CHAPTER 2: MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE BOYS NEXT DOOR
The new neighbors confirmed dinner plans for Saturday night, and I couldn't wait for the night to arrive and a chance to get to know these studs better. I invited them inside and took the salad they brought to the kitchen.
"Funny, this looks exactly like our place, but in reverse," Mitch commented as he looked around. He was wearing jeans and a button down casual shirt, the top three buttons unbuttoned providing a nice view of his hairy chest. His well-fitted shirt showed off his v-shaped, muscular torso.
"Guess that's what we get for moving to the burbs...tract housing," Ryan fired back sarcastically as he looked around. I was immediately struck by something I failed to notice the first time I met Ryan: his deep, baritone and sexy voice.
"Where did you guys move from?" I asked Ryan.
"The City," he answered flatly. "Can't say I'm looking forward to the 30-minute train ride when we want to go have dinner." His deep, manly voice matched perfectly with his trim, muscular build, extraordinary good looks and with dark features, olive skin and piercing blue eyes. He also wore fitted jeans, button down dress shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned, offering a nice view of his muscular, hairy chest. His shirt was perfectly fitted to his his amazing, lean and muscular body. There was something very cool, slightly arrogant about his demeanor that made him even hotter to me.
"Guess you all got the memo about what to wear tonight," I quipped with a wink, glancing down at my own jeans, buttoned down shirt with top three buttons undone showing off my own hairy chest. Unlike Mitch and Ryan, who both had silky black hair that matched their dark features, I'm blonde and sport a lighter matte of chest hair.
I poured a round of drinks while dinner finished cooking, and we chatted in the living room. Mitch was relaxed, confident and easy to talk to. He was also clearly the alpha male in the relationship, with Ryan chiming in occasionally but otherwise allowing Mitch to take the lead. Ryan seemed to loosen up and become friendlier as he downed his whiskey.
I learned that Mitch owns his own ad agency, employing about 25 employees. Not surprisingly, I learned Ryan works as a male model. They met when Mitch's agency hired Ryan for a photo shoot, and had been together for about a year.
I served dinner on the deck. The air was still warm with a light breeze, making it perfect weather to dine alfresco in California. We shared a bottle of cabernet with dinner and conversation flowed freely. As the night wore on and the alcohol kicked in, I noticed Mitch becoming more teasing and flirting, not only with Ryan but with me. Ryan didn't seem to mind the banter, and participated fully.
I offered a glass of port after dinner and both readily accepted. One benefit of dining with next-door neighbors is nobody needs to be concerned with getting home safely, and no designated driver is needed. We moved to the couches on my deck, and I lit the fire table in the middle to keep everyone comfortable as the sun set.
"Could I interest you in a little dessert?" I offered, explaining I made mini chocolate mousse cups.
"I don't normally eat dessert," Ryan admitted, glancing down at what I fully expect are washboard abs. "But I do have a weakness for chocolate mousse, and if they are small portions, I can make an exception." His smile was so sexy, his handsome face lighting up.
I brought a tray with three narrow round cups, three inches tall, filled with the dense mousse and topped with a dollop of whipped cream. When I removed the first one and handed it to Mitch, the weight shifted unexpectedly causing the tray to tip. I over-compensated with my flip back in the other direction causing one of the cups to unexpectedly launch airborne landing upside-down into the opening of Ryan's shirt.
He cried out with surprise as the cold glass hit his bare chest and slid down his torso landing at his belly button in the tucked in shirt. He instinctively grabbed for the cup and when he pulled it up out of his shirt, the cold, wet contents slid into his shirt collecting at his belly button.
We all went from horror to bursting out with laughter at the dumb luck of me "making a basket" with the mousse cup into his shirt. "Oh my God!" I cried out. "I'm so sorry. Why don't you come into the kitchen and I can help you scoop the mousse out of your shirt."
We all went to the kitchen and I instructed him to unbutton his shirt down to where the wet, cold pile of mousse rested. I grabbed a spoon from the drawer and proceeded to reach into his shirt and scoop out the messy chocolate mouse and whipped cream, throwing each spoonful into the sink. I was thrilled to get a view of his hairy torso from up close, especially as each scoopful revealed more of his sexy abs.
As I scooped the last spoonfuls from inside his shirt, I allowed the metal edge of the spoon to scrape against his washboard abs. HIs stomach spasmed uncontrollably and he gasped slightly, jumping from the ticklish sensations I was inflicting. I glanced at Mitch and he had a devilish smile on his face, enjoying seeing me tickle Ryan even if unintentionally.
