Ticklishboy30
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This story was inspired by @tckldave's post on DA.
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After pouring the freshly brewed coffee into his white mug decorated with a photo of Dolly Parton showing off her iconic smile and bust on one side and her name on the other side of the handle, the light-brown-haired, blue-eyed, six-foot-one, two-hundred-twenty-pound male took a sip and smiled.
The bear-like twenty-six-year-old ran his fingers through his beard and looked at the clock, which read five thirty am. He set the mug on the breakfast bar beside the plate of three raspberry-filled jelly doughnuts, pulled the stool out from under the bar's top surface ledge, and his plump, juicy, leopard print thong-clad ass sat on the padded black seat cover. The curved arch of his size thirteen, bare foot rested on the first rung of the stool, his toes topped with wispy, short, curly, brown hairs, slightly twitched. The ball and toes of his left foot gently tapped on the light-colored woodgrained laminate flooring.
A wide pair of size twelve, pale, bare soles, and ten meaty toes with a dusting of medium brown hair on their tops noiselessly descended the stairs. The slowly moving feet supported the two hairy, thick, tree trunk-like legs, which carried the weight of the gray-eyed, six-foot, one-hundred-seventy-five-pound, twenty-four-year-old male, clad only in a tight pair of green boxer briefs that accentuated his plump bubble butt, across the open-concept living room floor, and into the kitchen, where the beckoning smell of the liquid ambition waited for its next consumption.
"Thanks for makin' the coffee, Jack."
"Yer welcome, Donnie."
The younger man yawned and stretched, exposing his pit hollows with their thick tufts of brown hair. He poured coffee into the blue mug with "I love being a country boy" written on it, and before sitting down, the slightly shorter of the pair hugged his brother and kissed his cheek. He jumped and giggled when his left side was tickled while he pulled out the second stool.
"No fair ticklin' before coffee."
Jack chuckled and playfully ruffled his bro's hair.
"Cain't help it, Bro. Not my fault, yer so fun to tickle."
Donald grinned and wiggled his index and middle fingers between two ribs in the center of his brother's ribcage.
Instantly, the husky man squirmed and barked with boyish laughter while trying to push the tickler's hand away.
"I ain't the only one who's fun to tickle, big bro."
The younger brother giggled when he was glared at and heard the rumbling growl.
"Ya lookin' forward to this spa thing our men asked us to join them at?"
Donald smirked.
"Ya mean the spa day yer stallion managed to get ya to agree to by hogtyin' yer ass an' ticklin' yer big ole' nekit ass with a feather, an' nibblin on, lickin, and ticklin' those bare feet 'a' yers?"
Jack narrowed his eyes, and his cheeks turned bright pink.
"Seems like I recall a certain lil' bro 'a' mine, hogtied on the floor beside me while his cowboy whooped an' hollered as he was makin' my ticklish bro squeal like a stuck pig, an' laughin' his ass off cause his toes were bein' licked an' tickled until he also agreed to this spa visit."
The brothers chuckled and continued their breakfast. After finishing, the pair worked together cleaning up the mess.
"Cain't be but so bad. Our sexy boys get pampered twice a month, an' if they can handle it, ticklish as they are, then I reckon we can survive it."
"Reckon' yer right, Jack. Jes hope they don't scrub those soft soles 'a' yers," Donald teased while giggling.
Once his giggly brother's back was to him, Jack's eyes sparkled as he grinned while stretching and twirling the dish towel in his hands. He dipped one of the corners in the warm, soapy water and made his move.
Donnie's eyes bulged, his body jumped into the air, his back arched, and he squealed like a little girl when his ass was stung by the dampened corner of the towel his brother dropped on the countertop because he was doubled over and laughing like a loon.
"Oh, yer goin' down."
