Ticklishboy30
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Continuing story inspired by dad's post on DA.
https://www.deviantart.com/xad7/art/Bad-Guys-with-Feathers-36-1214504007
Jaime closed the front door, leaned against the wall, untied the laces, and pulled his sneakers off as his toes wiggled in the thin, neon pink and green polka-dot athletic ankle socks, and then picked up the bookbag and set it in the office.
He walked into the kitchen, and after opening an O'Doul's nonalcoholic beer and taking a couple of sips, the tow-headed young man grabbed a large silver bowl from the cabinet beside the stove and began preparing a marinade consisting of Merlot, Worcestershire sauce, garlic powder, onion powder, a dash of salt, and black pepper. Next, he got a two-pack package of New York strip steaks from the fridge, rinsed the meat, and using the silver tongs, flipped them a few times in the liquid before placing the bowl back in the refrigerator.
The sound of soft thumping made by his sock-clad feet as he jogged up the steps floated into the blonde's ears. In his bedroom, the young landlord stripped out of his clothing and stepped into a red Speedo decorated with yellow lightning bolts. He sat on the edge of the queen-size mattress, leaned down to retrieve the dark brown leather flip-flops from under the bed, pulled his socks off, and softly giggled because the strap tickled his big and second toes when he slipped the footwear on his freshly bared feet. He left the room, grabbed a bathsheet from the hall closet, headed downstairs, and outside to the pool.
Just as he set foot on the back patio, Jamie saw the neighbor's kid's head, sparkling eyes, and smiling face suddenly appear at the top of the fence, and giggled because he likened it to bread popping up in a toaster.
The house next door was occupied by Chris and Shelly Atkins, a lovely married couple, and their thirteen-year-old son, Darryl. Ever since they met them, Kyle, Jamie, and their parents instantly connected with the three-member family. When the young men added Papa and Mama to their first names, it tickled Darryl's parents, and Kyle and Jamie's parents absolutely loved it when their honorary teenage son called them Mama and Papa. The college boys took the brown-eyed, brown-haired teen under their wings, treating him like a sibling, which the boy and his parents loved. It also gave the parents peace of mind, knowing their son had someone responsible and close by to watch out for him, because Chris was frequently away on business, and Shelly was a flight attendant.
"How's it going, Darry?"
"Awesome, big bro. May I join you in the pool?"
Jamie chuckled because, from experience, he knew the budding teen was already in his swimtrunks with a towel in hand.
"Sure!"
Not five seconds later, the smiling, slender, newly minted teenage boy walked through the fence's back door, as expected, dressed in an orange pair of swimtrunks with dark blue palm trees on them. Darryl rested his head against the blonde's firm chest, and his arms wrapped around his "older brother" so tightly that if Jamie were a stuffed animal, he wouldn't have any stuffing left.
"Hey, there's this thing called breathing that's kinda important to staying alive," Jamie said, chuckling.
"Oops!"
The younger boy looked up at his neighbor and giggled.
"Oh, you think me, suffocating is funny?"
The blonde grinned as he lifted the teen off the ground and slung him over his shoulder.
"Hey, no fair. You're taller and stronger."
Seconds after tickles were applied to the trapped youth's pale, bare sides and ribs, the teen's boisterous laughter and ear-splitting squeals flew from his mouth. His body rocked back and forth on the broad shoulder, his legs kicked, sending his flip-flops flying.
"Nooo... Not my sides. You know I'm really ticklish."
Jamie chuckled.
"I think anyone who's ever met you knows how ticklish you are, kiddo."
"Ooh, just wait till we're in the water. I'm sooo dunking and splashing you, then I'm gonna tickle you cause I know you're just as ticklish as me."
"Oh, really? I think it's time you find out what being in a catapult would be like." Being a playful and mischievous boy at heart, the young man walked to the edge of the pool's deepest end.
The helpless teen squirmed and struggled, trying to get free, all the while enjoying every moment.
"Oh crap!"
The giggling boy screeched as his body became airborne and landed with a big splash, safely away from any concrete ledges or other things that might be harmful. When he broke the surface, he laughed and said, "This soooo totally means war, big bro."
Hearing the kid call him big bro made the young man's heart surge with love. He giggled before doing a cannonball, making a big splash that drenched his honorary brother. While submerged, Jamie swam under the teen, wrapped his arms around the pole like legs, lifting the animated body, and broke the surface with the squirming, giggling boy on his neck.
