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One warm Saturday afternoon, Robby was later than usual arriving at Michael’s. Not that they met by appointment at fixed times. But most weeks, they’d been hanging out together at that time. It was a nice respite from spending too much time being tickled silly by Jaden, Jack, or both their dominant friends in tandem. Besides, that happened almost every Saturday night, and often the Friday night as well.

Robby saw Michael sitting by the window, looking out for him. After their eyes met and they waved, Michael rose and moved out of view. The door was opened before Robby reached it. Robby liked that about Michael, who always came to the door to meet him, whatever Michael had been doing. If Jack or Jaden happened to be in the middle of tickling someone when Robby arrived, he’d usually just hear a shout to come in.

Also, Michael knew Robby’s real first name. And he’d never told anybody. He’d never even let it slip when anyone had called Robby “Robert” (as Jaden and Jack sometimes liked to do). At one time, Robby would have been self-conscious if his original first name had become known. Michael had sensed this instinctively.

Meeting Robby at the door, Michael let his friend in. He waited for Robby to kick his shoes off, then led him to where he’d been sitting and offered him a soda. He liked the way Robby always called him Michael instead of Mike or Mikey, even in little matters such as thanking him for a drink. It made Michael feel more of a real person with a substantial presence, which wasn’t always easy when he spent so much time around Jack and Jaden. As devoted as they were to Robby and Michael, who had long been their friends and tickle toys, Jaden and Jack had such substantial characters that it was easy to feel insignificant when in the same room with either or both of them.

When Robby apologized for being later than he’d meant, Michael replied, “That’s okay. I had a late night. Jaden asked me over. He had some new brushes he wanted to try out. It wasn’t too bad for the first hour or two, but you know Jaden. He just keeps tickling and tickling and tickling…”

Robby nodded sympathetically. “I went over to Jack’s. He tickled me so hard I thought I’d be sore all day when I woke up, but now I feel fine.”

Michael smiled, then asked, “Why are we always the ones who get tickled? We only got to tickle Jaden that one time, and a few times Jaden let us help tickle Jack, but we get tickled at least two or three times every week.”

“Yeah, it’s not fair. Ever since Jaden came back from his long holiday, it’s like he has some weird power over me.”

“Me, too. Half the time I can’t even tell how he gets the upper hand. The other day, we were just talking, and I remember thinking that maybe for once I’d get to tickle him, and it’s like I just went blank. Then the next thing I knew he had me all tied up and was taking my shoes off.”

Robby agreed, “I don’t think we could take Jaden now, even two on one. And Jack’s almost as bad.”

“Jack would be all right except he’s so strong.”

“Well, at least it’s because he works out all the time and not that he takes steroids or anything.”

Michael looked more serious and asked, “Robby, when you wrestle Jack, does he ever, like, tickle you by accident? Because it happens a lot when I wrestle him, and I think maybe he does it on purpose.”

Robby grinned. “Uh, speaking of wrestling, that’s partly why I was late. Michael, is your computer on?”

“Yeah, it is.” They went to Michael’s desk, where Robby sat down and began a search while Michael looked over his shoulder.

“Have you seen this group?” Robby asked. “They call themselves Tickledudes and post videos of all their tickle fights. Sometimes they wrestle, and sometimes two of them hold down and tickle one of the others. In this video here, the main Tickledude who does most of the tickling gets held down and tickled and totally loses it!”

“Awesome!” Michael watched appreciatively, asking at the end of the video, “Does he really do most of the tickling? He’s way freakin ticklish!”

“Yeah, he wins all the tickle fights. And the others all say he’s the best tickler. Kinda like Jaden.”

“Too bad we can’t get these dudes to come help us give Jaden what he’s got coming to him.”

Well, ya know, Michael, I was thinking,” Robby said, accompanied by a suggestive double raise of his left eyebrow, “even though the two of us can’t take down Jaden, there may still be something we can do. You saw how strong that main Tickledude is.” Michael nodded. Robby went on, “Didn’t he remind you of someone?”

