Handcuffs and massage trains... life can be unpredictable at times!

So I was sitting on my porch at one in the morning last night, like any normal person would be doing at one in the morning...(trying to get a better Internet connection because I was IM someone and it kept kicking me off!) I was talking with this guy, and somehow the fact that he had a pair of handcuffs came up, but better still he kept referencing them throughout the conversation. I was having flash backs of middle school when I would be asked to enter "private chat rooms" and also being thoroughly entertained at this guy's fascination with handcuffs when my neighbor came home. My neighbor is a nice enough guy and although sometimes coming off a little creepy always makes a point to say hello. When he was walking towards his door he said having fun online? I said (jokingly) yeah can't get much better then sitting on your porch at one in the morning surfing the internet, then he said something like "I bet I could think of something better" and walked in his house. I shrugged it off and IM'd the person I was talking to saying I thought my neighbor had just propositioned me. My neighbor then came back outside a couple minutes later and sat on his porch and started up a conversation with me. My neighbor asked about the person I was chatting with, and when he asked what I was laughing about, I told him about the guy's handcuff fascination. With that, the conversation with my neighbor took off, and I stopped paying attention to the conversation i was having online. My neighbor and talked for quite a while until his roommate came out, and then we were all talking (me up on my porch, and them looking up at me from down below.) After referencing my camp chair as a throne, my neighbors roommate asked to let him try it out. I ended up coming down the stairs and sitting on the bottom stairs talking to these guys. The had been entertaining themselves with Smirnoff throughout the time I was talking to them, so naturally the sex references and flirtatious comments were ever increasing as the conversation went on. The roommate had said that he hurt his neck lifting, and kept alluding to me massaging it for him. After a few pretty pleases, I gave in and had him sit below me on the stairs so I could massage his neck. Feeling bad to just massage one, I switched to the other guy, while the guy I had just massaged sat above me and started giving me a massage. There was a moment that I looked up to the stars and thought how interesting it was that I was sitting on the stairs below my apartment at three thirty in the morning in the middle of a massage train!!! I got lost in the moment of being in the middle of a "man-which" for a second or two with the guy behind me massaging my neck and shoulders, and the one below me massaging my legs..and I totally got a taste of the attraction to threesomes ;0 I finally mustered the will power to get up to go to sleep amidst the continued propositions to continue the massage to his lower back and extremities in his place(it was four thirty in the morning after all!) I can't remember how the plan came about, but when I finally said that I was going to bed, they said that they were going to come get me in fifteen minutes so we could continue the massage more comfortably. Like promised they came and knocked on my door, but I just sat quite and didn't answer. It was over all an interesting encounter, and I am curious what a day of sobriety will do to their recollections???