Jack wasn't able to move fast enough to avoid his brother's body slamming into his. The overgrown boys laughed and yelped as they crashed to the floor. Both had played football, wrestled, and were on the swim team in high school. Because they mostly ate healthy and exercised regularly, they stayed in great physical shape and maintained their muscle-toned physique. For the most part, the guys were evenly matched when they roughhoused.
"Oww! Stop pullin' my hair, ya little bitch," Jake hollered.
The brothers rolled around on the floor, trying to get the best of one another.
'Get yer finger outta my nose, ya freak," Donnie shot back.
The younger brunette's laughter bounced off the walls of the home as his brother's fingers dug into and kneaded the soft flesh of his inner thighs. "Shit! Stop ticklin' there, buttwipe."
Jack thrashed about, howling with uncontrollable laughter when his pits were tickled. "Fuck! That tickles like crazy," he declared.
The playful match continued as the sweaty pair laughed and hurled threats. At one point, Donnie trapped his brother's right ankle, and Jack had possession of his brother's left ankle.
"Let go!"
"Yer nuts! You let go!"
"Don't make me go after yer foot."
"Did ya already forget that your bare foot is at my mercy, little bro?"
This led to the sweaty men grunting and fighting to keep hold of their opponent's ankle while trying to pull their captured appendage free. It seemed the brothers were at a stalemate, both posed with curled fingers, hovering above his captive's vulnerably helpless and wriggling sole. Without warning, the men struck, and in a matter of seconds, the home filled with tickle-induced, wild shrieks of laughter.
"Fuck!" Jack and Donald hollered in unison.
Jack's foot tried desperately to escape the devilish fingernails rapidly raking along its very, very ticklish arch. His laughter rose when the tickling moved to the excruciatingly sensitive ball.
Donnie's screeching cackles flowed like rushing river rapids. His brother's nails wreaked havoc with the ball of his foot, arch, and heel, while his teeth gently nibbled on every toe.
"Fuck! I give," the tickle tortured pair hollered.
Immediately, the ankles were freed. The brothers fell back on the floor, drenched in sweat, physically exhausted, and panting like dogs in the summer heat.
"You're an awesome brother," Donnie said once he remembered how to speak.'
Jack smiled as he playfully punched the pale shoulder beside his. "Ditto," he responded.
"Men Need Pampering Too" was owned and operated by Jared Morris.
The thirty-five-year-old, five-foot-nine, one-hundred-forty-pound half-African-American and half-Irish gay male turned the heads of many a man and woman. His skin was smooth, with a beautiful caramel tone that was accentuated by the shoulder-length strands of silky, flowing brunette hair, and bright, life-filled gray eyes that sparkled. The business owner was whistling while going through the daily chores that needed doing before opening, dressed in a jade polo shirt that clung to his upper body, and beautifully displayed his six-pack-abs, a pair of slim-fit black jeans that hugged his thirty-inch-waist, and his size ten feet were bare and comfortably nesting inside a pair of tan suede boatshoes.
At eight o'clock am, a dark red 2021 Hyundai Santa Fe Limited Sport pulled into the parking lot of the spa. A six-foot-tall, twenty-five-year-old, two-hundred-pound Hispanic-American male, dressed in a tan sleeveless shirt that showed off his firm pecs and four-pack abs, a pair of forest green shorts that accentuated the young man's two muscle-toned legs and clung to his thirty-four-inch waist, and his size eleven meaty feet were clad in light tan sandals, exited the vehicle. He ran his strong, lengthy fingers through his thick, jet-black hair and enabled the car alarm.
A minute later, a tan 2024 Chevrolet Silverado pick-up pulled into the space beside the Santa Fe. A smiling twenty-three-year-old, five-foot-ten, one-hundred-and-sixty-pound redhead with shimmering silvery blue eyes climbed out of the cab. His slender frame didn't sport any defined abs, but he was stronger than he appeared. The redhead's body was clad in a gray tank top, a pair of tan khaki shorts, and a pair of tan leather flip-flops on his slender, size eleven, pale bare feet.
"Jeffy!"