Michael said, thoughtfully, “Gee, he did look… kinda like Jack?”

Robby nodded enthusiastically. “Right! And you saw the way his two friends were able to restrain him, even without any ropes, while they tickled him. So I was thinking. We challenge Jack to another 2-on-1 wrestling match. When we win, we tickle him just the way they do in the video until we get him to come over to our side, and then the three of us team up against Jaden.”

“Only we never beat Jack in wrestling, even two against one.”

“That’s because Jack cheats and tickles us all the time. You said it yourself; when you two wrestle, he tickles you, and it seems like an accident. But it isn‘t. He just tickles us to make sure he wins.”

Michael thought this made sense. “Jack likes to win, all right. But, even if we team up against him in tickle wrestling, we’re still more ticklish than he is. And can we really get him to come over to our side?”

Robby nodded. “Sure. If we beat him, Jack will respect us. That’s how he is. And I think we can beat him in tickle wrestling if we take him by surprise. He thinks we’re always so easy to subdue.”

“We are. At least, I am. I’m way too ticklish to hold out against Jack.”

“But he’s always beaten us before because he can tickle one of us out of action really quickly and then take on the other. What if we had some tickle wrestling practice and built up our endurance to where Jack would think he’d tickled one of us out of commission, but then really we’d catch him off guard?”

“Awesome!” Then Michael realized what Robby meant. “You mean… we should tickle wrestle each other?”

“Just as practice.” Robby didn’t want Michael to be scared off.

“Oh, practice, right.” Of course, Michael thought to himself, what else. “I think I still have the mats out in the exercise room.” They walked to that part of the house.

“Oh,” said Robby as they entered the room, “I just thought… since the real tickle wrestling will be with Jack, we should maybe, um, take our shirts off.”

“Oh, right. Sure!” said Michael, pulling his shirt off with the speed of someone used to getting changed in a hurry and tossing it into a corner. Michael started to stretch his arms above his head, then thought he saw Robby watching him and half turned away. Both their faces went a little pink, which showed more in Michael’s more pale countenance.

Robby pulled his shirt over his head from the front. Michael caught a glimpse of stomach as the shirt rode up, but kept his face half turned away until Robby cast the removed shirt into the corner, where it rested right on top of Michael’s.

“I remember the first time I went to Jack’s and saw his sign,” said Robby.

“Me too,” said Michael. “’NO SHIRTS OR SHOES OR NO ENTRY.’ I got confused and kept mine on, so of course I got a ‘punishment’ for it from Jack.”

“So did I. I think that’s why he worded it that way.”

“And let’s keep our socks on, to cope with worse footing.” And their thick socks would be less distracting that thin ones or… bare feet.

“Okay. Do you want to start on top or should I? Or should we start in neutral position?”

“Well, you know Jack always insists on starting on top. That way he always gets in the first tickle. I’ll start on the bottom if it‘s okay, and you can pretend you’re Jack,” offered Michael. “You look more like Jack than I do.”

Robby did his best to get into a Jacklike mindset as Michael set a timer so that their round would start in one minute and then assumed the bottom position. Getting into the top position, Robby could easily see why Jack liked it so much. It certainly facilitated getting in a really good tickle. Only why, he wondered, were his fingers starting to feel so twitchy? The wait for the timer grew.

Michael felt as if at least five minutes must have passed, and still the timer didn’t go off. He couldn’t understand why he was almost trembling. It wasn’t as if he was unused to the bottom position after all the times he’d wrestled Jack. And Robby could hardly prove a more exacting tickler. But why didn’t the timer go off?

The timer went off. Robby’s hands instinctively dug in and tickled; he couldn’t even feel where. Michael let out a great shriek of laughter and seemed to cave in, Robby collapsing on top of him.

“That could have gone better. Sorry,” observed Michael.

“It was just the first try. Let’s do it again,” Robby urged, encouragement taking precedence over enthusiasm.

