Ticklishboy30
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Randy, dressed in a pair of gray satiny basketball shorts, a crimson tank top that fit his upper body so perfectly that his pecs and perky nipples were clearly defined by the fabric, and tan flip flops, sat at a stoplight a block from his apartment. His fingers lightly combed through the shaggy dark auburn locks, covering his scalp seconds before the light changed and he turned left. He was excited about getting together with one of his favorite tickle fiction authors, and smiled as memories of Tickle Minion’s famous tickle parties flooded his mind. The 5’10”, 170 lbs man was a switch, he loved being tickled as much as he loved tickling, and was insanely ticklish, especially on the soles and toes of his size 11.5 feet. At the next stoplight, he quickly shot a text to Dan, letting him know his eta was about ten minutes.
The late afternoon sun’s amber rays beamed through the pristine windows of Dan’s beach house, bathing the author’s nude five-foot-eight-inch body in its warmth. The brunette’s olive-like toes twitched as he read the latest chapter of “Re-Organizing,” book five in one of his favorite story series, “New Reality,” by Justin4fun on gayauthors.org. As he read, his breath hitched, and his fingers mindlessly stroked his hardened shaft as cream dripped from the slightly pink cock head, pooling in his cavernous naval. The alarm on his phone brought him out of his sexually driven trance, making him jump from the surprise awakening.
“Fuck! I gotta get myself presentable. Randy’s almost here.”
He slipped his size 10 feet into the black flip flops peeking out from under the sofa before he rushed around, straightening the open concept living space. Once finished, he slipped the footwear off, placing them by the front door, then threw on his pink sleeveless shirt with dark blue feathers forming “I’m A Ticklish Tickler” written on the front, a pair of forest green cargo shorts.
Butterflies fluttered in the director’s stomach as he pulled into the author’s driveway. He was nervous because now that Dan was single, he was going to take a chance and ask him to be his boyfriend. Randy took a minute to collect himself before grabbing the bottle of White Zinfandel and getting out of his car.
When the front door opened, both men were momentarily speechless as each one beheld the vision of walking sexiness facing him.
“Hey... Um... Sorry for staring, I’m totally embarrassed. C’mon in and feel free to slip off your flip flops,” the barefoot host said, breaking the silence.
“Thanks, and you’re not alone, Dan. I’m right with ya in the embarrassment line.”
After the door closed, the guys hugged and kissed each other’s cheeks.
Randy boyishly giggled. He handed the slightly shorter man the wine and sheepishly said, “I brought you this.”
The brunette’s green eyes sparkled as he softly giggled in amusement over his guest’s uncharacteristic bashfulness, and his writer’s curiosity was going crazy trying to figure out the reason why.
“You’re so sweet and adorable, Randy.”
The taller guy blushed, and his hazel eyes twinkled.
“Why don’t you get comfortable on the sofa while I set this in the fridge. We can have it with dinner. That is, if you’re able to stay? I’m ordering Chinese.”
“I’m all yours, gorgeous.”
Dan chuckled at the sight of another cute blush coloring the redhead’s cheeks. “You’re gorgeous, too,” he softly responded.
The guys felt a spark that caused their cocks to jump as their fingertips touched, which made them gasp.
“Would you like a glass of Merlot?”
“Perfect.”
Thanks to all the tickle parties, Randy and Dan knew each other’s tickle spots and loved exploiting them every chance they got. The shaggy-haired redhead’s eyes sparkled as he gave in to the playful mischief streak coursing through him and quietly approached the raven-haired man.
Dan stood at the granite countertop, about to retrieve a couple of wine glasses from the cabinet. The second his arms were raised, his guest’s slender fingers lightly stroked and tickled his slightly clammy and almost hairless pit hollows. Usually, a much firmer touch was required to make him react, but since he wasn’t expecting them, the tickles took the young man by surprise. His arms flew down and pressed against his sides, hissing giggles escaped his parted lips, and his body twisted and squirmed.
“Fuck! Those giggles are so sexy.”
The whispered compliment caused both men to lightly blush.
“You’re totally going down for this surprise tickle attack.”
