Ticklishboy30
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Jun 22, 2010
- Messages
- 237
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- 18
After ending the call with Jamie, Kyle opened an app on his Android smartphone and turned on the hot tub. While the water heated and began churning, he grabbed a towel from the hall closet and headed down the hardwood stairs. The constant sound of clapping from the black, leather-thong flip-flops lightly slapping against the pinkish flesh of his heels announced every step the young brunette male took on his journey into the kitchen, where he poured himself a glass of Barefoot's brand of Chardonnay before going out to the jaccuzzi.
The sparkling eyes were treated to Mother Nature's exquisite changing art display as the fading orange rays of dusk illuminated the darkening sky, bringing an end to the planet's day shift and handing the earth over to the night shift's rising crescent moon and stars, which became more visible. The young man's sense of smell was not left out because just a hint of the aroma from the red roses decorating the duplex's front lawn was carried and distributed throughout the property by the slight breeze.
With a sigh of happiness, the pale-skinned male's eyes closed, his midsection, legs, and butt submerged into the hot, bubbling water, his back pressed into the padded light blue back rest, and his arms rested comfortably on the ledge, with his wine glass easily in reach. Boyish giggles floated out of his mouth, and he squirmed a little bit when the flowing water from one of the jets tickled the backsides of his nude legs and buttcheeks.
*****
Anyone who wasn't blind could see that Donald and Brent were identical twins. However, there was a way to tell them apart. Donald had a mole under his right eye, and Brent had a birthmark on the top of his left hand.
The two red-haired men, one dressed in a light green tank top, tan khaki cargo shorts, and black Nike slides, the other carried a backpack, slung over his left shoulder, wearing a gray tank top, purple basketball shorts, and tan flip-flops with a woven fabric thong, carefully crossed the street and crept onto the front porch of Kyle's and Jamie's home. The pair crouched down, peered into the dimly lit living room through the windows, and once they were confident no one was there, turned the doorknob and entered the domicile.
"We gotta make sure to remind our boys to lock the front door whenever they're not inside or downstairs," Donald said.
"Shh! We don't want to disturb them yet," Brent whispered.
The twins softly giggled as they swiftly but cautiously climbed the steps and entered Kyle's bedroom closet. From the clothes hamper, Donnie stole a rainbow-decorated ankle sock he'd always thought was cute, and Brent pilfered a pair of black and white zebra print bikini underwear, which happened to be his favorite article of clothing owned by his lover.
The sneaky, giggly brothers struck Jamie's clothes hamper next. Donnie took a pair of undies. He thought the tan boxers decorated with puppies playing with frisbees and kittens playing with balls of yarn were adorable on his man. His brother's choice was a particularly fragrant and slightly crusty red tank top Jamie wore while weightlifting a week ago.
"Sweet! We got our hunt items," they said in total unison with each other.
The two looked like mirror opposites as they moved in sync, placing each of their trophies into a Ziplock bag, sealing the packages, and dropping them into the bookbag Brent was carrying.
They stood at the top of the stairs and listened for any noises that weren't there when they went upstairs. After not hearing anything different, the guys dashed downstairs, out the door, and threw the bag into the backseat of Donald's dark red, Twenty-Twenty-Two, Dodge Charger.
"Got the gags and restraints?"
Brent answered his brother by nodding and handing him a length of rope and a red and white checkerboard square cloth.
The duo giggled and returned to their boys' place, where Donnie, who was the elder of the twins by two minutes, hid in the shadows of the front porch, while his brother went inside to search for his intended captive.
*****
Sweaty and sticky, Jamie paused at the bottom step of the duplex to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand. He climbed up to the porch and tested the doorknob.
*****
Brent slinked his way through the living room, into the kitchen, and outside, where he found his man, just waiting to be ambushed.
*****
Moving quickly, Donald jumped out from his place of hiding, wrapped his arms around the unsuspecting blonde, then swept the squirming man's legs out from under him and pinned him facedown to the wooden planks.
