Ticklishboy30
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- Jun 22, 2010
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"How's the most adorable little Johnny and Chipper I know?"
Justin continued tickling John's hips and sides. The squirming and laughing brunette trapped under his five-foot-nine, hundred-and-fifty-pound body was his childhood best friend and honorary brother.
"You're soooo gonna regret this, Ponyboy."
As teens, and to this day, John and Justin loved S.E. Hinton's "The Outsiders."
"C'mon, Devie, not my butt cheeks."
Chip's legs kicked, and his upper body writhed under the weight of his five-foot-ten, hundred-and-sixty-five-pound giggling tickler as his boisterous, high-pitched laughter was heard all over the parking lot.
"But, Chipper, it's such an awesomely cute tickly spot on your ticklish body."
"He's right, Chipper, it is."
Justin and John laughed when their unified statement earned them a glare, followed by the hysterically laughing blonde's raised middle finger.
After ceasing the playful assault, the giggly ticklers dismounted the ticklish boyfriends and helped them stand up. Then they pulled them into loving brotherly bear hugs that lifted the guys off the pavement and kissed their cheeks once the pair were back on their feet. The four men smoothed their shirts and jeans before entering the restaurant.
The host greeted the quartet with hugs and kisses on their cheeks before leading them to their usual table. They shared hugs and cheek kisses with raven-haired, twenty-nine-year-old Angelo LuPine, their favorite light brown-eyed waiter, after the six-foot-one, two-hundred-pound, placed four frosty bottles of O'Doul's nonalcoholic beer on the red and white checkered tablecloth covered circular table top.
"Having the usual, boys," Angelo asked.
"Unless you guys added something new you think we'll like better," John answered.
"Ok! So, for Chip, an Italian foot long sub with extra pepperoni, mozzarella and pepper jack cheese, creamy Italian dressing, bacon, olives, lettuce, tomato, dill pickles, and banana peppers, Justin gets the same except with mayo, Devon, a foot long Italian meatball sub with mozzarella cheese, and for John, a foot long steak and cheese sub, and two large orders of mozzarella cheese sticks with ranch dressing for dipping."
"Any wonder you're our fave waiter," Chip said, displaying his signature and adorable boyish crooked smile.
Angelo blushed, which was a nice contrast with his olive skin.
"Since John's got nothing planned for his vaca and Chip, you're between jobs, it's been decided that we're kidnapping both of you."
Devon and Justin chuckled when they saw the looks the brunette's comment garnered.
"Pony, I hate to tell you this, but you do know that telling us we're being kidnapped isn't the best path to a successful endeavor."
"Normally, that's true. However, a kidnapping is like a tickle attack."
"How so?"
The grinning brunette quickly twisted his index finger in the center of the fleshy space between John's first and second ribs, causing his best friend to jerk to the side, his squeaky yelp, and the boyish giggles that followed. "See, having knowledge of either one happening means nothing without knowing when it's gonna happen," sparkly-eyed Justin said while giggling.
"I take it the location where we're being taken is not gonna be revealed either?"
Devon grinned and couldn't help himself when he gently pinched Chip's cheeks, saying, "Aww, it's good to know that not all blondes are ditsy." He giggled and cringed when he received the younger male's playful slap to the back of his head.
The conversation maintained its levity, constant flow, and liveliness as the appetizers and subs were brought to the table, with random short pauses in between while someone was chewing before commenting. After they finished eating, John paid for lunch, Chip left the generous tip, then the four men gave their waiter and the host hugs and kisses on their cheeks and walked outside.
"I am stuffed," Devon exclaimed as he patted his six-pack abs.
"Yeah, right, and in two hours, you'll be looking for a snack," Justin joked.
John and Chip laughed when Devon growled at his future husband and made a grab for him as he yelped and hid behind the younger blonde.
Chip's second cell phone rang, bringing a short pause to the boisterous laughter.
"Thanks for calling "Chip Off The Old Block Interior Designs, Chip here... Hello, Mr. Forsythe, it's nice to hear from you. How's your day? That's nice to hear. I'm having a great day so far, and thank you for asking... Oh! She did? I'm more than happy to hear that. Redesigning your bedroom/playroom was the most enjoyable and intriguing project I've taken on so far... Really, you're looking to make an appointment to discuss decorating your vacation home? That's wonderful, Sir. Unfortunately, I don't have my planner in front of me, but if you'd like, I can call you back in a couple of hours when I'm in my home office... Great! Three o'clock is perfect. Thank you for calling, and enjoy your lunch."
