“What the hell is that racket?” I thought to myself, as the sound of a truck engine and people wafted through the open windows in the living room. As a freelance writer, my home is my workplace. Even working at a desk in my home office, toward the back of the house, I could hear the noise coming from the front of the house thanks to the open windows.

I plodded barefoot into the living room to investigate, observing a large U-Haul truck parked in front of the house next door. The house sold recently, and the previous owners moved out last week, headed to a nursing home.

“Geez, wonder what geriatric neighbor is moving in?” I thought to myself. I’d lived here two years and, while the house was a perfect size and fairly affordable given the ridiculously high Bay Area home prices, the neighborhood’s small houses close together on small lots seemed to attract an unusually high number of retired people. The homes were too small for most young families and the neighborhood wasn’t close enough to the City to attract hip, young singles. Except for me, who seems to be the only 28-year-old single dude living in the neighborhood.

Just then I saw a guy hop down from the cab of the truck. “Clearly not the owner!” I thought to myself, drinking in the sight of the twenty-something dude sporting a ripped, muscular body with narrow waist. Even better, he was wearing only jeans and boots, revealing his flawless torso adorned with a sexy matte of soft black hair that cascaded down his rippling abs.

He was joined by two more guys, even younger than the first and both shirtless, wearing just gym shorts and shoes. One looked to be 19 or 20 with sandy blonde hair, v-shaped torso but not quite as muscular as the first dude. He too was shirtless and appeared to sport a light dusting of hair on his chest and abs. The other had dark, longish, thick hair, close-cropped beard, looked to be early 20’s and also had a fit, muscular build with a hairy chest and abs.

“I like the new homeowner’s taste in hired help!” I thought to myself, drinking in the sight of the three hot dudes unloading boxes and furniture from the truck. I’d never seen a moving crew dressed like THAT before but made a mental note to get the number of the moving company from the homeowner, for my next move!

I scanned the yard, hoping they couldn’t see me spying on them from my living room windows, looking for someone who might be the owner. I spotted a guy on the side of the house tinkering with the electrical box and sprinkler system. He looked to be young—as in under 60--and in very good shape but fully dressed, wearing jeans and a tight polo shirt showing off his own muscular v-shaped torso, with his back to me. I really hoped he was the owner, so there’d be a second person in the neighborhood under 60! I darted back to my bedroom and threw on some clothes suitable for meeting a new neighbor.

I walked toward the guy I hoped to be my new neighbor, while glancing at the parade of hot young guys carting furniture between the truck and the house. “Hi, are you my new neighbor?” I asked as I approached him, realizing I must’ve sounded like Mr. Rogers! He turned around and smiled, reaching out his hand to shake mine.

“Hey, man! Yeah, I just bought this place. I’m Mitch,” he said as we shook hands. He looked to be mid-thirties and handsome, dark close-cropped hair and closely trimmed beard with a big, radiating smile.

“Nice to meet you, Mitch. I’m Jason,” I responded with a smile, scanning his body and confirming he was very fit, well-built, and tall—probably six-feet-two, I guessed.

“Have you lived here long, Jason?” Mitch asked. I couldn’t help but notice he appeared to be checking out my body as well. I’m fit with a trim build, decent muscle development, six-feet tall and generally considered to be good-looking.

“About two years now,” I answered. “And really glad to see someone move in that’s a little closer to my age!”

“Yeah, I met the Franklin’s during the house closing. They looked like they were in their 70’s or maybe even 80’s?”

“Definitely 80’s. They’re actually moving into a retirement home. Unfortunately, that seems to be the make-up of this whole neighborhood,” I complained.

“Hmmm, well, I guess we’re on the cutting edge then of upgrading this neighborhood!” he said with a laugh. “Oh, let me introduce you to Ryan, my partner.” He lead me around to the front of the house. “Ryan, I want you to meet our new neighbor, Jason!”

“Holy shit, he’s more than a moving guy!” I thought to myself, as the first shirtless dude whom I saw exiting the cab walked over to us, carrying a chair above his head.