*****
Kyle was lost in his world of relaxation, while sipping his wine, and had no idea anyone was behind him until he was blindfolded.
*****
"What..."
Before Jamie could close his lips, a twisted piece of fabric was inserted into his mouth, between his teeth, and tied around the back of his head.
*****
Thinking quickly, Brent moved the wine glass to the safety of a wrought iron table. He was glad he did so, because Kyle instantly started struggling and thrashing as water went everywhere.
*****
Next, a blindfold stole Jamie's vision, then despite the efforts to find freedom and escape, the assailant pulled his arms behind his back and expertly tied his wrists together.
*****
The captor worked his hands under the pale armpits and gave them a quick tickle. Boyish giggles flowed from Kyle, like water from a spigot, as the brunette tried and failed to escape the sudden tickles.
*****
Donald had yet to speak a word while working. He trapped the flailing legs, bent them back, and tied the ankles together with the other end of the rope.
*****
Not wanting an escape to occur, Brent pulled his squirming boy from the hot tub, rolled him onto his stomach, and pinned his almost glowing, warm, fleshy butt cheeks between his muscle-toned legs. His seven-inch manhood was hard as a rock, feeling his mate's backside against it. "You're going nowhere, except with me, my sweet captive," he said.
*****
The seven-inch cock strained against the tan colored shorts as the grinning redhead watched his prey wriggle and squirm. His first utterance was, "Guess this should teach you and Ky to be more observant and to lock your doors when not at home or downstairs."
*****
Kyle shrieked with laughter and squealed when his boyfriend tickled his ribs. "I'm gonna make you pay for this, Brentwood," he tried to threaten, but the delivery fell flat amidst the laughs.
*****
The sound of screeching, high-pitched laughter floated along the night's breeze as Jamie's hips and the back of his thighs were squeezed and kneaded by his tickling assailant's ten fingers, which tickled the young blonde like crazy, and made his body lurch and writhe as much as his restraint would allow.
*****
"Oh, use of my full first name will get your feet tickled with a hairbrush, baby boy."
Brent chuckled while he hogtied his lover and tied the bandana around his head.
*****
"I'm sooo gonna kill my adorable and amazing boyfriend for this," was translated to and voiced as the muffled grunt of "Mmmph."
"Love ya too, my sexy and helpless baby boy," Donnie responded.
*****
Brent removed the gag and released his abductee's legs. Then the loving abductor slung the brunette over his right shoulder and carried him inside.
*****
Donnie kissed the sweaty forehead of his lover, removed the gag, untied his prize's legs, slung the male over his left shoulder, and carried him into the house.
In the hopes of being rescued, once they heard a door close, the clothed blonde and nude brunette each hollered, "Help! My boyfriend kidnapped me."
The brothers were giggling as they carried their boys into the living room, up the stairs, and into one of the bedrooms.
Knowing one another's natural scents, Kyle and Jamie knew from the smell that they were in the blonde's bedroom, despite being unable to see. The captives heard each other's girlish scream because their bodies were suddenly airborne, and landed with a grunt on the mattress.
Before they could think of a way to escape, the twins hogtied their treasures.
"Donnie grabbed me."
"Brent nabbed me."
"We're sooo getting the two of you for this," the captive pair said.
The sneakers were untied and removed from Jamie's feet, and the blonde scrunched his toes when he felt the top of his sock getting pulled down.
Brent smirked and playfully teased his brotherly friend.
"Aww, that's such a cute attempt. We both know you'll lose this sock the second your tickly foot experiences a little tickle, tickle."
The second the redhead's fingers stroked and danced along the fabric-protected sole, the helpless blonde's boyish laughter filled the bedroom, and another second later, his toes released their hold on the sock, and both feet were now bare.
"Would you like the honor of debriefing your lover, good sir?"
Brent's delivery was a horrible accent that was a weird combination of Irish and English. He knew it was awful, and his laughter joined in with the amused laughs of his companions.
"I get the honor of stripping my boy all the time, and none of us minds if you have fun removing his clothes.
