By Glen
I was working as a nurse’s aid in a nursing home when I met Rob: a cocky, smart-ass straight boy who worked on the Housekeeping staff, or the “Environmental Specialist” staff as he liked to call it. Hey, it’s the 90s–everyone’s a damn specialist of one kind or another.
Rob was a quintessential mid-west momma’s boy…(he was 26 years old and had never lived on his own) good natured, stupid, fun loving, and COCKY. If I had his scrappy, compact 5’10” body, his boyish , clean-shaven charm, (as opposed to my slightly middle aged, average looking appeal), I suppose I’d be cocky too.
Rob and I hit it off instantly. The endearing thing about Rob was that he instantly treated me like a high school buddy. I mean, you would think that we had grown up snapping towels at each other in the boy’s locker room (I wish). He would stop at the nurse’s station with his housekeeping cart in tow and we would just bullshit for as long as we could get away with it. Then later in the day I would see him busting his ass to make up for the lost time.
Gossip travels fast at nursing homes–perhaps faster than any other workplace–and it didn’t take long for Rob to hear that nasty little rumor (okay, so it was the truth…that’s not the point) that I am gay. The funny thing was, that he had already put his foot in his mouth several times, once by teasing me on a day that I had received flowers from a boy I dated a few times (“Who are those from, your BOY-friend?”), as well as calling me “faggot” regularly, as guys are known to do while engaging in that male bonding thing that we do….
To Rob’s credit, he didn’t treat me differently at all after his discovery. If anything, he was more courteous and careful about saying something potentially offensive.
Shortly after this, I came upon Rob in the hall, bent over a running vacuum cleaner. His vulnerable sides were more than I could resist, so I scampered my fingertips quickly up and down his sides. I burrowed gently into the little groove between his abdominal and oblique muscles. I softly kneaded his “love handle” area (which was quite handle-less) and even scratched lightly around his waist toward the middle of his lower back/spine. The variety of sensations must have put him over the edge, cause I felt his muscles twitch violently and his whole body jerked to attention. He let out a yelp that was easily heard over the roar of his vacuum cleaner. He spun around, looked at me and grinned devilishly.
“Hey, knock it off…. Faggot!” He said, then he turned pale as he realized what he had said.
“Yeah, so what’s your point?” I grinned back.
“Oh…uh…I didn’t mean…I mean…it just slipped out….aw, man, I gotta watch what I say…” Rob stammered.
I just smiled and walked down the hall. Let him wonder if he’s pissed me off, I thought.
Later that day, Rob appeared, sheepishly, at the nurse’s station. “You know man, I didn’t mean nothin’ by what I said, I mean, you ain’t sore at me are ya?”
I couldn’t even pretend to be angry. Of course, I had to wonder, if he had a hump on his back and a club foot, would I be as forgiving? “Aw, forget it, Rob….anyone could see that you were kidding.”
A flash of relief crossed his face. “Well, lemme buy you a beer and make it up to you.”
“I might just take you up in that.”
Several nights later we were at a local dive a few blocks away in the Midway neighborhood in St. Paul, which is known all over the Twin Cities for it’s….rather unsavory characters.
“So..ya know that Aide–what’s her name–Donna?” Rob asked after taking a swig of his beer.
“Yeah, what about her?” I asked.
“You mean to tell me she don’t do nuthin for ya?”
“Not a thing.” I smiled.
“Damn,” Rob said, “That’s…..different…”
“Different from what?”
“Oh, I dunno….different than most guys, I guess.”
I had to admit, he had me on that one.
What Rob didn’t know, is that I had concocted a twisted little scheme before our meeting, and I was ready to put it into action.
“Actually, Rob, contrary to popular belief, I’m not strictly gay. I’m bisexual. In fact, I’ve been dating a woman for the past 4 months.
“No shit? Then how come everyone says you’re gay?”
“I guess cause it’s less confusing than saying I’m bisexual.”
“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”
We ordered another round of beers.
“So–who is this woman you’re seeing. Is she hot?”
I smiled to myself. Boy…this was gonna be easier than I thought. “oh yeah she’s hot. but it’s not her looks that are the turn on….it’s the shit she’s into that really gets me off….”
Rob’s eyes widened. “Yeah? You mean the sex?”