They took the same positions and tried again, with the same result. After three further identical attempts, Robby thought that Michael was looking a little flustered. He offered to trade positions.

“We might as well,” said Michael. “Maybe you’ll have better luck resisting tickling and we can have you start against Jack.” Robby took up the bottom position. Then Michael settled in against his friend. This time the timer seemed to go off in less than a second. Michael had to remind himself to tickle Robby, who in turn had to remind himself to brace for the tickling. But the end result was the same through several repetitions. Robby burst out laughing at once and they both collapsed like a knifed souffle.

Despite such initially discouraging results, they persisted. Soon results began to improve. After a bit more than an hour, each young man could offer good resistance even to the other’s best tickling, giving them both hope of being able to hold out long enough to fool Jack.

“Let’s start from the neutral position now,” suggested Robby, “so that whichever of us doesn’t start against Jack in the bottom position can get used to tagging in and move him to where the other one can trip him up. Then we get him in the holds those Tickledudes use and let Jack have it. We won’t even use anything from Jaden’s Tickling Kit. No ropes, no feathers, no brushes; it’ll be all natural.”

“We’re gonna tickle Jack in the nude?” Michael blushed.

“In the nude?” The penny dropped. “Oh! No, Michael, I said ALL natural, not AU natural.” In a moment’s pause, both Robby and Michael contemplated the idea. Maybe it would reach the level of naked tickling at some point, but neither wanted to be too eager about raising the possibility to the other.

Using a low stool to fill in for whichever of the two of them would sham being tickled to incapacity, Robby and Michael took turns figuring out how to get Jack into the right area and divert his attention so that they could overpower him. Knowing Jack’s great strength, they realized it wouldn’t be easy. But the main thing was just to be sure to get him to turn his back on whichever of them had fallen.

By the end of another hour, they were both quite satisfied with their plan. Michael asked if they should watch more Tickledudes videos - to learn their holds, of course. Robby liked the idea. Or did Michael want to wrestle a little more first? Feeling partly worked out, Michael liked that idea even better.

The young men wrestled for a while in a lighthearted way. Gradually each began to feel an increase of intensity. Their footing still a little uncertain, they had a couple of stumbles. Then suddenly Robby found himself on his back with Michael grasping his right shoulder. Slightly winded, Robby breathed a little heavily for a moment.

Michael’s gaze followed Robby’s breathing, then focused on his friend’s navel. Then his mind went back to the previous evening, when he had been tickled three-quarters out of his mind by Jaden. During the course of the lengthy tickle torture, Jaden had given Michael a brief respite from tickling, but had chatted conversationally about people and body parts he’d tickled. Jaden had said much in praise of Robby’s belly button. Looking at it, Michael could see why. The size, the shape, the depth, all seemed perfect. The inviting neighbourhood of Robby’s stomach practically seemed to beg for the attention of any available digit.

Michael put in a finger and twirled it. Robby giggled. The twirling and giggling briefly built and then stabilized. Soon Michael had to do it. He removed his finger, leaned over Robby, and blew a loud raspberry.

Startled, Robby shrieked. Michael was stunned by the laugh for a moment. At the same time, the tickle gave Robby a jolt of adrenaline that surged through him, causing him to bolt upright, knocking Michael backwards. Momentum from the sudden burst of energy stayed with Robby long enough for him to wrestle Michael to the ground. In a moment, it was Michael on his back with Robby grasping both his arms and pulling them together above his head.

Robby saw for himself the point of Jack’s remark from the evening before. Jack had no reason to be displeased with any part of his own anatomy, but he had acknowledged to Robby that he would not have objected to having Michael’s armpits (except that then Jaden might tickle them twice as much as he already did). Every once in a while, when Michael went shirtless or wore something sleeveless, Robby had gotten the odd glimpse of those promising fields for so many of Jack’s and Jaden’s tickle dreams. But this was the first time those armpits of the beckoning curves and angles and the perfectly silken light hairs (the cause of Jack’s admiration) were so clearly available to plunder.