"Why don't you remove the shirt, Ryan, and I can give you a wet cloth to wipe the rest off of your body," I suggested. Ryan unfastened the remaining buttons of his shirt and pulled the tail out of his jeans.
"Actually, I have a better idea than a wet cloth," Mitch said, the same devilish smile still on his face. "Let's go back to the couch outside and I'll get you cleaned up." Ryan paused, looking slightly confused, and then smiled sheepishly. He looked like he was about to argue but Mitch shot him a look that caused him to hold his tongue. He complied and headed to the deck with Mitch and I in tow.
I observed Ryan's body from behind and marveled that he didn't have an ounce of fat, his lean, muscular v-shaped torso looked like a gymnast's perfect body. Mitch instructed him to lie down on his back on the couch. I found it interesting that Ryan went along with whatever Mitch instructed, no questions asked.
Mitch knelt in front of the couch and Ryan tucked his hands behind his head, opening his torso up completely and vulnerably to Mitch. I looked on wondering what Mitch had in mind. He leaned forward and began using his tongue to lick the layer of chocolate mousse and whipped cream off of Ryan's sexy, hairy washboard abs.
My dick sprang to full size, pressing against my jeans as I watched this hot scene unfold before me. Mitch's skilled tongue lapped across Ryan's abs, cleaning every last smattering of mousse from his skin. Ryan had a smile on his face, looking slightly uncomfortable at times as Mitch's tongue lapped at his skin, the touches causing his stomach to spasm reflexively and Ryan to squirm a little from the ticklish sensations.
I wondered if we'd not all had so much to drink, would this scene feel more weird and unexpected than it actually did? But in the end, I didn't care. I was just glad to be in a position to witness this scene on my back deck.
It was clear that Mitch's tongue bath was tickling Ryan and he was trying to endure without objecting or stopping him. As soon as Mitch's tongue plunged into Ryan's belly button, though, his reaction changed immediately as he jumped and cried out.
"Dude! Not my belly button!" he protested. "You know how ticklish I am theeeeere!" he argued, dissolving into full-on belly laughter as Mitch continued poking and prodding Ryan's belly button with his tongue, moving it all around inside. Ryan squirmed but didn't wrestle away, trying hard to endure the obvious torment.
Mitch finally gave him a break after about 30 seconds of tongue lapping inside his belly button, unfastening Ryan's belt and starting to unbutton his jeans. "Mitch, what are you doing?" Ryan blurted out, not sure how far he was going to take this scene on my back deck.
"Relax, man," Mitch said with a chuckle. "I'm not going to give you a blow job or anything. Some of the mousse went inside your jeans so just cleaning it up. He licked the bit of mousse that had gotten inside of the jeans, stopping short of Ryan's pubic area.
"All done?" Ryan asked when Mitch had finished, hoping to get up and be done.
"Man, this mousse sure is tasty, Jason!" Mitch said, flashing that same devilish smile at me as he grabbed the cup I'd set down for him. "I want a little more," he said, taking a spoonful and depositing it in Ryan's exposed belly button.
Ryan yelped from the unexpected splash of cold pudding in his belly button. Mitch took another spoonful and smeared it all across his abs on either side of his belly button."Aw c'mon, man, haven't you had enough of making me suffer?" he protested, knowing how badly Mitch's tongue bath would tickle.
"Never!" Mitch said with a chuckle as he dropped his head to Ryan's abs and began lapping up the mousse from Ryan's belly button with his tongue, while Ryan squirmed and giggled. I wanted to so badly to massage my aching dick, but didn't dare do so.
I was surprised that the whole time Ryan stayed in his helpless position, allowing Mitch complete access to his ticklish torso, his hands never leaving their position behind his head. He was definitely subservient to Mitch in the relationship, and clearly Mitch knew his weak spots.
As Mitch moved from his now cleaned belly button to the mousse smeared across his hairy abs, he must've allowed his teeth to graze Ryan's skin. Ryan cried out and burst into laughter. "Not the teeth!" he protested. "No teeth, Dude!" But Mitch ignored his pleas and kept exploring his abs with his sharp teeth, sending Ryan into a fit of loud, deep laughter. He squirmed madly but still managed to keep his hands behind his head, allowing Mitch to torment him to his heart's desire.
When Mitch finished and stood up, I apologized again to Ryan for my mishap and offered my mousse while I returned to the kitchen to rinse out his shirt. I brought the shirt on a hanger outside and hung it to dry. Ryan and Mitch were on the couch, Mitch lying back against the corner and Ryan lying against Mitch's body, his bare torso on display and looking very sexy.
"Would you like me to grab you a t-shirt to wear while your shirt dries?" I offered.
