Ticklishboy30
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- Jun 22, 2010
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1. Last Night Being Thirty-Nine
He leaned on the porch railing of the mint julep four-bedroom, two-story Cape Cod that he and his husband own, toed the size ten grey and blue striped sneakers off his tired feet, and set them beside the round black wrought iron table, then sat in one of the matching cushioned armchairs.
I can’t believe I’ll be forty tomorrow, he thought. Memories of a predominately happy life and an almost fairy tale marriage to thirty-nine-year-old Cory Martin played in his mind. One of the memories that made Darryl Martin’s heart beat fast was meeting Cory when he was nineteen and Cory was eighteen. They met through mutual friends who own an all-male club for guys into feet and tickling called the Gift Box, which still held weekly weekend ticklefests. Then, one year later, the couple surprised each other with a mutual marriage proposal. They were at the Box, playing the “What am I writing on your foot” game with a leg from each of them tied together, and one used a stiff feather to write the proposal on the other’s bared foot.
Beads of sweat were wiped from his brow by the grey tank top he pulled from the waistband of the lightweight purple athletic shorts. Darryl placed the shirt on the table, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and let the light summer evening breeze cool his skin and float through the tufts of sweat-soaked armpit hair sprouting from the deep hollows while relaxing on the white wraparound front porch with forest-green railings after his routine jog around the neighborhood.
Ten plump toes wiggled, and his low arched feet flexed in the thin, white athletic socks with grey toes and heel patches. After crossing his left leg over the right one, he massaged the soreness from the complaining sole, then gave the right foot the same treatment.
The almost-forty-year-old’s half-naked, five-foot-nine-inch, lean, muscle-toned body was displayed when he stood and stretched. Darryl looked around the peaceful neighborhood and enjoyed the soft, amber color of the waning sunlight as it began to set. Then, picked up the sneakers and shirt, opened the right side of the frosted glass pane front door, and went inside. The home was spacious and inviting. To give the place a light and airy feeling, they chose a very light blue color with silvery tones for the walls of the living and dining rooms, and the molding was white. Their light beige Corinthian leather sofa faced the dining room, and a double-sided gas fireplace separated the living room from the dining room. The flooring on the first and second levels was a light woodgrain laminate. The couple painted the kitchen walls a soft yellow and installed slightly pinkish-white granite counter tops. Instead of traditional cabinets that would disrupt the openness, the homeowners had floating shelves for the plates, glasses, and mugs. The sandy grey Berber carpeted family room was on the other side of the kitchen, with a creme-colored love seat facing a big screen TV mounted on the light beige wall and two matching armchairs on the side walls.
After closing the door, the brunette turned on the black wrought iron lanterns on either side of the front door, placed his shoes inside the closet, stripped off the running shorts, and pulled down the orange and black tiger-striped briefs that clung to his skin. Darryl yelped when a hand smacked his bubble butt, making it ripple.
“Turning forty tomorrow, and he’s still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
Darryl turned to see Cory licking his lips with his sparkling sapphire blue eyes, grinning like a hungry wolf looking at a helpless, juicy stag waiting to be devoured. The sight of his strawberry-blonde-haired, almost naked six-foot-tall, one-hundred-sixty-five pound, muscular body, long legs, and size eleven-and-a-half bare feet made him shiver as his dick stiffened and leaked precum.
“How was the run, Dare?”
The slightly older man’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard when his mate lovingly ran his fingers through his wet medium brown, short, spiky hair and replied, “It was nice, nothing exciting.”
“If it’s excitement my enticing and sexy guy wants, I’ll happily oblige.”
Darryl’s soft brown eyes widened as his husband’s middle finger slid up and down the walls of his hot, sweaty ass. “Fuck! I love it when you do that,” he sensuously moaned.
Cory’s arms wrapped around Darryl’s waist, pulling their bodies as close together as humanly possible, and his warm, moist tongue slowly licked both sides of his face. Darryl squirmed and giggled because of how much it tickled, and he felt his man’s precum drip onto his bare thigh.
Despite both of them being incredibly ticklish and the shared enjoyment of exploiting it every chance they got, Darryl was more sensitive than Cory and loved it.
“Damn, that giggle of yours drives me crazy.”
Before Darryl said anything else, the giggles Cory mentioned flowed from his lips just seconds after ten slender fingertips lightly grazed and stroked across his ass cheeks. Boyishly high-pitched squeals filled the room as his body squirmed and his legs wobbled like jello.
“I love you, Darry.”
“I love...” he started to say, but the words morphed into soft giggles, and his body shivered and wriggled because his mate nibbled his neck and earlobes.
After twenty years together, they’ve discovered each other’s fun spots.
