Title: Tickling the Soldier Author: Christopher Trevor
Author's Note and Dedications: At this point in time I have written, had published, started to write, am working on and had so many stories inspired by so many different guys (and some women as well), that I thought for this one, "Tickling the Soldier", it was high-time I dedicated a tickle story to the guys who have been there for me since all this tickling madness began. I also felt that with my combined fetishes for Military Uniforms and Tickling, this would be the most superb time for a multi-dedication. So, with that in mind, I hereby dedicate the story, "Tickling the Soldier" to the following and very best tickle buddies a guy could have the good fortune to know: Rich (AKA Catinhat): Much thanks for posting my work on your awesome website, "Myfriendsfeet.com and for the video, "Tickling the Pitcher." ETUK: The tickler of handsome Wall Street executives. Tom z: The very ticklish tickled man. Doug Gaines: For putting us where we belong in the "Fraternity." Wayne Courtois: A fellow tickle author. Thank you for "My name is Rand." Daryll: The fiendish tickler. Thanks for introducing me to Neil. May he RIP. Neil: The best pedicure and foot buddy a guy could know. RIP my friend. John: The red socked tickled guy. Steve: Who just loves to tickle you. Adam H: Thanks for helping bring "Chuck's Ticklish Plight" to written life and thanks as always for your ideas and inspiration. You are a treasure, my friend. Vince: For fiendish inspiration and friendship too. Alan: As always, my husband, for being there for me for the last 30 years. I love you. All the guys (and girl) of "The Dinner Club": Thanks to all of you for support, thanks for believing in me and being there for me.
My name is Sommers, Ron Sommers to be exact. I'm a sergeant in the United States army and damned proud of it. I'm 48 years old; a career soldier I suppose you would call it. I joined up when I was nineteen. I'm married and I have two daughters. Recently, I was cleaning out a closet and came across an old photo album. I dusted it off and sat down on the living room couch to look through it. In the album, there were pictures of me in my uniform from when I had first joined the army, 29 years ago to be exact. There were pictures of me with my parents, (God, but they looked so damned proud) friends, and neighbors that I had grown up with. As I looked through the photo album I could not believe that so much time had gone by, and so quickly at that, it seemed. I turned the page again and saw a caption on the top page which read, "Ron's first homecoming." It was my mother's handwriting, and beneath it was a picture of me in my olive colored dress uniform, standing with my parents in front of the house we had lived in. I vividly recalled that day. I had been in the army almost a year and had been granted my first week of leave. Of course I spent it with my parents' at their house. I was their only child and they had missed me as much as I had missed them. On the next page was a picture of me with a few neighbors and when I turned the page again and saw the picture, it felt as if my heart had stopped for a second. It was a picture of me with my four best buddies from the neighborhood. Their names were Eddie, Lester, Arnold and Ted. As I stared at the picture my heartbeat accelerated and suddenly, without any warning, my cock grew hard in my pants. The next picture was of me sitting, perched up on Eddie's shoulders, his big hands wrapped around my black socked ankles, and my other three buddies standing around us. I looked totally triumphant sitting on Eddie's shoulders. When my mother had seen Eddie hoist me to his shoulders, she thought it would make a great picture. My cock pounded yet in my pants. I was remembering what my four so-called buddies had done to me, as a way of welcoming me home, and as a way of playing a very horrible joke on me. As I said, I had joined the army when I was nineteen. When I was granted my first leave I was twenty. I took a Greyhound bus to my hometown and my father picked me up at the bus terminal. He looked so proud when he saw me get off that bus, me clad in my olive colored dress uniform. We ran toward each other and hugged till it hurt. "Damn, it's good to see you, Ron," my father said, choking back tears. "You too Dad, you too," I sniffled, as he held me, my tears streaming out of my eyes, his hand on the back of my neck. He drove us home and when we pulled up in front of the house I saw that my mother and a few of the neighbors were there, waiting for us. Before I could get my duffel bag out of the trunk of the car, I was hugged, kissed, and hugged even more by the older women of the neighborhood. Even some of the young girls came to welcome me home. Some of them kissed me more than once, their lips really pressing hard against my face. I wondered if they were leaving lipstick smears on me. I felt like a damned war hero. My mother cried, as she hugged and kissed me over and over. She was acting as if I had been gone for years, or, had been to war. But then, I was her little boy after all. We took a few pictures in front of the house, and slowly, the neighbors began dispersing. "I didn't expect all this fanfare," I said to my parents. "I feel