I like yard sales. I have since I furnished my first home.
You see, my parents came from money, -- & when gramps died, he left us a small island in the middle of lake which was in the middle of nowhere way up in the northern part of the state. When I turned 18, dad asked me what I wanted for my birthday present. I told him the island. No one objected, so he deeded it to me. 3.5 acres of boat accessible camp turf was all mine! Unlike my siblings, who all attended college, -- I got into modeling & attended a community college liberal arts degree part time. I also made some really good money. I guess I missed the sports I could have played, but nature had gifted me with what the photographers called "ideal symmetry" so it seemed rational to let my bod pay the bills & not mess that up with the likes of football as I'd almost done in High School. I made $300k my first year when I landed the "BroSto" undergear contract. I saved almost all of it & decided to turn the old camp island into a home.
I decided on a dome home. I talked to several contractors & settled on an oak sphere reinforced with concrete. Over the next 3 years, the buildings went up (I built the thing in spurts). I had the pool domed over with a mostly glass enclosure & made the entire pool area double as a green house. Passive solar & natural gas heated the place & I had a double basement! Yeah ... the home sat on a graded mound of earth & rock with about 20' of basement. Upstairs was sweeping 2-story partitioned build w. a master bed & bathroom on level 2 & open space to the skylights over the living area. It had fantastic acoustics for business & entertaining & dining & the nighttime view of the stars from the master bedroom & glass ceiling was breathtaking. Down stairs on level 1 was the kitchen, dumbwaiter, weight room/gym & generator room, canning room & a large storage room for my ATV, Jetski & other toys -- with large, ground-mounted metal doors for access to the surface outside the house. On the sub level was the galbers salt tank, & 3 large bedrooms with full bath & concrete culvert that ran all the way to the lake for underwater access. Overall, the home was a whopping 9200+ Sq. Ft. -- which is what Domes are noted for: Area!
But in my boasting I digress. THIS story begins when I was furnishing the bedrooms on the sub level. My best friend in the whole world had been a guy named Jake Carmola. I'd known him since we were little kids & we did everything together. When Jake was 14, his dad landed a contract with Great North Timber & they moved across the country. It was pretty difficult for the next few months without Jake around to help stir up mischief, but time passed & sports & a few other friends seemed to fill the empty spaces ... not as good as Jake would have, but I survived. We wrote & e-mailed each other occasionally, but I hadn't seen him since my freshman year in HS. I knew that Jake had attended college in California & played every sport in the universe.
Then the phone rang. It was June 12th -- my birthday. "Hello?"
"Hey, Cameron ... Jake here!"
I knew the voice instantly. "Hey dude!! Long time no hear .. - like what, 3 years since you last called! What's up!"
"Happy B-day bro! Hey, I was gonna be back home for a few months & I heard you had a new place. If you wouldn't mind a guest for a while ... I mean ... I could pay you rent and ..."
"Say no more dude! Me casa - you casa! Do you know how to get to the pier so I can send the boat?"
"Yeah ... you're the only road to the lake! Duh!" Over the next half hour, we shot the breeze & Jake explained that he had been sick with something & missed so much school he was gonna have to make it up after he rested some. The doc had said fresh air & he knew that he'd come from the "fresh air" state! Anyhow, when he heard I had a place -- he built up the nerve to call. I was glad he did. I hadn't seen the guy in 7 years! Now that I thought about it, it did seem kinda strange that he never sent a pic or anything.
Well, one thing I knew is that I had 2 days to find the perfect bed for the "Jake suite". Sleeping on the carpet may not appeal to him. I decided to take the party barge to shore because there was no telling how much area I'd need to transport the bed back. Getting to shore, I took the FORD f-350 pickup toward town. As I got near civilization, the CozyBound Inn was having a large inventory clearance "yard sale" (gotta love northerners). One of the items on sale was a solid walnut framed bed with awesome carving & leather covered headboards, footboards & a whole dresser's worth of drawers under it. It was massive both in size & beauty. There was a simple attendant overseeing the sale items. I asked him about the bed & he said it had been the original inn keeper's. Then I asked the question: "How much". He told me "$300". I knew it was worth 15x that. "SOLD!" I exclaimed. He got 2 other guys from inside the inn to help me break it down & load it in the truck. It was a mind-puzzle -- making it all fit, but we did it. I paid him & had almost left when he told me that there was a box of additional attachments that went with it. They loaded that into the back of the truck too & I asked one of the guys (named Bill) if he'd like to make some extra moola helping me move it. Bill was all for it so he joined me for the trip back to my place. To shorten the story, Bill & I got everything moved & set up in the "Jake Suite". That killed the rest of the day (trucking him to & fro), & ended up costing me another $200 for his time. After returning from taking Bill back in town, it was near midnight & I was wasted.
"Ring...ring" ... the phone woke me. I was on the couch & it was morning. "Hello?"
"Hey dude ... Jakey here. I'll be at the warf in about an hour, OK?"