"Eddie"
The young men giggled as they shared a brotherly hug. They mischievously tickled each other's sides, making one another squirm and laugh like hyenas before kissing each other's cheeks. Jeffery Flood, the redhead, dated Donald, while Edward Montero dated Jack."
"My, my, I know I've died and gone to gay men's heaven with you two hotties comin' into my little ole' place," Jared exclaimed as he pranced over to the new arrivals and hugged them.
"Thanks for letting us have some fun today with our guys," Jeff said.
"Oh, hun, I'll do anything to get those two sexy bears into my humble establishment. You two are so fuckin' lucky. I'm putting the two of you and your beaus in the back room, for privacy. Now, just remember, much like Miss Mona in "The Best Little *****house In Texas," a character perfectly portrayed by Queen Dolly, I've got a special no-no rule."
Jared giggled and pinched the younger men's cheeks when they looked at him with expressions that resembled lost puppies.
"No gettin' buck wild and havin' sex in that room. Keep it PG, kids. After all, this isn't a place of ill repute. Unless I'm the one with the bad behavior, which would hopefully result in me getting a nice spanking administered by a swarthy leather daddy."
The trio shared a laugh before Jared got his friends cups of cappuccino as the morning sunlight streamed into the spa's floor-to-ceiling windows, making the walls, painted with a glittery silvery-white wall paint, shimmer and sparkle, which brightened up the entire lobby.
Since it was a warm, mid-June day, with no rain in the forecast, the brothers decided to uncover the Golden Eagle they co-owned and take it for a spin.
The overgrown boys engaged in a very mature thumb war, during which the opponents managed to sneak in a couple of unauthorized tickle attacks. At the end of the hair-raising, breath-holding three rounds, Jack was declared the winner and got to drive to the spa. However, Donald was nicely asked if he'd drive home from the spa, after he trapped his brother in a headlock, gave him a very energetic noogie, that made the slightly older man squeal like a little boy, and delivered a final blow by tickling his captive's side and ribs, which caused the boisterous howls of laughter that echoed through the trees.
Jared was perched on a stool at the refreshment bar, enjoying a cup of non-caffeinated latte while receiving a very nice and friendly shoulder massage from an exquisitely handsome, European client, when the Blankenship men walked into the lobby. After a soft, airy giggle, he excused himself with a chaste peck on his companion's cheek and the promise of a swift return.
"Well, if it isn't two of the sexiest, hairy bears I'm blessed to count as close friends."
"Jared, you're incorrigible, and gorgeous as ever," Donnie said, chuckling.
Jack's tank top was pink, Donnie's was light purple, and both wore blue jean shorts with dark tan flip-flops on their feet. The young men shared a hug and kiss with their host. When the businessman launched a playful tickle attack in their slightly damp, hairy pits, the brothers each jumped, squeaked, and boyishly giggled as their cheeks turned a noticeable shade of pink.
"You know I can never resist making you burly men squirm and giggle."
Jack playfully glared at their friend, and before he knew it, the older brunette was trapped in his headlock.
Jared giggled and half-heartedly struggled to break free.
"Release me this instant, you brute. I'm not accustomed to being manhandled... at least not before I'm given a few drinks first."
The guys chuckled, then Jared began laughing like crazy, and his body wriggled about, when the youngest of the three slipped his hands under his shirt and tickled his taut belly.
"Don't tickle me, Donnie."
Suddenly, the trapped man's laughter turned to high-pitched shrieks and squeals.
"EEK!!! Get out of my belly button."
The slapping sound caused by the soles of Jared's shoes hitting the shiny tiled floor echoed through the lobby, as did his girlish squeals. He was panting and his hair slightly askew when the brothers stopped tickling and released him a minute or two later.
"I'm going to make sure you two regret that."
Because of the smiling face that delivered the words and the giggles surrounding the statement, the threat wasn't believable.
"We wuv you, Jared," the siblings said in unison while giggling.