Darryl gasped and wrapped his arms around Cory’s neck when he was swept off his feet and carried like a bride into the dining room, where his lover placed him on one of their sage bed sheets draped over the rectangle cherry wood table. His husband smiled, then wrapped his arm around his ankles and lightly dragged his index fingernail slowly up the center of one sole and down the center of the other. Instantly, the brunette’s body squirmed and tried pulling free, his toes curled, his fabric-clad feet twisted and turned, and his giggles floated into his playful mate’s ears.
“You’re sooo getting tickled later.”
“If I let you, my adorable Dare.”
“You always do, my tickle-loving boy.”
Cory’s eyes shined with the love in his heart as he kissed Darryl’s big toes before removing the socks with his teeth. The slightly younger male grinned as he tied his husband’s wrists and ankles to the legs of the dining room table.
“I’ll get back to your sexy feet and toes, loverboy. You, don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
Shivers of sexual anticipation ran up and down his spine when Cory smirked and licked across the bases of his toes, causing them to scrunch as Darryl squealed and wriggled in his tickler’s unbreakable grip. The wait wasn’t too long because a minute or two later, his smiling guy returned with a bottle of chocolate syrup, a jar of Marraccino cherries, and a can of whipped cream. The couple giggled, and their eyes sparkled with love and desire as the restrained man was blindfolded.
Darryl’s body squirmed as much as the expertly knotted restraints allowed. His toes twitched, and he squealed from the coldness of the chocolate syrup and cream. Cory’s manhood jumped and leaked precum when his husband laughed and writhed every time he drilled a hole in the white cream that matched an extremely ticklish spot and dropped a cherry in the well created by his finger.
The room filled with the sound of whimpering, howling laughter, primal grunts, and moans as Cory’s fingers slowly massaged the whipped cream and syrup together in his mate’s squirming and writhing crotch and inner thighs. Darryl’s senses were on fire and hyperactive, not knowing whether he should laugh, moan, cum, or cry out from the agonizingly, wildly untamed ecstasy fueled by his lover’s familiar touch. The men’s generous cocks were rock-hard and aching to be tended to.
Cory straddled his decades-long counterpart of the shared relationship and slowly licked the sticky, sweet substances off of his quivering man’s legs and thighs. His lover’s body arched, and he squealed with high-pitched giggles, which threatened to release the hot, creamy lava that rose to the top of their swollen, purple-headed shafts. He leaned close to his husband’s ear and whispered, “Release if you need to, babe. I’m not sure how long I can keep mine in.”
As soon as his soulmate’s lips wrapped around his twitching head and slid halfway down the steel-like shaft, Darryl’s body gave in to the power of their love. His seed shot from the slit and filled the open mouth of the only man who shared half his heart.
Cory’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as every drop of semen was swallowed, nourishing his body and soul. Then, using all his concentration and physical stamina, he managed to slip his manhood into Darryl’s mouth, and not two seconds later, cum erupted from him, providing nourishment to his mate. His body shook and quaked as the energy left him. They were sweat-soaked, sticky, and panting as he remained unmoving from where he landed on top of his husband. “I love you,” they said in unison when the power of speech returned to them.
Darryl’s eyes widened when he saw the look in Cory’s eyes. He instantly squirmed and giggled as he said, “Don’t you thi...” His words came to an abrupt halt and were replaced by boisterous laughter when Cory licked his body clean enough to be able to get up to the shower without making a sweet trail. “C’mon, babe, not my feet right now,” he playfully begged before his shrieking laughter turned to silent gasps when his lover’s fingernails lightly scribbled along his soft, bare soles.
Cory giggled and said, “I told ya I’d get back to these sexy feet,” before he leaned over, suckling and licking every plump toe. He loved hearing the reaction his efforts caused.
Darryl was released, and then he and Cory giggled as the younger of the pair was chased upstairs and into their bedroom’s spacious en suite bathroom. After a leisurely shower in their four-person shower stall, the husbands dried each other’s bodies, then in robes, went back downstairs to make dinner.
“Thank you for making my last night being thirty-nine an amazing one, Core,” Darryl said as he sipped his Chardonnay.
The couple sat at the dining room table, enjoying a candle-lit dinner of stuffed peppers with broccoli and baked potatoes covered in Cory’s homemade cheese sauce.
“You’re even more gorgeous now than when we met, love,” Cory said.
Darryl smirked and asked, “So, what’s planned for my birthday?”
Cory giggled.
“Like I’d ever tell you.”
“I can tickle it outta you.”
“The plans are covered under the no tickle rule, babe.”
“Curses,” Darryl said with a playful pout.