When the call ended, Chip became the grinning recipient of a joyful and celebratory group hug. After chatting for a few more minutes, the four brotherly friends hugged, kissed each other's cheeks, and went their separate ways.
The houses John and Justin bought were side by side, in the same neighborhood where they grew up, and the street they lived on was three blocks from their childhood homes, where their parents still resided. Just two blocks in the other direction was a brick Colonial three-story house where Ryan, his wife, and their two teenage boys lived. The houses the boys grew up in were separated by a mom-and-pop convenience store, which was still owned by the family who opened the establishment thirty years ago. The place was still going strong as a community staple, thanks to a constant flow of new customers and loyal patrons, all of whom were treated like family by the owners.
Parked in front of his boyfriend's place, Chip shared a gentle and loving kiss with his lover, and after seeing John closing his front door, he headed home to take care of some odds and ends before calling Mr. Forsythe.
John didn't have anything planned, so he pulled out his laptop, signed in to Grammarly, and resumed working on the latest chapter of the story he was working on. A little while later, he got to a stopping point, closed and shut down his machine, then after looking at the time, he stood up, stretched, and went to the kitchen, where he got a strawberry daiquiri-flavored wine cooler from the fridge. After sipping the refreshing beverage, the brunette went upstairs to his bedroom, slipped into a pair of orange swim trunks decorated with blue palm trees, got a bath sheet from the linen closet, then went back downstairs and walked along the hallway that connected the house to his enclosed, in ground heated pool.
The pool was in the middle of John's and Justin's backyards, half in one yard and half in the other, and Justin's two-story Craftsman house had its own entrance. A year and a half ago, the honorary brothers put their heads together when each one complained about always having to go to either the neighborhood's community pool or the one at the gentleman’s club where they were members, and they agreed to split the cost of the project evenly. The two homeowners hired Chip to help design the enclosed space to look like a tropical paradise with realistic faux palm trees and carpeting that absorbed the moisture without molding and resembled a sandy beach. From the moment their fingers touched during the handshake, John and Chip felt attracted to one another, and the attraction grew stronger as the project progressed. Then, once everything was completed, the pair started dating, and shortly after, Chip asked John to be his exclusive boyfriend.
There was also a hot tub, which seated eight people, a flowing waterfall, a full-service wet bar, an outdoor kitchen beside the bar, some glass-top round tables, and lounge chairs to relax on. The retractable glass walls and ceiling were designed to keep out the heat and cold to negate the greenhouse effect while letting in natural light. A separate central heating and air conditioning unit serviced the structure for added comfort.
John smiled when he saw his brother through the glass door, lying on a lounge chair, napping. He entered the pool house, draped his towel over a chair, and set his drink on the table the chair came with. Quietly, he approached the unsuspecting thirty-three-year-old, knelt down at Ryan's size ten-and-a-half bare feet, and lightly ran the tip of his fingernail back and forth across the soft, pale ball of the younger brunette's left sole, then switched to the right one.
Instantly, the five-foot-ten, hundred-and-sixty-five-pound male's feet jerked from side to side, his plump toes flexed, the creamy arches wrinkled, and airy giggles floated from his lips. "Not the balls of my feet, Johnny," Ryan groggily protested while giggling and squirming.
"Why not, Ry?"
The older brother's eyes sparkled with playful mischief as he wrapped his arm around the pair of ankles and lightly strummed his fingernails up and down the length of the ticklish bare soles. The writhing man's eyes popped open, and his giggling morphed into boisterous, howling laughter. His legs pumped back and forth, trying to break free, while his toes clenched and his feet flipped up and down.
"I'm sooo gonna get you back for this, bro."
John pulled his brother into a warm and loving embrace and kissed his cheek.
"Love ya, Ry."
Ryan grinned. He pulled his brother down, straddled his waist, and retaliated with a tickle attack that targeted the older man's ribs and pit hollows. While his victim laughed like crazy as his legs kicked and upper body wriggled side to side between his legs, he giggled and said, "Love ya also, Johnny.”