Their host chuckled, shook his head, and smacked their asses, making them jump and yelp.
"Follow me, you two naughty boys."
The upper half of the backroom was painted a pastel shimmery pink, and the lower half a pastel shimmery purple. There were two white massage tables, side by side with straps attached to the underside of the four corners. Across from them sat two white reclining leather chairs, also side by side, for pedicures.
"Strip down to your sexy little undergarments, get comfy in the recliners, and your highly qualified attendants will be right in to get those soles and twenty piggies squeaky clean and make them soft as a baby's butt."
Jared giggled when the guys blushed and looked at one another as he left the room.
It wasn't long before Jeffery and Eddie entered the room with everything needed for their guys' pampering.
"Hey, we thought you'd be getting pampered with us," Donnie childishly whined.
"Aww, how cute," Jeffery teased
The redhead pinched his lover's cheek and giggled when he was growled at.
"We believe it would be such fun to switch partners for the pedicures. So, Donnie, I'll be working on your cute tootsies, while Jeffy works on your brother's wiggly piggies," Eddie explained.
Jack said, "We're soooo getting the two of you back for the teasing baby talk."
Jeffery grinned as he grabbed hold of the older brunette's ankle and tickled the soft pinkish sole.
Jack's toes flexed, his foot wriggled, and he tried every position to evade the tickles while his laughter bounced around the room. "Crap! Your nails are killer," he screeched between the guffaws.
The chuckling men restrained the four ankles with padded cuffs attached to the bottom of the extended foot rests, which were short enough that both sets of feet floppily hung over the edges.
Instead of soaking their feet in the hot, soapy water, the young men washed their chosen one's feet with wet, slightly scratchy cloths.
The giggles sprang from the brothers as they squirmed in the recliners. The back of their heads repeatedly bounced off the cushioned backrest, and their fists and palms slapped and hit the armrests.
"These feet are so beautiful and tickly," Eddie commented.
Donnie's mouth gaped, allowing the unending string of high-pitched squealing giggles to flow freely.
"Love how sexy these toes look while wiggling," Jeffery exclaimed.
Jack wanted to make a snappy remark, but the boisterous screeching laughter blocked all the words that might be uttered.
"Coochie, coo, Donnie boy, as we give these dawgs of yours a little tickle tickle."
"Fuck! Stop making the tickles worse with the teasing talk," the slightly younger man hollered while screaming and cackling because of the fingernails lightly scraping along the vast terrain of his soles.
"This little piggie gets cleaned, while this little piggie gets nibbles."
"No... Please... Not the piggie game and nibbles... It's tickle torture..." Jack's body quaked, and his stomach muscles got a vigorous workout from laughing so much.
The height of the ticklish reactions came when the pumice stones were lightly and slowly traveling up and down the brothers' helpless and extremely ticklish soles.
The brothers screeched, "NOOO... NOT THE STONES...."
The laughter morphed into silent gasps, their backs bucked back and forth against the furniture, and their eyes squeezed shut with tears trailing down their pink cheeks. The two sets of ten toes were clenched so tightly that a thin slip of paper couldn't fit between or under them.
Finally, the pedicures were over, and the guys were given a relaxing foot massage by their loving pedicurists.
"That was brutal, Jack admitted.
"Totally! I've got a new respect for anyone who can live through that," Donnie said, smiling.
Eddie and Jeffery asked, "Would you guys do this again?"
The brothers shared a look before saying, "In a heartbeat."
"As long as we're not busy, we want to have the full spa experience along with you two whenever you schedule them," Jack offered.
Jeffery excitedly stated, "We'd love to have a couples spa day with our guys."
The men shared a loving group hug and four-person kiss before the brothers were led to the massage tables, where their wrists and ankles were tied to the surfaces.
"You two realize that it's your turn to get a tickle massage after us," the siblings declared.
Jeff and Eddie grinned while saying, "Already looking forward to it, Daddy Bears."
