Mason Meets Roland - Part One

Chapter 8

“YAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAHHAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!” “AAHHAAHHAAAGGGAAGGAAHH... NNAANNAAHHAAHHGGAAHH... NNOOOONNOO... NNAANNAAHHAAANNAAHHAAAGGAAGGAAHH!!!”

“Delightful!!!, was Mason’s thoughts. He cheerfully nibbled Roland’s bound, bare feet, in tantalizing ticklish fashion. Roland was bound nude,to a plush, armless leather chaise, with an adjustable back. His arms were positioned lengthwise of his torso, but underneath the backside of the chaise, and cuffed at the wrisits. To prevent Roland from lifting his body up, rope was attached to the ends of each cuff, wrapped around and across his stomach, in such a manner that fllattened his arms against the backside. Mason wrapped rope across Rolands thighs and shins in the same way. Each foot slightly overhung the edge at the corners. Just above the ankles were rope that was attached to a support bar, braced to the front legs of the chaise. Roland could not bend his knees, or pull his legs back. Mason made sure Roland was bound rather securely.

For over a half-hour, Mason tongued Roland’s nipples, nibbling and tickling his torso. When Mason turned his attention to Roland’s sensitive bare feet, tonguing them elicited such a reaction, that was surprising. Mason already discovered that binding Roland’s arms behind him, seem to make his nipples more sensitive. While licking them, Roland gushed more deeply in erotic reaction. His eyes closed, Roland turned his head, neck arched, uttering, “OH... GOOD... NNUUUHH... NESSSSSSS!!! UHHHWWHHHUUUUUUHHH!!! UUUUHHHUUUHH!!!”

When Mason first teased Rolands feet with his tongue, he bent the toes of each foot back, stretching the skin of the soles, then ran his tongue slowly up from the middle of the arch, to the base of the toes. He slid his tongue back, twirling his tongue around the arch area.

“WWWHHHUUUHHHH!!! WHHOOOOOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOHHHHOOOOOOOHHH!!!”

Same reaction, as with Roland’s nipples! WOW!!! Each toe was suckled, nibbled,and licked between. Roland was taken back and forth, from gasps giggles, and sensuous outbursts when Mason’s tongue explored the surface of both soles, to ticklish laughter when a finger traced up and down the base of each toe.

“HAAAHH... AAHHAAHH... OOOOOOOOOO... HHAAHHAAHAA... GGEEGGEEHHEEEE!!”

The ticklish antics became more lively and animated, when Mason bent each big toe back, and his teeth lightly raked against the tickle-sensitive base half. He cocked his head slightly to the side, pressed the front surface of his teeth against the taut skin, and worked his jaw up and down.

“YYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHAAA... UUUUNNGGAAHHAAAAAAHH... HHAAAAAIIIIEEE... YAYAAGGAA HHAAAHHGGAAHHGGAAHHAA!!!”

Mason did this, going from each big toe to the other, several times, for a few minutes. He was finally discovering the very sensitive nature of Roland’s ticklish, bare feet! Adjusting his body, Mason grabbed Roland’s left foot with both hands, again turning his head slightly, and used his teeth in the same fashion to tooth-tickle across the arch area. Roland’s nerve network, had been sending the itchy, erotic tingling to his feet, beginning when Mason was teasing and tickling his upper body. Only the ropes prevented him from literally taking off, the tooth-tickle-touch, igniting his reactive afterburner!

“GAAHHGGAAHHYYAAHH... HHAAHHAAHH... WWHHOOOOHHOOO... UUHHNNGGAAHHAAH... YYAAHH... NANANANAGAHYYAAHHAHH... AAHHNNAAHH... YYAAHHAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Mason moved his lips to the ball of Roland’s foot, puckering around it, sucking, and resuming moving his teeth up/down against it.

“GGEEHHGGEEGGEEHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
HHEEEEEEEEEEEE... HHEEEEEEEEEEEE... HHAAAAAAAAAAAHHH...
AAAAGGAAAHHAAAHHAAAHH... NNAAHHAANNAANNAANNAAHH...
WWHHUUHHAA... HHAAHHGGAAGGAAHHAAHHAAHH... UUHHAH... GGAAHAAGAAHAAHH... UUHHWWHHUUHHAAHH... YYAAAAHH!!!”

Unbelievable! Mason wasn’t pressing too hard against Roland’s foot, nor too deeply. This guy is that ticklish! “Delightful!”, was all Mason could think. Roland’s body was shaking against the secure ropes, the plush, black leather cushions of the chaise, rippling with the ticklish tremors. Mason’s hands, lips and teeth, could feel the ticklish rumbles, vibrating in Roland’s bare foot. What a way to turn a guy on! Still holding Roland’s foot with both hands, he nibbled across the pad of the foot, along the base of the toes.