"Yeah, yeah ... I grogged. Glad you called, I was asleep. I'll meet ya there." We talked some & decided I should get ready; -- & besides, his cell battery was only half left. I took a fast shower, had a cup of espresso & was off to the wharf in the small boat. I hadn't been docked for 5 minutes when Jake's dad's truck rounded the bend & came into view briefly as it went around another bend to a camping area nearby. While I tied off the boat, I could hear Jake & his dad take out his luggage & exchange hurried good byes as Jake's dad needed to be back in time for his shift to start. As I started walking toward the camp area, Jake came jogging around the corner toward me. Watching him was like watching slow motion. Seeing him did something to me. He was in shorts & a string tank. I could feel my heart skip a beat as he got closer & the trees that dotted my viewing field thinned. He was about 6'3 tall with a wrestler's muscle tone & body builders size. His black hair was below his ears -- just a little bit & I could see a dusting of black hair on his chest the closer he got. His face was "totally Jake" but his jaw-line was so square - & his beard was a pencil thin line that hugged his chin from ear to ear. There was something about his appearance that did something to me. Made something stir deep down inside like nervousness in the presence of greatness. His eyes locked with mine & his smile lit up the entire lake. I could feel a lump in my throat; ... what the hell was happening to me! Jake reached me & without stopping he just wrapped both arms around me & lifted me off the ground in a hug that was half dance, half excitement: 'Dude ... I have MISSED you!" He exclaimed. After spinning about 3 times & finally putting me down, I looked at him and in my most serious expression said:
"If you're looking for Cameron, he's down on the boat." Jake took a-back for a moment. He was eyeing my face, pierced ear & highlighted hair -- momentarily wondering if he'd just made a fool of himself with a stranger. That's when I flashed him the "Wicked Grin" or "WG" as we'd come to call it. The wicked grin was a facial expression I had honed for those times as a kid when Jake & I would get an idea that usually involved a prank - making someone else extremely irritated. I'd practiced the grin with him, & he had his own unique "wicked grin". We'd been told by several girls who had seen our "wicked grins" that we had both somehow managed to turn "cute" into a weapon. Jake spied the wicked grin & the smile it brought to his face soon became the Jake "wicked grin". My knees went a little weak. It WAS "cute turned into a weapon".
"You almost had me dude" Jake spoke as he stepped back into my space & hugged me. I weakly hugged him back & it was like being wrapped up in joy.
"Couldn't resist playing stranger with my pal-turned-stranger." I responded. "Besides, now that I've humbled you sufficiently, I won't have to sniff your butt, & mount you in public." Laughter exploded from Jake's lips, but I was wondering where the hell that comment came from.
"Well, served me right not calling very much. I'm wearing your underwear, though!" ... Jake pulled his short's waist band down low enough for me to see the "BroSto" brand label on the waistband of his undies. "Got all your magazines too. When I saw what you'd done to your bod, it inspired me to hit the gym with a trainer. You like?", - he said pulling the bottom of his string tank up showing his 6-pack & treasure trail.
"Man, you might put me out of a job dude! Now, I've gotta find a way to make you disappear without being implicated." - I wicked grinned him. He wicked grinned me back raising his brows slightly -- twice. I think my heart actually missed about 3 beats. What the phuck was wrong with me! I hung out with models & lots of us were close ... you know, guys who have killer looks know that they other dude is good look'n too, & pop each other morale's; -- But not even chicks -- the ones I'd really thought I liked (before the PMS demon wrecked them) - had never made me grasp to recover my thoughts & keep my composure. Man, I hope he couldn't see how totally overwhelmed I felt near him ("Gotta stay one step ahead" I thought to myself). "Wicked grin ... kills every time." I said.
"Yeah ... you know it!" Jake agreed. "Been the cause of many bouts of laughter. Hey, do you want to give me a hand with my bags ... because like I packed too many & stuff." Jake wicked grinned me again.
"Yup ... no problem." I smiled, beginning to walk toward the bags. With each of us taking (4), we sweated our asses off getting them down to the boat. "Hope it doesn't sink under all this weight." I WG'd him. He WG'd me back. On the way back, we talked about times since High School. We reached my dock & loaded up the ATV with his bags & drove them to the house. Jake's jaw dropped when he saw the dome.
"Holy shit!". Jake yelled. "It looks like a resort!". I WG'd him.
"Welcome to 'Resort Cameron'", I WG'd. "We've prepared a stall in the barn around back for you.". Jake WG'd me back.
"I hope it wasn't any trouble." Jakes WG went away as he continued, "making space for me". I put a hand on his shoulder as we drove down the basement breezeway, & gave him a friendly couple of squeezes. Once in, I closed the doors.
"Let's get this stuff to your room." I suggested. We each took out 4 bags & grunted to the dumb waiter. Jake was amazed as we loaded them into it & sent it down. "Follow me". I led Jake to the spiral staircase & down we went. His room was near the stairs so we got his stuff from the dumbwaiter & went in. I helped him unpack & hang his clothes & showed his the drawers under his bed for his folded stuff & socks. Jake was kinda blown away by it all. "Go for a swim? Catch some rays?" I asked.
"Twist my arm." Jake WG'd as he offered his arm. I WG'd him feigning to twist it. "OK, ok ... brute. You talked me into it.". Jake WG'd me harder. We went down to the waterfront & Jake peeled off his tank and 2 pairs of socks. I looked at both pairs on the ground & Jake said his feet were kinda sensitive, so he wore 2 pairs of socks. The beach was sandy & we waded out into the lake (pool wasn't complete at the time). The cool northern lake on this hot day felt great. I took off my briefs & tossed them onto the dock. Jake followed suit. We ended up swimming & talking for a couple hours.
"I think my fingers are prunes now." I said mentioning how being in the water for a long time wrinkles the skin. Jake agreed. I walked out & pulled myself up onto the dock where I proceeded to wrap a towel around my waist. Jake was right behind me & I handed him a towel.
"Dry my back dude." Jake said as he turned around. I took his towel & went from his head down over his well muscled & toned body to his feet -- wrapping it around him to dry his front some too. When I was done, I handed it back to him and he instinctively dried my head & torso before he wrapped it around his waist.