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After pouring the freshly brewed coffee into his white mug decorated with a photo of Dolly Parton showing off her iconic smile and bust on one side and her name on the other side of the handle, the light-brown-haired, blue-eyed, six-foot-one, two-hundred-twenty-pound male took a sip and smiled.
The bear-like twenty-six-year-old ran his fingers through his beard and looked at the clock, which read five thirty am. He set the mug on the breakfast bar beside the plate of three raspberry-filled jelly doughnuts, pulled the stool out from under the bar's top surface ledge, and his plump, juicy, leopard print thong-clad ass sat on the padded black seat cover. The curved arch of his size thirteen, bare foot rested on the first rung of the stool, his toes topped with wispy, short, curly, brown hairs, slightly twitched. The ball and toes of his left foot gently tapped on the light-colored woodgrained laminate flooring.
A wide pair of size twelve, pale, bare soles, and ten meaty toes with a dusting of medium brown hair on their tops noiselessly descended the stairs. The slowly moving feet supported the two hairy, thick, tree trunk-like legs, which carried the weight of the gray-eyed, six-foot, one-hundred-seventy-five-pound, twenty-four-year-old male, clad only in a tight pair of green boxer briefs that accentuated his plump bubble butt, across the open-concept living room floor, and into the kitchen, where the beckoning smell of the liquid ambition waited for its next consumption.
"Thanks for makin' the coffee, Jack."
"Yer welcome, Donnie."
The younger man yawned and stretched, exposing his pit hollows with their thick tufts of brown hair. He poured coffee into the blue mug with "I love being a country boy" written on it, and before sitting down, the slightly shorter of the pair hugged his brother and kissed his cheek. He jumped and giggled when his left side was tickled while he pulled out the second stool.
"No fair ticklin' before coffee."
Jack chuckled and playfully ruffled his bro's hair.
"Cain't help it, Bro. Not my fault, yer so fun to tickle."
Donald grinned and wiggled his index and middle fingers between two ribs in the center of his brother's ribcage.
Instantly, the husky man squirmed and barked with boyish laughter while trying to push the tickler's hand away.
"I ain't the only one who's fun to tickle, big bro."
The younger brother giggled when he was glared at and heard the rumbling growl.
"Ya lookin' forward to this spa thing our men asked us to join them at?"
Donald smirked.
"Ya mean the spa day yer stallion managed to get ya to agree to by hogtyin' yer ass an' ticklin' yer big ole' nekit ass with a feather, an' nibblin on, lickin, and ticklin' those bare feet 'a' yers?"
Jack narrowed his eyes, and his cheeks turned bright pink.
"Seems like I recall a certain lil' bro 'a' mine, hogtied on the floor beside me while his cowboy whooped an' hollered as he was makin' my ticklish bro squeal like a stuck pig, an' laughin' his ass off cause his toes were bein' licked an' tickled until he also agreed to this spa visit."
The brothers chuckled and continued their breakfast. After finishing, the pair worked together cleaning up the mess.
"Cain't be but so bad. Our sexy boys get pampered twice a month, an' if they can handle it, ticklish as they are, then I reckon we can survive it."
"Reckon' yer right, Jack. Jes hope they don't scrub those soft soles 'a' yers," Donald teased while giggling.
Once his giggly brother's back was to him, Jack's eyes sparkled as he grinned while stretching and twirling the dish towel in his hands. He dipped one of the corners in the warm, soapy water and made his move.
Donnie's eyes bulged, his body jumped into the air, his back arched, and he squealed like a little girl when his ass was stung by the dampened corner of the towel his brother dropped on the countertop because he was doubled over and laughing like a loon.
"Oh, yer goin' down."
Jack wasn't able to move fast enough to avoid his brother's body slamming into his. The overgrown boys laughed and yelped as they crashed to the floor. Both had played football, wrestled, and were on the swim team in high school. Because they mostly ate healthy and exercised regularly, they stayed in great physical shape and maintained their muscle-toned physique. For the most part, the guys were evenly matched when they roughhoused.