Trying to keep hold of both Michael’s wrists with one hand, Robby drew his other into Michael’s nearer armpit and wiggled his fingers. Michael laughed, twisting involuntarily and jerking one arm free from Robby’s grasp. Robby regained control of the wayward arm and tried again. Again Michael laughed; again he twisted out of full control. After another couple of tries on each armpit in turn, Robby accepted that he’d have to keep hold of both Michael’s arms. But there was still a way. Keeping firm hold of both Michael’s arms and extending the right to make the most comfortable angle, Robby leaned in and began to lick.

Feeling the slightly raspy lick, Michael began laughing, gently but steadily. Unable to move his arms enough to do anything, and with Robby‘s legs keeping his sufficiently immobilized, he kept his head pressed against his left arm and turned his face away until the urge to move something made his start rolling his head from side to side. It wasn’t the desperate thrashing that occurred during a torture administered by Jack or Jaden. It really wasn’t so bad at all. Michael’s head came more or less to rest towards his right arm, close to Robby’s.

Robby was definitely seeing Jack’s point. He’d instinctively held his breath before plunging in, but Michael’s scent didn’t put him off in the least. Much more the opposite, if anything. As his tongue played through and around the curves and hollows, Robby felt Michael’s laughter in his hair. Coming up for air, he suggested, “Let’s see how well I can keep you under control in that Tickledudes position.” Michael nodded.

Robby positioned himself to hold down Michael’s outstretched arms with his legs. Shifting in closer, he noticed how different the position felt from what he’d expected while watching the Tickledudes. Then he put both arms into Michael’s pits and dug right in.

Michael instantly started almost squealing, “JEEEEEEEheeheehaHEEEEEZZZ!!!!!” The angle was so different! It tickled so much that he hardly noticed being at such close quarters. His arms jerked instinctively as he laughed, one eventually escaping. This forced Robby to recapture the arm and resume his position while continuing the tickling one-handed. But, as Michael didn’t have a second Tickledude restraining his legs, he got closer to loose more often. Eventually, Robby said, “I think I should flip you over,” matching the deed to the words.

Having flipped Michael onto his stomach, Robby positioned himself between his friend’s legs. Noticing that one of Michael’s socks had come half off, Robby lifted the leg, tugged the sock all the way off and danced his fingers up and down Michael’s bare sole for a moment, producing a fresh burst of laughter. Then Robby released Michael’s leg, hunched over and reached into Michael’s armpits again.

Michael, rather than trying to bring his arms in as close to his sides as he could, chose to stretch his arms out and hold on to the mat at the corner. About to resume tickling, Robby remembered a massage technique he’d seen on an old video. Forming fists, he made circular motions with his thumbs, creating a deepening pressure that soothed rather than tickled. Michael, liking this new move, sighed in contentment.

Robby mixed in some gentle tickles. Michael’s sighs included a few light giggles as he started to wriggle. Robby leaned in and took a couple of quick licks. A few more tickles and Michael laughed steadily as Robby matched his own rhythm to Michael’s squirming.

Leaning in closer still, Robby felt a sudden surge of tickle energy that he didn’t completely recognize. His fingers danced wildly in Michael’s pits, almost as if they were beyond his control. Michael’s squirming became frantic as he practically squealed, “WOhohoho!!! Ro-ha ha hobBY heeheeHEEEEE!!!!!” What Michael felt next put him into a state of minor panic; he twisted as far up as he could and cried out that he needed to use the bathroom. Robby, coming to himself, quickly let Michael up. Michael hurried away.

In the bathroom, Michael ran the cold water. He bathed his face and tried to calm down. He knew what had almost happened, and wondered how Robby would have reacted. Maybe it would be better not to find out. Then he noticed he had one sock on, pulled it off, and put it in the clothes hamper. Feeling a little calmer, he walked back to the exercise room.