Randy chuckled. “Did you happen to forget that my fingers are still in your vulnerable hollows?” he teasingly asked.
Electricity flowed between them, and their cocks plumped.
“Shit!”
That was the last thing the shorter of the pair said before fingers rapidly pressed into the soft, sensitive skin of his armpits, treating the ticklish hollows like a typewriter, and the brunette fell to his knees, laughing like a hyena.
“Coochie, coochie.”
“Fuck! Don’t add the damn tickle teasing.”
Two minutes passed before the tickle attack ended. Randy smiled as he pulled the homeowner to his feet and lifted him off the floor in a bear hug.
“Hey, put me down, ya big lug. Don’t make me get rough with you,” Dan playfully threatened while laughing.
Inside, the young man savored the playful interaction and couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for his guest. Ever since he laid eyes on the tickle-loving redhead, he wanted to get closer to Randy, but because of previous relationships he was in, he couldn’t act on his secret desires. After he was back on his feet, Dan wrapped his arms around his grinning tickler.
“You just broke a newly created house rule.”
Randy chuckled and asked, “What rule is that?”
“No tickling the homeowner before the guest is tickled.”
“That’s one of those rules that’s meant to be broken.”
Green eyes slightly narrowed. Then, without any warning, Dan spun his giggling guest around so that he faced the kitchen wall and was bent over the countertop. Randy squirmed, but only half-heartedly tried to get loose as his soles slid along the lightly colored laminate flooring. A second later, boisterous cackling filled the home’s first floor because the redhead’s hips were under a tickle attack.
“I love it when my guest is this ticklish.”
“Fuck! Your fingers are totally lethal weapons of mass ticklish destruction.”
“True! I’ve even got the certificate from the government stating that very fact.”
The two cocks were hard as rocks, and the tickler’s manhood fit perfectly between his victim’s fabric-clad ass cheeks.
Randy shrieked and writhed when the tickling moved to his stomach. “Shit! Not my belly button, Dan,” he cried while squealing like crazy when the tip of the devious pinkie finger explored his deeply recessed naval.
The brunette snickered. He stopped tickling and embraced the panting, sweat-soaked guy.
“The game is totally on,” Randy said while giggling.
“That it is, giggle boy.”
Dan stepped back, allowing his former victim to stretch before heading for the sofa. He licked his lips while watching the other man’s firm ass as he walked into the living room.
After an hour of brainstorming ideas, the guys were sporting lengthened and hard cocks. They softly groaned while stretching, and then leaned back against the sofa arms, facing one another, with their feet in each other’s laps.
Dan closed his eyes as he lifted his guest’s right side bare foot up to his face, and deeply inhaled the enticing aroma as the tip of his nose lightly ran back and forth along the base of the appendage’s twitching toes. Light airy giggles floated into his ears, his butt slightly squirmed on the cushions, and his hand gently rubbed his manhood. His warm, moist tongue slid across his lips, his feet moved away from grasping range, he tightened the grip on the other man’s ankle, and without warning, his fingers danced and slid along the sole.
Randy’s eyes widened, his airy giggles became more pronounced as they morphed into full-blown squeals, and his legs pumped back and forth in a useless attempt to free the trapped ankle.
“So, wanna tell me why you’ve been so shy?”
The tickling changed to a comforting massage.
The ginger’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times while he tried to decide how to word the response.
“Tickles resume in five... four... three... two... one...”
This time, both ankles were trapped in the crook of the shorter man’s arm, and his fingernails lightly and rapidly strummed vertically along the length of the helpless and very ticklish soles.
“Not the nails...” Randy cried seconds before dissolving into riotous, shrieking laughter. His eyes squeezed shut, his head turned left to right, and his body convulsed and shook. The redhead’s butt lifted off the sofa, and his back arched while trying to wriggle and writhe his way to freedom.
Two minutes passed before the tickling ceased and gave way to a massage.
“You’re so gonna regret that when I get my hands on you.”
“Five... Four... Three...”
“Ok! You win... I’ll tell you, and I just hope nothing is ruined because I’m really enjoying our time together.”
