By Ray
(Originally posted to Jacks Message Rack November 2001)
Marc Kayaveno leaned forward in his red swivel chair as he clicked on the newest post. ‘Male tickle bottom wanted in Boston’ it said, and just the fact it had the name of his city in it drew his attention. he read it over, felt a small rush of excitement, then regret, knowing he was WAY too shy to ever do anything like that. All he could do was literally watch from afar…besides, he was WAY too ticklish. Seeing it happen to other guys was one thing, but himself? He couldn’t imagine. Marc leaned back as he clicked the ‘back’ button. He sighed. What was he doing? If someone was to walk in…
The screen loaded. he leaned forward again and continued scrolling down ‘the Rack’. No new posts. Nothing of any interest, at least. He sighed, pushing his thin glasses back against his nose then lazily leaning back in his chair.
Marc was about 26, a science teacher at Bellingham high. He was about 6 feet, blonde hair, blue eyes. He didn’t need the glasses but chose to wear ’em anyways. He was dressed in his button-down white shirt and khakis, finished with the striped tie and brown shoes. This was his first year actually teaching, but the first semester seemed to one off without a single problem. He had just closed grades, and was not using his free time to do more…enjoyable… things. The beauty of the room he had been ‘stuck’ with was how far in the back it was, tucked away in a rarely visited corner, and equipped with soundproof doors and plenty of space. he figured it to be the old wood shop.
It was almost 3, time for him to get a move on. Many of the other teachers had already left, but he promised his students he would stay in case they needed extra help. Considering most of them were seniors, and jocks, they would definitely need this class to graduate, and it didn’t look good for most of them. Marc scrolled down the site some more, looking for posts he may have missed, or new replies. Suddenly, the door at the other end of the room flew open as two of his students hurried in. Marc minimized the window and sat up suddenly, startled.
“Mr K!!” one of them laughed, acting all ‘buddy buddy’. His name was Keith Hudson, the captain of the football team, and one of his worst students. he was almost 19, well built, and one of Marc’s worst students. Marc gave him a look as he stood up, fixing his tie.
“Yes Keith?” he asked, trying to sound stern.
“What, no hello?” Keith replied quickly, walking up to him and putting up his hand for a high five. Marc rolled his eyes. Keith was also one of the most immature students of the whole school.
“Aren’t ya gonna slap him?” the other kid asked. Harry Garfunkle, another of Marc’s students, and Keith’s best friend. Harry was much quieter, much better behaved, but when he got with Keith, all this went away. he would do anything for a laugh, anything to win Keith’s approval. He was about as tall as Keith, with dark brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. He wasn’t quite as build as his friend, but you could tell he was trying.
“I’d like to.” Marc mumbled, straightening some of the papers on his desk. “Now what is it?”
Keith was looking around the room as if he had never been in there before. “Well ya see Mr K…” he started, in a completely different voice, much sweeter than before, .”.as we all know, today was the last day of you class…”
“Yes, and?”
“Aaaaaaaaand, it appears to me, I may be in danger of failing your class…meaning the coach will kick me off the team…”
“And?”
“Well, I know you! you’re cool! You won’t let that happen!”
“Keith I-“
“Mr K, seriously. I know you don’t want our school to lose every bit as much I don’t! So c’mon!”
“What are you implying? That I change your grade?”
“Well, not exactly, but I’m sure there’s some missing details in that grade book which you have..looked over…” he said, starting behind Marc’s desk. Marc’s senses jumped, realizing how close he was to his computer. He prayed he had remember to minimize the window…
“Keith, I can’t do th-“
“Well now, what’s this?” Keith asked, looking down at the desk. Marc’s heart jumped into his throat. Keith smiled at the desk, then reached out and picked up….a paper.
“Looks like your grades” he smiled. Marc let out a sigh of relief.
“Yes, actually…”
“And will ya look at this! You can pick up a pencil…and erase…and no one will ever know the difference!”
“Keith, I WILL NOT change you grade.” Marc said sternly. “You earned that F. You cut my class ten times! You’ve failed every test, even the open book ones! And you didn’t hand in a single assignment or project. how do you honestly figure I’ll pass you? it won’t happen.”
Keith dropped the paper, looking up at Marc, his eyes pleading with puppy dog tears. “Please Mr. k, I don’t want to get kicked off the team!”
“That’s not my fault.”
“But it is!” he exclaimed, starting back over towards him. He picked up Marc’s grade book as he passed one of the lab benches and set it down in front of him. Marc sighed as he opened it, pointing to Keith’s name. “look.” he said “all 0’s. Not a single passing grade. There’s nothing I can do.”
“But what about class participation!”
“I don’t consider making fart noises from the back of the room participating.”
“I do!”
“Keith-“
“Well, well, well, what’s this?” Harry’s voice suddenly cut in. uh-oh. Marc had forgotten about him. Losing all color in his face, Marc slowly turned to him. To his horror, he saw Harry behind his computer, starting directly at the screen, the mouse at his fingertips. His smile was so big he looked like a jack-o-lantern “Jack’s male Tickling rack…you never taught us about THIS in anatomy!”
