Ticklishboy30
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"Well, that was fun," Chip said before boyishly grinning. "I'm ready for a workout."
"You're sooo not going anywhere, my sweet cub."
Moving quickly, John pulled the retreating blonde down so he was face up on the mattress. Then, he cuffed his willing captive's wrists and buckled the cuffs just above his boyfriend's ankles. "Spread eagle is one of my little boy's most sexy poses," he said while slowly and lightly tracing circles in the center of the younger man's big toes.
Airy giggles flowed into the spacious bedroom as Chip's body squirmed and his plump toes flexed and wiggled. His curly blonde locks looked like a lion's mane as they bounced and flattened against the pillowcase with every bob of his head. "That's one of my nuclear spots," he exclaimed.
Chuckling, John replied, "I know, baby bear. That's why I went there first, to hear those adorably cute and angelic giggles."
The playful brunette shifted his position so his face was in front of the twitching bare left foot. He leaned forward until he felt the warmth radiating from the soft, pinkish, high-arch on the tip of his nose, then deeply inhaled the familiar scent of witch hazel mixed with the natural light musk that he loved to smell as his nose glided up and down the squirming sole. His ears were treated to a symphony of melodic giggles, squeaks, and soft squeals because of the ticklishness of his younger mate.
Chip's body writhed side to side as he pulled at the unbreakable restraints while giggling like crazy. All his life, he'd been one walking ticklish nerve and loved being tickled as much as he loved tickling other guys. His toes curled and uncurled, which wrinkled and smoothed out his soles because his feet tied for the second most ticklish spots with his taut ass cheeks.
"I love your tickles and how my mischievous bear can playfully control me and get the most out of my tickle giggles."
John blushed and chuckled as he gently nibbled Chip's pinkie toes, making the blonde squeal and giggle even more.
"I love making my cub a happy boy."
Chip's body jumped, and he gasped when he felt the broad of his lover's moist tongue. He released a giggling moan as it slowly licked along the entire length of his sole. The moan morphed into a high-pitched squeal, and his back arched seconds after the playful tongue slipped and flicked between each of his toes. His reaction was repeated when his right foot was shown the same attention.
"You're the fuckin' best, Johnny."
"I love the way you taste, my sweet boy."
Five fingertips lightly stroking along the pale-skinned tops and sides of his vulnerable feet sent the blonde into hysterics, and unhindered, vibrant, shrill, squealing laughter flowed from his parted lips.
"Coochie coo, my helpless Chipper," John teased.
"You're not supposed to verbally tease and make me even more tickly," Chip cried while laughing. Beads of sweat glistened on the writhing male's forehead. His laughter subsided and became soft, boyish giggles when his lover changed spots and began licking the warm crevices of his crotch and along his very ticklish and slightly hairy balls.
While licking, John's hands caressed and roamed along his man’s thighs and legs.
"Ooh, fuck you know what I love, sexy bear.”
"You know what I love too, babe. I noticed you didn't wash your natural musk off so that I can savor your delicious sweat."
Both men blushed and softly chuckled.
"You know, I think it's squealy giggly time."
Chip's eyes sparkled and widened.
"Nope, it's sooo not squealy giggly time."
John wagged his eyebrows as he sucked on the tip of his pinkie finger before dipping it into his boyfriend's belly button and chuckled when he heard the almost ear-splitting squeals and giggles.
"Oh, yeah, that's the cute sound I wanted to hear."
"No fair making me sound so girly and dance on the mattress like an idiot."
"Get ready for the fruit topping, my ticklish cub."
"Noooo! Not the fruit topping."
Chip's squealing laughter exploded the second the raspberries were blown on his stomach, and the pinkie finger was replaced by a slick tongue licking along the walls of his belly button.
"You're sooo paying for this, Johnny-Bear."
"Oh yeah? Maybe this will take care of your bill."
John reached over, opened the night table's second drawer, removed a thin-handled paintbrush, and smiled like an angelic devil as he waved the object back and forth.
Chip gasped as his bright, hazel eyes widened and followed the small brush's every movement.
The eldest of the pair chuckled while leaning down to kiss his restrained man's button-like nose and said, "Oh, how I love that look of anticipation and the wonderment in your eyes while trying to figure out what exposed and highly vulnerable spots on my helpless cubby's very sensitive skin these tickle-inducing bristles will lightly stroke."