While giggling, Jamie asked, "Speaking of clothes, what's this scavenger hunt you two goofs cooked up?"
"Yeah, and what are you guys planning on taking from me?"
"Oh, poor sweet, behind the times, Ky," Donald teased.
"We already got the items for the hunt," Brent exclaimed.
Before Kyle could say or ask anything else, the tickling attack launched on the back of his thighs sent the restrained male into a fit of uncontrollable, boisterous cackles. His body rocked back and forth, then wriggled side to side. His arms and legs struggled and pulled against the rope, but found no weakness in the knots.
Brent smiled and dug his fingers between Jamie's freshly bare-skinned rib cage, and the tickle-induced shrieking laughter joined with and fought his hysterical friend's laughs for whose was louder.
The twins enjoyed performing tests on various body parts to see which spot caused the best reaction. Donnie's tickling and nibbling of Kyle's toes garnered the redhead a string of almost ear-splitting, high-pitched squeals and giggles. However, the light strokes along Jamie's butt cheeks by Brent's fingertips brought forth gasps of silent laughter.
Donnie giggled and explored his ticklee's recessed belly button with one finger, and his other index finger lightly tickled and traced along the crevice's rim.
"Shit, not my belly button," Kyle screamed.
"You've just lost your privilege of tickling that spot," Jamie declared when the back of his thighs and their insides were kneaded and squeezed.
"Yeah, right, Babe. Like you'd ever deny Ky, Brent, or me access to an already agreed-upon tickle spot."
"Damnit! I love and sometimes hate that you can see right through me," Jamie shot back.
The ticklish pair were released, and while their boys shared a hot shower, the twins cleaned up any mess they had made. Afterward, one twin undressed the other while simultaneously being undressed by his sibling. Neither one knew how or when this tradition got started, and they didn't care to stop it. When they do it in front of their boyfriends, it gets the four of them horned up.
"You two are the best boyfriend and hopefully future brother-in-law ever," Kyle said.
"What he said, babe and bro," Jamie added.
The blonde and brunette wrapped their arms around their respective nude mate, drew the grinning gingers into a loving embrace, and shared a lengthy, passionate kiss, while they guided their men backwards, until the brothers were faceup on the bed with them on top.
The sparkling eyes were treated to Mother Nature's exquisite changing art display as the fading orange rays of dusk illuminated the darkening sky, bringing an end to the planet's day shift and handing the earth over to the night shift's rising crescent moon and stars, which became more visible. The young man's sense of smell was not left out because just a hint of the aroma from the red roses decorating the duplex's front lawn was carried and distributed throughout the property by the slight breeze.
With a sigh of happiness, the pale-skinned male's eyes closed, his midsection, legs, and butt submerged into the hot, bubbling water, his back pressed into the padded light blue back rest, and his arms rested comfortably on the ledge, with his wine glass easily in reach. Boyish giggles floated out of his mouth, and he squirmed a little bit when the flowing water from one of the jets tickled the backsides of his nude legs and buttcheeks.
*****
Anyone who wasn't blind could see that Donald and Brent were identical twins. However, there was a way to tell them apart. Donald had a mole under his right eye, and Brent had a birthmark on the top of his left hand.
The two red-haired men, one dressed in a light green tank top, tan khaki cargo shorts, and black Nike slides, the other carried a backpack, slung over his left shoulder, wearing a gray tank top, purple basketball shorts, and tan flip-flops with a woven fabric thong, carefully crossed the street and crept onto the front porch of Kyle's and Jamie's home. The pair crouched down, peered into the dimly lit living room through the windows, and once they were confident no one was there, turned the doorknob and entered the domicile.
"We gotta make sure to remind our boys to lock the front door whenever they're not inside or downstairs," Donald said.
"Shh! We don't want to disturb them yet," Brent whispered.