Dan sat up. He pulled the emotional man into a warm embrace and kissed his cheek.
“I promise to be open-minded and will do my best to keep things between us the way they are now.”
Randy sighed and melted into the soothing show of affection.
“I’m attracted to you, and now that you’re single, I’m hoping you’ll consider being my boyfriend.”
Dan smiled and tightened the embrace.
“I’ve been attracted to you since the first time we met at the fetish club’s tickle games night. I’d love to be your boyfriend, and I think we’ll make an amazing power couple.”
No words were spoken as clothing was shed before the two pairs of quivering lips touched, and eyes closed. Breathy moans and breath were exchanged, slender fingers pressed into and massaged smooth, warm skin, and matching rock-hard cocks caressed and rubbed against each other.
“I’m betting I can get my sexy new lover into his sling before he can get me into it,” Randy said between kisses.
Just as he was about to give one of his signature snarky remarks, the brunette yelped as his waist was grabbed, and he was slung over his mate’s broad shoulder. “Hey, you’re fuckin’ cheating,” he stated while being carried into his playroom.
The playful abductor snickered and giggled while slapping the firm butt cheeks pressed against his cheek.
Dan yelped. He continued to struggle uselessly and protest his treatment.
Once inside the unoccupied space, the light switch was flipped, illuminating the dark red walls and black molding of the bedroom designated for bondage and tickle fun. There was a set of stocks in one corner, in another corner was a St. Andrew’s Cross, and in the center was a sling, suspended from the ceiling with thick and heavy chains. In the closet, there was a mini fridge filled with bottles of water, so no one got dehydrated while playing.
“If you don’t release me...” The captive’s statement was abruptly halted, and boisterous, hissing laughter flowed freely because his sides were being kneaded and randomly poked.
“You’re all mine, loverboy,” Randy said while giggling as he placed the animated body in the sling.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ make you sorry for this, Bear.”
Dan squirmed and did everything he could to find freedom, but all he managed to do was make it easy for the redhead to grab his wrists and ankles one by one and render him helpless.
“I know you will, my fiery mate, and I look forward to your revenge.”
Drops of precum splashed on the plastic-covered laminate flooring from the cock heads.
Ten toes scrunched and wiggled in response to the fingers poking and wiggling around the open pit hollows as laughter and hollered cuss words were forced from the ticklish homeowner. The smiling tickler’s eyes sparkled with sheer enjoyment as he savored every moment of having unrestricted access to the object of his lustful desires. Teeth gently nibbled on the erect pink nipples, causing the boyish squeaks that mixed and mingled with the other sounds bouncing around the soundproof walls. The suspended body writhed and wriggled, bouncing up and down.
“Fuck! You’re hot, Dan. I’ve fantasized about having unfettered access to you.”
“You’re a fantasy of mine, too, my sexy Bear. I’m so fuckin’ turned on.”
Tickling and feet were Randy’s main fetishes, but the redhead also loved licking and tasting a guy's hot, sweaty body. He stood between the helpless stud’s legs and grinned as he decided where to start enjoying the living buffet hanging there for his ultimate pleasure.
Dan’s eyes closed. He gasped and moaned as his newly acquired boyfriend’s tongue slowly licked up and down the length of his left sole. Feeling the warm, moist organ, exploring the fleshy, unblemished terrain made his hardened manhood jump and leak. Husky giggles flowed like a gentle stream when his heel was carefully nibbled.
“Damn! I’m not gonna last much longer,” Randy muttered. Before a response could be spoken, his stiff tongue poked and gently entered the brunette’s tangy, sweat-coated hole, and licked along the hot walls. “Fuck! You taste amazing.”
The author was unable to form a coherent thought, as if his mind’s deep well of words and their meanings had run dry. His eyes were glazed over, his body squirmed, his back arched, and his head was tilted back, exposing his Adam’s apple.