"It's awesome to see our kid so happy."
Jamie turned, then he and his passenger giggled and waved at the speaker.
"Dad! Help! Jamie threw me in the water, then the ticklish tickle monster captured me."
Chris shook his head and laughed as his son's feet were being tickled.
"Just make sure he's back here in a half hour for dinner, ticklish tickle monster Jamie."
"You got it, Papa Chris."
Darryl squealed when he was tossed into the air and landed in the water with a huge splash. He playfully growled, chasing after his launcher, and at one point, even outmaneuvered the blonde enough to grab his left ankle, and tickle the pale sole.
Jamie instantly shrieked with laughter as he splashed water everywhere while thrashing about trying to pull his foot away from the devious tickling fingernails.
"Coochie, coochie, tickly bro," Darryl teased while giggling.
"Crap! Not the teasing."
The shrieks turned to high-pitched squeals when the teen's fingers lightly tickled and slipped between the toes and along their bases.
"NOT THE TOES!"
Jamie managed to free himself and took a second to pant before diving at his retreating tickler.
"No... Not gonna get me." Darryl declared.
He laughed, dodged the attempted grabs, and had just touched the pool's ledge when a pair of hands latched onto his waist on both sides, and the nimble fingers wiggled and squeezed the fleshy area. Instantly, the boy let go of the cement and was dragged backward while screeching with boyish laughter and kicking his legs.
"I...Give... Uncle," he hollered.
The tickles ceased, and the playful attacker hugged his continuously giggling victim.
"You and Ky are the most awesome brothers I could've ever wanted or asked for."
"We feel the same about you, little bro. Always remember, never be afraid to come talk to us about anything. I promise that whatever you tell us stays with us unless you're in danger of being hurt in any form, be it mental, physical, or emotional."
"I won't forget."
The boys swam and played around a little bit longer before Darryl headed home as promised. The homeowner dried off, went inside, flipped the steaks in the marinade, then went upstairs for a shower.
Kyle returned home. After slipping his shoes off, he headed upstairs to his room and stripped down to his underwear. Since it was mostly guys around the place, bare skin and underwear were the usual dress code.
Jamie walked into the bedroom from the ensuite buck naked, and without warning, he was tackled and pinned face down on his mattress. His bare feet slid along the hardwood floor, trying to find traction that didn't exist. He wriggled and squirmed, trying to get the weight of his assailant off his back.
"So, you thought it'd be an awesome idea to send our parents and our big brother the video of me being tickled today."
Jamie laughed and squealed when his head was playfully smacked and was on the receiving end of a wet willie.
"They'd have seen it regardless, Ky."
The trapped blonde laughed and screeched like a bird when his bare, defenseless sides and hips were ravaged with tickles. His head thrust back and forth, and his arms unsuccessfully tried to push the tickling fingers off his soft skin.
"I'm sooo gonna get you back."
"Yeah, right, blondie."
Kyle chuckled as he stopped tickling and bear hugged his brother.
"I love ya, Jamiekins."
Once he released his ticklee, the former tickler was lifted off the floor and twirled around as the pair giggled.
"Love ya too, Ky-bear."
The brunette grinned as he slapped his housemate's bare ass before running out of the bedroom.
"One eye tonight, I know where you sleep," Jamie hollered while laughing.
After dinner, Jamie decided to go for a run along a paved running trail that ran through the entire city. Part of it was across the road at one end of the street where they lived. He'd worked up a good sweat and maintained a steady pace for an hour when he felt something in the bottom of his shoe. Deciding he needed a break anyway, the blonde sat on one of the benches, facing the river to cool off before heading back. He untied the laces, pulled off the running shoes, and stretched his legs across the wooden bench while examining the inner and outer soles. The light breeze felt good on his damp skin, and his toes wiggled inside the white athletic socks.
"Well, fancy meeting you here."
Jamie looked up to see twenty-nine-year-old Carl DuPont's smiling face. The slightly older brunette was a very good friend to him, Kyle, and their boyfriends.
"Hey, Carl. Missed ya at rehearsal last night."
He and Carl were actors and worked other odd jobs at the local community theater. The pair were playing lead roles in a murder mystery play. The show's opening night was just over two months away.
"Yeah, had an emergency at work and had to stay late."