Cory threw his head back and laughed. “Don’t ever change, baby,” he said.
He leaned on the porch railing of the mint julep four-bedroom, two-story Cape Cod that he and his husband own, toed the size ten grey and blue striped sneakers off his tired feet, and set them beside the round black wrought iron table, then sat in one of the matching cushioned armchairs.
I can’t believe I’ll be forty tomorrow, he thought. Memories of a predominately happy life and an almost fairy tale marriage to thirty-nine-year-old Cory Martin played in his mind. One of the memories that made Darryl Martin’s heart beat fast was meeting Cory when he was nineteen and Cory was eighteen. They met through mutual friends who own an all-male club for guys into feet and tickling called the Gift Box, which still held weekly weekend ticklefests. Then, one year later, the couple surprised each other with a mutual marriage proposal. They were at the Box, playing the “What am I writing on your foot” game with a leg from each of them tied together, and one used a stiff feather to write the proposal on the other’s bared foot.
Beads of sweat were wiped from his brow by the grey tank top he pulled from the waistband of the lightweight purple athletic shorts. Darryl placed the shirt on the table, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and let the light summer evening breeze cool his skin and float through the tufts of sweat-soaked armpit hair sprouting from the deep hollows while relaxing on the white wraparound front porch with forest-green railings after his routine jog around the neighborhood.
Ten plump toes wiggled, and his low arched feet flexed in the thin, white athletic socks with grey toes and heel patches. After crossing his left leg over the right one, he massaged the soreness from the complaining sole, then gave the right foot the same treatment.
The almost-forty-year-old’s half-naked, five-foot-nine-inch, lean, muscle-toned body was displayed when he stood and stretched. Darryl looked around the peaceful neighborhood and enjoyed the soft, amber color of the waning sunlight as it began to set. Then, picked up the sneakers and shirt, opened the right side of the frosted glass pane front door, and went inside. The home was spacious and inviting. To give the place a light and airy feeling, they chose a very light blue color with silvery tones for the walls of the living and dining rooms, and the molding was white. Their light beige Corinthian leather sofa faced the dining room, and a double-sided gas fireplace separated the living room from the dining room. The flooring on the first and second levels was a light woodgrain laminate. The couple painted the kitchen walls a soft yellow and installed slightly pinkish-white granite counter tops. Instead of traditional cabinets that would disrupt the openness, the homeowners had floating shelves for the plates, glasses, and mugs. The sandy grey Berber carpeted family room was on the other side of the kitchen, with a creme-colored love seat facing a big screen TV mounted on the light beige wall and two matching armchairs on the side walls.
After closing the door, the brunette turned on the black wrought iron lanterns on either side of the front door, placed his shoes inside the closet, stripped off the running shorts, and pulled down the orange and black tiger-striped briefs that clung to his skin. Darryl yelped when a hand smacked his bubble butt, making it ripple.
“Turning forty tomorrow, and he’s still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
Darryl turned to see Cory licking his lips with his sparkling sapphire blue eyes, grinning like a hungry wolf looking at a helpless, juicy stag waiting to be devoured. The sight of his strawberry-blonde-haired, almost naked six-foot-tall, one-hundred-sixty-five pound, muscular body, long legs, and size eleven-and-a-half bare feet made him shiver as his dick stiffened and leaked precum.
“How was the run, Dare?”
The slightly older man’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard when his mate lovingly ran his fingers through his wet medium brown, short, spiky hair and replied, “It was nice, nothing exciting.”
“If it’s excitement my enticing and sexy guy wants, I’ll happily oblige.”
Darryl’s soft brown eyes widened as his husband’s middle finger slid up and down the walls of his hot, sweaty ass. “Fuck! I love it when you do that,” he sensuously moaned.
Cory’s arms wrapped around Darryl’s waist, pulling their bodies as close together as humanly possible, and his warm, moist tongue slowly licked both sides of his face. Darryl squirmed and giggled because of how much it tickled, and he felt his man’s precum drip onto his bare thigh.
Despite both of them being incredibly ticklish and the shared enjoyment of exploiting it every chance they got, Darryl was more sensitive than Cory and loved it.
“Damn, that giggle of yours drives me crazy.”
Before Darryl said anything else, the giggles Cory mentioned flowed from his lips just seconds after ten slender fingertips lightly grazed and stroked across his ass cheeks. Boyishly high-pitched squeals filled the room as his body squirmed and his legs wobbled like jello.
“I love you, Darry.”
“I love...” he started to say, but the words morphed into soft giggles, and his body shivered and wriggled because his mate nibbled his neck and earlobes.
After twenty years together, they’ve discovered each other’s fun spots.