Randy wrapped his lips around the generous cock, and began sucking while one hand pumped his cock, and the index finger of his free hand slowly entered his lover’s ass, searching for that magic spot that makes every man orgasm. Dan’s ass muscles clenched and unclenched as his butt cheeks wriggled in the fabric supporting them. It wasn’t long before the redhead’s cum exploded from him, and a minute or two later, his mouth was filled with cream.
“You’re never leaving,” Dan managed to say between his panting.
“Ditto,” was all Randy could think to say.
Covered in sweat and cum, the guys shared a passionate kiss.
The late afternoon sun’s amber rays beamed through the pristine windows of Dan’s beach house, bathing the author’s nude five-foot-eight-inch body in its warmth. The brunette’s olive-like toes twitched as he read the latest chapter of “Re-Organizing,” book five in one of his favorite story series, “New Reality,” by Justin4fun on gayauthors.org. As he read, his breath hitched, and his fingers mindlessly stroked his hardened shaft as cream dripped from the slightly pink cock head, pooling in his cavernous naval. The alarm on his phone brought him out of his sexually driven trance, making him jump from the surprise awakening.
“Fuck! I gotta get myself presentable. Randy’s almost here.”
He slipped his size 10 feet into the black flip flops peeking out from under the sofa before he rushed around, straightening the open concept living space. Once finished, he slipped the footwear off, placing them by the front door, then threw on his pink sleeveless shirt with dark blue feathers forming “I’m A Ticklish Tickler” written on the front, a pair of forest green cargo shorts.
Butterflies fluttered in the director’s stomach as he pulled into the author’s driveway. He was nervous because now that Dan was single, he was going to take a chance and ask him to be his boyfriend. Randy took a minute to collect himself before grabbing the bottle of White Zinfandel and getting out of his car.
When the front door opened, both men were momentarily speechless as each one beheld the vision of walking sexiness facing him.
“Hey... Um... Sorry for staring, I’m totally embarrassed. C’mon in and feel free to slip off your flip flops,” the barefoot host said, breaking the silence.
“Thanks, and you’re not alone, Dan. I’m right with ya in the embarrassment line.”
After the door closed, the guys hugged and kissed each other’s cheeks.
Randy boyishly giggled. He handed the slightly shorter man the wine and sheepishly said, “I brought you this.”
The brunette’s green eyes sparkled as he softly giggled in amusement over his guest’s uncharacteristic bashfulness, and his writer’s curiosity was going crazy trying to figure out the reason why.
“You’re so sweet and adorable, Randy.”
The taller guy blushed, and his hazel eyes twinkled.
“Why don’t you get comfortable on the sofa while I set this in the fridge. We can have it with dinner. That is, if you’re able to stay? I’m ordering Chinese.”
“I’m all yours, gorgeous.”
Dan chuckled at the sight of another cute blush coloring the redhead’s cheeks. “You’re gorgeous, too,” he softly responded.
The guys felt a spark that caused their cocks to jump as their fingertips touched, which made them gasp.
“Would you like a glass of Merlot?”
“Perfect.”
Thanks to all the tickle parties, Randy and Dan knew each other’s tickle spots and loved exploiting them every chance they got. The shaggy-haired redhead’s eyes sparkled as he gave in to the playful mischief streak coursing through him and quietly approached the raven-haired man.
Dan stood at the granite countertop, about to retrieve a couple of wine glasses from the cabinet. The second his arms were raised, his guest’s slender fingers lightly stroked and tickled his slightly clammy and almost hairless pit hollows. Usually, a much firmer touch was required to make him react, but since he wasn’t expecting them, the tickles took the young man by surprise. His arms flew down and pressed against his sides, hissing giggles escaped his parted lips, and his body twisted and squirmed.
“Fuck! Those giggles are so sexy.”
The whispered compliment caused both men to lightly blush.
“You’re totally going down for this surprise tickle attack.”
Randy chuckled. “Did you happen to forget that my fingers are still in your vulnerable hollows?” he teasingly asked.
Electricity flowed between them, and their cocks plumped.
“Shit!”
That was the last thing the shorter of the pair said before fingers rapidly pressed into the soft, sensitive skin of his armpits, treating the ticklish hollows like a typewriter, and the brunette fell to his knees, laughing like a hyena.