All the playfully evil taunting and mischievous teasing sent spine-tingling chills up and down the blonde's nude body and made his toes wiggle and flex. As long as there was unconditional trust between Chip and the man he chose to be his mate, he didn't mind being slightly submissive and helpless.
For his part, John was feeling a heightened flood of euphoric ecstasy and had unknowingly pushed the teasing taunts further than ever before.
Both men constantly locked eyes and silently assessed each other's comfort level before continuing their playtime because neither wanted to take advantage of or hurt the other. Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes as one man waited for the eventual tickles and the other drew out the expectation.
Brown eyes twinkled, and John licked his lips.
Slowly, the brush lowered, its bristles getting closer and closer to the left side of the captive's chest. For a moment, neither male released their breath until the paintbrush lightly touched the pinkish, erect nipple and brushed side to side over the erogenous spot.
The excruciatingly ticklish sensation shot through Chip like a streaking, fiery lightning bolt. High-pitched shrieking, banshee-like laughter forced his lips apart, like raging water breaking a dam made of sticks and twigs. Uselessly, his four limbs pulled at the unforgiving restraints, keeping him trapped.
"Holy fuck! That tickles like nothing I've felt before."
John momentarily paused.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Are you crazy? I'm loving how much it tickles. However, I don't know how long I can last."
John nodded and snickered as he lightly brushed his mate's right nipple.
For a second time, peels of shrieking laughter and hawk or eagle-like screeches filled the room.
"Wonder what using this innocent little brush here will do."
The tiny, soft bristles started swirling around the innie belly button.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The hollered expletives were accompanied by gasps of silent laughter.
Not wanting to torture or break his lover, John placed the brush back in the drawer and released the panting captive.
"That was sooo awesomely intense," Chip exclaimed.
John walked over to the small refrigerator near the bedroom door, pulled out two bottled waters, and handed one to his lover before reclaiming his spot beside the recovering blonde.
"Not too much?"
Chip slowly quenched his thirst before saying, "Nope! It was just enough, and you made everything even hotter by teasing me."
"I love playing with your sexy muscles and soft skin, my young cubby."
"I'm not that much younger, you giggle bear."
Boisterous laughter came from John less than a second after his boyfriend's wiggling fingers kneaded and gently squeezed his thighs. The brunette bucked and feverishly tried to kick his furry legs, trying to escape.
Chip ended the tickle attack and grasped his mate's ankles. He sucked the perfectly shaped toes and licked the smooth, fleshy pads like they were lollipops. His fingers lovingly caressed the tops and sides of the feet, then switched to massaging the warm, callus-free soles. John closed his eyes and softly moaned in sheer pleasure. He laid back on the mattress, pulled his lover's feet onto his chest, and returned the loving attention he was being shown. For the next hour, satisfied moans, short squeaks, soft chuckles, and boyish giggles filled the bedroom as the men enjoyed playing with each other's feet and toes. The couple stopped after their stomachs growled, which made them blush and giggle. They shared a steamy shower and dressed. At noon, the guys got in the Mustang and headed to "Gamma Cat's Italian Cuisine," their favorite diner for lunch.
"I swear, if I had to hear one more guy who isn't ticklish horrifically fake laugh while getting tickled, I was gonna commit murder," Thirty-eight-year-old Justin Mills frustratingly exclaimed as he hung his helmet on the handlebars of his Nineteen-Ninety-Nine Harley Road King.
"I'm right with ya, lover," Thirty-six-year-old Devon Stone said after dismounting his motorcycle, which was the same year, make, and model as his fiance's bike.
The light-brown-haired and red-haired males chuckled and hugged before walking across the parking lot toward Gamma Cat's.
Halfway between their bikes and the restaurant, Justin stopped, and chuckling, he said, "Chipster and Johnny just pulled in."
Devon grinned and said, "I desperately need some authentic tickle-induced laughter."
"Me too, babe, let's get our tickly bros."
Chip found a parking spot close to the establishment's entrance. He locked the car's doors, activated the alarm, and held his lover's hand as they started for the mirror glass-pane double doors when suddenly and without warning, his and John's ribs were tickled from behind. Their bodies wriggled and twisted in an embarrassing dance as their jeans-clad knees bent and they knelt on the sidewalk.
"Hey, great minds think alike," one of the ticklers said, chuckling.