The blonde moved his legs so the other man could sit down, and grinned when the visitor placed his legs across his lap. His head rolled back the second he felt strong fingers massage his sock-clad feet.
"I've been running, so they might be a little ripe, just sayin'"
Carl chuckled and lowered his nose to the younger man's toes, and after deeply inhaling, he said, "Smells fine to me."
Jamie's toes wiggled, he squirmed a little, and giggled when a couple of ticklish strokes were mixed in with the massage.
"You're so fun, Jamie." The five-foot-nine, one-hundred-and-fifty-five-pound, brown-haired man giggled and added, "Saw Ky getting the crap tickled outta him at the cafe earlier."
Jamie squealed, and his butt wiggled side to side on the bench when the tickling was increased.
"You're just lucky you're not ticklish, bro. Yeah, I shared the video with our parents and our big brother."
Carl laughed and shook his head.
"I'm sure Ky got you back for that."
"Yeppers!"
Carl pulled his phone from his pocket and wrapped an arm around his companion's left leg.
Jamie instantly jerked his appendage back, trying to pull free. He giggled while the sock was removed from his foot.
"What are you doing with my sock?"
The brunette smirked, snapped a few pictures of the pilfered sock, and bared foot with the phone's camera, and sniffed the article of clothing before stuffing it in his pocket.
"This guy's coming with me. It's part of a scavenger hunt your boyfriend and his twin came up with."
"Really? I'm sooo gonna hurt him," Jamie playfully threatened.
The ticklish blonde writhed and howled with laughter when his bare foot was tickled by his giggly captor's fingernails.
"FUCK!!! NOT THE NAILS"
"Been fun, my tickly bro. See ya soon."
Carl hugged his friend, then laughed as he took off running.
Jamie pulled his phone out and dialed.
"Everything ok, bro?"
"The twins came up with a scavenger hunt, and my sock was one of the items. Carl just stole my sock, then tickled my foot, bare and sock-clad," Jamie said, giggling.
Kyle laughed and said, "Those sneaky little freaks. Can't wait to see what gets taken from me."
"You realize we're the freaks who love those boys."
"Wouldn't have it any other way, bro. Be careful getting home, and watch out for blisters. Love ya, Jamie."
"Love ya too, Ky."
https://www.deviantart.com/xad7/art/Bad-Guys-with-Feathers-36-1214504007
Jaime closed the front door, leaned against the wall, untied the laces, and pulled his sneakers off as his toes wiggled in the thin, neon pink and green polka-dot athletic ankle socks, and then picked up the bookbag and set it in the office.
He walked into the kitchen, and after opening an O'Doul's nonalcoholic beer and taking a couple of sips, the tow-headed young man grabbed a large silver bowl from the cabinet beside the stove and began preparing a marinade consisting of Merlot, Worcestershire sauce, garlic powder, onion powder, a dash of salt, and black pepper. Next, he got a two-pack package of New York strip steaks from the fridge, rinsed the meat, and using the silver tongs, flipped them a few times in the liquid before placing the bowl back in the refrigerator.
The sound of soft thumping made by his sock-clad feet as he jogged up the steps floated into the blonde's ears. In his bedroom, the young landlord stripped out of his clothing and stepped into a red Speedo decorated with yellow lightning bolts. He sat on the edge of the queen-size mattress, leaned down to retrieve the dark brown leather flip-flops from under the bed, pulled his socks off, and softly giggled because the strap tickled his big and second toes when he slipped the footwear on his freshly bared feet. He left the room, grabbed a bathsheet from the hall closet, headed downstairs, and outside to the pool.
Just as he set foot on the back patio, Jamie saw the neighbor's kid's head, sparkling eyes, and smiling face suddenly appear at the top of the fence, and giggled because he likened it to bread popping up in a toaster.
The house next door was occupied by Chris and Shelly Atkins, a lovely married couple, and their thirteen-year-old son, Darryl. Ever since they met them, Kyle, Jamie, and their parents instantly connected with the three-member family. When the young men added Papa and Mama to their first names, it tickled Darryl's parents, and Kyle and Jamie's parents absolutely loved it when their honorary teenage son called them Mama and Papa. The college boys took the brown-eyed, brown-haired teen under their wings, treating him like a sibling, which the boy and his parents loved. It also gave the parents peace of mind, knowing their son had someone responsible and close by to watch out for him, because Chris was frequently away on business, and Shelly was a flight attendant.