like I'm returning from a war or something." "Well, when I told everyone you were coming home they were all very anxious to see you," my mother said proudly. "Yeah, I gathered that," I said, as I wiped lipstick off my face with my fingers, smiling like a kid. "Well, let's go in and have lunch," my mother said. "I have all your favorite dishes ready for you." "Okay, you and dad go on in," I said. "I just have to get my duffel bag out of the trunk." As they went in the house I opened the trunk and hauled out my big duffel bag. Suddenly, from behind me I heard someone letting out a loud whooping sound of sorts. I dropped my duffel bag on the ground and quickly turned around, but not quickly enough to prevent my buddy Eddie, from charging up to me, sliding under my legs, and hoisting me up off the ground, and to his huge shoulders. "UHHHNNNFFFFF," I gasped, as my feet left the ground, and I was hoisted high and quickly balanced up there. "WHOOOOOOO!!!" Eddie howled happily. "Welcome home Ronnie boy!!" Looking down, I saw that my other buddies, Lester, Arnold, and Ted were also there. "H-hey you guys," I said a little shakily, afraid that Eddie was going to drop me, as he got me well-positioned atop his shoulders. "G-good to see all of you." They weren't so much my buddies, as they were the neighborhood bullies. And man, did they delight in bullying me every chance they could get. Mostly because I was the little guy on the block and they were all bigger and stronger than I was. Seems like that is the law of the jungle when it comes to neighborhood kids, huh? But now the tables had been turned. I was a well-trained soldier and I could swat them like flies if they tried to give me any trouble. I had no idea at that moment though just how much trouble they planned on giving me while I was home on leave from the service. Eddie and Lester were both pretty big and muscular guys, with dark hair and dark eyes. Arnold had blond hair and was sort of chunky, and Ted was tall with light brown hair and sinister looking eyes. At the time of my first leave I had a body like iron, thanks to all the basic training I had gone through. Eddie spun around a few times while still holding me atop his huge shoulders, his hands firmly gripping my black socked ankles. "Ed-Eddie, easy man!!" I yelled, fearful that he would let go of my ankles and send me sprawling on my back to the ground. "Be careful!" "Yeah Eddie, he's only home for a few days and we don't want to send him back to Uncle Sam all broken and ruined," Lester said mockingly. Just then, my mother came back over with her camera and asked if we all wouldn't mind posing for a picture or two, with me atop Eddie's shoulders. "Mom, please, just make it quick," I said as politely as I could to her. "I-I'm getting dizzy up here." Lester, Arnold and Ted gathered around Eddie and we all smiled for my mother's camera. She took two pictures and then walked back to the house, thanking us as she went. Eddie finally put me down and I smoothed my uniform jacket and straightened my tie. "So, you're looking pretty damned good Private Sommers," Eddie said, jiggling the nametag on my uniform jacket. "The army must be treating you right." "Yeah, they're treating me as well as can be expected," I replied. "How are things with you guys?" "Pretty good," Arnold replied. I could tell he was lying, just by the way his voice sounded. The four of them were the laziest guys I had ever known in my life, the kind that would never amount to anything. "We should all hang out one night before you have to leave to go back to your base," Ted suggested. "Why don't you invite us over?" "Yeah, sure," I said, not really meaning it at all. "We could bullshit over a few beers." "Soldier boys like beer eh?" Eddie asked me and squeezed my shoulder. "Yeah, we do," I said and picked up my duffle bag. "Listen, it was great to see all of you, but I want to go inside and eat now. I'll talk to you guys soon." As I walked toward the house, I could feel their eyes on my back. Had I known what they were planning for me at that moment, I would have been on the first Greyhound back to my base. No United States soldier should ever have to endure what those four bastards put me through. Two days later, my parents decided to go to a late movie. Actually, I think it was my dad's idea, because he felt that I needed some time by myself. He was right. So, at around 8:30 PM I kissed my parents goodbye and told them to enjoy the movie. With the house all to myself I decided to chug a few beers, watch some TV in my room, and then conk out for a long night's sleep. I didn't know at that moment that I would not be getting much sleep at all that night. I stripped out of my casual army khakis, down to my white briefs and calf length black nylon dress socks, got a few beers from the refrigerator and walked up to my room. As I passed a full-length in the hallway, I stopped to look at my muscular reflection. "Fucking sexy devil you are, Ronnie boy," I said to my reflection, smiled stupidly and walked to my room. I flicked on the TV set, stretched out on my bed and popped open the first beer. I took a long hearty gulp and said, "AHHHH, good," as the cold beer slid down my throat. As I watched TV and drank beer, my cock bulged