“Hey, man,” he said. “I’m Ryan.” He smiled and continued holding the chair over his head.

“Hey, Ryan, I’m Jason,” I said, feeling a little awkward since I wasn’t able to shake his hand, not that I minded since he was supplying the most amazing view of his muscular torso, wonderfully vulnerable and on display. He was probably the hottest dude I’d ever met and not on a porn site, not only with the rocking bod, the hairy chest (a favorite of mine), the rippling six-pack abs but also a strikingly handsome face, with dark features, olive skin and piercing blue eyes. I don’t have much of a poker face, so he was probably all too aware I was checking him out and liked what I saw.

“Dude, put the chair down and shake his hand!” Mitch scolded, punctuating his comment with a ribbing.--an actual ribbing--giving a light crab claw squeeze to Ryan’s vulnerable rib cage. Ryan’s reaction made it clear that he is ticklish: he burst out laughing, twisting his body away to try to block access to Mitch’s fingers attacking his sensitive ribs, slamming the chair down to the ground. I got an instant hard on watching the playful interaction of these two hotties.

“Sorry, man,” he said sheepishly as he offered his hand for me to shake.

“No problem, buddy,” I answered. “Nice to meet you.” The three of us chatted for a few minutes, until Ryan picked up the chair and thrust it back into the air, bid farewell and headed into the house.

Mitch and I continued talking, although it was distracting with these three sexy young shirtless guys parading back and forth in front of me, carrying furniture and boxes from the truck to the house.

“Are those guys friends of your all’s?” I asked, nodding toward the two unknown shirtless guys unloading furniture.

“Nah, just hired hands,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Or more accurately hired HUNKS,” he added, flashing a mischievous smile. I laughed.

“I love your hiring criteria,” I responded with a wink. He smiled, glad to find we had something else in common. “Well, man, I better let you get back to work. It’s very nice to meet you guys. Welcome to the neighborhood!”

“Thanks, Jason, same here!” Mitch responded. “Once we get settled, we’ll have to have you over for dinner.”

“I’d like that,” I responded, returning to my house. I decided to move my laptop from my back office to the living room, where I could enjoy the view for the rest of the day as the truck was slowly unloaded.

At one point, it occurred to me I should chronicle the hot moving studs for later enjoyment (and fantasy fodder) so I grabbed my camera, attached the telephoto lens and moved to the window to try to get some good shots of the half-naked moving crew as they worked. Soon I was snapping shot after shot, making sure I captured at least one decent, up-close image of each dude’s hairy torso. I lost of track of time enjoying my impromptu photo shoot, until I moved the camera to the left and Mitch appeared, much larger than the other guys standing in the yard and looking in my direction.

“Oh shit!” I blurted out, immediately dropping the camera. I wasn’t sure if he saw me snapping the photos, but I did notice he had a coy smile on his face. I awkwardly waved and he waved back. “Shit, he totally busted me!” I thought to myself, laughing nervously, my heart racing. But since he smiled and waved, I was hoping he wasn't offended.

I continued to check out the view for the rest of the afternoon while I worked, but made sure to be far more discreet so they wouldn’t spot me. I was a little sad when they closed up the truck and the three shirtless guys jumped in the cab, driving away to return the truck.

The next morning, I was working in my office again when I heard the unmistakable noise of a chainsaw outside. “What now?” I thought to myself, moving to the living room to investigate. Sure enough there was a landscaping crew at Mitch and Ryan’s house, mowing and trimming the bushes and trees. It was a distraction for sure but I was glad they were getting the yard cleaned up; the Franklin’s had let it become overgrown and rather unsightly. I closed the windows, turned up the music and tried to ignore it while I worked.

At one point, the noise grew much louder, as though they were right outside my window. I peeked out the blinds and saw that they were cutting down a large shade tree that had all but blocked my view of their house from the side. I was surprised they chose to cut down the tree that offered so much privacy. After all, our neighborhood was built on hills so my house is actually half-a-house higher than theirs. Once the tree had been cut down, I realized I could see over the fence to their property and directly into their side windows.