"How's it going, Darry?"
"Awesome, big bro. May I join you in the pool?"
Jamie chuckled because, from experience, he knew the budding teen was already in his swimtrunks with a towel in hand.
"Sure!"
Not five seconds later, the smiling, slender, newly minted teenage boy walked through the fence's back door, as expected, dressed in an orange pair of swimtrunks with dark blue palm trees on them. Darryl rested his head against the blonde's firm chest, and his arms wrapped around his "older brother" so tightly that if Jamie were a stuffed animal, he wouldn't have any stuffing left.
"Hey, there's this thing called breathing that's kinda important to staying alive," Jamie said, chuckling.
"Oops!"
The younger boy looked up at his neighbor and giggled.
"Oh, you think me, suffocating is funny?"
The blonde grinned as he lifted the teen off the ground and slung him over his shoulder.
"Hey, no fair. You're taller and stronger."
Seconds after tickles were applied to the trapped youth's pale, bare sides and ribs, the teen's boisterous laughter and ear-splitting squeals flew from his mouth. His body rocked back and forth on the broad shoulder, his legs kicked, sending his flip-flops flying.
"Nooo... Not my sides. You know I'm really ticklish."
Jamie chuckled.
"I think anyone who's ever met you knows how ticklish you are, kiddo."
"Ooh, just wait till we're in the water. I'm sooo dunking and splashing you, then I'm gonna tickle you cause I know you're just as ticklish as me."
"Oh, really? I think it's time you find out what being in a catapult would be like." Being a playful and mischievous boy at heart, the young man walked to the edge of the pool's deepest end.
The helpless teen squirmed and struggled, trying to get free, all the while enjoying every moment.
"Oh crap!"
The giggling boy screeched as his body became airborne and landed with a big splash, safely away from any concrete ledges or other things that might be harmful. When he broke the surface, he laughed and said, "This soooo totally means war, big bro."
Hearing the kid call him big bro made the young man's heart surge with love. He giggled before doing a cannonball, making a big splash that drenched his honorary brother. While submerged, Jamie swam under the teen, wrapped his arms around the pole like legs, lifting the animated body, and broke the surface with the squirming, giggling boy on his neck.
"It's awesome to see our kid so happy."
Jamie turned, then he and his passenger giggled and waved at the speaker.
"Dad! Help! Jamie threw me in the water, then the ticklish tickle monster captured me."
Chris shook his head and laughed as his son's feet were being tickled.
"Just make sure he's back here in a half hour for dinner, ticklish tickle monster Jamie."
"You got it, Papa Chris."
Darryl squealed when he was tossed into the air and landed in the water with a huge splash. He playfully growled, chasing after his launcher, and at one point, even outmaneuvered the blonde enough to grab his left ankle, and tickle the pale sole.
Jamie instantly shrieked with laughter as he splashed water everywhere while thrashing about trying to pull his foot away from the devious tickling fingernails.
"Coochie, coochie, tickly bro," Darryl teased while giggling.
"Crap! Not the teasing."
The shrieks turned to high-pitched squeals when the teen's fingers lightly tickled and slipped between the toes and along their bases.
"NOT THE TOES!"
Jamie managed to free himself and took a second to pant before diving at his retreating tickler.
"No... Not gonna get me." Darryl declared.
He laughed, dodged the attempted grabs, and had just touched the pool's ledge when a pair of hands latched onto his waist on both sides, and the nimble fingers wiggled and squeezed the fleshy area. Instantly, the boy let go of the cement and was dragged backward while screeching with boyish laughter and kicking his legs.
"I...Give... Uncle," he hollered.
The tickles ceased, and the playful attacker hugged his continuously giggling victim.
"You and Ky are the most awesome brothers I could've ever wanted or asked for."
"We feel the same about you, little bro. Always remember, never be afraid to come talk to us about anything. I promise that whatever you tell us stays with us unless you're in danger of being hurt in any form, be it mental, physical, or emotional."
"I won't forget."
The boys swam and played around a little bit longer before Darryl headed home as promised. The homeowner dried off, went inside, flipped the steaks in the marinade, then went upstairs for a shower.
Kyle returned home. After slipping his shoes off, he headed upstairs to his room and stripped down to his underwear. Since it was mostly guys around the place, bare skin and underwear were the usual dress code.