"Nah, that's okay," Ryan answered. "I'm warm enough and comfortable here," he said, sipping his glass of port wine. I went back inside and returned with a warm wet washcloth and the bottle of port to refresh glasses.
I started to hand the washcloth to Ryan but Mitch intercepted. He began exploring Ryan's abs with the cloth, cleaning it off but apparently also using his fingers to press, prod and tickle Ryan's abs. Ryan giggled and squirmed but didn't block Mitch's touches, allowing him to take his time in cleaning up Ryan while tickling and teasing him. I couldn't help but notice that Ryan sported a bulge in his jeans that looked a lot like mine, turned on at some level by the whole experience.
We continued chatting for another thirty minutes, which provided a spectacular view of his muscular, hairy torso lit by the dancing flames of the table. As the conversation wound down, Mitch suggested we exchange codes for our front doors so we could each help check on the other's house as needed. I was happy to comply, with each of us using our apps to tap the respective door unlock codes into the software.
I gave both guys a warm hug as we said good night, and jacked off to the remembrance of the hot scene after I got to bed that night. I was excited to have these hot new studs as neighbors and hoped we had many more experiences like tonight's.
CHAPTER 3: GETTING A GLIMPSE INTO THEIR PLAYTIME
I received a text the next day from Mitch thanking me for the hospitality. I replied that we should do it again soon. The next evening, as I walked through the house I happened to glance out the window of my guest bedroom, noticing the light was on in their guest bedroom across the fence. I'd seen very little activity in that room after they'd moved in so moved to the window to see what was happening.
Because our models were flipped and nearly aligned, I could see down into the bedroom and spotted Mitch. He was wearing only boxer briefs, offering me a great view of his muscular, beefy body. I hurried to my office and returned with my camera and tripod, hoping I'd catch an interesting scene through the unobstructed window illuminated in the darkening night.
I zoomed in with the telephoto lens to get a better look at what was going on, flipping the record button into the on position. Ryan was laying on the bed. I could only see from just below his chest to the end of the bed but it was clear that he was tied up. Each of his ankles were secured in restraints attached to the bed, spread as far apart as possible. Ryan was completely naked, his hot, lean, muscular body on display. He was also sporting a major hard on, his dick standing straight up.
I started rubbing my own hardening cock as I watched what happened next. Mitch reached down and began tickling Ryan's bound, helpless barefoot. He tickled his other foot with his right hand. Clearly, Ryan must have been tied down spread eagle because I could see him squirming and yanking on the ropes but gaining very little movement beyond that. From what I could see, it appeared that Ryan was reacting wildly to Mitch's non-stop tickle attack, laughing and yanking.
I wished so badly I had audio to hear Ryan's deep, masculine laugh and begging. But I had to fill in that piece with my imagination. Mitch appeared to be merciless, tickling Ryan's poor bare feet for at least a minute without stopping. I also found myself wishing I could see Ryan's face to appreciate how bad he was suffering. Was he pleading and begging? Just laughing hysterically? Spouting profanity? My imagination was going wild filling in the details.
After giving him a break, Mitch climbed onto the bed and straddled Ryan's waist. I couldn't see exactly what was happening due to how my view was cut off but I guessed Mitch had started tickling Ryan's upper body because I could see Ryan was giving Mitch quite a wild ride, his body bouncing and moving from the wild squirming and yanking on the ropes by Ryan. Ryan's swollen dick was also swinging around from all of the motion and I could tell he was yanking on his ankle restraints trying in vain to gain control over his tormented body.
Again, my imagination was filling in the details as I imagined Ryan's muscular, hairy torso being tickle tortured. The session went on for another hour or so with Mitch moving about and tickling every inch of Ryan's hot body. Especially hot was how he used a couple of long, white, stiff-barbed feathers to tickle Ryan's hard cock and balls. I surmised that Ryan has super ticklish balls, like me, based on how wildly he reacted when Mitch teased and tickled his swollen balls.
HIs reaction was even more intense when Mitch replaced the feathers with what looked like an electric toothbrush. He brutalized Ryan's cock and balls and soles and I guessed probably his upper body as well. Mitch also spent some time edging Ryan, bringing him to the point of shooting, before stopping and going back to tickle torturing.
Mitch finally got Ryan off, his dick shooting jism into the air. Mitch stroked him completely dry and appeared to even play with his sensitive cock head some after he shot, tormenting him just.a bit more while he had him tied up and helpless.
For most of the session, I had my dick out and was stroking like a mad man, watching through the screen of the camera. When it was finally over and Mitch untied Ryan, I let the camera run until Ryan got up from the bed and I got a shot of Ryan's naked, hairy, muscular body as he padded out of the room, probably to shower.