"Inside for dinner?" I asked. His stomach -- as if on cue, growled loudly. Jake WG'd me. I smiled. I had a giant salad in the fridge. It wasn't one of those wimpy salads with only lettuce. It was a meal in itself. I poured us each a glass of wine & left the bottle on the table, -- which he grabbed & took with him leading me into my own entertainment room -- still talking nonstop. Over the next few hours, Jake & I continued where we'd left off talking on the beach. I let him do most of the talking. Something about his voice, the way he moved ... the little expressions that crossed his face & all the muscles that moved around under his skin as he animated his story telling with laughs, shouts & gestures. I wondered if this was what it was like to be hypnotized. Why did I not want to leave the room. I went to mix a couple of drinks & I couldn't get back with him soon enough. "Man. it's the Jake drug" I thought to myself. What's up with me!
I showed him the rest of the house, the grounds, the work on the pool & discussed what I'd been doing for 7 years. He listened intently -- like what I did really & truly mattered to him. Jake mentioned his schooling & how he'd seen me a couple of years ago on a sign in a clothing store. He said that nobody believed that it was his friend in the ads! He knew that he wanted to build his body soon after that. We ended up talking about routines, diets, skin care, hair stuff. In 5 hours we made it through 4 bottles of wine & several trips to the bathroom! I encouraged Jake to meet with my agent the next week because we might be able to get him a job. His smile lit the room.
We were both feeling pretty good from the wine. It was getting late (ok, 9PM), so we decided to call it a night because it had been a long day. I really hated leaving Jake alone in his room. Walking back to mine was like walking through an emotional vacuum. What was it about my friend that I found so totally captivating. After an hour of laying there unable to sleep, I decided I'd go talk to Jake & see if he wanted to shoot the breeze some more. I knocked on the door to his room. No answer. It was open a crack, so I pushed it open more & turned up the lights. Jake was sleeping. He had on a pair of BroSto-brand briefs from the BroSto clothing line. I just stood there, taking stock of him. I couldn't believe that skinny Jake had grown into this all because he admired me. It made me really proud of him & kinda humbled me about being looked up to like that.
I looked around the room & noticed that box with the extra bed stuff in it. I began to talk out loud, explaining how I wanted to make sure that the bed was assembled right. Jake just slept away as I talked, & as I laid out the various parts on the floor. I have to admit, I didn't see how these worked as part of the bed. There was another footboard that was very shallow (about 5 inched tall) with soft leather surrounding it. It had a hole drilled through height-wise on each end. It felt strange. The support inside the leather surround wasn't a straight solid beam, but a beam that several "U" shaped cuts in it that weren't visible by looking, but could be felt. Each "U" cut was about an inch deep & maybe 2 inches wide at the mouth -- and there must have been 6 or so along it's length. Just wondering, I felt along the footboard that was on the bed and it too had the same "U" shaped pockets along it -- not visible, but beneath the soft leather. It suddenly dawned on me that these footers were made to fit on top of each other so that the "U" part of the bottom was met by the top "U" in the second footboard -- upside down forming a sort of pocket.. Anything big enough could be softly clamped into the 'O' space formed where the "U" pockets came together. It seemed odd. On each end of the bed post was a large wooden egg shaped figure with lots of criss-crosses -- like a pineapple. I gave one a half turn & heard a click. I lifted it out showing that it had a metal rod about 24" long attached to it's base. The other did the same thing. The rods were long enough to fit down through the extra footer into the main one & then lock them in place in the bed's legs with a half turn. But why would anyone need to extend a footer & what might a person want to clamp between them?
There were several soft pads -- each about 18" long and covered with velcro.
Each also had a metal eye along an edge. There were several bungee cords
with eyes on each end that snapped close (unlike most open bungees).
Each bungee also had a metal fitting near the middle that could be used to
pull the extra slack up with. It suddenly dawned on me that I should
look behind the bed's main head board. Doing so revealed 4 heavy duty
metal islets inserted into the strong wooden frame of the bed at equal
distances. The headboard itself had 12 holes drilled through it near the
mattress level and each hold had a brass fitting lining it. The holes
were large enough for the bungees to pass through. As if the puzzle was
coming together, I realized what these "extra" parts were suddenly used for. 
I looked at Jake sleeping so soundly there, and a wicked grin suddenly
crossed my face
as my attention went to Jake's sensitive feet. If I could pull it off,
it would be a total riot -- something I could use to humble him by the mere
mentioning of it in the future. Thinking about it was actually making me
excited.
I closed his bedroom door & then dimmed his light. Taking a soft pad, I gently wrapped it around his right wrist & let the velcro secure it. I did the same to his left wrist. Anchoring two of the bungees each to an islet behind the bed, I snaked them each through a hole, one about 1/3 of the way across the bed's width, & the other in 1/3 from the other side. I clipped each to an islet on the wrist wraps but couldn't pull them taught yet.
Next was the difficult part. Jake's was on his back with his legs folded kinda Indian style. Fortunately, it looked like they were about the right distance from the footer. I lined up the 2nd footer on top of the bottom one with the fasteners through the holes but unhitched. lifting the secondary footer up a ways, I turned the left fastener a half turn, locking it ... then the right fastener, locking the footboard about 15 inches above the bottom one leaving a 15 inch gap. Feeling along the bottom footboard, I located the 2 "U"' places. Now, looking at Jakes sleeping form, I determined that I should move his right leg first. Listening very carefully, his breathing was normal. I reached up & gently put my hand under his right ankle. My heart was beating so hard I could barely hear his breathing over the sound in my ears. Slowly, I slid his right foot toward me straightening his leg out. I positioned his ankle over the lower footer so that his heel was just on my side of it. No change in his breathing. I did the same to his left foot. I turned down his room lighting to very dim. Taking a deep breath & holding the top of the upper footer with my left hand, I unlatched the right fastener. Holding with the right hand, I unfastened the left. It amazed me how smoothly the top footer slid down. When I reached the top of his ankles, I applied some pressure downward causing the leather to cup on each side of each ankle. Jake's breathing didn't change. I gave each fastener a half turn and they locked into place -- securing his helpless feet each in a padded leather 'stock'.