Marc’s voice was caught in his throat. “I…you…that’s not mine…what are you looking at…must be another dumb add…” he found himself stumbling over words. Harry’s smile grew broader.
“Why Mr K!”
“That-“
“A message rack for people with a fetish for tickling…hmmm…”
“You-“
Keith suddenly ran over and looked into the screen, his eyes glowing with joy. Marc couldn’t move, he was frozen. He wanted to die. Keith looked up, his eyes still glowing, a possessed smile on his face.
“Haaaaarry…” he said softly, his eyes never unlocking from Marc’s.
“Yeah?” Harry responded, his eyes also sparkling.
“Let’s get him.”
Marc spun and bolted for the door, but both jocks caught up with him in only two steps. Keith quickly pinning his arms behind his back as Harry tickled him furiously. Marc immediately exploded with laughter, wiggling and squirming, doing all he could to get away from the boys. But they easily overpowered him, and only seconds later he was flat on his back, still pinned, his legs flailing.
“Oh this just won’t do!” Harry laughed, still tickling his ribs. He jumped off of him and threw open every drawer in site, while Keith kept his arms pinned with one hand and quickly ripped the buttons off his shirt with other other.
Harry ran back with a huge roll of duck tape, then ripped off Marc’s tie with one hand. Keith grabbed it and the two boys used it and the duck tape to secure Marc’s wrists being his head, then taped to a concrete pole rising from the floor. Harry sat on Marc’s ankles, pinning his feet, and tore off his brown shoes, revealing his thin black socks. He immediately dug his fingers into the soles of Marc’s feet, making him howl. Keith crouched over his stomach and reached under his shirt, tickling his armpits. Marc still had his white wife beater on, making the rib tickling even worse. The boys were going nuts on him. Marc was laughing so hard it wasn’t even laughing anymore, for no sound was escaping him. tears were starting to form, and his glasses became so foggy that if he was to open his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to see anything.
“Kootchy kootchy koo!” Keith teased, going quickly between Marc’s armpits and ribs. Harry peeled one of his socks off.
“No-ho-ho!” Marc managed through his laughter.
Harry laughed, “let’s see which tickles more! Do you like socks on or off?”
Marc literally screamed with laughed. He felt like his head was about to explode. The boys had him pinned so perfectly there was absolute no way to escaping. All he could think about was getting away, he couldn’t stand this.
Harry was now tickling him in-between his toes and moving his tickling fingers along the tops of his feet and up his legs. Marc started bucking as soon as he felt the sensations pass through him, the hairs on his legs standing up.
After only three minutes, he was soaked in sweat. His blonde hair was plastered against his drenched forehead, and his white wife beater felt like it had been in a pool. even his legs were sweating, but the jocks were still relentless, tickling and teasing every inch of his body. Well, almost every inch. The teasing was the worst, but he escaped most of it because he was laughing so hard.
Suddenly, the boys stopped, and Marc panted like a dog to catch his breath. Keith’s laugh echoed in his ears. “Kootchy kootchy!” he teased, tickling him under the chin. Marc was far too weak to fight it. “Now…about that grade…”.
“N-no!” Marc suddenly heard himself cry out. no sooner had he done it than he regretted it. Only milliseconds later he was in hysterics and Keith dog into his soft armpits and Harry spun around the focus on his knees. Keith saw was Harry was doing.
“need a little help there?” he laughed, also turning to tickle the bottoms of his teacher’s knees while his friend teased the tops. Marc couldn’t stand this one. Screams of laughter emerged from his throat as he bucked as hard as he could. The weight of the two boys was far too much for him. He was actually forced to lay there and allow the tickling to go on.
The boys stopped to allow him to catch his breath as the carefully switched positions. Suddenly, a huge wave of embarrassment came over Marc, and his face grew a shade redder than it already was.
“S-stop…” he hissed out, .”.please!”
“You gonna pass me?” Keith asked, gently tickling the bottom of his un-socked foot.
“I ca-ca-ca-cannnnn’t-hehehehe!!” he laughed, wiggling in his bonds.
“I like the reaction of his knees better!” Harry smiled, sticking his fingers in Marc’s armpits.
“Me too!” Harry replied, sliding his hands under Marc’s pant legs to tickle the tender bottoms of his knees. “These pants are pissin me off!”
“Take ’em off!” Harry yelled, a huge smile spreading across his face. Marc’s stomach suddenly felt like a stone as he felt Keith’s hand reaching for his belt. He bucked and screamed more, but there was no avoiding it.
“P-p-plllllllllease no-ho-ho-hahahaaaa! n-nooooohahah!!!”
Keith ignored him and undid his pants, then started pulling them down, over his boxers. Marc’s face turned yet ANOTHER shade of red, for hiding beneath his pants was a huge hard-on. It literally sprang out at Keith as he pulled the khakis down.