“GGEEEEGGEEEEHHEEEEEE... HHEEEEEEEEEEE... GGEEHHEEEE!!!

Mason was becoming more turned on by orally tickling this bare foot. The taste... the feel... the sensitivitiy... Roland’s foot was of such delectable pleasure! He felt the same enjoyment, as when he had Roland’s pulsing erection between his lips! Amazing!

“Okay”, he thought, “Let’s try this...” For a change of pace, using the thin surface area of his fingernail, Mason turned his forefinger sideways. Pressing in slightly, Mason moved his finger in a straight line, up/down, while downwardly trailing his arm. From the pad of Roland’s foot, to the lower arch area, Mason created a sharper, condensed, thus more electrified sensation, that tickled Roland into deeper, guttural hysterics. Mason noticed, as he reached the middle of Roland’s foot, how it shook greatly. His ears also noted how suddenly Roland went silent. As Mason retraced the narrow ticklish line upward, Roland gushing aloud again, he noticed the same reaction, when he reached just below the pad of the foot. Quickly moving back to the middle of Roland’s foot, Mason held his arm still, only moving his finger, in shorter, tighter strokes. Roland went silent again for a few moments, body shuddering, his foot vibrating in place.

“YYAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEYYEEEEEE!!!”

Mason scooted his body around, turning his back to the chaise, wrapping his arm around Roland’s ankle. Unnecessary as it was, for Roland’s foot could not move in any direction, Mason cuffed Roland’s foot close to his body, his forefinger continuing the short, concentrated tickling strokes in the mid-arch area of the bare sole.

“HHAAAAAAAAAGGAAHH... YYAAAHHGGAAHHGGAAHHAAAAHH!!!
UHHNNUUHHNNUUHHNNUUHH... NONONOONONONNOOOOOOOO!!!
YYAAHHAAHHAAGGAAHHAAHH... AAHHAAAAGGAAGGHHAAHH!!!”

Guttural, deep hysterics. Symphonic baritone again! Mason was receiving a charge like he had never known! A couple minutes went by, when gut instinct told Mason to slide his finger up, to that spot below the pad of the foot. Not consciously thinking about it, Mason dug his finger in deeper, not hard, but more firmly, wriggling and twisting, but not moving from that spot. Roland went ballistic.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Mason let up, momentarily, then dug in again.

“HHAAAAAAAGGAAAAGGAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Mason tickled Roland with two fingers walking up and down his foot. Roland was louder, more reactive. Mason dug his finger into the sensitive skin in the middle of Roland’s foot! Great Googly! Roland screamed again!

“GGAAHHGGAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Two fingers again, tickling Roland in the middle of his foot.

“HHAAHHGGAAHHGGAAHHGGAAHHGGAAHHGGAAHH!!!”

Mason found the real tickle spots in Roland’s left foot! The spots that were switches to be used, to turn Roland’s ticklishness up! Mason’s own erection was tingling, as he thought of how he could use this, to affect Roland’s boner, at anytime! “Well OK... he doesn’t need it for that! But... it sure can be used... to manipulate it!!!”

Mason swung around, facing the chaise, and began tickling both feet with his fingers. Roland was in a ticklish uproar.

“YYAAHHAA... HHAAAGGAAAHHAHHAAAAHHGAHHAHA...
UUNNNGAHHAA... GGAAHHAAHHGGAA... NNAAAHAAHHA...
NAHHAAYYAAHHNAHANAH....NNOOOONOONONONOOO...
NOOO... WHUUHHAAHHAA... NOOONNOONNOOOOOOOOO...
YYAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAHHYYAAHHAHAHHAAHHAAHH!!!”

Another ten, fifteen, or twenty minutes went by, then Mason gave Roland and himself a rest. Mason was ready to take in Roland’s rod, as he sat staring at it. He loved the way it was bouncing with each heartbeat. His own erection was throbbing stongly, with that itchy tingle running near full strength through his body. After a few minutes, Mason quickly loosened Roland’s arms, repositioning them stretched back, beyond Roland’s head. Since Roland’s wrists were past the edge of the head of the chaise, Mason reattched the cuffs in the middle of both forearms. He looped rope through each clasp individually, then anchored both lengths to the bar that braced the main support legs. Mason also resecured Roland’s torso to the chaise, this time wrapping rope across his chest, in additon to the lengths acorss the abdomen.

