A blonde girl with a colorful skirt put a set of incenses on the shelf; she stared at Cohen’s eyes with a comely smile. She introduced herself as Marg. 

-What’re you doing over here? –asked Randall. 

-Visiting a friend… –answered Cohen after taking a long puff to his joint.

-Friends? –said Randall-. I’d say you’re lost. Don't you get his address?

-Strange, ‘cause the GPS sent me right here… –Cohen smirked.

-GPS? –asked Randall.

-I met’im on internet.

-Internet? –asked Lorena.

Cohen supposed that these people never heard about internet and he had no idea how to make them see it, neither was a TV on sight. Had he went through a time machine like in science fiction movies? A newspaper on the coffee table gave him a clue:

-It’s like reading an ad about someone asking for friendship, a service or anything, including an address. If you think you fulfill the request, just call and make an appointment. Got it?

-Yeah, got it –said everyone at unison.  

Cohen started to feel deliciously relaxed and his eyes got heavy, nice soothingly heavy as ready to fly.

-Don't you think the breakdown truck’s taking too long?

To his surprise, the four residents vanished from his field of vision as if he had been alone the whole time.

-Oh shit! Hey…! Where are you, people…? 

He tried to stand up, but his legs didn’t move. The dirty-yellow beam from the incandescent lamps became dense. The residents were again there. 

-Where did you go?! –he startled.

-Come with us… -they helped him to stand up and guided him by the corridor. Sure he would go anywhere with such friendly buddies, but why the hell he was so weak and incapable to walk?

The crew headed toward the basement. Cohen was placed on a heavy seat formed by a horizontal plank hinged to a slightly reclined piece with flanks that prevented to jump aside. This peculiar chair was screwed to the floor and sited just below a wooden beam with ropes and leather sleeves hanging from it.

The captors rested the lad’s upper body against the reclined plank while stretched his legs on the flat one. The fur blanket was removed, leaving his torso naked; his pants and shoes were left on. They belted his chest to the plank and did the same at the level of his knees and ankles. Finally, they raised his arms above his head at 30 degrees each other, put his forearms individually into each leather sleeve. A complex system of buckles held in place the arms upward within those sleeves. By the time the fastening process was done, the youth had regained his strength. Now he could move as much as he wanted, but was helplessly unable to escape.  

Cohen was shocked: he had frequented dives before and had done reckless things. But this was different! What had these freaks in store for him? His half-stoned brain raced at top speed! In any case he hoped they weren’t going to hurt him.

The next Cohen knew was four hands hovering on either side of him, two in the front and the others from behind the chair leading their fingers toward his naked flesh. The boy shook his head with his eyes as big as saucers. Ten fingers dived in the sweaty hollows of his armpits while the others landed on his sides and started quick and insidious movements all over. Every single muscle got tense in an effort to coil himself, but the leather sleeves held his arms firmly upward, forcing him in the most vulnerable situation he’d ever imagined at the mercy of those vicious fingers. He screamed for help before falling into ticklish hell as gusts of laughter began seriously to erupt out of him.

A little time after having started, the residents noticed the boy nipples had changed into hard knobs standing out his smooth chest, though they decided to save this for later.

-Why are you doing this to me? –The boy cried taking some relieve from a brief stop-. You’re driving me crazy! Please, let me go!

Cohen was gasping and struggling in the chair; it had been ten minutes, but for him it’s a whole day. The residents caressed his belly, giving special attention to the bellybutton. The flesh of his stomach trembled like jelly, above all when they feathered the navel. His laughter wasn’t that loud now, but rather groans mixed with quick swallows of air: somehow he was walking in the very verge of… pleasure?

