Ticklishboy30
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- Jun 22, 2010
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Thirty-eight-year-old John Peyton woke up from his uninterrupted slumber, feeling rejuvenated and grateful for having a week-long vacation.
The short-haired, five-foot-eleven, hundred-and-ninety-five pound brunette sat up and yawned, then softly chuckled when he heard popping sounds from his stiff joints and felt the muscles in his arms and back strain as he stretched. Ten lollipop-shaped toes wiggled and flexed, followed by his size nine-and-a-half bare feet slowly moving back and forth, which caused the creamy paler-skinned soles and slightly defined arches to wrinkle and curve.
He gently rubbed the sleep dirt from his brown eyes, slipped his feet into the black slippers sitting on the light wood-grained laminate flooring between the queen-sized bed frame and the warm, caramel-colored wall, threw on a pair of boxer briefs decorated with the red Power Ranger, pulled on the blue Power Ranger bathrobe he'd gotten this past Christmas from Chip, his lover and best friend, and swiftly headed for the bathroom across the hall. His next destination was the kitchen to fix his first cup of coffee and cook breakfast. It wasn't too long before the scent of coffee, sizzling bacon, freshly baked biscuits, and scrambled eggs with cheese filled the home's first level and delighted the cook's senses.
The morning sun made the curly, shoulder-length platinum blonde locks of hair sprouting from Chip Langston's thirty-five-year-old scalp shimmer and shine as he slowly drove his forest green Ford Mustang along Lake Side Avenue and parked his convertible in front of his boyfriend's modest two-story Cape Cod. The six-foot-tall hundred-and-seventy-pound male locked the doors, activated the alarm, then smiled as he bounded up the five steps to the generously sized front porch and used his key to quietly slip into his lover's home.
He softly closed and locked the door before shedding his black leather jacket and hanging it in the coat closet. His long, slender fingers and uncalloused hands smoothed out the black long-sleeved shirt with "Keep Calm and Let's Tickle Each Other" written in large neon pink block lettering on the front. Next, the blonde toed off his sneakers and put them in the closet. His size eleven feet, clad in light green ankle socks decorated with adorably posed puppies and kittens, tiptoed across the open-concept living and dining area. He flattened his muscle-toned legs encased in tight light blue jeans that accentuated his tight ass and upper body against the kitchen doorway to silently watch his gorgeous lover. As soon as the unsuspecting homeowner was empty-handed, Chip crept up behind him and lightly tickled his mate's hips while whispering, "Coochie, coochie, Johnny."
"Chipper!"
John's mid range baritone laughter filled the kitchen as his body jerked, comically twisted, and doubled over.
"I love your boyish laughter, my sexy mate."
Even after the tickles ceased, the slightly older brunette continued giggling, and his blushing face pressed into the taller, more muscular man's firm chest.
John raised his head, and smiling, he said, "Love you, Chipper."
Chip chuckled and nuzzled his lover's nose with his before replying, "Not more than I love my giggly Johnny-Bear."
The men shared a soft and loving kiss before separating.
"Are you hungry, babe," John asked as he handed the blonde a steamy cup of coffee.
"Does tickling your feet make you squeal and giggle like an adorable little boy?"
John smirked as he playfully tickled his mate's jeans-clad ass cheeks and chuckled when Chip did a crazy rubbery dance while squealing and giggling.
"I'm soooo getting you back, babe."
"If I let you," John snarkily shot back.
Chip grinned as he wrapped his arms around his playful mate, then licked his lips before bending forward to place his parted mouth on the shorter man's stomach and blowing raspberries on the slightly fleshy spot. Not even one second ticked by before his boyfriend's shrieking laughter flew from his mouth as John's writhing body tried to break free of the inescapable embrace.
"You're such a cheater," John squealed.
The playful tickler's eyes sparkled as his warm, moist tongue slipped in and around the walls of his giggling lover's deep belly button crevice.
"Oh shit! Not there."
The howling laughter changed into high-pitched squeaks and squeals. Chip stopped the ticklish assault and lovingly cradled John and kissed his soft lips as the giggles continued while they settled down.
"You are the most amazing man I've ever been with," John exclaimed.
The younger blonde's cheeks blushed from the compliment.
"You're the first guy who's been into the same things as me."
The guys shared another kiss before Chip set the breakfast table and John plated the food. The jovial pair took turns randomly making each other jump, squirm, and giggle while chatting during their meal. After eating, the duo quickly cleaned the kitchen, filled the dishwasher, and went upstairs to spend some time together.
John shed his bathrobe, then stood by the bed in his underwear as Chip removed his shirt and jeans and smiled when he saw the black Power Ranger boxer briefs he'd bought his mate five months ago for their first month anniversary. "You're sexy," they said in unison before boyishly giggling.