“Coochie, coochie.”
“Fuck! Don’t add the damn tickle teasing.”
Two minutes passed before the tickle attack ended. Randy smiled as he pulled the homeowner to his feet and lifted him off the floor in a bear hug.
“Hey, put me down, ya big lug. Don’t make me get rough with you,” Dan playfully threatened while laughing.
Inside, the young man savored the playful interaction and couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for his guest. Ever since he laid eyes on the tickle-loving redhead, he wanted to get closer to Randy, but because of previous relationships he was in, he couldn’t act on his secret desires. After he was back on his feet, Dan wrapped his arms around his grinning tickler.
“You just broke a newly created house rule.”
Randy chuckled and asked, “What rule is that?”
“No tickling the homeowner before the guest is tickled.”
“That’s one of those rules that’s meant to be broken.”
Green eyes slightly narrowed. Then, without any warning, Dan spun his giggling guest around so that he faced the kitchen wall and was bent over the countertop. Randy squirmed, but only half-heartedly tried to get loose as his soles slid along the lightly colored laminate flooring. A second later, boisterous cackling filled the home’s first floor because the redhead’s hips were under a tickle attack.
“I love it when my guest is this ticklish.”
“Fuck! Your fingers are totally lethal weapons of mass ticklish destruction.”
“True! I’ve even got the certificate from the government stating that very fact.”
The two cocks were hard as rocks, and the tickler’s manhood fit perfectly between his victim’s fabric-clad ass cheeks.
Randy shrieked and writhed when the tickling moved to his stomach. “Shit! Not my belly button, Dan,” he cried while squealing like crazy when the tip of the devious pinkie finger explored his deeply recessed naval.
The brunette snickered. He stopped tickling and embraced the panting, sweat-soaked guy.
“The game is totally on,” Randy said while giggling.
“That it is, giggle boy.”
Dan stepped back, allowing his former victim to stretch before heading for the sofa. He licked his lips while watching the other man’s firm ass as he walked into the living room.
After an hour of brainstorming ideas, the guys were sporting lengthened and hard cocks. They softly groaned while stretching, and then leaned back against the sofa arms, facing one another, with their feet in each other’s laps.
Dan closed his eyes as he lifted his guest’s right side bare foot up to his face, and deeply inhaled the enticing aroma as the tip of his nose lightly ran back and forth along the base of the appendage’s twitching toes. Light airy giggles floated into his ears, his butt slightly squirmed on the cushions, and his hand gently rubbed his manhood. His warm, moist tongue slid across his lips, his feet moved away from grasping range, he tightened the grip on the other man’s ankle, and without warning, his fingers danced and slid along the sole.
Randy’s eyes widened, his airy giggles became more pronounced as they morphed into full-blown squeals, and his legs pumped back and forth in a useless attempt to free the trapped ankle.
“So, wanna tell me why you’ve been so shy?”
The tickling changed to a comforting massage.
The ginger’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times while he tried to decide how to word the response.
“Tickles resume in five... four... three... two... one...”
This time, both ankles were trapped in the crook of the shorter man’s arm, and his fingernails lightly and rapidly strummed vertically along the length of the helpless and very ticklish soles.
“Not the nails...” Randy cried seconds before dissolving into riotous, shrieking laughter. His eyes squeezed shut, his head turned left to right, and his body convulsed and shook. The redhead’s butt lifted off the sofa, and his back arched while trying to wriggle and writhe his way to freedom.
Two minutes passed before the tickling ceased and gave way to a massage.
“You’re so gonna regret that when I get my hands on you.”
“Five... Four... Three...”
“Ok! You win... I’ll tell you, and I just hope nothing is ruined because I’m really enjoying our time together.”
Dan sat up. He pulled the emotional man into a warm embrace and kissed his cheek.
“I promise to be open-minded and will do my best to keep things between us the way they are now.”
Randy sighed and melted into the soothing show of affection.
“I’m attracted to you, and now that you’re single, I’m hoping you’ll consider being my boyfriend.”
Dan smiled and tightened the embrace.