The residents resumed fingering his rank armpits; Cohen was again out of himself, howling without control. They scribbled their fingers up and down his flanks, so skilfully, poking, wiggling them on his tender flesh nonstop. Cohen went berserk, spewing out youthful shrieks of laughter, flexing his limbs the most he could. The tormenters should have felt pity, but instead they were viscerally excited. The boy was so immersed in a tickling world that he didn’t realize the straining shape at the level of his groin! The residents did notice the conspicuous bulge and smiled wickedly. They kept fingering the youth’s armpits, ribs and bellybutton for who know what time…    

Cohen was out of breath, there were several reddish finger marks along his torso, drenched with sweat and glistening under the lamp. The residents took turns to lick the rivers trickling down his sides. The tongues were less aggressive than the fingers, but still tickled. Forced giggles mixed with moans as he pleaded them to stop and asked why were doing this.  

They pulled his pants down, his manhood popped out like a flagpole. Cohen’s cock was 8”, but thin which made it look longer, circumcised and a big mushroom as head with a wide slit wet from precum. He stared at his tormentors fearing the next abuse. One of the residents glided a feather along the erect shaft up and down, Cohen shuddered and hissed in spite of himself as a trail of precum slowly dribbled out of the slit down the rod. But not only Cohen’s manhood was erected, his nipples seemed hot buttons. The areolas were small, but extremely sensitive. Marg and Lorena traced playful circles around them with their lips and tongue, he trembled helplessly like a leaf. They even caressed them with the barbs of a feather; the nerves here were like hot wires on the brink of bursting at the mere touch. The girls took their time in this task; he started to hyperventilate while his cock throbbed and drooled more precum, closer and closer…

The sweat, though, helped the stroking job on his skin, so as the residents’ fingers glided more easily over the armpits, sides, ribs and stomach, his laughter became shriller than ever. Cohen looked like an electrocuted victim as his cock bobbed and his belly button jiggled.

In a matter of minutes the volume of the youth’s moans raised an octave and screamed: "I'm gonna cum!" Immediately after he exploded in orgasmic spasms. He shot 6 jets of his creamy goo before being able to recover himself. He had never ejaculated before without his cock was stroked by himself or someone else. He whined, nearly fainted in the chair.

-We’re never wrong with our guests! They always hit the best of our fun!

Amid teary eyes, he could see those people licking greedily his spunk from his chest and cock. The way Cohen’s balls moved made the residents grin. He had been told about how comic his testicles jump when someone teased his genitals. Everyone found it very funny. He’d tried predator-prey role plays, chains, handcuffs, sex with strangers, sexual objectification, edging and even psychopathic games among others kinks, but never tickling.

Still shuddering, he stared back at those fiendish eyes looking at him.

-Please… guys… let me go… I promise I won’t say a word about this…

The residents devoured in silence his vulnerable flesh. 

-What do you want from me now?!

-We’re gonna tickle you the whole night…

Cohen shook his head as those fingers headed again to his stinky armpits.

Cohen wakes up with a startle, but stays still. He feels dazed, exhausted and aching. The next he feels is the wet grass on his back. He manages to sit up:

-What’s this place? –He got surprised when realizes he’s bare-chested.

Someone approaches to him.

-Are you ok? –is the voice of a man. He blinks to enhance his sight.

-Ah… oh, yeah, yeah. I… I'm ok, I'm ok… Thanks. I'm so sorry… I was…

-Everything’s ok, Kal? –asked a female voice.

Cohen sees a car in the near road with a woman and three children. His convertible is parked a few meters behind the family’s car. The man gives his hand to help the lad stands up.

-You were in mad house? –asked the man.

-Mad house…? What’s that?

-Did you come from there?

The man points toward a huge wooden house around 100 meters from them. Cohen feels he’s going to pass out.

-I don’t know what you’re talking about –he replied-. I…I don't know why I'm here… Sorry, I can’t remember anything…

-This kid’s high. What did you take?

-Just a… Shit, forget it, ok? I…I shouldn’t be here. My friends’re waiting for me in… Think I got lost and… What day is today?

-Today is Tuesday.

A blue convertible moved through the countryside road. It’s already night and having gone deep into a never explored area, Cohen drove following the GPS on his phone. A sassy smile and his laid-back pose yelled that he was travelling in pursuit of fun. He’s 19 after all. 