“Oh yeah. She’s so fucking horny.. AND she’s turned me on to some really offbeat stuff. I mean WILD stuff. Stuff that it never would have occurred to me to do in bed.”
“No SHIT! Hey, does she have any single friends?”
I paused…took a LONG drink from my beer, then proceeded to phase two.
“Well, here’s the thing….can you keep somethin’ to yourself if I tell you something?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Well, we’re not exactly….like…going steady, if you get my meaning.”
“You mean, she’ll see other guys WHILE she’s dating you?”
“Yeah, why not. We have an open relationship.”
“Damn. But are you guys gonna get married or what?”
“Oh, I dunno. It’s too early to tell. We really care for each other, and we have a great time in the bedroom. But neither of us are the…monogamous type I guess.”
Rob shook his head and muttered to himself. “….damn that’s INTENSE.”
“Actually, we don’t have full-blown sex with other people. It’s more like just fooling around. Hand jobs and makin’ out and stuff. We reserve the GOOD STUFF for each other.”
Rob liked this answer, and he relaxed a little. This fit his 1950s “American Dream” value system a little better: at least we were “extra special” to each other in some small way. “So, what’s her name?” He asked.
“Susan.”
“So…what kinda…stuff…does she like?”
“Well, it’s kinda embarrassing to say…” I began.
“Aw, COME ON…we’re buddies right? What’s the big deal?”
“Well…okay ..but IF YOU BREATH A WORD OF THIS…!”
“No, man, I swear. You can trust me.”
“Well…..she.. ties me to the bed.”
Rob started laughing. “No way, man, are you SHITTING me? Aw that’s tight!…..Then what?”
“Well….she…has her way with me?”
“What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean? She sits on yer dick? gives you a blowjob? what?”
“Well, that’s the embarrassing part.”
“OH…CHRIST. Don’t do this to me. You can’t just leave me cold turkey like this!”
“Okay. I’ll just say that….she totally dominates me…it doesn’t involve pain, it can last for hours and it’s the MOST incredible fuckin orgasm I’ve ever had.”
Rob thought hard for a minute. “Is it something that EVERYONE would like?”
“I think so, but that’s just my opinion. I can’t speak for everyone.”
“You’re not going to tell me what it is, are ya, you SHITHEAD!”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t I set you up with her and you can experience it for yourself.”
Rob’s jaw dropped. Then he started laughing. “Yeah…RIGHT. You’re kidding, right? Ha ha. You’re NOT kidding, are you? Man, that’s too fucking bizarre….REALLY?
“I’m totally serious. I think it would be fun for her AND you.”
“That’s fuckin TWISTED, man.”
“Well, suit yourself…if you’re not interested, I’m sure not gonna twist your arm. That leaves all the fun for me…”
“NOW WAIT A MINUTE…..not so fast. You mean, you wouldn’t get pissed or anything if we got it on?”
“No why should I? I told you, we aren’t monogamous. If she IS gonna see someone else, I’d actually rather it were a friend of mine instead of some asshole…”
“What’s she doin’ this Friday night?” Rob practically jumped out of his barstool.
Okay, so I’m a liar. But I do know a Susan.. She’s my best friend. Just so happens, she’s a lesbian, and we wouldn’t have sex together unless we were the last two humans alive on a desert island and it was up to us to keep the human race alive….and even then we couldn’t screw and keep a straight face. Anyway, Susan and I were soulmates in every way BUT the sex. She knew about my love for tickling….actually thought it was “kinda cool,” though she had no real interest in it herself–wasn’t even ticklish, or so she said.
Susan had been in on my little scheme from the beginning…so Rob actually DID go to her place that Friday night. They had MANY cocktails on her couch…and after she had to deflect a rather tentative, juvenile come-on from Rob, she convinced him (with NO trouble) to let her tie him to her bed. I was hiding in the closet (pun intended), the whole time this was going on, and I was getting more and more crazy with lust as the scene continued. The evil deception of what I was doing was intoxicating! After what seemed like forever, Susan came out of the bedroom, opened the closet door and whispered to me:
“He’s all yours now,” she smiled. “He’s thrashing around like crazy. He was trying to get me to tell him what I was gonna do…but I’ll let YOU do the honors. I told him to just lie there and IMAGINE all the things that could happen to him now that he was totally vulnerable.”