Justin continued tickling John's hips and sides. The squirming and laughing brunette trapped under his five-foot-nine, hundred-and-fifty-pound body was his childhood best friend and honorary brother.
"You're soooo gonna regret this, Ponyboy."
As teens, and to this day, John and Justin loved S.E. Hinton's "The Outsiders."
"C'mon, Devie, not my butt cheeks."
Chip's legs kicked, and his upper body writhed under the weight of his five-foot-ten, hundred-and-sixty-five-pound giggling tickler as his boisterous, high-pitched laughter was heard all over the parking lot.
"But, Chipper, it's such an awesomely cute tickly spot on your ticklish body."
"He's right, Chipper, it is."
Justin and John laughed when their unified statement earned them a glare, followed by the hysterically laughing blonde's raised middle finger.
After ceasing the playful assault, the giggly ticklers dismounted the ticklish boyfriends and helped them stand up. Then they pulled them into loving brotherly bear hugs that lifted the guys off the pavement and kissed their cheeks once the pair were back on their feet. The four men smoothed their shirts and jeans before entering the restaurant.
The host greeted the quartet with hugs and kisses on their cheeks before leading them to their usual table. They shared hugs and cheek kisses with raven-haired, twenty-nine-year-old Angelo LuPine, their favorite light brown-eyed waiter, after the six-foot-one, two-hundred-pound, placed four frosty bottles of O'Doul's nonalcoholic beer on the red and white checkered tablecloth covered circular table top.
"Having the usual, boys," Angelo asked.
"Unless you guys added something new you think we'll like better," John answered.
"Ok! So, for Chip, an Italian foot long sub with extra pepperoni, mozzarella and pepper jack cheese, creamy Italian dressing, bacon, olives, lettuce, tomato, dill pickles, and banana peppers, Justin gets the same except with mayo, Devon, a foot long Italian meatball sub with mozzarella cheese, and for John, a foot long steak and cheese sub, and two large orders of mozzarella cheese sticks with ranch dressing for dipping."
"Any wonder you're our fave waiter," Chip said, displaying his signature and adorable boyish crooked smile.
Angelo blushed, which was a nice contrast with his olive skin.
"Since John's got nothing planned for his vaca and Chip, you're between jobs, it's been decided that we're kidnapping both of you."
Devon and Justin chuckled when they saw the looks the brunette's comment garnered.
"Pony, I hate to tell you this, but you do know that telling us we're being kidnapped isn't the best path to a successful endeavor."
"Normally, that's true. However, a kidnapping is like a tickle attack."
"How so?"
The grinning brunette quickly twisted his index finger in the center of the fleshy space between John's first and second ribs, causing his best friend to jerk to the side, his squeaky yelp, and the boyish giggles that followed. "See, having knowledge of either one happening means nothing without knowing when it's gonna happen," sparkly-eyed Justin said while giggling.
"I take it the location where we're being taken is not gonna be revealed either?"
Devon grinned and couldn't help himself when he gently pinched Chip's cheeks, saying, "Aww, it's good to know that not all blondes are ditsy." He giggled and cringed when he received the younger male's playful slap to the back of his head.
The conversation maintained its levity, constant flow, and liveliness as the appetizers and subs were brought to the table, with random short pauses in between while someone was chewing before commenting. After they finished eating, John paid for lunch, Chip left the generous tip, then the four men gave their waiter and the host hugs and kisses on their cheeks and walked outside.
"I am stuffed," Devon exclaimed as he patted his six-pack abs.
"Yeah, right, and in two hours, you'll be looking for a snack," Justin joked.
John and Chip laughed when Devon growled at his future husband and made a grab for him as he yelped and hid behind the younger blonde.
Chip's second cell phone rang, bringing a short pause to the boisterous laughter.
"Thanks for calling "Chip Off The Old Block Interior Designs, Chip here... Hello, Mr. Forsythe, it's nice to hear from you. How's your day? That's nice to hear. I'm having a great day so far, and thank you for asking... Oh! She did? I'm more than happy to hear that. Redesigning your bedroom/playroom was the most enjoyable and intriguing project I've taken on so far... Really, you're looking to make an appointment to discuss decorating your vacation home? That's wonderful, Sir. Unfortunately, I don't have my planner in front of me, but if you'd like, I can call you back in a couple of hours when I'm in my home office... Great! Three o'clock is perfect. Thank you for calling, and enjoy your lunch."