I turned down the lights even more & went back to the top of the bed, where I pulled each bungee taught raising Jake's arms to crucifixion angle over his head at a 30 degree angle or so. He mumbled some in his sleep but didn't wake up. It was too late anyhow. He was "captured". I quietly left the room & got my digital camcorder. It can tape with infrared. I set it on a tripod in Jake's room & made sure the frame contained his entire body from soles to smile & around. Switching it to infrared mode, I turned the lights completely down in his room. The white power light on the front of the camera was the only light in the room & within 5 minutes, my eyes were sensitive enough to see shapes.
Sitting on the floor near the foot of the bed, I looked intensely at Jake's helpless feet, calculating how I'd begin my war against his toes. Should I just pounce them, or go slowly. I decided that I'd have some fun & go slowly until he awoke. I'd have to feel out <pun> the situation beyond that point.
I thought I'd begin on his left foot. With the single index finger of
my right hand, I began to gently scratch Jake's heel. Almost at once his
toes spread & straightened. I had to stop for a second or I was gonna
bust out laughing. I looked back at the camera & flashed my
trademarked "Wicked Grin". "This one for you Jakey" I whispered loudly
for the camera. Turning back around facing my victim, & using the same
finger, I began to slowly climb along the length of his foot. Once again
his toes flared apart. Jakes reflex to pull his foot away was thwarted
by the leather covered stocks that held his feet. As I slowly kept my finger
moving upward, Jakes's foot spasmed forward some as his reflexes (unable
to pull away), pointed his toes. When my finger reached the
underside of his toes moments later, his entire foot turned clockwise some as
his leg stretched forward & rotated. I kept my finger tracking along the
inside groove of his stiffened toes and as he curled them inward, I
moved my finger to the outside edge of his big toe where I scratched it
gently. From his sleep, Jake made little whimpers interspersed with
chuckles as his tortured foot made slow, uncoordinated measures to evade the
tender tickling a single finger was inflicting on it. I stopped to give
him a rest for about 30 seconds, and then I focused my attention to the right
foot. His right foot's response was simply to slowly move to the left &
then the right like a pendulum which only made the path the ticking finger
took zigzag along the bottom. Occasionally, he'd try to pull his foot
back, but with no avail. He was now occasionally mumbling something from
his sleep as he chuckled almost constantly. I've gotta admit ... it was
a turn on. Here I had this stud of a friend all locked down & I was
slowly driving him into a nightmare of being tickled without escape or relief. His
right foot was really beginning to perspire which is a sign of extreme
distress, so I switched back to his left foot -- this time with several
fingers. Almost at once a deeper chuckle crept out of Jake as his toes
pointed hard & curled.
As he again tried to pull his leg away, I changed
the position of my right hand to the outside edge of his little toe, while I
brought in my left hand to the outside edge of his big toe. I then gently
scratched along the edge of each side of his foot. He stretched his leg
straight again & pulled his foot up but the leathery header stopped it as I
continued to tickle gently. His sleeping chuckling was now interspersed
with pleas to stop directed at some imagined dream assailant. This was perhaps
one of the most erotic things I had ever done. The fact it was with my
best bud was a total mystery to me, but there was something about the dudes
feet that made tormenting them fun. Maybe it was the fact I knew they
were really
sensitive. From his sleep, his knees slowly & unconsciously
alternately tried to bend & pull his feet away from this gentle torture . His left foot was really beginning to
perspire now so I decided to raise the stakes by lightly tickling both feet.
As soon as I started stroking their soft undersides, Jake's laughter got more
intense & both knees raised some as his sleeping reflexes tried to pull both
feet away. As I tickled on, a few moments later
. I could hear the bungees strain some. "Jakey's ticklish!" I
commented out loud as I added some pressure
with my nail beds along the lengths of both feet, as both sets of toes curled in
hard as his legs tried hard to pull his feet away! 
"Nooooohoooo!", Jake howled as he arched his back against the restraints. "Pleeeesss NOOOO!" <gasp>
Jake's feet & toes flailed wildly & I began to concentrate on one foot at a time
-- holding it from behind w, one hand to keep it somewhat still as I tickled the
bottom with the other hand -- looking for places that drove him just a little more crazy.
"Arhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhahaa Stohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhppp!"
"Stohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhppp!"<gasp> "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiii!"
And then I found it .. a place near the base of his big toe that when quickly & lightly scratched turned his howling into laughter so hard it was silent as Jake wildly strained against the cords that held him captive & wiggled his knees trying to free his feet from leathery grip of the bed of torture. The only sound heard was the straining against the bed and the hysterical laughter that had all vocalizations removed -- just the air as it was squeezed out past his paralyzed vocal cords - through his open-mouth-smile that pushed tears from his tightly closed eyes. Jakes diaphram was so wracked in laughter spasms that he couldn't force enough air in one direction to form even words ... just fragments like "stohhhhh", "nohhhh", "pleahhhhh", "ssssssssss", "ahhhhhhh". I switched to the same "insanity spot" on the other foot & Jakey's panicked thrashing shook the bed so hard I thought he might actually break a restraint. Jakes hysterically laugh-stunted, whispered pleas to stop the torture fell on deaf ears as I worked to refine my technique. With the dim illumination from the white power light on the camera, I could tell his body was glistening with sweat.
It dawned on me that his belly button looked so cute & vulnerable with his back arched & muscles pumped like that. I stopped tickling his feet & quietly crawled over beside the left of the bed. "Dude! You gotta let me go! I can't take this!" Jake pleaded out loud -- still laughing.
Silence - was my answer.