-Everything’s an adventure! –He cheered with excitement-. I finally have a whole week to myself in a fuckin year since I started that job making plasterboard walls. I must still have that plaster smell in my ass.

The sky had got overcast before nightfall and the clouds acquired a stormy gleam. A persistent drizzle escorted him one hour or so; he had no choice but unfold the collapsible roof.

-At what damn moment they talked about bad weather? It had to rain today, in my fuckin day out? 

He hadn't seen anybody in four miles since he left behind the last town, so he was starting to get nervous in spite of his usual recklessness. A lighting in the horizon let Cohen see the outline of a house about 300 meters further on. The GPS on his phone got into a mess for no apparent reason and at the same moment strange noises came from the convertible.

-No! Shit! Shit, shit! This can’t happen now! There’s a hand behind all this!

The car stopped. 

-Is this real? Am I stranded in the fuckin end of the world?

The young man wanted to check the engine, but the annoying sprinkle broke into a downpour. He stayed inside his car for about a half hour. He tried to call the breakdown service but his phone was out of signal. The GPS cursor was froze a hundred meters at his left; his eyes searched outside, but the only seen was that house.

-It’s a mistake! This can’t be the right address! Or… it is?

Once the rain abated, he ran toward the house. 

-This place could be a blast for a party. Reminds me a house I was on Halloween a couple of years ago. I had a really big bash there…

Still skeptic, Cohen passed his eyes from the map to the building.

-Lou didn’t say a word about an empty house…

Decided to risk everything, Cohen called out, hit the door and nearby windows. The only response was dead silence except the rumor of the rain in the middle of nowhere. He tried the doorknob, turned it cautiously, the door opened without difficult and the youth walked in.

-Looks like nobody’s been here for a while.

He lit the inside of the house with his phone: a sofa, two armchairs, a shelf and a coffee table. There was a dusty carpet on the floor. 

-Hello! Is anybody in home? Please, need your help!

Cohen found a switch on the wall; as soon as he activated it a dusky gleam from incandescent lamps lit the space. The youth let his eyes travel around the living room with surprise: he’d never seen such antiques before. A clock said ten past nine.

-Do these things still exist? –He said at the view of a dial phone-. And it works? Wow… I’ve seen this in photos only!

The old phone was making a funny noise and after several attempts the dial tone got lost. The place was in such state of preservation that told him this house wasn’t uninhabited as it looked. He felt that he had been here recently. Strange, because he couldn’t remember any detail about a previous visit… Now his curiosity has been aroused.      

The intruder walked through the corridor. He pushed a door which swung with a rusty squeak. There was a bed, a chair, a wardrobe and a dressing table. The next door opened to a bathroom with a tub; he wanted to lie one hour in that tub, his last shower was two days ago and had been sweating and running from one party to the other, but first he should say hi to the owners, shouldn’t he? Another door led to a room with a naked mattress on a bed frame and cabinets. This mattress was riveted with a set of rings buried in its structure and long strings attached to them forming a sort of web. Cohen had seen something like this before and fantasized with getting himself trapped in this contraption…

A smell of seafood drew him to the kitchen. Anyone could tell there had been a banquet here not long ago. A stove, soot, leftovers, a cupboard, dirty crockery and garbage on the sink; it resembled his own kitchen. The dinner table was empty except for a basket with bananas, all ripe and juicy. Cohen devoured the fruit with his eyes before taking one. Bananas were his favorites and these ones were oh so big and yellow… Without thinking twice he peeled one and ate it. He had dinner two hours ago, but was feeling hungry in front of these beauties. He closed his eyes letting himself be carried by the flavor and texture melting in his tongue…

After the third banana, Cohen went back to the living room and plunked down on the sofa as if he’d arrived at his own place.