"Oww! Stop pullin' my hair, ya little bitch," Jake hollered.
The brothers rolled around on the floor, trying to get the best of one another.
'Get yer finger outta my nose, ya freak," Donnie shot back.
The younger brunette's laughter bounced off the walls of the home as his brother's fingers dug into and kneaded the soft flesh of his inner thighs. "Shit! Stop ticklin' there, buttwipe."
Jack thrashed about, howling with uncontrollable laughter when his pits were tickled. "Fuck! That tickles like crazy," he declared.
The playful match continued as the sweaty pair laughed and hurled threats. At one point, Donnie trapped his brother's right ankle, and Jack had possession of his brother's left ankle.
"Let go!"
"Yer nuts! You let go!"
"Don't make me go after yer foot."
"Did ya already forget that your bare foot is at my mercy, little bro?"
This led to the sweaty men grunting and fighting to keep hold of their opponent's ankle while trying to pull their captured appendage free. It seemed the brothers were at a stalemate, both posed with curled fingers, hovering above his captive's vulnerably helpless and wriggling sole. Without warning, the men struck, and in a matter of seconds, the home filled with tickle-induced, wild shrieks of laughter.
"Fuck!" Jack and Donald hollered in unison.
Jack's foot tried desperately to escape the devilish fingernails rapidly raking along its very, very ticklish arch. His laughter rose when the tickling moved to the excruciatingly sensitive ball.
Donnie's screeching cackles flowed like rushing river rapids. His brother's nails wreaked havoc with the ball of his foot, arch, and heel, while his teeth gently nibbled on every toe.
"Fuck! I give," the tickle tortured pair hollered.
Immediately, the ankles were freed. The brothers fell back on the floor, drenched in sweat, physically exhausted, and panting like dogs in the summer heat.
"You're an awesome brother," Donnie said once he remembered how to speak.'
Jack smiled as he playfully punched the pale shoulder beside his. "Ditto," he responded.
"Men Need Pampering Too" was owned and operated by Jared Morris.
The thirty-five-year-old, five-foot-nine, one-hundred-forty-pound half-African-American and half-Irish gay male turned the heads of many a man and woman. His skin was smooth, with a beautiful caramel tone that was accentuated by the shoulder-length strands of silky, flowing brunette hair, and bright, life-filled gray eyes that sparkled. The business owner was whistling while going through the daily chores that needed doing before opening, dressed in a jade polo shirt that clung to his upper body, and beautifully displayed his six-pack-abs, a pair of slim-fit black jeans that hugged his thirty-inch-waist, and his size ten feet were bare and comfortably nesting inside a pair of tan suede boatshoes.
At eight o'clock am, a dark red 2021 Hyundai Santa Fe Limited Sport pulled into the parking lot of the spa. A six-foot-tall, twenty-five-year-old, two-hundred-pound Hispanic-American male, dressed in a tan sleeveless shirt that showed off his firm pecs and four-pack abs, a pair of forest green shorts that accentuated the young man's two muscle-toned legs and clung to his thirty-four-inch waist, and his size eleven meaty feet were clad in light tan sandals, exited the vehicle. He ran his strong, lengthy fingers through his thick, jet-black hair and enabled the car alarm.
A minute later, a tan 2024 Chevrolet Silverado pick-up pulled into the space beside the Santa Fe. A smiling twenty-three-year-old, five-foot-ten, one-hundred-and-sixty-pound redhead with shimmering silvery blue eyes climbed out of the cab. His slender frame didn't sport any defined abs, but he was stronger than he appeared. The redhead's body was clad in a gray tank top, a pair of tan khaki shorts, and a pair of tan leather flip-flops on his slender, size eleven, pale bare feet.
"Jeffy!"
