexually rooted and motivated, and loved to be tickled into one raging boner! Here Trent was, both a ticklish and sexual bottom, with his ticklishness also sexually rooted and motivated, loved to be tickled into sexual submission, stuck on the other side of the world!! Shit!! For six more weeks!!

Trent was enormously successful as a commercial and industrial photographer. His work took him around the globe, sometimes for months at a time. Automotive companies, aircraft makers, tourism businesses, NASA, furniture makers, construction outfits, oil companies, mining concerns, the Pentagon, banks, an endless list, all had a direct line to Trent Vanderwhieg. He was on a current business/photo trip doing work for Audi/Volkswagen, BMW, Airbus, SEMTEC, Royal Dutch Shell, Norwegian Cruise lines, the European Banking Consortium , and the Oslo Floral Society.

Once he finished the BMW photo op, he had to go to Amsterdam. He had to go to Dubai. He had to go to Brussels. He had to go to Oslo. He had to go to Bonn. He had to stay overseas. He could not fly back to Michigan, not yet!!! So, all he could do, was be flustered. Was he ever flustered!

“Pietr! Lets go! Now!”

“But Trent... vee haf goot sunlight! Ees goot day to...”

“YOU HEARD ME! GET ME BACK TO THE DAMNED CHALET! NOW DAMMIT! GET MOVIN’!!!”

Pietr rushed to get Trent’s equipment, ushering the two models and production assistants onto the motorcoach. One of the assistants asked about the three vehicles used for the photoshoot. “Leef dem. Vee get tomorrow.” Pietr had the good sense not to upset Trent any further.

Fiorna, one of the models, who would have given anything to make Trent happy, at any time, looked at him, and knew it was best not to speak. Trent, slumped in the custom leather recliner, legs crossed atop a table, was unaware of Fiorna’s longing eyes staring at him, with a worried look. Had she known what was bothering him, she would have screamed from the highest Swiss Alp, that Trent, and only Trent, could tie her, tickle her, anywhere, anytime, in or out of bed, with as much sex as he wanted.

Pietr, as worried about Trent as Fiorna, glanced up at the rear-view mirror at times, while he expertly guided the custom-built motorcoach down the mountain side. Had he known, what had Trent in such a terrible funk, Pietr would have announced without shame, that he would tickle Trent as much as he liked, anywhere, anytime, anyplace, with as much sex, however Trent wanted it, giving or receiving.

Upon their arrival to the chalet, Trent stormed thru the lobby, yelling at Pietr to tell the front desk to leave him alone. No calls, no messages, no nothing. And he didn’t give a damn who it was, he’d better not be disturbed. Fiorna stood next to Pietr, her hand on his arm, looking up at him with frightened, questioning eyes. Pietr could only shake his head, deciding not to call the office, and forego the daily report.

At the same time, it was just before seven in the morning in Muskegon, Michigan. Mason Reed was in his office going over operational reports and preliminary budget proposals, preparing for an 8:00 am board meeting. The phone rang, Mason answering without noticing the caller ID. “Good Morning, this is Mason Reed.”

“Uh.... Hello Mason, Lenny here.”

“Lenny! What an unpleasant surprise! It’s not bankers hours yet! Aren’t you spoiling your non-beauty rest?”

“Well, I... Uh... I thought I might catch you before things got busy... I... Uh... I’d like to...”

“Lenny, I’m preparing for a working, breakfast meeting with the board members. I’m really not interested in having my stomach upset beforehand. But, since you’re on the line, make it quick! Also, I’m not planning on asking you for a million bucks this month, so don’t even think of it!”

“Okay... I’ve got that coming, I know that...”

“Buddy, you have no idea!”

“... but I’d like to get together with you, and talk. Honestly. I’m sorry, really sorry for being such an ass. I’d...”

“Yes, you are a royal pain in my ass, Lenny! As far as talk goes, we talk when I get ready! Our quarterly meeting is
still on... that hasn’t changed, and it will not change! Outside of that Leonard, we talk when I say so! Do not bother me until I call you!!! Make sure I do not see your sorry ass unless, it is for business! And I’m not sure how long I can stand dealing with you on that basis! Now, Leonard, I hope you have a very shallow day, for that certainly fits your screwed up personality and make up! Now, I have important work to do, and I need to cleanse my mind of you!”

Mason set the phone down before Lenny could respond. At that moment, Cheryl Rosen walked in. “Trent Vanderwheig, overseas, is holding on line three. Mason, he doesn’t sound too cheerful. Hope he’s OK.”

“Ohhhhhhh Shit!!!”