-At least I can bunk here…

The boy pulled out his damp t-shirt. You can tell he wasn’t the gym-goer type, but his skin was deliciously smooth and flawless. He lied flat on his back: the sofa was seamlessly made for his 6’3 body! He rested both hands behind his head and stretched his legs, propping his ankles on top of the opposite arm of the sofa. He closed his eyes and smiled with the typical abandon of lazy youths. With the t-shirt off and his sweaty underarms totally exposed it was impossible not to notice the deep and hairless hollows of his armpits and the pink blossom of his nipples, much less the sharp fragrance drifting all over the living room. 

He stared at his own shoes, sprinkled with mud. They were black suede in contrast with the soles in red. They were very comfy, but right now they had to be out. Half dressed and wet clothes wasn’t his idea of comfort, anyway. Without thinking twice, the intruder toed his shoes off. 

Cohen’s socks were white with the toes and heel in red the right one and black the left one. The right sock was well-worn and through the bare spots of its underside you could see the sole of his foot and got a foul smell. However the left sock was quite new and less dirty.

-Hey… that’s not mine! –he said aloud pointing at the sock with the toes and heel in red-. It must have been yesterday in Kyle’s party. Shit! Those ones were Garrick’s. When did I take it? I was so high…! I felt a bit itch in my toes this afternoon! No, shit! I think that fuckin pig gave me his athlete’s foot!

The boy quickly peeled off the right sock and checked his foot. The spaces between his toes were humid and tender, as usual after hours wearing shoes and socks and having splashed with rainwater. Then he dragged out his own sock. His feet were kissed by the fresh air; he spread and wiggled his toes to help them dry. Being a home barefooter, Cohen’s feet breathed a lot and barely stank, however after a hectic weekend, his feet were sticky and cheesy. Their intense aroma immediately joined the armpits reek and brought us to a high school locker room. Cohen’s feet were lanky just like his body; the heels were smooth with a hint of hard skin, the arches were creamy and wrinkled when he flexes the feet, with some calluses on the sides and on the balls of the feet. His toes were long, a bit curved and somewhat rough with un-groomed toenails. He loosened his pants and stripped them off. He would have wanted to throw away his briefs too, but first enjoyed the sensation of his cock stabbing against the fabric. In fact, his member got stiffer as soon as the raunchy smell from his crotch hit his nose… The boy couldn’t help, but the smell of cock and balls got him hard as a rock in no time, including his own.  

Cohen considered himself a great prospect for fun: extrovert, super fun to be with, very open-minded and kinky with a submissive streak. So he says in his profile of Fetlife; though his most outstanding feature was his recklessness, likewise his unrelenting penchant for going through new experiences. Therefore he wasn’t aware about the risk of exposing his most sensitive areas and put himself in position to be easily touched in certain way. Many times he dreamt with all those people that love to see guys getting themselves vulnerable as he was right now. Cohen was oblivious of how is to be in hysterics, helpless, unable to stop a gang of wiggly fingers, to the point of losing his mind. Much less he knew how the body may respond under a tickle attack, especially a relentless one, made by connoisseurs. Cohen never imagined that he might become the target of hungry ticklers; hence staying naked and helpless in an unfamiliar place wasn’t the better choice even though a risk was enough to get him horny as hell!    

The barefaced trespasser let himself be caressed by the fresh breeze as he gently drifted into sleep. He’s dreaming with the hand of a stranger softly groping his nipples and another one caressing his stomach toward his erect cock. He smirked naughtily as his cock-head stuck out of the briefs, wet from precum as the manhood reek invaded his nostrils. His mouth opened when a tongue started cavorting in his bellybutton. Cohen raved with lust whenever someone licked his bellybutton! It’s one of his hot points! That tongue got its time bathing in saliva the inside and around his bellybutton; the warm tip was breathtaking as glided like that over and over the tender flesh. Then he felt another tongue in his reeking armpit. He wasn’t into tickling, but the most Cohen loved was someone licking them.