Later I heard the sound of the gas-powered saw in their backyard so I went to my bedroom to investigate. With the trees cut down, the large windows in my bedroom gave me an unobstructed view of their backyard. The yard was small and completely decked over, with a hot tub in the back corner sitting on the ground below so the water level is flush with the decking. “Geez, I had no idea they had a hot tub back there!” I thought to myself. The large shade trees had concealed the hot tub and their deck from my view before now. “Sure hope these guys take advantage of the hot tub!” I thought, my dick stirring at the thought of being able to watch those two studs frolic in swimsuits.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long. The landscapers were done by early afternoon. Outside, the temperatures were in the high 80’s and not a cloud in the sky. The boys next door decided to take a break from their unpacking for a little sunbathing. I’d forgotten to close the window in my bedroom, so heard their voices wafting through the window while I worked in the office.

The large window in my bedroom provided a glorious view of the deck next door, half a floor below me and no longer obscured by a tree. My neighbors were there on the deck wearing only small, low cut, skin-tight swim trunks. Mitch laid face down on one of two heavy, wood chaise lounges face down. Ryan grabbed a bottle of sunscreen and mounted Mitch’s body, straddling his waist with his knees, his butt resting on Mitch’s.

Ryan squeezed lotion into his hands and began applying the lotion to Mitch’s sinewy back, starting at his waist and moving up his torso.  Mitch’s face was turned toward me with eyes closed and a peaceful smile as Ryan massaged the lotion into his back until the white substance disappeared into his skin. It was an incredibly hot scene, especially as Ryan stretched out his toned and muscular torso to reach the lotion up to Mitch’s shoulders, Ryan’s rippling ribcage and massive armpit hollows exposed and vulnerable.

I couldn’t help but remember Mitch’s attack the day before on Ryan’s ribcage and smiled. I’ve always had a major fetish for bondage and tickling scenes. Nothing turns me on more. So any chance to see a hot dude tickle another dude produces an instant boner for me. So did watching Ryan apply sunscreen to his partner’s back, my vivid imagination fantasizing about coming up behind Ryan and using my fingers to tickle his vulnerable ribs and massive, exposed pits.

Perhaps Ryan remembered Mitch’s tickle attack as well, because he flashed a mischievous smile as his hands slid back down Mitch’s body and allowed his fingers to wrap around Mitch’s ribcage, gently squeezing. Mitch didn’t react at first, but Ryan continued the gentle massaging of his ribcage and a smile formed on Mitch’s face that soon turned into a grimace as he tried to hold back the laughter welling up inside.

Eventually he couldn’t hold it in and burst out with loud laughter, sitting up and propping himself up on his elbows, twisting his head toward Ryan. “Cut it out, Ryan!” he snapped, seeming annoyed. Ryan immediately stopped tickling, dismounting Mitch’s body and moving to the top of the lounge to apply lotion to the rest of Mitch’s shoulders and arms. I was kind of bummed it didn’t turn into more of a tickle fight, but still found myself stroking my dick, now protruding through the button fly of my boxers, my preferred outfit for working.

Ryan eventually moved to the foot of Mitch’s chaise lounge, squeezed out more lotion and worked it into the back of Mitch’s legs.  When he reached his ankles, Ryan flashed another mischievous smile and gave a quick tickle to both of Mitch’s bare feet, hanging off the end of the chair. Mitch jumped and lifted both feet off the chaise lounge as he barked out a growling “Dude!” as a warning to knock it off. Ryan didn’t push it, instructing Mitch to turn over.

“Ryan, Dude!” I said softly to myself. “Don’t be a fucking tickle wimp!”

Mitch rolled over on his back, tucking his hands behind his head. Ryan dutifully squeezed more lotion out and worked it into the skin of Mitch’s legs. As he neared Mitch’s crotch, I wondered if Ryan would try anything mischievous. Sure enough, he flashed that playful smile again and when his hands reached Mitch’s crotch, it appeared he tickled his balls lightly through the skintight stretch nylon of his swim trunks.  Unfortunately, it didn’t appear that Mitch’s balls were all that ticklish and it was just turning him on. He squirmed a little and giggled but didn’t stop Ryan from stroking his balls or dick, which began to rise and press against his swim trunks.