A few more minutes of rest, then Mason had Roland back to deep hysterics, this time sucking, tonguing, and tickling his right foot. Mason toggled the tickle switches in Roland’s right foot, which were in the same spots as the left, then proceeded once more, to zestfully tickle both feet. Another fifteen or twenty minutes of further intensely tickling Roland’s feet, and Mason’s gaydar zeroed in on the guttural tone in Roland’s reactions.

“HHAAAAARRRGGRRUUUHHAAAAAHH... YYAARRGGRRR... WWHHAAAHHAARRGGRRR... AAAHHAAHHGGRRAAAHH... AHHAAHHAAH... YYAAHAAHHAARRGGRR... GGRRAAHH... WWHHUUGGRRUUHH... YYAARRGGRRUUHHAAHHAAHH...

Mason grabbed Roland’s right foot, his lips puckered over the middle of the sole. Masdon worked his teeth against the ticklish flesh, working their way over to the inner edge of the arch and back. Roland reeled in reaction, increased growling added to the hysteria.

“GGRRAAHHGGRRAAHHAAHHAAAARRGGRR.. UUHH... ARRHHAAHHAA... HHUUNNGGRRAARRGGRRAAHHAAH... GGRRAAAAAAARRRGGRRAAHH... YYAAHHAARRGGRR!!!”

That was enough... they both were ready! Mason scrambled to find his trousers. He reached in both front pockets excitedly. Snatching both hands at the same time, he pulled the pockets out, sending the contents flying onto the carpet. In his excitement, Mason had to turn around twice, before he found the foil-wrapped packet. Straddling along Roland on the chaise, he tore open the foil, unwrapping it from around the condom. Forcing himself to remain calm, Mason rolled it over the length of Roland’s throbbing shaft. Sliding forward, Mason leaned further, reaching behind him. Easing back, Mason guided Roland’s erection to his love hole. Damn! He forgot the K-Y lube! Mason slid back, and off the chaise. “There it is!” Straddling Roland again, Mason applied the lube to himself, then slowly eased back a bit, as he felt the head of Roland’s stiffness slide between his cheeks. Shuddering as he felt it enter his anus, Mason continued easing back, squatting until his portal of pleasure swallowed the length of Roland’s shaft. His body angled up, Mason folded each leg back, underneath himself, allowing a deeper, direct penetration.

With the warmth of Roland’s thick, puslating six inches filling his love canal, waves of impassioned pleasure surged through Mason, bringing him close to shooting his load. Mason rocked gently, his anus gliding slow and easy, back and forth, along the stiff love pole inside of him. Shudders, that stemmed not from pain, but from a luscious male-to-male intimacy that he controlled, bubbled within Mason from head to toe. Three years had passed by: fighting emotional and physical pain; the fears of intimate interaction; the doubts of freely giving himself to another; allowing his emotions to feel for another person; questioning his own judgement in sizing up other people; that had all come and gone. He was in charge now, on the brink of a new release. The realization of this control, mentally, emotionally, and now physically, caused Mason to moan heatedly.

Mason’s fingers began to tickle Roland, wriggling on both sides, into the rib cage.

“UUHHAAHHAAA... AAHHAAHHUHHUUHHAAAHHAAHH!!!”

Bound securely to the chaise, Roland could only quake, and shudder. The ticklish tremors, spurred additional quavers to his already heated, throbbing rod. On each backward slide, Mason held the vibrating shaft deeply, in in a hesitating squat. As he did so, Mason flexed his inner muscles tighter around the quivering erection inside of him. The vibrations massaged his prostate more deeply. Each successive downward slide, found Mason holding longer, his inner walls flexing several times. He picked up the pace, and slid his hands to the sides of Roland’s chest. Mason spread his hands, allowing his thumbs to graze over Roland’s nipples, then alternately tickle the sides of his pecs with his fingers. Waves of erotic-tickle passion rolled through Roland, continually translating vibrations to and through his erection.

“GGUUUUUUUUUHAAHH... WWHHRRUUUUUHHEEEEEGGHEEEE...
HHEEEEGGEEEEE... HHUUURRUUHH... AAHHAAHHAAHHAAHH!!!”

Mason slid his tickling fingers into Roland’s armpits. He felt the pleasure pole he was riding, stiffen more.

“HHAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE... HHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“OOOOOOOOOHHOOOHHOOOOHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO... NNUUHHUUHH... NNOOOONNOOOONNOOONNOONNOOO... GGEEHHEEGGEEEEEEE... NNOOONNOOONNOOONNOO!!!”