At some point in his dream, there were several fingers and tongues walking by his body. The youth opened his eyes and saw four naked persons. He screamed, but his own voiced sounded deaf and his body was still. It was so strange. He felt as if he were flailing desperately, but his eyes showed that he was caught within… a cage??!, on all fours, his torso was held in a harness while his arms were tied to a complex system of bars attached with leather belts to the cage. His legs were fastened as well to the cage by more belts at the level of his thighs, his ankles were strapped the same intricate way. He could feel the cold bars of the cage against his buttocks, the air grazing his stretched hole. The boy blinked trying to grasp what was happening. He wasn’t any longer in the living room, but in another place. The four persons moved around him! He tried to yell, but noticed he was gagged with a mouthguard gag. He knew it because it had been worn in some games which he was involved. The silhouettes belonged to people he’d seen also not long ago… Yeah, he knew them, but from where? In which moment all this happened? What are they gonna do to him?   

The four persons moved to the rear of the cage. Cohen felt tongues licking his craphole. It’d have been wonderful if he knew who they were and what the hell they wanted from him! Jeez, such devious tongues were now making their way through his dirty hole, as if were cleaning the remains of shit. Cohen loved to get his ass treated like that, but the situation was really awkward! Awwww…! Ohhhhhh!! He’d taken a dump on a friend’s place in the afternoon. He shot long ropes into the toilet and then smirked at the pile of crap with relief; he had to flush twice to purge such huge mess. He may not look it, but this boy is a big eater. Whoever those people were, they were fucking experts! Shiiiittt…!!! He couldn’t turn his head around because of the harness that held his torso and prevented also his neck to move nor even an inch, so he was terrifyingly blind to know what happened behind. Well, provided that they keep doing nice things…

Then he heard a whirring sound from a sort of device. “Oh shit, oh shit…!”, he startled. Some hands stroked soothingly his buttocks as a couple of fingers rubbed oh so lovingly his hole. The whirring hum increased as the fingers helped to stretch his hole even more. Now a wet thing was smeared around it and immediately after a penis-shaped object was gently inserted in his rectum and then pulled out, it was lubed too and had the texture of a real cock. Cohen wasn’t unfamiliar at all to dildos and ass play, but this was new: tonight his ass became the target of a fucking machine! He’d seen them before and had seen them work on others holes, but never his own so far… Yeah, yeah, yeah, Cohen was of those ones that think that nothing in the world is better than having a good ass-fuck, but this was beyond madness! A fucking machine wasn’t human, anyway he began to moan through his gag; there was nothing to do to stop it: waves and waves of pleasure rippled from his guts to the rest of his body. His moans became more intense minute by minute. He had lost track of time when a loud grunt gave way to jets of his creamy boy goo dripping from his cock slit making a small pool on the bottom of the cage…

The fucking machine was turned off and moved away. Cohen sighed with relief. He yelled and pleaded in vain because the gag turned every sound into muffled incoherence. A mature man brought a box from a cabinet in the corner of the basement. Cohen’s eyes got wide as he saw the object taken from that box, it’s like nothing he had ever seen before, consisting in two looped wires connected to a small device. One loop was placed around his balls, not too tight, just to make enough pressure, followed by the second one in the head, around the frenulum. The wires were red and black ending in the funny device. That’s… electric??!!, he thought. Oh shit! He’d tried cock rings, but these stuffs weren’t cock rings, were they? Seconds later, he felt subtle pulsing all down his shaft, from the sensitive area right under the head of his cock to his tied balls. Oh… that felt like… electric current! “Fuck, they’re gonna electrocute me”, he thought with dread. Nonetheless, as time went by, all Cohen felt was an amazing way to experience some new burst of sensations in his manhood.

There was more in store for him because the women pinned one clip in his tender nipples. The boy screamed frantically within his gag. The clips were also wired and their ends were plugged to the funny device as well. In a matter of seconds, a low current passed along the wires toward the youth’s nipples following a flesh path to his genitals. An indescribable shiver ran down his spine. It was like alien emotions being inoculated in his body! He got sick; the limits between nightmare and a dream became blurred. Cohen howled into his gag like a cornered animal, shaking his head, fists and toes clenched, tugging as much as he could at the cage. Sooner or later, Cohen’s dick started oozing new strings of cum over the cage floor, joining the previous shot.