Chip grinned as he gently pushed his boyfriend onto the bed and straddled his legs. He pulled the giggling brunette's arms over his head and restrained his willing captive's wrists with the padded cuffs that were attached to the bedposts. His tongue slowly licked across his lips at the sight of the exposed cavernous pit hollows.
"What do you think should be done with this amazingly hot and helpless body?"
John blushed at the question and loved how it made him feel inside. Chip was the first guy to find him sexy and who actually wanted to play with him the way he liked. He felt like luck was finally on his side when he met his boyfriend because they were both asexual and were into the same fetishes.
The tips of his captor's index fingers slowly traced a tiny circle in the center of his vulnerable ticklish armpits so lightly they barely connected with the slightly hairy skin. His body writhed back and forth, then side to side along the sage-colored cotton sheets, and airy giggles floated from inside him and filled the room with their melodic tone.
"Fuck! That tickles like crazy."
Chip chuckled and replied, "It's supposed to, Blue Ranger. I know all the Power Ranger's weaknesses and decided to start with yours. Now, where's your headquarters?"
John did his best to look defiant and shot back, "I'm never telling you. My team's already on their way to rescue me, you fake Black Ranger."
"Such brave words coming from one unable to retaliate."
Smirking, Chip gently pulled his victim's left leg taut, buckled the padded cuff around the attached ankle, and then did the same to the right appendage. His sparkling eyes glittered as he watched the enticing bare toes on each foot wiggle and flex. To him, John's feet were exquisitely beautiful and fueled his foot fetish. The memory of when he discovered the secret to solving the puzzle of unlocking the ticklishness of his brown-haired, brown-eyed man's feet played in his mind and made him smile. "Do you mind if I just play with your body without it being an interrogation scene," he asked while lovingly stroking the pinkish cheeks of the man who'd stolen his heart.
"Of course you can, Chip. I'm yours," John paused as he chuckled and added, "and not just because I'm restrained."
The younger man's childlike giggle and joyful squeal made the brunette's heart melt.
Seconds after the tip of his mate's moist tongue ran along the edges of his ribs, John instantly squealed and uncontrollably giggled. When the tongue swirled around the walls surrounding his recessed belly button, the squealing and giggling increased, his back involuntarily arched as the rest of his body squirmed, his arms and legs helplessly pulled at the cuffs that kept him bound to the bed.
Chip's eyes sparkled, and his heart overflowed with love for the fun reaction he caused. "I love that my Johnny-Bear's such a tickly little boy," he teasingly stated.
John giggled and blushed as he said, "I'm not a tickly little boy."
"Really? You're not tickly?"
"Nope!"
"Not even here?"
The question was followed by five fingers gently kneading and squeezing slightly above the left and right sides of the giggling captive's hips. The response elicited was the howls of boisterous laughter that burst from the brunette's mouth and bounced off the bedroom walls and ceiling.
"Not there," John hollered amid the shrieking cackles.
The playful tickler chuckled and kissed his laughing subject's warm, pale, quaking stomach.
"Oh, not ticklish there?"
"Not what I meant," John said while still giggling.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to try another spot."
"Not gonna find one."
Chip smirked and acted like he was lost in his thoughts while gazing at the dampened pit hairs glistening with sweat. "Let's try these delicious-looking pit hollows."
John was already wriggling and squeaking as his brown eyes darted left to right, watching the hands with their five twitching fingers hovering precariously over one of his most ticklish spots. The wait was agonizing while he tried to anticipate the tickles about to strike.
"What's wrong, baby boy? Is little Johnny-Bear ticklish in his tasty pits?"
The teasing question only made the anticipation worse for John as he gulped. In all honesty, he loved how the stalling tactics set his body on fire and the way the electric energy tingled. The long, animated fingers were slowly getting closer to the stretched skin and soft hairs in his exposed hollows.
"Oh, my, how those lips quiver, and me thinks the sound of a helpless tickly Bear's squealing giggles will soon be heard."
When Chip finished speaking, his wiggling fingers made contact with the open armpits, and every feathery-light stroking fingertip caused his lover's high-pitched squeals and boyish giggles.
"Not fair," John screeched.
The brunette's plump ass bounced up and down on the mattress, his toes curled, his defined arches curved, and his soles wrinkled.
"Is this more fair?"
Chip grinned as he leaned forward and blew raspberries on the ticklish man's stomach while continuing to teasingly tickle the slightly hairy pits.
"Not the raspberries," John squealed.
"Who's my amazingly adorable giggly and tickly baby bear," Chip asked as he changed spots and gently kneaded the man's inner thighs. "Coochie coochie, on the baby boy's sexy and ticklish inner thighs."
"I... Give... It's me. I'm your adorable giggly and tickly baby bear," John exclaimed while boisterously laughing and writhing.
Chip chuckled while releasing his lover and wrapping his arms around the still-giggling man. "I love you, Johnny-Bear."