While Michael had been gone, Robbie had noticed that his socks were still on. He’d felt way too warm for them, and slipped them off while stepping on the toes to hold them in place. Then he’d lain on the mat again, put his left leg up on the stool, and thought about what he and Michael would do to Jack, which was at least more straightforward than what might happen when Michael returned.

Michael came back into the room uncertain what to do next. The first thing he noticed was Robby’s left foot. That settled everything. “My turn, I guess,” he said, seating himself by the raised foot.

Michael took hold of Robby’s foot and began nibbling gently at the heel. Robby started giggling at once. Soon Michael moved up to the arch, making Robby laugh with abandon. It tickled amazingly, but Robby found that, while he flopped about a good deal as Michael spent what felt like half a year scraping his arch with his teeth, not only couldn’t he move out of the way, he didn’t want to.

From the arch it was a short distance to the ball of Robby’s foot. Getting his technique down, Michael was able to use both rows of teeth simultaneously, feeling only all the more spurred on by the growing strength of Robby’s laughs. It did not seem exactly the same as his ideas of being in Jack’s or Jaden’s position, but he felt at last as if might be getting a hang for tickling of his very own, or at least that he was finally strengthening the more positive portion of his double-edged relationship with the pastime.

It was time for a brief respite. Michael paused, letting Robby’s laughter wind down into a final, “Ohoho hoh wow, Michael, that really TICKLED!!” Then Michael used one fingertip to trace a slow circuit of Robby’s sole, which twitched and trembled almost as if it were a separate living organism while still seeming very much part of Robby at the same time. Robby started to brace himself as the circuit neared completion.

Michael had withstood the temptation of the glistening foot as long as he could. There was nothing for it but to yield and do what he knew he must. He brought his face close again, took a deep breath to prepare and take in the scent, then opened his mouth, released his tongue and began licking from the bottom up.

For Robby, the moment felt indistinguishable from all the times Jack had dished out to him the same treatment, or even Jaden. His responsive laughter felt just the same for some time. If he ever did nearly notice any difference about this occasion, Michael’s tongue hit a fresh hot spot and Robby was lost again.

For Michael, the light sweat he lapped could have been the finest gourmet honey. He trailed his moist tongue in long, smooth strokes up the plain of Robby’s sole, and flicked with the tip into any little areas that instinct told him might release more of the magic-seeming laughter. Any consideration of whether this might be different from other tickling experiences he’d had was drowned by the sea of giggles that sprang from Robby.

While Michael’s licking did go back and forth somewhat, Robby, when he wasn’t too completely occupied by laughing to notice, could tell that there was overall progress up the sole. Gradually Robby felt Michael’s tongue drawing closer to his toes in the manner of an incoming tide, each wave venturing just a little nearer than the one previous. He felt himself tense up, but found he couldn’t shut his eyes, his gaze being fixed on Michael.

Michael had teased himself with keeping Robby’s yummy-looking toes waiting as long as he could. He raised his head, stuck out his tongue and waggled it at Robby, bent Robby’s toes back and approached. Robby, watching in near-fascination, expected that he’d half-explode when Michael’s clever tongue finally pushed between his toes and made contact.

Michael, like Robby, had thought he would lick between Robby’s toes. At the last moment, however, he brought his face slightly farther up. His lips instinctively opened rather than closed. Hardly aware of what he did, Michael felt his mouth engulf Robby’s two smallest toes. His tongue, rather than probing between those toes, made a bed for them in his mouth as Michael began to suck rather than lick.

Robby had drawn a deep breath as Michael’s face had approached his toes. Expecting to experience a great need to laugh wildly, he exhaled in astonishment. As soon as it became clear what Michael was doing, all the tension drained from him instantly in a long, “MMMmmmmmmm…”

Michael sucked happily. Robby’s toes felt as if they really belonged in his mouth! He wasn’t even sure why he’d done that in the first place. Once Jack had made Michael suck his toes, and it hadn’t gone well. Afterwards, even Jack was quick to accept that for Michael it had been a hard limit. But now he sucked on, adding in the occasional lick or nibble to give Robby a bit of variety.