When the call ended, Chip became the grinning recipient of a joyful and celebratory group hug. After chatting for a few more minutes, the four brotherly friends hugged, kissed each other's cheeks, and went their separate ways.
The houses John and Justin bought were side by side, in the same neighborhood where they grew up, and the street they lived on was three blocks from their childhood homes, where their parents still resided. Just two blocks in the other direction was a brick Colonial three-story house where Ryan, his wife, and their two teenage boys lived. The houses the boys grew up in were separated by a mom-and-pop convenience store, which was still owned by the family who opened the establishment thirty years ago. The place was still going strong as a community staple, thanks to a constant flow of new customers and loyal patrons, all of whom were treated like family by the owners.
Parked in front of his boyfriend's place, Chip shared a gentle and loving kiss with his lover, and after seeing John closing his front door, he headed home to take care of some odds and ends before calling Mr. Forsythe.
John didn't have anything planned, so he pulled out his laptop, signed in to Grammarly, and resumed working on the latest chapter of the story he was working on. A little while later, he got to a stopping point, closed and shut down his machine, then after looking at the time, he stood up, stretched, and went to the kitchen, where he got a strawberry daiquiri-flavored wine cooler from the fridge. After sipping the refreshing beverage, the brunette went upstairs to his bedroom, slipped into a pair of orange swim trunks decorated with blue palm trees, got a bath sheet from the linen closet, then went back downstairs and walked along the hallway that connected the house to his enclosed, in ground heated pool.
The pool was in the middle of John's and Justin's backyards, half in one yard and half in the other, and Justin's two-story Craftsman house had its own entrance. A year and a half ago, the honorary brothers put their heads together when each one complained about always having to go to either the neighborhood's community pool or the one at the gentleman’s club where they were members, and they agreed to split the cost of the project evenly. The two homeowners hired Chip to help design the enclosed space to look like a tropical paradise with realistic faux palm trees and carpeting that absorbed the moisture without molding and resembled a sandy beach. From the moment their fingers touched during the handshake, John and Chip felt attracted to one another, and the attraction grew stronger as the project progressed. Then, once everything was completed, the pair started dating, and shortly after, Chip asked John to be his exclusive boyfriend.
There was also a hot tub, which seated eight people, a flowing waterfall, a full-service wet bar, an outdoor kitchen beside the bar, some glass-top round tables, and lounge chairs to relax on. The retractable glass walls and ceiling were designed to keep out the heat and cold to negate the greenhouse effect while letting in natural light. A separate central heating and air conditioning unit serviced the structure for added comfort.
John smiled when he saw his brother through the glass door, lying on a lounge chair, napping. He entered the pool house, draped his towel over a chair, and set his drink on the table the chair came with. Quietly, he approached the unsuspecting thirty-three-year-old, knelt down at Ryan's size ten-and-a-half bare feet, and lightly ran the tip of his fingernail back and forth across the soft, pale ball of the younger brunette's left sole, then switched to the right one.
Instantly, the five-foot-ten, hundred-and-sixty-five-pound male's feet jerked from side to side, his plump toes flexed, the creamy arches wrinkled, and airy giggles floated from his lips. "Not the balls of my feet, Johnny," Ryan groggily protested while giggling and squirming.
"Why not, Ry?"
The older brother's eyes sparkled with playful mischief as he wrapped his arm around the pair of ankles and lightly strummed his fingernails up and down the length of the ticklish bare soles. The writhing man's eyes popped open, and his giggling morphed into boisterous, howling laughter. His legs pumped back and forth, trying to break free, while his toes clenched and his feet flipped up and down.
"I'm sooo gonna get you back for this, bro."
John pulled his brother into a warm and loving embrace and kissed his cheek.
"Love ya, Ry."
Ryan grinned. He pulled his brother down, straddled his waist, and retaliated with a tickle attack that targeted the older man's ribs and pit hollows. While his victim laughed like crazy as his legs kicked and upper body wriggled side to side between his legs, he giggled and said, "Love ya also, Johnny.”