I could't wait to connect the camera to my laptop and transfer the video so I could rewatch the scene on my 36" monitor, stroking my cock the entire time. I shot my own load at about the same time Ryan did in the video. I let the film roll while I cleaned myself up and noticed something I missed when watching it through the small screen on the camera. As Mitch unfastened the straps around Ryan's ankles, he glanced up and looked straight at me, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Holy shit!" I said to myself, my heart pounding. Did he know I was watching the whole scene? And that I was filming? That was now three times he appeared to catch me spying on them. Did he think I was a pervert? Or was he appreciating the fact that I'd taken an interest in them and their activities? Did he know that my biggest fantasies revolve around the fetish of bondage and tickling, and was purposely teasing me by tying and tickling Ryan?
Of course, I had no way of knowing the answers to any of these questions. All I knew was I won the jackpot with these new neighbors.
A couple of nights later, I spotted the light on from the guest bedroom next door and snuck over to check it out. Interestingly, the bed had been repositioned in the room, turned the other direction so now the entire bed was visible through the window. Once again, Ryan was strapped down to the bed, secured in a spread-eagle position. Only now I was able to see his hot, naked, helpless body from head to toe, thanks to the repositioned bed.
I grabbed my camera and tripod and started filming with the telephoto lens. When Mitch would tickle Ryan's feet, I didn't have as good a view of Mitch since his back was facing me. But when he would move to the head of the bed and reach down to tickle Ryan's pits, I got an even better view of Mitch's muscular, hairy body. I also noticed that Ryan wasn't the only one sporting a boner. The only difference was Mitch's was hidden inside his boxer briefs, his erection forming a tent in his crotch.
What made this scene even hotter was I could now see Ryan's facial expressions and reactions to being tickled. At times, he looked so desperate and appeared to be either yelling at or begging Mitch for mercy. Other times his head was cocked back and it was obvious he was roaring with uncontrollable laughter. It was killing me to not be able to hear what was going on, and I started wondering if a civilian could buy one of those devices the FBI uses to listen to people in buildings nearby.
Mitch added some additional torture techniques this time, clipping clothes pins to Ryan's nipples at one point. He also used a small whip of some sort on his bare soles at another point, followed with torturous tickling of Ryan's reddened bare feet. He also mixed plenty of cock teasing and edging in the scene.
Once Ryan shot his load Mitch continued to torment his sensitized cock head (made more obvious by Ryan's desperate reactions now visible as Mitch pushed his limits). Eventually Mitch returned to tickling Ryan's bound body. It appeared that perhaps Ryan shooting made him even more ticklish as his reactions were quite extreme and the yanking on the ropes wild if not fruitful.
Over the next week or so, I was fortunate enough to take in a few more sessions of Mitch torturing Ryan. It was clear both of them were getting off on their activity, and Mitch even made Ryan suck him off one time.
In one scene, I noticed the light on earlier than normal, right around five as it was getting dusky outside. This time, Ryan was tied with his legs pulled as far apart as possible but his arms were tied straight above his head, tied taut so his pits were stretched out and exposed, along with the rest of his torso.
Mitch had gotten Ryan hard and then put a cock ring and ball spreader on him so his rigid cock was forced into an extended erection and his balls were stretched tight. He also was wearing what looked to be a hood that covered his entire head, mouth and nose with just (I'm assuming) holes to allow him to breathe. It also looked as though Mitch had placed headphones on him, no doubt blasting loud music or something. So essentially, all of Ryan's senses were cut off except touch.
Most interesting was that he endured long stretches of about 30 minutes where nothing happened. He was simply bound and helpless and waiting for Mitch's next move. I imagined that must've been a turn on for him to be so helpless and vulnerable and just waiting for his next punishment.
Periodically, I managed to catch Mitch entering the room, surveying his hot bound boy and then choosing the next torment for him. It might be feather placed on his nips or cock or pits. Or an aggressive tickle attack on his helpless bare feet.
Sometimes it would be something that involved a little pain, like a smacking of his soles or pin fastened to his nips. Every time Ryan was caught off guard since he couldn't see or hear Mitch enter the room. Almost always it also included edging but without satisfaction of release.
I decided early on to set up the camera and just keep it shooting so when I watched it back, I could speed through the periods where nothing was happening and then slow down and savor Mitch's tormenting of Ryan. This went on all night, with Mitch finally removing the cock rings and spreader and getting Ryan off. Of course, he had to endure some additional torment before he was finally untied.