"Not as much as I love my Chipper-Cub."
The short-haired, five-foot-eleven, hundred-and-ninety-five pound brunette sat up and yawned, then softly chuckled when he heard popping sounds from his stiff joints and felt the muscles in his arms and back strain as he stretched. Ten lollipop-shaped toes wiggled and flexed, followed by his size nine-and-a-half bare feet slowly moving back and forth, which caused the creamy paler-skinned soles and slightly defined arches to wrinkle and curve.
He gently rubbed the sleep dirt from his brown eyes, slipped his feet into the black slippers sitting on the light wood-grained laminate flooring between the queen-sized bed frame and the warm, caramel-colored wall, threw on a pair of boxer briefs decorated with the red Power Ranger, pulled on the blue Power Ranger bathrobe he'd gotten this past Christmas from Chip, his lover and best friend, and swiftly headed for the bathroom across the hall. His next destination was the kitchen to fix his first cup of coffee and cook breakfast. It wasn't too long before the scent of coffee, sizzling bacon, freshly baked biscuits, and scrambled eggs with cheese filled the home's first level and delighted the cook's senses.
The morning sun made the curly, shoulder-length platinum blonde locks of hair sprouting from Chip Langston's thirty-five-year-old scalp shimmer and shine as he slowly drove his forest green Ford Mustang along Lake Side Avenue and parked his convertible in front of his boyfriend's modest two-story Cape Cod. The six-foot-tall hundred-and-seventy-pound male locked the doors, activated the alarm, then smiled as he bounded up the five steps to the generously sized front porch and used his key to quietly slip into his lover's home.
He softly closed and locked the door before shedding his black leather jacket and hanging it in the coat closet. His long, slender fingers and uncalloused hands smoothed out the black long-sleeved shirt with "Keep Calm and Let's Tickle Each Other" written in large neon pink block lettering on the front. Next, the blonde toed off his sneakers and put them in the closet. His size eleven feet, clad in light green ankle socks decorated with adorably posed puppies and kittens, tiptoed across the open-concept living and dining area. He flattened his muscle-toned legs encased in tight light blue jeans that accentuated his tight ass and upper body against the kitchen doorway to silently watch his gorgeous lover. As soon as the unsuspecting homeowner was empty-handed, Chip crept up behind him and lightly tickled his mate's hips while whispering, "Coochie, coochie, Johnny."
"Chipper!"
John's mid range baritone laughter filled the kitchen as his body jerked, comically twisted, and doubled over.
"I love your boyish laughter, my sexy mate."
Even after the tickles ceased, the slightly older brunette continued giggling, and his blushing face pressed into the taller, more muscular man's firm chest.
John raised his head, and smiling, he said, "Love you, Chipper."
Chip chuckled and nuzzled his lover's nose with his before replying, "Not more than I love my giggly Johnny-Bear."
The men shared a soft and loving kiss before separating.
"Are you hungry, babe," John asked as he handed the blonde a steamy cup of coffee.
"Does tickling your feet make you squeal and giggle like an adorable little boy?"
John smirked as he playfully tickled his mate's jeans-clad ass cheeks and chuckled when Chip did a crazy rubbery dance while squealing and giggling.
"I'm soooo getting you back, babe."
"If I let you," John snarkily shot back.
Chip grinned as he wrapped his arms around his playful mate, then licked his lips before bending forward to place his parted mouth on the shorter man's stomach and blowing raspberries on the slightly fleshy spot. Not even one second ticked by before his boyfriend's shrieking laughter flew from his mouth as John's writhing body tried to break free of the inescapable embrace.
"You're such a cheater," John squealed.
The playful tickler's eyes sparkled as his warm, moist tongue slipped in and around the walls of his giggling lover's deep belly button crevice.
"Oh shit! Not there."
The howling laughter changed into high-pitched squeaks and squeals. Chip stopped the ticklish assault and lovingly cradled John and kissed his soft lips as the giggles continued while they settled down.
"You are the most amazing man I've ever been with," John exclaimed.
The younger blonde's cheeks blushed from the compliment.
"You're the first guy who's been into the same things as me."
The guys shared another kiss before Chip set the breakfast table and John plated the food. The jovial pair took turns randomly making each other jump, squirm, and giggle while chatting during their meal. After eating, the duo quickly cleaned the kitchen, filled the dishwasher, and went upstairs to spend some time together.
John shed his bathrobe, then stood by the bed in his underwear as Chip removed his shirt and jeans and smiled when he saw the black Power Ranger boxer briefs he'd bought his mate five months ago for their first month anniversary. "You're sexy," they said in unison before boyishly giggling.