"Justy, Devie," the brunette and blonde called out while hysterically laughing and squealing.
"You're sooo not going anywhere, my sweet cub."
Moving quickly, John pulled the retreating blonde down so he was face up on the mattress. Then, he cuffed his willing captive's wrists and buckled the cuffs just above his boyfriend's ankles. "Spread eagle is one of my little boy's most sexy poses," he said while slowly and lightly tracing circles in the center of the younger man's big toes.
Airy giggles flowed into the spacious bedroom as Chip's body squirmed and his plump toes flexed and wiggled. His curly blonde locks looked like a lion's mane as they bounced and flattened against the pillowcase with every bob of his head. "That's one of my nuclear spots," he exclaimed.
Chuckling, John replied, "I know, baby bear. That's why I went there first, to hear those adorably cute and angelic giggles."
The playful brunette shifted his position so his face was in front of the twitching bare left foot. He leaned forward until he felt the warmth radiating from the soft, pinkish, high-arch on the tip of his nose, then deeply inhaled the familiar scent of witch hazel mixed with the natural light musk that he loved to smell as his nose glided up and down the squirming sole. His ears were treated to a symphony of melodic giggles, squeaks, and soft squeals because of the ticklishness of his younger mate.
Chip's body writhed side to side as he pulled at the unbreakable restraints while giggling like crazy. All his life, he'd been one walking ticklish nerve and loved being tickled as much as he loved tickling other guys. His toes curled and uncurled, which wrinkled and smoothed out his soles because his feet tied for the second most ticklish spots with his taut ass cheeks.
"I love your tickles and how my mischievous bear can playfully control me and get the most out of my tickle giggles."
John blushed and chuckled as he gently nibbled Chip's pinkie toes, making the blonde squeal and giggle even more.
"I love making my cub a happy boy."
Chip's body jumped, and he gasped when he felt the broad of his lover's moist tongue. He released a giggling moan as it slowly licked along the entire length of his sole. The moan morphed into a high-pitched squeal, and his back arched seconds after the playful tongue slipped and flicked between each of his toes. His reaction was repeated when his right foot was shown the same attention.
"You're the fuckin' best, Johnny."
"I love the way you taste, my sweet boy."
Five fingertips lightly stroking along the pale-skinned tops and sides of his vulnerable feet sent the blonde into hysterics, and unhindered, vibrant, shrill, squealing laughter flowed from his parted lips.
"Coochie coo, my helpless Chipper," John teased.
"You're not supposed to verbally tease and make me even more tickly," Chip cried while laughing. Beads of sweat glistened on the writhing male's forehead. His laughter subsided and became soft, boyish giggles when his lover changed spots and began licking the warm crevices of his crotch and along his very ticklish and slightly hairy balls.
While licking, John's hands caressed and roamed along his man’s thighs and legs.
"Ooh, fuck you know what I love, sexy bear.”
"You know what I love too, babe. I noticed you didn't wash your natural musk off so that I can savor your delicious sweat."
Both men blushed and softly chuckled.
"You know, I think it's squealy giggly time."
Chip's eyes sparkled and widened.
"Nope, it's sooo not squealy giggly time."
John wagged his eyebrows as he sucked on the tip of his pinkie finger before dipping it into his boyfriend's belly button and chuckled when he heard the almost ear-splitting squeals and giggles.
"Oh, yeah, that's the cute sound I wanted to hear."
"No fair making me sound so girly and dance on the mattress like an idiot."
"Get ready for the fruit topping, my ticklish cub."
"Noooo! Not the fruit topping."
Chip's squealing laughter exploded the second the raspberries were blown on his stomach, and the pinkie finger was replaced by a slick tongue licking along the walls of his belly button.
"You're sooo paying for this, Johnny-Bear."
"Oh yeah? Maybe this will take care of your bill."
John reached over, opened the night table's second drawer, removed a thin-handled paintbrush, and smiled like an angelic devil as he waved the object back and forth.
Chip gasped as his bright, hazel eyes widened and followed the small brush's every movement.
The eldest of the pair chuckled while leaning down to kiss his restrained man's button-like nose and said, "Oh, how I love that look of anticipation and the wonderment in your eyes while trying to figure out what exposed and highly vulnerable spots on my helpless cubby's very sensitive skin these tickle-inducing bristles will lightly stroke."