“Jesus! If Ryan had done that to my balls, I would’ve gone ballistic,” I thought to myself. My balls are probably THE single most ticklish spot on my body, a fact that more than one tickle top I’ve met up with figured out and took full advantage of when they had me tied up and at their mercy. Consequently, it’s also one of my favorite spots to explore on guys I get tied up in case they are as ticklish as I am, because I know what an unbearable torment it can be. Unfortunately, I’ve never met a dude with balls as ticklish as mine, so I’ve never gotten to put a guy through the hell I’ve experienced at the hands of some rather merciless tickle tops!

Ryan mounted Mitch’s body again, squeezed out a dollop of sunscreen and began applying it to Mitch’s flat abs. Mitch also has a hot body, so I was enjoying my view. It was especially sexy watching Ryan, himself a stud, rubbing the lotion through the matte of hair coating Mitch’s flat abs and powerful chest. It suddenly hit me that I should grab my camera with the telephoto lens and capture some more close up shots of this.

Eventually Ryan dismounted Mitch, moved to his head and lotioned up the underneath sides of Mitch’s arms. I could see Ryan’s mischievous smile forming so I held down the button on my camera and began snapping photos rapid fire.  Sure enough Ryan plunged his fingertips into Mitch’s exposed armpits, clearly catching Mitch off guard.  He burst out with laughter and coiled his body to try to block Ryan’s tickle attack.

To his credit, Ryan continued tickling for a few seconds until Mitch could squirm out of range and stop his attack. Mitch glared at Ryan, but this time with a mischievous smile of his own. I couldn’t really tell what he said next but it appeared to be something to the effect of, “you’re going to pay for that!” Or at least I hoped that’s what he said.

Ryan laid down on the other chaise lounge face down while Mitch stood and grabbed the sunscreen. He straddled Ryan’s waist with his knees and began applying the lotion to Ryan’s muscular back making one sweep from his narrow waist up to his broad shoulders and back down before squeezing more lotion into his hands. Placing his hands at the small of Ryan’s back, he slid them outward, reaching his fingers around Ryan’s firm waist and began gently squeezing with his fingertips as he slowly slid his hands upward coating Ryan’s sides with lotion.

It was clear Mitch’s touches were tickling Ryan, his torso squirming and soft, deep laughter escaping from his mouth. Mitch smiled devilishly as he continued his slow, annoying trek, his expert fingers squeezing and dancing up Ryan’s sensitive sides. The closer he got to Ryan’s vulnerable rib cage the louder Ryan’s laugh grew. But Ryan didn’t move to block Mitch; in fact, he moved his hands from under his head to handles on the corners of the lounge chair, gripping them tightly with his hands as if he was making an effort to give Mitch unrestricted and complete access to his v-shaped and clearly ticklish torso while he held on tight to endure the tickle attack coming.

I was snapping photos with my camera in one hand, while I stroked my fully erect dick. I decide to switch to video mode and capture the scene instead of just still shots. Mitch looked to be having fun as he slowly moved his hands up Ryan’s side heading toward his cavernous, exposed pits, his fingers massaging and stroking his tender skin while Ryan’s powerful torso squirmed. Ryan’s laughter got louder and higher pitched as Mitch’s tickling fingers reached his pits, dancing rhythmically through the hair lining his pits, Mitch’s body now fully extended to reach Ryan’s armpits.

I was impressed by Ryan's determination to hold on tight to the handles, his body rocking and squirming madly, enduring a clearly unbearable tickling attack from his partner. Why wasn’t he pulling his arms down and blocking Mitch’s attack? After all, he was definitely bigger and stronger than his partner, and could easily stop it.