Chip grinned as he gently pushed his boyfriend onto the bed and straddled his legs. He pulled the giggling brunette's arms over his head and restrained his willing captive's wrists with the padded cuffs that were attached to the bedposts. His tongue slowly licked across his lips at the sight of the exposed cavernous pit hollows.
"What do you think should be done with this amazingly hot and helpless body?"
John blushed at the question and loved how it made him feel inside. Chip was the first guy to find him sexy and who actually wanted to play with him the way he liked. He felt like luck was finally on his side when he met his boyfriend because they were both asexual and were into the same fetishes.
The tips of his captor's index fingers slowly traced a tiny circle in the center of his vulnerable ticklish armpits so lightly they barely connected with the slightly hairy skin. His body writhed back and forth, then side to side along the sage-colored cotton sheets, and airy giggles floated from inside him and filled the room with their melodic tone.
"Fuck! That tickles like crazy."
Chip chuckled and replied, "It's supposed to, Blue Ranger. I know all the Power Ranger's weaknesses and decided to start with yours. Now, where's your headquarters?"
John did his best to look defiant and shot back, "I'm never telling you. My team's already on their way to rescue me, you fake Black Ranger."
"Such brave words coming from one unable to retaliate."
Smirking, Chip gently pulled his victim's left leg taut, buckled the padded cuff around the attached ankle, and then did the same to the right appendage. His sparkling eyes glittered as he watched the enticing bare toes on each foot wiggle and flex. To him, John's feet were exquisitely beautiful and fueled his foot fetish. The memory of when he discovered the secret to solving the puzzle of unlocking the ticklishness of his brown-haired, brown-eyed man's feet played in his mind and made him smile. "Do you mind if I just play with your body without it being an interrogation scene," he asked while lovingly stroking the pinkish cheeks of the man who'd stolen his heart.
"Of course you can, Chip. I'm yours," John paused as he chuckled and added, "and not just because I'm restrained."
The younger man's childlike giggle and joyful squeal made the brunette's heart melt.
Seconds after the tip of his mate's moist tongue ran along the edges of his ribs, John instantly squealed and uncontrollably giggled. When the tongue swirled around the walls surrounding his recessed belly button, the squealing and giggling increased, his back involuntarily arched as the rest of his body squirmed, his arms and legs helplessly pulled at the cuffs that kept him bound to the bed.
Chip's eyes sparkled, and his heart overflowed with love for the fun reaction he caused. "I love that my Johnny-Bear's such a tickly little boy," he teasingly stated.
John giggled and blushed as he said, "I'm not a tickly little boy."
"Really? You're not tickly?"
"Nope!"
"Not even here?"
The question was followed by five fingers gently kneading and squeezing slightly above the left and right sides of the giggling captive's hips. The response elicited was the howls of boisterous laughter that burst from the brunette's mouth and bounced off the bedroom walls and ceiling.
"Not there," John hollered amid the shrieking cackles.
The playful tickler chuckled and kissed his laughing subject's warm, pale, quaking stomach.
"Oh, not ticklish there?"
"Not what I meant," John said while still giggling.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to try another spot."
"Not gonna find one."
Chip smirked and acted like he was lost in his thoughts while gazing at the dampened pit hairs glistening with sweat. "Let's try these delicious-looking pit hollows."
John was already wriggling and squeaking as his brown eyes darted left to right, watching the hands with their five twitching fingers hovering precariously over one of his most ticklish spots. The wait was agonizing while he tried to anticipate the tickles about to strike.
"What's wrong, baby boy? Is little Johnny-Bear ticklish in his tasty pits?"
The teasing question only made the anticipation worse for John as he gulped. In all honesty, he loved how the stalling tactics set his body on fire and the way the electric energy tingled. The long, animated fingers were slowly getting closer to the stretched skin and soft hairs in his exposed hollows.
"Oh, my, how those lips quiver, and me thinks the sound of a helpless tickly Bear's squealing giggles will soon be heard."
When Chip finished speaking, his wiggling fingers made contact with the open armpits, and every feathery-light stroking fingertip caused his lover's high-pitched squeals and boyish giggles.
"Not fair," John screeched.
The brunette's plump ass bounced up and down on the mattress, his toes curled, his defined arches curved, and his soles wrinkled.
"Is this more fair?"
Chip grinned as he leaned forward and blew raspberries on the ticklish man's stomach while continuing to teasingly tickle the slightly hairy pits.
"Not the raspberries," John squealed.
"Who's my amazingly adorable giggly and tickly baby bear," Chip asked as he changed spots and gently kneaded the man's inner thighs. "Coochie coochie, on the baby boy's sexy and ticklish inner thighs."
"I... Give... It's me. I'm your adorable giggly and tickly baby bear," John exclaimed while boisterously laughing and writhing.
Chip chuckled while releasing his lover and wrapping his arms around the still-giggling man. "I love you, Johnny-Bear."
"Not as much as I love my Chipper-Cub."