All the playfully evil taunting and mischievous teasing sent spine-tingling chills up and down the blonde's nude body and made his toes wiggle and flex. As long as there was unconditional trust between Chip and the man he chose to be his mate, he didn't mind being slightly submissive and helpless.
For his part, John was feeling a heightened flood of euphoric ecstasy and had unknowingly pushed the teasing taunts further than ever before.
Both men constantly locked eyes and silently assessed each other's comfort level before continuing their playtime because neither wanted to take advantage of or hurt the other. Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes as one man waited for the eventual tickles and the other drew out the expectation.
Brown eyes twinkled, and John licked his lips.
Slowly, the brush lowered, its bristles getting closer and closer to the left side of the captive's chest. For a moment, neither male released their breath until the paintbrush lightly touched the pinkish, erect nipple and brushed side to side over the erogenous spot.
The excruciatingly ticklish sensation shot through Chip like a streaking, fiery lightning bolt. High-pitched shrieking, banshee-like laughter forced his lips apart, like raging water breaking a dam made of sticks and twigs. Uselessly, his four limbs pulled at the unforgiving restraints, keeping him trapped.
"Holy fuck! That tickles like nothing I've felt before."
John momentarily paused.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Are you crazy? I'm loving how much it tickles. However, I don't know how long I can last."
John nodded and snickered as he lightly brushed his mate's right nipple.
For a second time, peels of shrieking laughter and hawk or eagle-like screeches filled the room.
"Wonder what using this innocent little brush here will do."
The tiny, soft bristles started swirling around the innie belly button.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The hollered expletives were accompanied by gasps of silent laughter.
Not wanting to torture or break his lover, John placed the brush back in the drawer and released the panting captive.
"That was sooo awesomely intense," Chip exclaimed.
John walked over to the small refrigerator near the bedroom door, pulled out two bottled waters, and handed one to his lover before reclaiming his spot beside the recovering blonde.
"Not too much?"
Chip slowly quenched his thirst before saying, "Nope! It was just enough, and you made everything even hotter by teasing me."
"I love playing with your sexy muscles and soft skin, my young cubby."
"I'm not that much younger, you giggle bear."
Boisterous laughter came from John less than a second after his boyfriend's wiggling fingers kneaded and gently squeezed his thighs. The brunette bucked and feverishly tried to kick his furry legs, trying to escape.
Chip ended the tickle attack and grasped his mate's ankles. He sucked the perfectly shaped toes and licked the smooth, fleshy pads like they were lollipops. His fingers lovingly caressed the tops and sides of the feet, then switched to massaging the warm, callus-free soles. John closed his eyes and softly moaned in sheer pleasure. He laid back on the mattress, pulled his lover's feet onto his chest, and returned the loving attention he was being shown. For the next hour, satisfied moans, short squeaks, soft chuckles, and boyish giggles filled the bedroom as the men enjoyed playing with each other's feet and toes. The couple stopped after their stomachs growled, which made them blush and giggle. They shared a steamy shower and dressed. At noon, the guys got in the Mustang and headed to "Gamma Cat's Italian Cuisine," their favorite diner for lunch.
"I swear, if I had to hear one more guy who isn't ticklish horrifically fake laugh while getting tickled, I was gonna commit murder," Thirty-eight-year-old Justin Mills frustratingly exclaimed as he hung his helmet on the handlebars of his Nineteen-Ninety-Nine Harley Road King.
"I'm right with ya, lover," Thirty-six-year-old Devon Stone said after dismounting his motorcycle, which was the same year, make, and model as his fiance's bike.
The light-brown-haired and red-haired males chuckled and hugged before walking across the parking lot toward Gamma Cat's.
Halfway between their bikes and the restaurant, Justin stopped, and chuckling, he said, "Chipster and Johnny just pulled in."
Devon grinned and said, "I desperately need some authentic tickle-induced laughter."
"Me too, babe, let's get our tickly bros."
Chip found a parking spot close to the establishment's entrance. He locked the car's doors, activated the alarm, and held his lover's hand as they started for the mirror glass-pane double doors when suddenly and without warning, his and John's ribs were tickled from behind. Their bodies wriggled and twisted in an embarrassing dance as their jeans-clad knees bent and they knelt on the sidewalk.
"Hey, great minds think alike," one of the ticklers said, chuckling.
"Justy, Devie," the brunette and blonde called out while hysterically laughing and squealing.