“Mitch, c’mon, please!” Ryan finally cried out, arching his back and his head cocked back as he roared with uncontrollable laughter. “Dude! I can’t take much more!” he protested, yet held on tight to the handles and allowing Mitch to torment him. It was clear from the look on his face that Mitch was thoroughly enjoying being in control and inflicting such unbearable agony.

Ryan finally reached a breaking point, releasing the handles and quickly scrambling to block Mitch’s hands from tickling him. It turned into a bit of a wrestling match, with Ryan eventually squirming and rotating his powerful body around to face Mitch and grab his wrists to stop him from tickling him anymore.

Mitch finally backed off and stood up, dismounting Ryan who was working hard to catch his breath.  I was so glad I’d gotten the whole thing on video! I stopped the video and set the camera down to get a good grip on my oozing dick and stroke it.  “Shit, this is like being in one of those porn videos!” I thought to myself, my heart pounding at my good fortune. “The two studs next door in a tickle wrestling match. Be still my heart!”

Mitch instructed the now calmed down Ryan to lay back down with his face down so he could apply the lotion to his legs. He mounted his torso, this time facing Ryan’s ass. As I readied the camera for the next scene, it looked like Mitch glanced up at me and gave me a big smile. I suddenly felt a panic feeling, wondering if I’d gotten busted. I slunk backward away from the window in case he did see me. Because he had sunglasses on, though, it was hard to tell if he was looking at me or just looking around.

Cautiously I moved back to my position in the window and prepared to capture more video. Mitch poured more sunscreen into his hands, rubbed them together and began massaging it into the backs of Ryan's legs. I started the video capture again to see what might happen.

At one point, Mitch's hands changed position from flat palms to fingertips massaging the lotion into Ryan's skin, and it soon became clear that the touches were tickling the back of Ryan's knees as he started squirming and giggling. Mitch kept it up for about 30 seconds but it apparently didn't tickle enough to prompt Ryan to pull his legs out from under Mitch. 

In a final stretch of Mitch's muscular body to reach Ryan's ankles, not surprisingly he took the opportunity to give Ryan's bare feet a couple of strokes with his nails. Ryan's reaction was predictable, producing laughter and squirming of his feet as he tried to pull his ankles out of Mitch's reach.  Mitch didn't push it for long, dismounting Ryan's body and instructing him to turn over on his back.

Ryan complied, his ridiculously hot, lean, muscular body perfectly adorned with silky black hair across his chest and cascading down his washboard abs now fully on displayed.  He dutifully placed his hands behind his head, leaving his torso wide open and in reach of Mitch.

Mitch mounted Ryan's body, placing his knees on either side of his crotch area, settling gently into position pressing his swim trunks against Ryan's manhood. The pressure must have felt good as I could see Ryan's dick start to swell up and press against the skin tight fabric of his swim trunks. I started rubbing my own hardening dick anticipating what was coming next.

Mitch squeezed out a generous portion of sunscreen dripping it down across Ryan's chest and abs. He then leaned forward and began using both palms to massage the white cream into Ryan's skin, starting with his hairy chest. The chest hair matted into sexy patterns as the lotion was spread across his muscular chest. With his own muscular body stretched out as Mitch massaged in the lotion, it turned into a sexy two-fer of two hot bods exposed and vulnerable.

At one point, Mitch used his fingertips to tweak and tickle Ryan's nipples, which caused Ryan to squirm and giggle and his dick to harden even more.  As Mitch retracted his body while moving his hands down to Ryans belly, he began interspersing palming with stroking of Ryan's abs with his fingertips.  Ryan's giggling and squirming made it clear his fingertips were hitting ticklish spots on Ryan's washboard abs, but his reactions only seemed to encourage Mitch to keep it up.

Mitch eventually squeezed more lotion onto his palms, rubbed them together and placed his hands at Ryan's waist. Slowly he began kneading and massaging the lotion into Ryan's sides, moving from his belly button up his side. Ryan reacted more violently, his squeezing apparently tickling him badly.  By the time Mitch reached Ryan's ribs, Ryan was laughing loudly and squirming but managed to keep his hands tucked behind his head in an act of sheer determination to not who weakness.