“I’ve been attracted to you since the first time we met at the fetish club’s tickle games night. I’d love to be your boyfriend, and I think we’ll make an amazing power couple.”
No words were spoken as clothing was shed before the two pairs of quivering lips touched, and eyes closed. Breathy moans and breath were exchanged, slender fingers pressed into and massaged smooth, warm skin, and matching rock-hard cocks caressed and rubbed against each other.
“I’m betting I can get my sexy new lover into his sling before he can get me into it,” Randy said between kisses.
Just as he was about to give one of his signature snarky remarks, the brunette yelped as his waist was grabbed, and he was slung over his mate’s broad shoulder. “Hey, you’re fuckin’ cheating,” he stated while being carried into his playroom.
The playful abductor snickered and giggled while slapping the firm butt cheeks pressed against his cheek.
Dan yelped. He continued to struggle uselessly and protest his treatment.
Once inside the unoccupied space, the light switch was flipped, illuminating the dark red walls and black molding of the bedroom designated for bondage and tickle fun. There was a set of stocks in one corner, in another corner was a St. Andrew’s Cross, and in the center was a sling, suspended from the ceiling with thick and heavy chains. In the closet, there was a mini fridge filled with bottles of water, so no one got dehydrated while playing.
“If you don’t release me...” The captive’s statement was abruptly halted, and boisterous, hissing laughter flowed freely because his sides were being kneaded and randomly poked.
“You’re all mine, loverboy,” Randy said while giggling as he placed the animated body in the sling.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ make you sorry for this, Bear.”
Dan squirmed and did everything he could to find freedom, but all he managed to do was make it easy for the redhead to grab his wrists and ankles one by one and render him helpless.
“I know you will, my fiery mate, and I look forward to your revenge.”
Drops of precum splashed on the plastic-covered laminate flooring from the cock heads.
Ten toes scrunched and wiggled in response to the fingers poking and wiggling around the open pit hollows as laughter and hollered cuss words were forced from the ticklish homeowner. The smiling tickler’s eyes sparkled with sheer enjoyment as he savored every moment of having unrestricted access to the object of his lustful desires. Teeth gently nibbled on the erect pink nipples, causing the boyish squeaks that mixed and mingled with the other sounds bouncing around the soundproof walls. The suspended body writhed and wriggled, bouncing up and down.
“Fuck! You’re hot, Dan. I’ve fantasized about having unfettered access to you.”
“You’re a fantasy of mine, too, my sexy Bear. I’m so fuckin’ turned on.”
Tickling and feet were Randy’s main fetishes, but the redhead also loved licking and tasting a guy's hot, sweaty body. He stood between the helpless stud’s legs and grinned as he decided where to start enjoying the living buffet hanging there for his ultimate pleasure.
Dan’s eyes closed. He gasped and moaned as his newly acquired boyfriend’s tongue slowly licked up and down the length of his left sole. Feeling the warm, moist organ, exploring the fleshy, unblemished terrain made his hardened manhood jump and leak. Husky giggles flowed like a gentle stream when his heel was carefully nibbled.
“Damn! I’m not gonna last much longer,” Randy muttered. Before a response could be spoken, his stiff tongue poked and gently entered the brunette’s tangy, sweat-coated hole, and licked along the hot walls. “Fuck! You taste amazing.”
The author was unable to form a coherent thought, as if his mind’s deep well of words and their meanings had run dry. His eyes were glazed over, his body squirmed, his back arched, and his head was tilted back, exposing his Adam’s apple.
Randy wrapped his lips around the generous cock, and began sucking while one hand pumped his cock, and the index finger of his free hand slowly entered his lover’s ass, searching for that magic spot that makes every man orgasm. Dan’s ass muscles clenched and unclenched as his butt cheeks wriggled in the fabric supporting them. It wasn’t long before the redhead’s cum exploded from him, and a minute or two later, his mouth was filled with cream.
“You’re never leaving,” Dan managed to say between his panting.
“Ditto,” was all Randy could think to say.
Covered in sweat and cum, the guys shared a passionate kiss.