"Eddie"
The young men giggled as they shared a brotherly hug. They mischievously tickled each other's sides, making one another squirm and laugh like hyenas before kissing each other's cheeks. Jeffery Flood, the redhead, dated Donald, while Edward Montero dated Jack."
"My, my, I know I've died and gone to gay men's heaven with you two hotties comin' into my little ole' place," Jared exclaimed as he pranced over to the new arrivals and hugged them.
"Thanks for letting us have some fun today with our guys," Jeff said.
"Oh, hun, I'll do anything to get those two sexy bears into my humble establishment. You two are so fuckin' lucky. I'm putting the two of you and your beaus in the back room, for privacy. Now, just remember, much like Miss Mona in "The Best Little *****house In Texas," a character perfectly portrayed by Queen Dolly, I've got a special no-no rule."
Jared giggled and pinched the younger men's cheeks when they looked at him with expressions that resembled lost puppies.
"No gettin' buck wild and havin' sex in that room. Keep it PG, kids. After all, this isn't a place of ill repute. Unless I'm the one with the bad behavior, which would hopefully result in me getting a nice spanking administered by a swarthy leather daddy."
The trio shared a laugh before Jared got his friends cups of cappuccino as the morning sunlight streamed into the spa's floor-to-ceiling windows, making the walls, painted with a glittery silvery-white wall paint, shimmer and sparkle, which brightened up the entire lobby.
Since it was a warm, mid-June day, with no rain in the forecast, the brothers decided to uncover the Golden Eagle they co-owned and take it for a spin.
The overgrown boys engaged in a very mature thumb war, during which the opponents managed to sneak in a couple of unauthorized tickle attacks. At the end of the hair-raising, breath-holding three rounds, Jack was declared the winner and got to drive to the spa. However, Donald was nicely asked if he'd drive home from the spa, after he trapped his brother in a headlock, gave him a very energetic noogie, that made the slightly older man squeal like a little boy, and delivered a final blow by tickling his captive's side and ribs, which caused the boisterous howls of laughter that echoed through the trees.
Jared was perched on a stool at the refreshment bar, enjoying a cup of non-caffeinated latte while receiving a very nice and friendly shoulder massage from an exquisitely handsome, European client, when the Blankenship men walked into the lobby. After a soft, airy giggle, he excused himself with a chaste peck on his companion's cheek and the promise of a swift return.
"Well, if it isn't two of the sexiest, hairy bears I'm blessed to count as close friends."
"Jared, you're incorrigible, and gorgeous as ever," Donnie said, chuckling.
Jack's tank top was pink, Donnie's was light purple, and both wore blue jean shorts with dark tan flip-flops on their feet. The young men shared a hug and kiss with their host. When the businessman launched a playful tickle attack in their slightly damp, hairy pits, the brothers each jumped, squeaked, and boyishly giggled as their cheeks turned a noticeable shade of pink.
"You know I can never resist making you burly men squirm and giggle."
Jack playfully glared at their friend, and before he knew it, the older brunette was trapped in his headlock.
Jared giggled and half-heartedly struggled to break free.
"Release me this instant, you brute. I'm not accustomed to being manhandled... at least not before I'm given a few drinks first."
The guys chuckled, then Jared began laughing like crazy, and his body wriggled about, when the youngest of the three slipped his hands under his shirt and tickled his taut belly.
"Don't tickle me, Donnie."
Suddenly, the trapped man's laughter turned to high-pitched shrieks and squeals.
"EEK!!! Get out of my belly button."
The slapping sound caused by the soles of Jared's shoes hitting the shiny tiled floor echoed through the lobby, as did his girlish squeals. He was panting and his hair slightly askew when the brothers stopped tickling and released him a minute or two later.
"I'm going to make sure you two regret that."
Because of the smiling face that delivered the words and the giggles surrounding the statement, the threat wasn't believable.
"We wuv you, Jared," the siblings said in unison while giggling.