Darryl gasped and wrapped his arms around Cory’s neck when he was swept off his feet and carried like a bride into the dining room, where his lover placed him on one of their sage bed sheets draped over the rectangle cherry wood table. His husband smiled, then wrapped his arm around his ankles and lightly dragged his index fingernail slowly up the center of one sole and down the center of the other. Instantly, the brunette’s body squirmed and tried pulling free, his toes curled, his fabric-clad feet twisted and turned, and his giggles floated into his playful mate’s ears.
“You’re sooo getting tickled later.”
“If I let you, my adorable Dare.”
“You always do, my tickle-loving boy.”
Cory’s eyes shined with the love in his heart as he kissed Darryl’s big toes before removing the socks with his teeth. The slightly younger male grinned as he tied his husband’s wrists and ankles to the legs of the dining room table.
“I’ll get back to your sexy feet and toes, loverboy. You, don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
Shivers of sexual anticipation ran up and down his spine when Cory smirked and licked across the bases of his toes, causing them to scrunch as Darryl squealed and wriggled in his tickler’s unbreakable grip. The wait wasn’t too long because a minute or two later, his smiling guy returned with a bottle of chocolate syrup, a jar of Marraccino cherries, and a can of whipped cream. The couple giggled, and their eyes sparkled with love and desire as the restrained man was blindfolded.
Darryl’s body squirmed as much as the expertly knotted restraints allowed. His toes twitched, and he squealed from the coldness of the chocolate syrup and cream. Cory’s manhood jumped and leaked precum when his husband laughed and writhed every time he drilled a hole in the white cream that matched an extremely ticklish spot and dropped a cherry in the well created by his finger.
The room filled with the sound of whimpering, howling laughter, primal grunts, and moans as Cory’s fingers slowly massaged the whipped cream and syrup together in his mate’s squirming and writhing crotch and inner thighs. Darryl’s senses were on fire and hyperactive, not knowing whether he should laugh, moan, cum, or cry out from the agonizingly, wildly untamed ecstasy fueled by his lover’s familiar touch. The men’s generous cocks were rock-hard and aching to be tended to.
Cory straddled his decades-long counterpart of the shared relationship and slowly licked the sticky, sweet substances off of his quivering man’s legs and thighs. His lover’s body arched, and he squealed with high-pitched giggles, which threatened to release the hot, creamy lava that rose to the top of their swollen, purple-headed shafts. He leaned close to his husband’s ear and whispered, “Release if you need to, babe. I’m not sure how long I can keep mine in.”
As soon as his soulmate’s lips wrapped around his twitching head and slid halfway down the steel-like shaft, Darryl’s body gave in to the power of their love. His seed shot from the slit and filled the open mouth of the only man who shared half his heart.
Cory’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as every drop of semen was swallowed, nourishing his body and soul. Then, using all his concentration and physical stamina, he managed to slip his manhood into Darryl’s mouth, and not two seconds later, cum erupted from him, providing nourishment to his mate. His body shook and quaked as the energy left him. They were sweat-soaked, sticky, and panting as he remained unmoving from where he landed on top of his husband. “I love you,” they said in unison when the power of speech returned to them.
Darryl’s eyes widened when he saw the look in Cory’s eyes. He instantly squirmed and giggled as he said, “Don’t you thi...” His words came to an abrupt halt and were replaced by boisterous laughter when Cory licked his body clean enough to be able to get up to the shower without making a sweet trail. “C’mon, babe, not my feet right now,” he playfully begged before his shrieking laughter turned to silent gasps when his lover’s fingernails lightly scribbled along his soft, bare soles.
Cory giggled and said, “I told ya I’d get back to these sexy feet,” before he leaned over, suckling and licking every plump toe. He loved hearing the reaction his efforts caused.
Darryl was released, and then he and Cory giggled as the younger of the pair was chased upstairs and into their bedroom’s spacious en suite bathroom. After a leisurely shower in their four-person shower stall, the husbands dried each other’s bodies, then in robes, went back downstairs to make dinner.
“Thank you for making my last night being thirty-nine an amazing one, Core,” Darryl said as he sipped his Chardonnay.
The couple sat at the dining room table, enjoying a candle-lit dinner of stuffed peppers with broccoli and baked potatoes covered in Cory’s homemade cheese sauce.
“You’re even more gorgeous now than when we met, love,” Cory said.
Darryl smirked and asked, “So, what’s planned for my birthday?”
Cory giggled.
“Like I’d ever tell you.”
“I can tickle it outta you.”
“The plans are covered under the no tickle rule, babe.”
“Curses,” Darryl said with a playful pout.
Cory threw his head back and laughed. “Don’t ever change, baby,” he said.