As Mitch's dancing, stroking and poking fingers reached Ryan's exposed armpits, Ryan cried out with a mixture of laughter and protesting.  He struggled mightily to keep his hands behind his head, no doubt desperately wanting to pull them down to block Mitch's tickling hands. Mitch displayed an evil smile, thoroughly enjoying tormenting poor Ryan.

I found the stand off extremely hot, realizing that nobody actually needs sunscreen applied to their armpits, which meant this was Mitch challenging Ryan to a tickle torment contest. Mitch's tickling proved more than Ryan could endure, and after about 30 seconds he pulled his arms down and began desperately blocking Mitch's hands from tickling him any more.

Mitch stood up and repositioned himself on Ryan's body, this time facing his feet. His ass was at Ryan's waist, placing his hands at his crotch.  Mitch began lightly tickling Ryan's balls through the tight, stretched material of his swim suit, causing Ryan to squirm and laugh but otherwise enduring Mitch's surprise attack.  I was pleased to see Ryan had ticklish balls, since not every guy's balls are ticklish so always a pleasant surprise when they are. The tickling also appeared to be turning him on as I could see his dick pressing hard into his swim suit as well.

Mitch squeezed a glob of sunscreen into his palm and began working it into Ryan's muscular legs. As he massaged it across and up and down his thighs he must've also occasionally squeezed Ryan's inner thighs, his immediate reaction of laughter and jumping causing Mitch to bounce up and down each time he sneaked a tickle attack in.

He slid his body down Ryan's legs as he continued lathering up his legs, thoroughly covering Ryan's shins and the tops of his feet.  Mitch glanced back at Ryan with a devilish smile. Ryan knew exactly what Mitch was thinking as he began shaking his head no and propped himself up on his elbows to see where Mitch's hands were. Mitch simply turned toward his feet and launched an aggressive tickle attack on Ryan's helpless bare feet, pinned to the chaise lounge by the weight of Mitch's body pressing against Ryan's ankles.

Ryan's reaction was immediate and intense.  He burst out with mad laughter and pleaded with Mitch to stop. But Mitch didn't let up, dancing his fingers up and down Ryan's tender soles. Ryan grew more frustrated and desperate, yanking futilely on his legs, even slapping his hands on the lounge chair in frustration while roaring with desperate laughter.  Eventually, he became so desperate to free his tormented feet that he started yanking wildly on his legs, finally causing Mitch to lose his balance and topple to the side, giving Ryan a chance to yank his legs back from Mitch's control and stop the tickling.

They both laughed, although Ryan seemed a little annoyed at the attack. Mitch laid down on his chair and Ryan laid back down.  I clicked off the camera and carried it to my laptop, plugging in the memory card to transfer the video. 

As the video transferred, I thought about the scene I'd just witnessed.  It was clear that Mitch is in charge in their relationship, and Ryan might be some sort of submissive. He is hopelessly ticklish but willingly endured a tickle attack from Mitch for longer than he wanted to, with minimal protest. Seems he's used to such attacks from Mitch?

And what a coincidence it is that the guys who move in next door seem to have a thing for tickling, like me. After all, it's a rather obscure fetish I've found, with few guys who really get off on tickle torture. Could these guys be into that scene?  Or am I overthinking things and it was just some casual play between lovers?

Regardless, I was happy to have captured it on video. As I rewatched the scene on my laptop, I whipped out my dick and started massaging it. When I got to the most intense tickling part, I zoomed in and noticed that Ryan wasn't the only one showing some wood in his swim trunks.

I found myself fantasizing about getting Ryan, one of the hottest studs I've ever met, tied down tight in a spread-eagle position and tickle torturing him myself for a long time while he thrashed, laughed and begged me to stop. It didn't take long for me to work myself into a frenzy, eventually shooting my load as I watched the hot video and fantasized about my new neighbors.

"I really must invite them for dinner and get to know them better," I thought to myself as I cleaned myself up and got back to work.