I
looked up over the edge of the mattress & saw Jakes silhouetted helpless tummy breathing
really fast & hard. My left hand moved silently through the air & as it
found
Jake's navel & begin to make burrowing motions, Jake let out a tortured,
laughing yell: "Noooohoooohoooh!" His back arched off the
mattress about 6 inches as the intensity again robbed him of the ability to make
words or utter any sounds other than laughter moving air without voice.
His muscular belly wiggled frantically under my fingers & I could see the muscles in his arms
& legs straining to curl him up (the taut
restraints making him more resemble an odd shaped "}{" - bracket). Continuing to burrow for "tickle creatures" at his
naval, I lifted myself up onto the mattress beside him and while looking that
the camera with my "wicked grin", brought my right hand up under his armpit &
began a gentle tickling assault on Jakey's ribcage.
He was insane with laughter. He thrashed around trying to escape the fingers of terror, but to no avail. The veins in his neck stood out and those on his arms & legs were dilated too as they fed his hungry straining muscles deficit-level oxygen. As my fingers crawled all over his heaving tummy & wiggling torso looking to scare out that hardest laughter, Jake's body began to lose some of the rigidity as lack of air robbed his muscles of the energy to fight. As another 30 seconds or so passed of his wildly whispered laughter, Jakes's exhausted body reached a state where his muscles couldn't fight any longer. Soon his thrashing attempts became much weaker & his laughter became more constant as he resolved himself to his insane fate. I slowed my tickle speed down some & Jake managed to draw in a deeper breath which he then used to laugh whisper a few pleas:
"Ssssstooohhhhhhhp", "pllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss", "noooooooooohhhh"!
"Youuuuuuu Phhhhuckerrrrrrrrrr"! That caught my attention...
"Oh, calling me names now, are we? Well, you know what they say about men in glass houses not throwing stones. And to think I was gonna stop just then!" With my left hand, I reached down to the inside of Jake's left thigh & where the tendon connects the muscle to the pelvis, I gave a few quick little squeezes. The sensation brought Jake's legs together as best he could considering his feet were locked about 18" apart. And he tried to twist away sideways unsuccessfully as his vocal-less laughter grew more frantic & his back arched -- slightly away from me. "What do we have here?" I spoke out loud. "Ticklish thighs? Thisssss requires a deeper investigation!"
"Nooooohooooohoooohoooohoooohoooo!" - was all Jake could yell as I put my knees into the small space between his, - and with my legs, pried his legs apart - pulling his body tighter against the restraints. With each hand, I found the big inner thigh tendon on each leg & began gently squeezing them in quick tickling motions. My shadow was blocking most of the 'twilight' from the camera's power LED, but his insane laughter interspersed with alternating muscle contractures & pleas to "sssstohhh, ssstttt, ssttoh" didn't take long to deteriorate into laughing whimpers considering the state of his exhaustion. His body was quickly becoming a limp twitching, depleted mass of muscle. His laughter had deteriorated & was now vocal-less pleas to "ssstooooohhh" with interlaced frantic cries. He was spent & I didn't want to hurt him, so I stopped tickling. He gasped: "Stooooppppp! Dude! Pleeeeesssse!"
"No more Bro. You've had your lesson in humility for the day ... maybe the entire week.' - I assured him. He relaxed some & took another big lungful of air.
"Oh man .. I'm gonna get you back dude!" - he whispered over heaving breaths. "Untie me.." he added.
"Untie you?" I questioned. "Why I'd be quite insane to loose you right now with vengeance fresh in your mind." I said through a smile.
"Awe man, I'm sore as it is. If you leave me like this, I'm not gonna be able to move tomorrow. Come on, bro!" - Jake pleaded.
"Sore, huh?" I questioned rhetorically. "I've got an idea that'll take care of you wanting to kick my butt & the soreness at the same time". I got off the bed & grabbed the tripod & camera as I left his room. Storing it in the media closet, I stepped into the bath of Jake's room (it had a hall door) & grabbed a bottle of ShieldClear and skin lotion (the stuff with lots of glycerin in it). Leaving the bath door open a crack for the light, I Walked into his room, & made my way to the foot of his bed. A half turn on the post latches released the footer. I lifted it a little. "Pull you feet clear, bro." I said. Jake complied. I sat on the foot of the bed Indian-style & picked up his left ankle resting his leg from the calf down on the platform created by my posture. Jake's leg stiffened some in apprehension.
"Hey, you're not gonna begin to tickle me again are you?" - he worried out loud -- his arms still restrained over his head by the bungees.
"No more torture dude. Just relax." - I assured him.
"Hey, like, I don't know how to say this, but it's kinda your fault anyhow...", Jake began, "but you tickled the piss out of me ... literally dude ... not like a gallon or anything, just a few drops but it's cold on the front of my underwear. You don't have a pair I could borrow?" he continued.
"Yeah." I smiled, "Since it is my fault. Lift your butt." Jake arched his back some lifting his arse as I slid the briefs off him and used a dry side to wipe away any moisture that might have still been on his crotch. Jake was well hung -- & I remember thinking how perfectly shaped his cock & balls were. "You'll be all dry in a few minutes because the humidity is so low here.", I assured him.
Just relax. I squeezed a glob of ShieldClear & rubbed it over his left foot, ankle & calf. I reached over & moved his right foot beside his left & applied ShieldClear to it too. Leaning back some, I put a blob on his upper legs & rubbed it in making sure to get good coverage.
"That feels good dude. What is that stuff?" Jake asked.
"A mono-molecular covering." I replied. "Upper body too?"
"Hell yeah", Jake replied. Wiggling out from under his legs, I spun around & put a big gob of ShieldClear on his abs & proceeded to work it all over his torso. Jake let out a contented "Mmmmmmmm" as I rubbed it into his cleavages & then applied another dose while leaning forward, & covered his arms, shoulders & neck. "Bro, that really feels good." Jake vocalized.