“Aw, you’re the greatest, Sue. I owe ya big-time. You….DID let him know that things were totally safe…that he wouldn’t get hurt?”
“Oh, yeah. He trusts me….and you, too. I don’t think he’s freaked out or anything. He’s just a horny, curious little bastard who can’t seem to lie still.”
“Boy. I owe ya BIG TIME.”
“Damn right you do….Well, as much as I’d love to stick around, I think I’ll go to the coffee shop and write poetry or start a political rally or something……ya know…I am a LESBIAN after all.”
“Thanks, babe.”
Rob was twisting and struggling like mad when I went into the room. He was blindfolded, stripped naked and lying on only a sheet. I made plenty of noise so that he knew I was in the room. Naturally, he thought it was Susan, coming back to have her “way” with him. Before leaving the house, Susan walked with me into the bedroom and said, “Are ya ready for a little fun?”
Rob nodded and grinned. He thrust his pelvis upward (Obviously he thought this was going to be some kind of “genital” event….ha ha ha). Susan quietly left the house, leaving me alone with my victim. Rob’s breathing was labored and quick. He flexed against his restraints, lifting his blindfolded head up off the pillow to try and hear my movement in the room. I snuck around silently, giving him no clue as to what was going to happen. His body was tight and almost hairless. He had a flat belly and solid arms, legs and chest. He had a stocky (not fat) build, and his hands and feet were bulky and square-shaped–like the rest of his adorable body. He arched his back, causing his pits to become concave and his belly to rise. His ribcage fanned out, defining his midsection. His belly button stretched into a deep, horizontal slit from under a light bed of blonde fur. A nicely proportioned, semi erect dick flopped from side to side in the middle of a mound of curls. Strong thigh muscles tensed as his heels dug into the mattress, causing his soles to pull tight as his toes stretched back. He gave the bonds another tug.
“How long do I have to wait? You ain’t just gonna let me lie here all night, are ya?” Rob was trying to tease me (Susan) into taking action.
I inched up next to his waist. I aimed for the spot JUST BELOW the lower corner of each rib–right in the hollow where the ribcage ends and the belly begins. I let all ten gyrating fingers dangle in the air for a moment before slowly….lowering them….. to the target.
“YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!” Rob’s body bucked so hard that the headboard of the bed actually thumped against the wall. he began panting and his head turned quickly from side to side.
“Hey, come on…that’s cold…I mean….ha ha ha…p-please don’t…t-t-t-tickle me…I’m REALLY ticklish. .come on…just gimme a nice blow job or somethin’, okay?
I lowered my fingers again….this time a little closer to his navel.
“AAAAAGH!” *whine* *pant pant* common, PLEASE? just stop it now. Stop playin’ with me and just get on with what you’re gonna do…I’m gettin’ really horny.”
I gave him a light test tickle on the insides of his thighs. Rob let out something between a moan and a scream….three of them…before his bucking body forced him into a cunvulsing belly laugh. I had barely touched him and he was already a wreck! I let him rest for a few minutes.
“…..okay WAIT a minute…are you just gonna tickle the shit out of me all night?” He let out a moan. then he started to whine and beg. Common, PLEASE….I’m so GODDAMN ticklish….just take it easy on me, okay? If you have to tickle me, just take it easy and just let me get used to–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.!!!!!!!!!
I was fluttering my fingers in the hollow under his armpits. His torso twisted violently and I actually lost my light tickle grip on his pits…so I took the opportunity to scamper up and down his ribcage…I darted back in and out of his pits…tickled his neck, his ears, his shoulders…then I kneaded up and down his sides.
“OOOOOOOHO-HO-HO-HO ! PLE-E-E-E-EASE. God no-o-o-o! (*pant pant pant pant*) hee-hee-hee-he-hee-hee-HAW-HAW-HAW-HAW!!! Stop stop stop stop STOP PLEASE D-D-D-D-D-ON’T T-T-T-T-T-T-T-I-C-K-L-E–me hee-hee-hee-hee. Aw, shit SHIT!”
Rob’s dick rolled to one side and began to pulse as it grew puffy and red.