It was the most intense climax Cohen had ever experienced in his life! He was in the verge of unconsciousness, panting and trembling; the loops and the clips were removed and then eight hands devoted to massage his head, chest, back, arms, legs, dick and balls.

Eventually, these people decided to try another thing: a long black dildo with a silver plate. It resembled the 9” dick of a black hunk Cohen met. They again lubed lavishly his pussy helping with massages. He tried to clench, but the fucking machine had shattered all his attempts to protect himself. The enormous dildo was received with loud moans as it penetrated his ass with a slippery squelch, sliding through the rectum, brushing its silver plates right against the prostate. He could feel the cool of the metal touching his gland where he thoroughly knew it was the male G-spot. Being a happy addicted to rub his prostate, he was already aware about what’s going to happen for the rest of the night… 

Cohen had enjoyed true cocks of all measures as well as several dildos and several kinds of them. He’d also tried ball stretching, sex in public, cages and other forms of confinement, multiple orgasms, apple polishing, but never electricity. Why these people were pushing his limits?

The residents chuckled as watched the helpless lad convulsing and twitching at the mercy of the electro-stimulation while Cohen squealed and grunted through his nose. He couldn’t say if he was feeling horny, the fact was that he got rather shocked and still scared, though his body reacted that way and he was embarrassingly incapable to control it! At some point, his 19 years old cock was excruciatingly hard and more jets of cum were shot from his slit! A whitish viscous pool rested in the base of the cage.

His flesh kept jolting with powerful and involuntary shakes from the hips as the current travelled through his rectum and prostate. Even when his balls were drained away, he could feel the bursts of orgasmic spasms over and over to the point of losing his mind… 

Cohen wakes up with a startle, but stays motionless. He’s so tired and sore, especially his ass. The sunshine is too hard to his eyes. Had he been in an all-night wild party and he forgot it? “No, shit, this can’t be happening again! Lying in the grass?”

He manages to sit up. Looking around his eyes met the roof of a big wooden house about 100 meters from where he is.

-What the fuck…!

Then he realizes he’s buck naked, his clothes are scattered around. That house sounds familiar to him; was there where he spent the night? Why he can’t remember…?

A man approaches to him. He hurriedly covers his manhood with the pants. 

-Are you ok?

-Ah… oh, yeah, yeah. I… I'm ok, I'm ok… Thanks. I'm so sorry… I was…

-Everything’s ok, Kal? –asked a female voice.

Cohen noticed a car in the road with a woman and her three children. His convertible is parked behind the family’s car.

-You were in mad house? –asked the man.

-Mad house…? What the hell’s that?

-Did you come from there? –The man points toward that house Cohen had seen seconds before. Memories of the fucking machine, the electric dildo and he cumming as if no were tomorrow come crowding into his mind, but they felt as if belonged to a stranger, not him.

-I don’t know what you’re talking about –he replied-. I…I don't know why I'm here… Sorry, I can’t remember anything…

-This kid’s high. What did you take?

-I didn’t take anything! I…I shouldn’t be here. My friends’re waiting for me in… I think I got lost and… What day is today? 

-Today is Tuesday.

A blue convertible moved through the countryside road. Being already night and driving in a zone totally unfamiliar to him, Cohen wanted to arrive as soon as possible at his new friends place guiding by the GPS in his phone where he set their address. A naughty smile and his cool attitude screamed that he’s travelling in pursuit of fun.

-This Lou seems nice. I liked him from the beginning. It’s the first time we’re going to meet face to face. Will it be worth so much road traveled? I hope so. 

Quite annoyed because of the bad weather, he had no choice but unfold the collapsible roof and start the windshield wipers. The visibility was so limited that Cohen started to worry. He admitted that he was very daring at the time of going after his “pleasures”, but this was really daunting.