"It's like primer, dude." I explained. "Give it a few minutes & I'll show you what it does."
"Hey, this isn't gonna take my hair off or anything is it, - because I'm clipped the way I want already." - he worried.
"No dude .. no tricks." - I assured him again. "It just need a minute or two in order to lose it's water base to the air."
"My nose itches." Jake complained. I laid down beside him & with the finger of torture that had tormented him earlier, I began to gently scratch his perfect nose. "To the right..." Jake instructed. "Oh yeah, that's it. Mmmmm." I took a small gob of ShieldClear & put it on his forehead & gently spread it over his face with my right hand. Jake's smile was approval as I gently covered his closed eyes & rubbed some onto his ears. The guy's face was so perfectly 'male'. I felt compelled to trace the contours of it with my fingers pretending to be rubbing smooth the rest of the ShieldClear. Pushing his hair off his forehead, I leaned forward & planted a dry kiss there. Jake's eyes opened with a big smile showing through them. We locked eyes, & I WG'd him. He WG'd me back.
"Next phase." - I commented. I went back down to Jake's feet & resuming my Indian-style posture, I lifted his left leg & placed it from the knee-down, onto my lap. Taking a gob of lotion, I gently but firmly began to rub it into his left foot. The ShieldClear on his skin had formed an invisible barrier a molecule thick (that couldn't even be felt) that blocked the lotion from penetrating. The result was a near frictionless surface & the nerves in his skin stayed near the surface because his skin wasn't absorbing anything to plump it up. To my hands, I could feel every muscle, tendon, vein & the other structures --almost as if he had no skin.
Jake just moaned, "Dude...awe bro ... that's the best thing my foot has ever felt. If you stop now I'll die... Mmmmmmmm".
"Hey Jakey, -- I think he likes it..." - I chided using a "Life Cereal 'Mikey' timbre" in my voice. Jake just smiled & let out an occasional affirmative groan. I deep massaged his foot & toes for about 5 minutes. Finishing his left foot, I said: "There, all done." As I slowly feigned beginning to get up, Jake pulled his left foot up & then around my back, & brought his right foot in -- wrapping both around me & pulling me toward him. He then lifted his right foot in front of my face & moved it around some. I turned my head & locked my gaze with him. He WG'd me. I WG'd him back and took his floating right foot & put a gob of lotion on it & repeated what I'd done on his left. He just laid there groaning occasionally as bliss subdued him.
Over the next half hour I worked lotion over his huge legs & as I knelt with my knees together between his spread legs, I leaned forward & gave him a slow deep massage on his torso being sure to give every muscle & tendon slow attention. I made sure to slide may hands around toward his back to get his obloquies & sides. Jake just groaned in pleasure & his groaning made me feel good inside. I massaged both of his pecs at the same time doing mirror image moves on each. They were flat triangular slabs of strong muscle with flat nipples with just a spartan dusting of hair that grew just a little thicker right around the perimeter of each nipple. Using the index finger on each hand, I gently & slowly began to make concentric circles around the perimeter of each nipple gently wiggling the tiny nub at the center. Jake let out a soft moan so I kept it up for another couple of minutes -- very slowly making contact from the inside to the rim of each nipple & back. Gradually, the center of each nipple began to protrude some. I had never realized a guy had erectile tissue there & suddenly realizing that this might be turning Jake on, caused the semi I'd been containing in my briefs to get larger. I glanced down to see if it was visible & that's when I noticed that Jake's dick was pretty darn hard itself.
"Hey, that looks uncomfortable bro" - I commented.
Jake opened his eyes and looked a little fearful. His expression turned
to worry & his lower lip began to quiver a little.
"I'm sorry man. Please don't hate me. It's just ... ", Tears began to trickle down his cheeks. "It's just that you've been my phuck'n hero for so long & you kneeling there - treating me so good, & touching my nipples w. me tied up, -- it just got my imagination going. I'm not a fag man, really ... I know this looks bad ... but I swear I can't help it. It's just that I feel so good every time I'm around you, - like you have some kinda power over me that like, kicks my feet out from under me & makes me like jello inside. I just don't know what's happening to me, but if you ..."
"Dude..." I said cutting Jake off. "I love you too." Jake looked at me with questions in his eyes as I rested my left hand beside his erection. "I don't know how to explain it either, bro. All I know is that when I saw you today, - my heart almost leapt out of my chest. Every thing about you just throws my love generator into super overdrive. You know, I hang out with models & I know good look'n guys, & I'm not afraid to be around good look'n dudes. I''m not repulsed by the male bod or anything like I suppose some dudes may be. And, you know I date chicks because that's what everybody does....I mean if you don't get your rocks off every now & then, you go coo-coo. But no chick has ever grabbed me where you have ... right here.", I pointed at my heart. "You never met Veronica ... but I thought we might have had something .. but you know, I'd be around her for a weekend & be pulling my freakin hair out! They're like a constant dripping. Man, I get to thinking about how many guys I've heard say that they're 'swearing off women' -- especially after a bad cat-fight. It's like this paradox of where your dick pulls you to them, & then your mind decides it can't stand them; -- at least that's been my experience so far. Then I saw you running in my direction this morning & I felt all this nervous excitement - like I'm about to go on my first date ... you know that shaky feeling in the pit of your stomach coupled with excitement that won't let your dick deflate? I thought I was really beginning to lose it. My world was spinning for several seconds before you scooped me up & spun me around. So let me make this clear bro:" (Jake swallowed hard still listening) "I love you Jake'y. I guess I have for years, & now I'm just feeling how deep it actually goes. Yeah, -- it blows my mind that I could feel like this for another dude, -but I do & I'm not ashamed of the feelings because I'm not ashamed of you. There's not a square inch of your beautiful bod that offends me - not even your cock. You're phuck'n handsome Bro, from balls to bone; --& to think you worked so hard to get this way because of me, -- I can't even tell ya what that means to my ego. I love your voice, the way you move, your sense of humor & even down to the shape of your adorable toes. No one has ever done to me emotionally what you have in the few hours you've been here; It's like you tied my heart, head & dick all together & every time I'm around you I feel like they're all the same organ. You've drugged me with you, & despite the fact that you're tied up, -- it's me who's at your mercy, - not the other way around. Man, if you ever needed a heart, I'd phuck'n cut mine out & give it to you. If I could, I'd jump into a big blender with you so we could come out the other side as a single person because since this morning, I can't imagine ever being separated from you ... ever. I'm confused too, because if being a 'fag' means wanting to penetrate another guys arse -- then I know for sure I'm not one of those either; -- Because I'd never-ever consider disrespecting you in that way. I don't know what these feelings actually make me, - but I don't think it's a bad thing - to love another person like life itself. I just want you to know that I love & totally accept you for who you are Bro ... deep down; -- & I want to know you like I know myself. Please be up-front with me because love overrides all the little shit anyhow! I'll be there Bro! What's bigger than love ... who can stand against that?"