Soon the beautiful veined specimen pointed straight up and grazed the rim of a deep, oval innie. I fluttered my fingers into the curls on either side of Rob’s hardened dick–moving back and forth, inside and outside of his inner thigh area to either side of his balls. My fingers played around his hipbones, scritch-scratched the tops of his muscular thighs. I slithered my fingers behind his knees, scampered up and down his shins, calves, ankles. then he began to thrash and beg–his toes began clenching and unclenching. He KNEW what was coming!
“Please….mercy…mercy…NOT MY FEET!!! I can’t stand my feet tickled….oh, god, ple-e-e-e-ase. AAAW…ah.ha..ha…ha..ha…hee… heee….hee…hee…hee….haw haw haw HAW HA HA HA HA HA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!!!! oh please ple-e-ese oh god oh god it tickles! ohgod not my FEETpleasehahahahah.
I continued my assault on his naked tootsies, probing his heels, soles, the balls of his feet. the tops and bottoms of his toes (as his toe-clenching made it possible). I brushed the tops of his feet with light taps, which made his legs tremble and his toes loosen their grip. I tickled around his calves and knees, which made his feet 10 times MORE ticklish when I returned to them. Rob’s laughter became deeper and more anguished. His giggles were more punctuated and gut-splitting. When I finally returned to his torso (his belly and belly button proved the most ticklish of his upper body) I lightly scrubbed his stomach and ribs, chest, nipples with my fingertips in a back-and-forth motion. I alternated rapid spider-crawling strokes with light, shallow jabs, then quickly moving squeezes and scampering, skittering taps with my dragging fingers. Every now and then I reached down and swirled my fingers quickly on the bottoms of his twitching feet….then I would work up and down the insides of his thighs. I noticed that his dick had been leaking pre-cum, and was a deep red color–almost purple. I slowed my tickling to a more erotic, leisurely pace. the tone of his laughter changed to moans of lust and pleasure. I grabbed a feather that I had in reserve and began brushing it across his stiffened dick. His body jolted violently as he tried to take the stimulation. He was far too aroused to speak…and just continued to writhe and thrash and squirm and moan…then giggle, gasp. As I moved the feather faster across his dick, he began to hyperventilate. HE WAS GOING TO BLOW. I took the opportunity to circle with my probing, wiggling fingers, around his tender belly, which twitched and tensed at my slightest touch. He gasped with ticklish pleasure each time I touched his heaving belly. I wormed my swirling fingers as far inside his pulsating little innie as I could. He let out a series of quick gasps, followed by about five heaving pants. He finally let out a guttural cry that sounded like a wolf howling at the moon. His juice squirted in thick streams all over his chest and belly, up over his shoulders, on the mattress beside his pillow. His body shook violently during an orgasm that seemed to last for 10 minutes. Even after he had been drained completely, he lie there twitching and shaking for at least a minute. He smiled from under his blindfold and muttered to himself
“Damn……..”
I wiped Rob up with a warm, damp towel, covered him with a blanket, then waited anxiously for Susan to return. Thankfully, she was back about 15 minutes after Rob blew his wad. I quietly slipped out as she came in. It was agreed that she would untie him, let him get dressed, and send him on his way.
The next day at work, I was bent over a drinking fountain when I felt fingers burrowing into my sides. I yelped and turned around to see Rob grinning at me.
“How was your date with Susan?” I asked nonchalantly.
“It was a fuckin mind-blower. You shoulda warned me, you kinky pervert. Damn, I never felt anything like THAT before.”
I smiled…”Yeah…it’s pretty awesome really. I gotta take it in small doses, actually, cause it makes me so crazy.”
It was a fun time, but truthfully, I don’t know if I’d ever repeat it.”
“Oh no?”
“I dunno. Rob grinned. “Next time I might want to be on the OTHER side…if you know what I mean.”
I felt my face get hot. “Oh REALLY?!” I said.
“We’ll see,” Rob said coyly, “maybe I will be the victim again, who knows, or maybe I’ll have to take turns…” Rob said as he walked away.
Not only did I have a ticklish boy toy for an evening…it was beginning to look like I had a tickle convert on my hands.
When I got back to the nurse’s station, I found a note in an envelope addressed to me. I opened it and read:
I know that was YOU tickling me the other night, you crazy mutherfucker.
I’m gonna get you back when you least expect it!
Rob
Luckily, there was a chair under me behind the nurse’s station, or I would have collapsed to the floor.