The twins softly giggled as they swiftly but cautiously climbed the steps and entered Kyle's bedroom closet. From the clothes hamper, Donnie stole a rainbow-decorated ankle sock he'd always thought was cute, and Brent pilfered a pair of black and white zebra print bikini underwear, which happened to be his favorite article of clothing owned by his lover.
The sneaky, giggly brothers struck Jamie's clothes hamper next. Donnie took a pair of undies. He thought the tan boxers decorated with puppies playing with frisbees and kittens playing with balls of yarn were adorable on his man. His brother's choice was a particularly fragrant and slightly crusty red tank top Jamie wore while weightlifting a week ago.
"Sweet! We got our hunt items," they said in total unison with each other.
The two looked like mirror opposites as they moved in sync, placing each of their trophies into a Ziplock bag, sealing the packages, and dropping them into the bookbag Brent was carrying.
They stood at the top of the stairs and listened for any noises that weren't there when they went upstairs. After not hearing anything different, the guys dashed downstairs, out the door, and threw the bag into the backseat of Donald's dark red, Twenty-Twenty-Two, Dodge Charger.
"Got the gags and restraints?"
Brent answered his brother by nodding and handing him a length of rope and a red and white checkerboard square cloth.
The duo giggled and returned to their boys' place, where Donnie, who was the elder of the twins by two minutes, hid in the shadows of the front porch, while his brother went inside to search for his intended captive.
*****
Sweaty and sticky, Jamie paused at the bottom step of the duplex to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand. He climbed up to the porch and tested the doorknob.
*****
Brent slinked his way through the living room, into the kitchen, and outside, where he found his man, just waiting to be ambushed.
*****
Moving quickly, Donald jumped out from his place of hiding, wrapped his arms around the unsuspecting blonde, then swept the squirming man's legs out from under him and pinned him facedown to the wooden planks.
*****
Kyle was lost in his world of relaxation, while sipping his wine, and had no idea anyone was behind him until he was blindfolded.
*****
"What..."
Before Jamie could close his lips, a twisted piece of fabric was inserted into his mouth, between his teeth, and tied around the back of his head.
*****
Thinking quickly, Brent moved the wine glass to the safety of a wrought iron table. He was glad he did so, because Kyle instantly started struggling and thrashing as water went everywhere.
*****
Next, a blindfold stole Jamie's vision, then despite the efforts to find freedom and escape, the assailant pulled his arms behind his back and expertly tied his wrists together.
*****
The captor worked his hands under the pale armpits and gave them a quick tickle. Boyish giggles flowed from Kyle, like water from a spigot, as the brunette tried and failed to escape the sudden tickles.
*****
Donald had yet to speak a word while working. He trapped the flailing legs, bent them back, and tied the ankles together with the other end of the rope.
*****
Not wanting an escape to occur, Brent pulled his squirming boy from the hot tub, rolled him onto his stomach, and pinned his almost glowing, warm, fleshy butt cheeks between his muscle-toned legs. His seven-inch manhood was hard as a rock, feeling his mate's backside against it. "You're going nowhere, except with me, my sweet captive," he said.
*****
The seven-inch cock strained against the tan colored shorts as the grinning redhead watched his prey wriggle and squirm. His first utterance was, "Guess this should teach you and Ky to be more observant and to lock your doors when not at home or downstairs."
*****
Kyle shrieked with laughter and squealed when his boyfriend tickled his ribs. "I'm gonna make you pay for this, Brentwood," he tried to threaten, but the delivery fell flat amidst the laughs.
*****
The sound of screeching, high-pitched laughter floated along the night's breeze as Jamie's hips and the back of his thighs were squeezed and kneaded by his tickling assailant's ten fingers, which tickled the young blonde like crazy, and made his body lurch and writhe as much as his restraint would allow.
*****
"Oh, use of my full first name will get your feet tickled with a hairbrush, baby boy."
Brent chuckled while he hogtied his lover and tied the bandana around his head.
*****
"I'm sooo gonna kill my adorable and amazing boyfriend for this," was translated to and voiced as the muffled grunt of "Mmmph."