Jake just lay there with tears on his cheeks & slowly a weak smile crossed his face & he lifted both arms as much as he could still being tied down to show an open hug waiting to be returned. As I traced my index finger around the perimeter of his penis, - his smile turned into his wicked grin. As I wicked grinned him back, I wiggled out of my briefs & put a big gob of ShieldClear on my right hand & moved so that I was kneeling over him & half sitting on his thighs. Leaning over some so my cock was beside his, I took them both in my right hand & proceeded to stroke copious amounts of ShieldClear onto them. Jakey let out a gasp & within seconds was rock hard. Grabbing the lotion, I squeezed a dollup onto our mating cocks & gave a few slow strokes to rub it in. Jake's whole body shook a little from the electric feelings lighting up his loins as his dick stiff-throbbed several times in my grip. Using my slick hands, I rubbed to excess onto my chest & abs until I got a good spread.
Then, I moved up along his length & lowered myself on
top of him pecs2pecs, abs2abs, cock2cock & wrapped my arms around him below
his shoulders so I could rub my shadow with him. With a little
weight on my cock, I slid it along his some & whispered in his ear: "Betc'ha
you cum first." Jakey let out a deep groan as his cock throbbed
hard once as he heard my challenge. Being balls to balls on top of him
with the cum canals of our cocks in full contact, I felt every little ripple that
shot along his dick's length as he did mine. "That's it Jakey...Cumm for
your buddy Cam... Can you feel mine growing too?" I teased with my voice & then
by tightening the muscles at the base of my cock knowing that he'd be able to
feel it.
"Ughhhhhhhhh", Jake groaned as his slicked up man measure throbbed again. "It feels sooo gooooood", he whispered as he arched his back. "Agrhhhhhhhhhh" - as another pulse prepared his cum gun to shoot any minute.
"Hmmmmm... Jakey likes that" I teased, forcefully sliding my rod along his. Then I reversed direction feeling his engorged quivering dick under mine get harder by the second. "Yeah Jakey ... load that missle with penis power for me", I encouraged. Another strong pulse shot along the length of my shaft. Moments later, a hard pulse echoed back from Jake's.
"Uhhh-ahhhh" Jake gasped as his cock suddenly swelled & became very very hard under mine. His fingers straightened out in the wrist restraints; his back arched harder & his thick neck was tilted back giving my hungry mouth easy access to his big Adam's apple. I could feel my missle get really full too; - & knew this was the point of no return. I began to groan & heavy kiss all over his vascular neck as I slid my steel hard shaft back up along his.
All Jakey's muscles stiffened & I could hear his toes crack as he curled them in hard. Moments later his penis began to frantically vomit it's contents in a series of powerful, fluid-laden gushes each less than a second apart. The first shot felt especially hot as his cum left his blood-warmed shaft to greet mine. My mouth was wide open as my tongue crawled up the side of his jaw as his second shot stiffened his legs & pushed his shoulders back. As I felt my nut began to spew, I just hugged him tighter & with firm pressure slid my vomiting cock slowly over his - first up, then down, then back -- painting his cock with my hot seed while my shooting dick wiggled around atop his. The feeling of my dick slithering & shooting all over his really put Jakey over the top as he let out a frantic vocalization that was half gasp & half yell "Arrgghhhhhhh!" & his body twisted some to his left; & w. the next shot out of his frantically seizing penis, he twisted back to the right. The nutt was hot and plentiful as I melted into him - feeling his restrained body lose control & all concern for etiquette as he noisily emptied all his pent up tension out his cock - in a joint, hot, messy, male climax. It was like whatever made him male - from his clenched jaw, pounding heart, straining muscles & curled toes -- whatever that magical stuff that the sex appeal of a man is, -- was hotly pumping out of his dick between us -- willing to mate with whatever it touched -- & it was touching ME...mixing with mine...making us ONE.
Over the next minute, maybe more, -- I gently
jockeyed Jake's convulsing penis with my own coaxing out every last throb,
pulse & cum-shot between us. Moving my forehead to meet his, Jake opened his eyes.
"Stay with me, Bro ... forever. I don't want to ever lose what we just
shared." Jake smiled and looked like he was about to say something when I
stroked his cock with mine again causing another dick spasm that shook his body & rolled
his eyes back. He groaned some & just lifted his lips to mine & gently
kissed me. As he did, my cock experienced an aftershock causing me to
groan some & hug him tighter -- while kissing him back harder. For the
next few minutes, we just cuddled, - feeling the afterglow & listening to the
heartbeat & breathing of the other. It was the most intense climax
either of us had ever experienced. Finally, when the pool of man
glue
between us began to thin, - dripping down over his belly onto the bed, did we
decide it was time to get up. "We better clean this off us or we're gonna
wreck the bed." - I joked.