Robby went vowelless. His laughs, moans and sighs all emanated through closed lips, “NHNNNGH HNNGH HNNGHHH HMMMMMMM MMMPPHHH…” He closed his eyes and seemed to go entirely relaxed. Well, almost entirely.

Michael shifted his free hand’s position. It accidentally made contact with Robby’s other leg. Almost without knowing what he was doing, Michael began tickling a path up that leg.

Robby felt Michael’s left hand moving up his leg, which opened as if to accommodate the gentle tickles. He was much more moaning than giggling. And finally he became aware of what had stayed out of his main consciousness as Michael’s hand made its way up and then stopped right at the edge of Robby’s shorts. Knowing what Michael must be seeing but not wanting to open his own eyes in case they met with disapproval, Robby tried to confer with himself one more time. But the sensations that tingled and thrilled all through him from his sucked toes were too strong. Lifting Michael’s hand, Robby moved it the short distance to where he knew he wanted it, and moved the hand up and down in a rubbing motion by way of putting the question.

Robby took his hand away. Time stopped. When it resumed in a moment or a millenium, Michael’s hand began rubbing.

When Robby had lifted his hand from his thigh, Michael had still half-expected that it would be removed from Robby‘s person. He could hardly believe where it had been placed. But there it was, under him, the firm evidence. Even so, he opened his eyes and took a good look just to be sure. Robby’s toes wiggled, as if in protest of being turfed out of their rightful home. Robby’s eyes opened; the friends smiled. Robby’s eyes closed again. Michael sucked. Michael rubbed. All too soon, Robby’s little gasps made the immediate future clear. Just in time he was moving his shorts out of the way; all the spatter landed on his chest and stomach.

Michael reached for a towel, gave it to Robby, then leaned back, giving his friend a chance to come to and clean up a bit. Somewhere in the back of his mind was an idea of what Jaden would do at such a time to press home the advantage of his companion experiencing increased ticklishness after such an occurrence, but something else was making an urgent demand for Michael’s attention. As Robby wiped off, Michael shifted his left leg to the outside of Robby’s right. Then he positioned Robby’s foot along his inner thigh, which filled him with a rush of deep pleasure. This drew Robby’s attention, his foot moving up as Michael made an opening by lifting the leg of his loose shorts.

Robby crept his foot slowly towards his target. He pressed and kneaded into Michael, feeling his friend’s rapidly growing rigidity. Robby’s foot met Michael’s hand, which also began to move with particular purpose. Then Robby noticed Michael’s other leg; it seemed as if Michael’s sole and toes were flexing and curling in time with Robby’s foot’s pressing and kneading. Robby leaned over and held the foot steady. He debated a gentle sucking, but instead opted to lick between Michael’s toes roughly. This elicited loud laughter from Michael and accelerated motion from both young men. All too soon again, Michael was making use of a towel of his own.

Afterwards, they lay on their backs next to each other for some minutes, looking in the same direction but mainly both feeling the accord building between them. They both sensed it hadn’t been a one-off occurrence, which was enough for the present. When they were ready to clean up, they found they were both comfortable rather than awkward when they showered together. It just felt - nice, somehow, passing the soap and the shampoo back and forth, and washing each other’s backs. Soon fresh and clean, they got dressed again without any feeling of either nervousness or regret between them.

Before Robby left, they contented themselves with a light foot rub each. Jaden would be calling soon to make plans for the evening, and neither Robby nor Michael wanted to meet Jaden after too exhilarating an afternoon. They agreed that it was still a bit early to decide exactly when they would implement their Operation Take Down Jack. Both Robby and Michael wanted at least a few more practice sessions first. Neither thought they would have to worry about discovery. Jack’s attention was always firmly on himself, and Jaden was probably far more concerned with turning new guys into his personal tickle toys than with what dudes he was already tickling silly got up to.