-Hell, anyone live in this end of the world? –he said with a perplexed look. His eyes went from the GPS cursor in his phone to the outside view over and over again-. The map is ok. Or I hope so… Damn it! Did I take the address wrong?

Just when he thought that things couldn’t get worse, the address appeared in the map and was less than 300 meter from his route. Fortunately, the rain had eased off.

-Jesus Christ! –He yelled with relief-. Shitty signal! I almost miss the place!

The GPS cursor marked at his left; his eyes searched all around, but the only seen was an old house.

-It’s a mistake! This can’t be the right address! Or… it is?

Cohen reached the house, still hesitantly.

-This place would be a blast for a party. Reminds me a house I was on Halloween a couple of years ago. We had a really big bash there…

He knocked at the door. No response.

-Looks like nobody’s been here for a while… -He again checked the address.

-May I help you? –It was a guy in his fifties, fashionably dressed.

-I'm Cohen, I… eh… I'm looking for Lou. He gave me this address.

-Are you his friend?

-Oh, yeah. He’s here? He invited me…

-Sure, come in, please, feel in your own home.

The tone in which this was told made Cohen recall something, as a déjà vu. That feeling increased as soon as the householder switched on the lamps and the visitor saw the living room; the furniture was out-of-date, but in good state of preservation. A clock said ten past nine.

-We’ve arranged a party tonight –said the man with complicity-. He’s waiting for someone to start. That someone is you?

-Maybe –said Cohen-. Is he alone or…?

-Oh no, there are two other friends. Hey, you’ve got a perfect timing to arrive, Cohen. We’re having dinner. Wanna join us?

-Why not? My last food was two hours ago and was light.

The three people in the kitchen stopped talking to see the newcomer.

-I think I'm wrong –said Cohen rather disappointedly-. Are you Lou?

-Yes, I'm Lou –answered a man in his late twenties. Two attractive women about his age were at his both sides.

-I'm sorry, guys –said Cohen-, this is not the “Lou” I'm looking for.

-What a coincidence! –exclaimed the mature guy-. You’re looking for a Lou, Lou is waiting for someone to start a party, you came for a party.

-I can’t explain this –Cohen checked his phone-. This is the address given by my friend Lou; the GPS took me right here. But this is another guy. 

-The boy we’re waiting is late –said one of the girls-. I think he could dine with us and then who knows… after all he’s already here, wrong or not.

-You say you’re going for fun? –asked the other gal.

-Yep –replied Cohen.

-Then stay with us, man –Lou stood up from his chair and threw an arm on Cohen’s shoulder-. There’s food and place for all!

Cohen noticed this Lou was a real stud. These people weren’t those he was looking for, right, but since he was welcomed like this…

-Allergic to seafood? –asked Lou.

-Nope –said Cohen. His eyes went from one dish to another with delight before taking a place at the table.  

-We also have truffle –said the mature guy-. I'm Randall, by the way.

-Ok, Randall, I love truffle –Cohen grinned-. What’s that?

-Oysters and others shellfish spiced with pepper –answered the brunette girl-. And my name’s Lorena.

-Great, Lorena –said Cohen-. Meat with vegetables I see. What a banquet!

-Well-fed before fun! –cheered the other woman, a blonde one-. I'm Marg. As desert you may take chocolate or this tropical drink made from sugar-cane scented with saffron.

-Or this cocktail made of champagne, cognac, vanilla, cinnamon, ginger, honey and yolks –suggested Lorena.

They five attacked the food as if their next minutes in earth depended on it. Cohen’s hunger grew as he tasted one dish after the other. The first one removing her blouse was Marg: her voluptuous tits appeared in all their glory. Lorena followed her. Randall placed on the table a basket filled with bananas, papayas, watermelons, nuts, figs and peaches, all ripe and juicy. The fruits were slowly munched as other clothes dropped on the floor. Cohen only got rid of his t-shirt, but something told him not to take his pants off yet, even though he was quite uncomfortable because of his stabbing boner. The only left in the basket were bananas.

CONTINUES IN SECTION 3