"Yeah, and I have to pee really bad now." Jake added.
"Oh man, - pee again! ... You've already been through one set of underwear tonight." - I chided. I reached up and pulled the velcro release straps on each of his wrists instantly freeing his hands. Getting up off him, I gave him a hand & we went into his bathroom to clean up. "Take a shower with me?" - I asked.
"Yeah, and hey ... we don't have to worry about bending over to pick up the soap if either of us drops it! How's that for a stereotype smasher!" Jake joked. I laughed & gave him a half hug. "I'm so glad I came out here to be with you.", he commented. "Just this bathroom alone was worth the trip." - he WG'd me. I WG'd him back. Turning the water on, we got into the shower & helped scrub each other down. It had to be the most enjoyable shower I'd ever taken. I'd never felt this bonded to another person before ... especially another guy. I felt like we must be the only two buds in our situation on the planet.
So, did we make a home together or get "hitched"? Well, that's a long story -- which I suppose is a hint to the outcome. So rather than write another page, I'll just answer the questions here that the readers write to this website with -- provided that they are within good taste. Just title your e-mail: About Cam & Jake.
Q:
Are you guys "Cut"?
A: I am not. Jake is.
We're both against it except in circumstances <pun> involving emergencies, or
the life of the "marriage" ;-) Good hygiene matters. Keep your bod
clean & if you have a large tub/shower, let your partner help ;-) I
can't tell you the number of times a good friendly bath turned into the need
for another one ;-)
Q: Do you
guys do oral?
A: While G0YS are totally repulsed
by so-called anal-"sex", there is something to be said about using the
warm moisture of your mouth & versatility of your tongue to turn your partner
on. The lips & tongue are loaded with sensory organs & the tongue is
capable of doing things that no other body part can. However, we're
monogamous <gasp>. We're also both STD-free. That was
information we shared during the next day. We really got 'naked'
spiritually explaining our past - indiscretions & all. I often say
that a true-love is somebody who knows everything about you & loves you
anyway. Anyhow ... I wanted to drive home the point that opening
your mouth for another person (whether their tongue or genitals) is an action
that can have serious if not deadly consequences if the person is not disease
free. Unbroken skin is a fantastic barrier against pathogens & I have
acquaintances who date regularly & splooge all over each other; -- & none of
these guys has ever got an STD from that (But I suppose that if the other guy
wasn't clean, you could catch,- like crabs or jock itch). Oh, one more
thing: Jake has a small reoccurring cold sore on his upper lip he's dealt with
since he was 9, -- that appeared after taking a swig off a drink that he'd
been offered by someone else who -- has occasional cold sores. Share a
drink: Catch herpes; -- That's how easily things can spread. Respect
yourself & get to know the other person before you swallow their, eh,
tongue. Oh, we discovered that 5-HTP can do wonders at PREVENTING these
herpes cold-sore type of outbreaks if you do struggle with them.
Remember you read it here!
Q: How long
have Jake & Cam been together?
A: Been together since our 1st
night.
Q: You guys
have never been sexual with other guys?
A: Not really...but what
IS 'sexual'? Keeping it simple, It's
genital2genital contact (cock2cock). After getting to know each other on
this level, we discovered that each of us had male friends that we were very
close to, wrestled with & had even gotten hard around. We just figured
it was "guy" reflexes. If you've never been anyone else (& who has),
it's difficult to know what "normal" is. I always figured that because I
didn't want to play inside another guys rectum that I couldn't be gay, -- so
the fact I was comfortable around lots of my male friends just meant I was a
friendly guy who got hard easily. Jake basically feels the same way.
G0Y is absolutely different from "gAy", but because it appears similar on the
surface ... lots of people don't know the differences. However, guys who
are "G0Y", want to know the difference! I've seen men react from
bursting into sobs realizing they weren't freaks -- to men who became enraged
to think that misinformation (& the fear due to it) had robbed them of a very
important part of their humanity.
Q: What did
Jake do to Cam to "get even"?
A: He provided the material for the
next episode (Still in editing ;-)
Q: I have a
friend who I've been sexual with not involving arse-play, but he's
afraid being sensual with another dude might mean he's "gAy". What do I
do?
A: If he has a computer, get him to
this website. Even if you have to create a fake e-mail account & mail
him an e-mail looking like it was intended for someone else, containing the
link, do it. Be his friend no matter what. Perfect love casts out
fear & information undoes the effects of misinformation.
Q: I live in
a place where religious people are hostile to homosexuality & see all guys who
luv guys as being 'queers'. I'm concerned because I or a sibling am into
guys. What should I do?
A: See the previous Answer
& get the Head of the household's hand onto this information. This
website has been designed to annihilate the bad theology of fundamentalism.
Remember this too: People who have chosen to hate simply find fundamentalism a
convenient excuse for it. Also, many G0YS are hostile toward what they
see as the threat of the "gAy" lifestyle (a/k/a Anal sex) & how being seen as
a guy into guys might make them 'guilty-by-association' with 'gAys'.
This website draws a clear line & provides the information to deal with
public perspective errors & personal feelings. Remember, if you're
a "g0y", it's completely honest to state that you're not "gAy". This is
a huge relief to religious guys who luv other dudes but think they must "lie"
by declaring their not "gAy". Guess what: They're N0T gAy & they're N0T
lying by stating the fact. It's not a "loophole". It's the truth
-- & it's about time we had a renewal of truth.