"Love ya too, my sexy and helpless baby boy," Donnie responded.
*****
Brent removed the gag and released his abductee's legs. Then the loving abductor slung the brunette over his right shoulder and carried him inside.
*****
Donnie kissed the sweaty forehead of his lover, removed the gag, untied his prize's legs, slung the male over his left shoulder, and carried him into the house.
In the hopes of being rescued, once they heard a door close, the clothed blonde and nude brunette each hollered, "Help! My boyfriend kidnapped me."
The brothers were giggling as they carried their boys into the living room, up the stairs, and into one of the bedrooms.
Knowing one another's natural scents, Kyle and Jamie knew from the smell that they were in the blonde's bedroom, despite being unable to see. The captives heard each other's girlish scream because their bodies were suddenly airborne, and landed with a grunt on the mattress.
Before they could think of a way to escape, the twins hogtied their treasures.
"Donnie grabbed me."
"Brent nabbed me."
"We're sooo getting the two of you for this," the captive pair said.
The sneakers were untied and removed from Jamie's feet, and the blonde scrunched his toes when he felt the top of his sock getting pulled down.
Brent smirked and playfully teased his brotherly friend.
"Aww, that's such a cute attempt. We both know you'll lose this sock the second your tickly foot experiences a little tickle, tickle."
The second the redhead's fingers stroked and danced along the fabric-protected sole, the helpless blonde's boyish laughter filled the bedroom, and another second later, his toes released their hold on the sock, and both feet were now bare.
"Would you like the honor of debriefing your lover, good sir?"
Brent's delivery was a horrible accent that was a weird combination of Irish and English. He knew it was awful, and his laughter joined in with the amused laughs of his companions.
"I get the honor of stripping my boy all the time, and none of us minds if you have fun removing his clothes.
While giggling, Jamie asked, "Speaking of clothes, what's this scavenger hunt you two goofs cooked up?"
"Yeah, and what are you guys planning on taking from me?"
"Oh, poor sweet, behind the times, Ky," Donald teased.
"We already got the items for the hunt," Brent exclaimed.
Before Kyle could say or ask anything else, the tickling attack launched on the back of his thighs sent the restrained male into a fit of uncontrollable, boisterous cackles. His body rocked back and forth, then wriggled side to side. His arms and legs struggled and pulled against the rope, but found no weakness in the knots.
Brent smiled and dug his fingers between Jamie's freshly bare-skinned rib cage, and the tickle-induced shrieking laughter joined with and fought his hysterical friend's laughs for whose was louder.
The twins enjoyed performing tests on various body parts to see which spot caused the best reaction. Donnie's tickling and nibbling of Kyle's toes garnered the redhead a string of almost ear-splitting, high-pitched squeals and giggles. However, the light strokes along Jamie's butt cheeks by Brent's fingertips brought forth gasps of silent laughter.
Donnie giggled and explored his ticklee's recessed belly button with one finger, and his other index finger lightly tickled and traced along the crevice's rim.
"Shit, not my belly button," Kyle screamed.
"You've just lost your privilege of tickling that spot," Jamie declared when the back of his thighs and their insides were kneaded and squeezed.
"Yeah, right, Babe. Like you'd ever deny Ky, Brent, or me access to an already agreed-upon tickle spot."
"Damnit! I love and sometimes hate that you can see right through me," Jamie shot back.
The ticklish pair were released, and while their boys shared a hot shower, the twins cleaned up any mess they had made. Afterward, one twin undressed the other while simultaneously being undressed by his sibling. Neither one knew how or when this tradition got started, and they didn't care to stop it. When they do it in front of their boyfriends, it gets the four of them horned up.
"You two are the best boyfriend and hopefully future brother-in-law ever," Kyle said.
"What he said, babe and bro," Jamie added.
The blonde and brunette wrapped their arms around their respective nude mate, drew the grinning gingers into a loving embrace, and shared a lengthy, passionate kiss, while they guided their men backwards, until the brothers were faceup on the bed with them on top.