“Whoa!” he yelled, then laughed, “Harry! Check this out!: Marc fell limp as soon as Harry stopped tickling him, but he knew what was buying him time. Suddenly and electric shock ran through his body as one of the guys grabbed it.
“Looks like someone’s not hating this as much as he says he is!” Keith laughed, reaching up the bottoms of his boxers and tickling his inner thighs while Harry kept his strong hold on Marc’s covered erection. He suddenly squeezed it, and Marc could feel the precum dribble down the side. He let his head fall back against the pole, still giggling and twitching from Keith’s tickling fingers.
“I got an idea…” Keith laughed, , yanking Marc’s boxers down without warning. Marc cried out a little as Harry grasped his boner with two hands. An electric shock surged through his body as he let out a high-pitched yelp as he felt Keith’s fingertips lightly tickle his balls. Marc broke out in a cold sweat, arching his back and bucking again.
“Tickle tickle tickle!” Keith teased. Harry let go of his dick with one hand and started tickling the shaft and head. His cock began to throb.
“oh-ho-ho!” Harry exclaimed “he’s REALLY not hating this!”
“Ah-….I…oh….I…haha!!!…no..” Marc panted, half giggling. The guys smiled at each other.
“Let’s earn that A” Keith said, smiling. Harry smiled evilly and began jerking Marc off. immediately, Marc’s breath got heavy and his head fell back again. Keith continued lightly tickling his balls, but the two feeling were mixing so much the good sensations turned the tickling into the best feeling in the world. Not even a minute later, Marc gasped and came a good two feet in the air, undoubtedly the best of his life. His body went totally limp as the guys smiled at each other. “So…” Keith started after a short pause, .”..about that A…”
Marc didn’t say anything.
“Ya know,” Harry smiled, ‘they say a man’s MUCH more ticklish after he cums!”
This made Marc jolt up, struggling to sit up against the restraints.
“No!” he cried out “that’s not…that’s not necessary….”
The boys smiled at each other again, turning to face their teacher. Marc kept struggling. “I…I’m sure we can find some extra credit for you…enough to pass you at least….” he said softly. Keith’s smile broadened, and he slapped hands with Harry.
“That’s what I wanna hear!” he cried out, grabbing a pair of scissors off the desk and cutting the duck tape. “Layta Mr k!” he called and he swung his bag over his shoulder and left with Harry.
It took a good three or four minutes for Marc to get the strength to get up off the floor. His entire body tingled, he was still soaked with sweat and now covered in cum. He pulled up his boxers and used his shirt to wipe himself off. He sighed heavily and forced himself to his feet. Looking around the disaster area, he slowly got dressed, than laughed to himself. It didn’t feel real. However, he slowly walked back over to his grade book, and put in a D, adding an A+ class participation and extra credit assignment. This one was one grade Keith actually deserved.
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Marc smiled to himself as Keith walked across the stage to get his diploma. He had passed by three classes, which is still close, but he didn’t need the passing grade in Marc’s class as much as he had thought. all the second semester he worked his ass off, deserving that diploma. Marc hadn’t really seen him since that day, and he seemed to have matured at least a little bit. He was nineteen and going to one of the finest football colleges on a scholarship. For some odd reason, Marc felt proud of him.
When Harry got called, Marc applauded once again, but wasn’t as surprised to see him. Harry had always been good in school. They hadn’t spoken either. Once again, though, a strange feeling of pride arose in him.
As the streamers were being swept up by janitors, Marc gazed around the room the party was held in, sitting back comfortably in his chair sipping his champagne. Almost everyone was gone, the room was a mess, and he looked back on the past year, sort of zoning out. Suddenly he heard someone come up behind him. Marc turned.
“Hi Mr K,” Keith smiled shyly.
“Keith!” Marc exclaimed, standing to shake his hand. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” Keith shrugged. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Yes you could. You passed by three classes.”
“Oh yeah…” he said softly, looking down at his feet. he took a deep breath. “Mr K….I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“That day in your room.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. it was wrong, I know it was. It’s kinda haunted me for the rest of the year…I’m sorry.”
“Well…” Marc said, placing a hand on his shoulder, “it’s ok. I’m over it.”
“Really? That’s…that’s great. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“Um,..Mr Kayaveno?”
“Yeah?”
“Between us guys…..in all honestly…did you really hate it THAT much?”
Marc blushed a little. “Between us guys?” he asked softly. Keith nodded. Marc let a small smile out. “No. Not THAT much.”
Keith smiled, the blushed. “And just between us guys…neither did I.”
“Really?” Marc asked, lifting his eyebrows.
Keith shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Well..maybe you could call me sometime. I have a couple friends who we may want to get together with before you go off to college.”
“Really? That’s be great!”
“Well,” Marc said, grabbing a napkin and scribbling his number on it, “here’s my number. Call me sometime, ok?”
“Will do,” Keith replied. He shook Marc’s hand again. “This is great. Thanks Mr K.”
“Thank you…for everything.” Marc smiled, and the guys hugged, and Keith left. Marc smiled again, sitting down. This may just turn out to be the best summer of his life…