Their host chuckled, shook his head, and smacked their asses, making them jump and yelp.
"Follow me, you two naughty boys."
The upper half of the backroom was painted a pastel shimmery pink, and the lower half a pastel shimmery purple. There were two white massage tables, side by side with straps attached to the underside of the four corners. Across from them sat two white reclining leather chairs, also side by side, for pedicures.
"Strip down to your sexy little undergarments, get comfy in the recliners, and your highly qualified attendants will be right in to get those soles and twenty piggies squeaky clean and make them soft as a baby's butt."
Jared giggled when the guys blushed and looked at one another as he left the room.
It wasn't long before Jeffery and Eddie entered the room with everything needed for their guys' pampering.
"Hey, we thought you'd be getting pampered with us," Donnie childishly whined.
"Aww, how cute," Jeffery teased
The redhead pinched his lover's cheek and giggled when he was growled at.
"We believe it would be such fun to switch partners for the pedicures. So, Donnie, I'll be working on your cute tootsies, while Jeffy works on your brother's wiggly piggies," Eddie explained.
Jack said, "We're soooo getting the two of you back for the teasing baby talk."
Jeffery grinned as he grabbed hold of the older brunette's ankle and tickled the soft pinkish sole.
Jack's toes flexed, his foot wriggled, and he tried every position to evade the tickles while his laughter bounced around the room. "Crap! Your nails are killer," he screeched between the guffaws.
The chuckling men restrained the four ankles with padded cuffs attached to the bottom of the extended foot rests, which were short enough that both sets of feet floppily hung over the edges.
Instead of soaking their feet in the hot, soapy water, the young men washed their chosen one's feet with wet, slightly scratchy cloths.
The giggles sprang from the brothers as they squirmed in the recliners. The back of their heads repeatedly bounced off the cushioned backrest, and their fists and palms slapped and hit the armrests.
"These feet are so beautiful and tickly," Eddie commented.
Donnie's mouth gaped, allowing the unending string of high-pitched squealing giggles to flow freely.
"Love how sexy these toes look while wiggling," Jeffery exclaimed.
Jack wanted to make a snappy remark, but the boisterous screeching laughter blocked all the words that might be uttered.
"Coochie, coo, Donnie boy, as we give these dawgs of yours a little tickle tickle."
"Fuck! Stop making the tickles worse with the teasing talk," the slightly younger man hollered while screaming and cackling because of the fingernails lightly scraping along the vast terrain of his soles.
"This little piggie gets cleaned, while this little piggie gets nibbles."
"No... Please... Not the piggie game and nibbles... It's tickle torture..." Jack's body quaked, and his stomach muscles got a vigorous workout from laughing so much.
The height of the ticklish reactions came when the pumice stones were lightly and slowly traveling up and down the brothers' helpless and extremely ticklish soles.
The brothers screeched, "NOOO... NOT THE STONES...."
The laughter morphed into silent gasps, their backs bucked back and forth against the furniture, and their eyes squeezed shut with tears trailing down their pink cheeks. The two sets of ten toes were clenched so tightly that a thin slip of paper couldn't fit between or under them.
Finally, the pedicures were over, and the guys were given a relaxing foot massage by their loving pedicurists.
"That was brutal, Jack admitted.
"Totally! I've got a new respect for anyone who can live through that," Donnie said, smiling.
Eddie and Jeffery asked, "Would you guys do this again?"
The brothers shared a look before saying, "In a heartbeat."
"As long as we're not busy, we want to have the full spa experience along with you two whenever you schedule them," Jack offered.
Jeffery excitedly stated, "We'd love to have a couples spa day with our guys."
The men shared a loving group hug and four-person kiss before the brothers were led to the massage tables, where their wrists and ankles were tied to the surfaces.
"You two realize that it's your turn to get a tickle massage after us," the siblings declared.
Jeff and Eddie grinned while saying, "Already looking forward to it, Daddy Bears."