Jamie walked into the bedroom from the ensuite buck naked, and without warning, he was tackled and pinned face down on his mattress. His bare feet slid along the hardwood floor, trying to find traction that didn't exist. He wriggled and squirmed, trying to get the weight of his assailant off his back.
"So, you thought it'd be an awesome idea to send our parents and our big brother the video of me being tickled today."
Jamie laughed and squealed when his head was playfully smacked and was on the receiving end of a wet willie.
"They'd have seen it regardless, Ky."
The trapped blonde laughed and screeched like a bird when his bare, defenseless sides and hips were ravaged with tickles. His head thrust back and forth, and his arms unsuccessfully tried to push the tickling fingers off his soft skin.
"I'm sooo gonna get you back."
"Yeah, right, blondie."
Kyle chuckled as he stopped tickling and bear hugged his brother.
"I love ya, Jamiekins."
Once he released his ticklee, the former tickler was lifted off the floor and twirled around as the pair giggled.
"Love ya too, Ky-bear."
The brunette grinned as he slapped his housemate's bare ass before running out of the bedroom.
"One eye tonight, I know where you sleep," Jamie hollered while laughing.
After dinner, Jamie decided to go for a run along a paved running trail that ran through the entire city. Part of it was across the road at one end of the street where they lived. He'd worked up a good sweat and maintained a steady pace for an hour when he felt something in the bottom of his shoe. Deciding he needed a break anyway, the blonde sat on one of the benches, facing the river to cool off before heading back. He untied the laces, pulled off the running shoes, and stretched his legs across the wooden bench while examining the inner and outer soles. The light breeze felt good on his damp skin, and his toes wiggled inside the white athletic socks.
"Well, fancy meeting you here."
Jamie looked up to see twenty-nine-year-old Carl DuPont's smiling face. The slightly older brunette was a very good friend to him, Kyle, and their boyfriends.
"Hey, Carl. Missed ya at rehearsal last night."
He and Carl were actors and worked other odd jobs at the local community theater. The pair were playing lead roles in a murder mystery play. The show's opening night was just over two months away.
"Yeah, had an emergency at work and had to stay late."
The blonde moved his legs so the other man could sit down, and grinned when the visitor placed his legs across his lap. His head rolled back the second he felt strong fingers massage his sock-clad feet.
"I've been running, so they might be a little ripe, just sayin'"
Carl chuckled and lowered his nose to the younger man's toes, and after deeply inhaling, he said, "Smells fine to me."
Jamie's toes wiggled, he squirmed a little, and giggled when a couple of ticklish strokes were mixed in with the massage.
"You're so fun, Jamie." The five-foot-nine, one-hundred-and-fifty-five-pound, brown-haired man giggled and added, "Saw Ky getting the crap tickled outta him at the cafe earlier."
Jamie squealed, and his butt wiggled side to side on the bench when the tickling was increased.
"You're just lucky you're not ticklish, bro. Yeah, I shared the video with our parents and our big brother."
Carl laughed and shook his head.
"I'm sure Ky got you back for that."
"Yeppers!"
Carl pulled his phone from his pocket and wrapped an arm around his companion's left leg.
Jamie instantly jerked his appendage back, trying to pull free. He giggled while the sock was removed from his foot.
"What are you doing with my sock?"
The brunette smirked, snapped a few pictures of the pilfered sock, and bared foot with the phone's camera, and sniffed the article of clothing before stuffing it in his pocket.
"This guy's coming with me. It's part of a scavenger hunt your boyfriend and his twin came up with."
"Really? I'm sooo gonna hurt him," Jamie playfully threatened.
The ticklish blonde writhed and howled with laughter when his bare foot was tickled by his giggly captor's fingernails.
"FUCK!!! NOT THE NAILS"
"Been fun, my tickly bro. See ya soon."
Carl hugged his friend, then laughed as he took off running.
Jamie pulled his phone out and dialed.
"Everything ok, bro?"
"The twins came up with a scavenger hunt, and my sock was one of the items. Carl just stole my sock, then tickled my foot, bare and sock-clad," Jamie said, giggling.
Kyle laughed and said, "Those sneaky little freaks. Can't wait to see what gets taken from me."
"You realize we're the freaks who love those boys."
"Wouldn't have it any other way, bro. Be careful getting home, and watch out for blisters. Love ya, Jamie."
"Love ya too, Ky."