hard in my briefs. "MMMMMMM, wonder what the chances are of having Maggie from down the block stop by for a while," I murmured as I chugged down more beer. "Fucking girl couldn't stop kissing me the other day when I got home." Thoughts of Maggie filled my head as I opened the second beer and took a long hearty gulp of it. My cock had grown even harder in my briefs, and not just rock hard, but piss hard as well. Yeah, beer will always do that to me. I finished my second beer and as I sipped the third one I began to feel really good and woozy. I had to piss like a fucking racehorse, but I would take care of that later. I actually like waiting till I'm at what I call the boiling point to drain my vein, it feels so good as relief fills me as I piss and piss like crazy. "Oh yeah, fucking hot Maggie," I whispered throatily, as I lay back on the bed, stretching my muscular and well-toned body out. I dropped my half-full bottle of beer on the floor and conked out, cold. What I didn't know at that moment, as I lay there snoring (sounding like a goddamned buzz-saw) was that my four buddies were silently climbing up the trellis on the outside of the house, toward my open bedroom window. (It was a warm night, so I had left the window open a crack to let the air in, bad mistake, huge mistake.) Eddie was the first one to get to my window and when he saw the empty beer bottles and me conked out cold he gave the other three guys a thumbs-up sign. They were about to give the soldier boy a welcome home he would not soon forget. Silently, Eddie pushed my window the rest of the way open and climbed into my bedroom, followed by Lester, Arnold, and lastly, Ted, who had a backpack in his hand. Eddie pressed his index finger against his lips, indicating for all of them to be silent. They tiptoed over to my bed and stood two of them on each side of me, as I lay there slumbering. In my alcohol induced sleep, I heard them whispering about me. I didn't react because I thought I was having some kind of sleazy dream. The two and a half beers had seemed to have taken a strong toll on me. "Damn, Sommers looks fucking great since he joined the goddamned army, he's built like a bull," Lester whispered, as he stared down at me. "And look at the size of those nipples on him, GAWD, bigger tits than a woman's..." "Forget his tits man, look at the size of that fucking bulge in his briefs," Arnold whispered breathlessly. "Fucking cock of his is pulsing with a life of its own." "Both of you forget all that," Ted whispered, as he knelt at one of my black socked feet and inhaled deeply. "These big feet of his look like they're size fucking eleven, and they sure as hell smell good and funky." "Listen you guys," Eddie whispered, taking on an air of authority. "If we're going to get this party going, we have to get Private Sommers here roped up, and tight. Ted, get some rope out of that backpack and let's get started." I squirmed a bit in my sleep at the sound of Eddie saying they were going to rope me up. The four men all stood silently and they did not even breathe till they were sure I was totally conked out again. Watching me squirm made a couple of their cocks stir, I'm sure. When they were sure I was in dreamland again, Ted smiled, opened his backpack and pulled out some rope. As they slowly, methodically and carefully twined rope around my wrists and black socked ankles, I stirred again in my alcohol induced sleep. "MMMMMMMHHHH," I murmured, as I began to slowly wake up, in full this time. "Hurry up, you guys," Eddie whispered harshly. Quickly, they secured the ropes around my wrists and ankles and then tied the slack of them to my headboard and footboard. "MMMMMMMMHHHH, wh-whass goin' on?" I slurred, as I woke up, slowly opening my eyes, and by then it was too late to do anything. When I fully opened my eyes, I found myself tightly tied to my bed in a sexy as all fuck spread eagle position. "WH-WHAT the fuck???" I gasped when I tried to sit up and then saw my four so-called buddies in my room. "EDDIE!! You fuckers, you fucking guys!! Some things never change do they???" I thrashed wildly on my bed, trying desperately to get untied. "AAARRRRHHHHH GAWD, fuckers got me tied to my damned bed, "I seethed and my cock pounded (filled to overflowing with piss and jazz) like crazy in my white cotton briefs. "What's the point of all this???" "We just want to give you a welcome home that you'll remember for all time, Ronnie boy," Eddie said, opening up one of my bottles of beer. "Fucker, you gave me that when you hoisted me up on your mammoth-sized shoulders and nearly dropped me on the sidewalk the other day," I spat up at Eddie, as he sat down on the bed next to me. Then, he lifted my head up and placed the open bottle of beer to my lips. "Drink up, Soldier boy," Eddie said commandingly. With no choice, but to do as I was being told, I chugged the beer down. When I looked at my bound-black socked feet and saw Ted sniffing heartily at one of them I pulled my lips off the bottle. Some beer spilled onto my chest, but I really didn't give a fuck about that at the moment. I mean, a guy was sniffing my goddamned socked foot after all. "WH-what the fuck is he doing???" I blurted angrily and in utter disbelief. "Fucking sleazy bastard is sniffing my rancid feet!!" "That isn't all we're going to do to your feet, Soldier," Ted said fiendishly and reached into his backpack. He took out two Q-tips, and holding them together began running the tips of them over the bottom of my foot that he was kneeling by. "UHHHHHHH!!!! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!!" I gasped, as I bucked wildly on the bed. "F-fucker is tickling my damned foot!! SH-shit!! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!! Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!!! Smiling eagerly, Arnold knelt at my other bound foot, grabbed it at the ankle, and pressed two fingertips against the meaty bottom of it. "OOOOOOOHHHHH no, no!!!" I pleaded miserably. "N-not you too, Arnold!!!" Arnold pressed his fingertips against the bottom of my foot and began running and strumming them up and down, up and down, and up and down, tickling me like crazy. "OOOOOHHHHHH you crazy fuckers!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!" I laughed helplessly. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HOOOOOOOO, ha!!! PL-please stop, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" "Tickle those tootsies of his good you guys," Eddie said, as he put the bottle of beer down on my night table and pressed his fingertips into one of my hairy and sweaty armpits. He looked down at me meanly and totally fiendishly. "Soldier boy, we are going to tickle torture you till you can't take it," Eddie said, practically drooling over me. "And then we're going to tickle torture you some more, just for the fucking fun of it." "NO, no, oh GAWD, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!" I roared uncontrollably. "Y-you fucking shit heads!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Lester sat down on the bed near my other bushy armpit and pressed his fingertips into it. "OOOOOHHHHHH HA, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!" I laughed loudly. "M-my parents are downstairs!! Th-they'll hear!" "No they're not," Eddie said, taunting me, leering at me. "We saw them go out earlier. When we wished them a good evening, they told us that they were going to a late movie and then out to a late dinner. Soldier boy, you are ours for the next few hours and then some." "OH FUCK, I am so screwed..." I reeled. Eddie went on tickling my armpit like crazy; really pressing his fingertips into the sweaty crevices in there and then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I looked up at him in total disbelief. "Bastards!!" I yelled in between laughing. "Y-you guys went from being bullies to being faggots!!" Within minutes I was sweating miserably, as the four men tickled my feet and my armpits at the same time. My cock was throbbing long and hard, beefy in my briefs, dribbling beads and beads of piss. "HA, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!" I laughed loudly and wildly. "Faggots!!" They ran their tongues all over the arches and sides and sides of my feet and really went to town sucking the sweat out of my socked toes. Every fucking time those two perverts sucked my toes, they had looks of ecstasy on their faces. When Ted tired of tickling me with the Q-tips, he tossed them aside and took a feather duster out of his backpack. He stood up and ran the feather duster over my stomach and ribs, as Lester and Eddie went on tickling my now sweaty and stinking armpits, and Arnold continued tickling one of my feet. I bucked up and down on the bed, laughing loudly, as Ted ran the feather duster over my torso. When he touched my very erect and large nipples with it, I really howled and went into frenzy. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I roared, as Ted noticed the effect that tickling my nipples was having on me. "OOOOOOOOHHH SHIT!!!" The other guys stopped tickling me (momentarily) and stood and watched, as Ted slowly ran the feather duster over my nipples. My cock was throbbing wildly now. I had to fucking piss!!!" "G-guys plea-please, no more," I grunted, as I lay there sweating and heaving, catching my breath. "I-I have to piss like you would not believe!! I drank a few beers before you pranksters captured my sexy ass like this...and that always makes me have to piss like a racehorse...so please..." Ted stopped running the feather duster over my nipples and the four guys looked down at me, a gloating expression in all their eyes. "Piss?" Eddie asked me with a wicked smile. "Soldier boy, we aren't untying you for a long fucking time so you're either going to hold that piss or you're just going to have to piss into those sexy looking briefs you've got on." "RRRRRRRR!!! FUCKERS!!!" I roared and thrashed wildly on the bed, ttrying more than desperately at that point to get myself untied. The four men laughed at my peril and Ted reached into his backpack again. "Oh no, no," I murmured helplessly. "What now?" With a wicked looking grin on his face, Ted held up two toothbrushes. "Gentlemen, shall we resume tickling this hot soldier boy?" Ted asked and handed Arnold one of the toothbrushes. "Oh no, no, no," I said miserably, as Ted and Arnold settled back at my feet and Eddie and Lester readied themselves at my armpits. "Fucking bastards!" All at once, they started tickling me again. Ted and Arnold ran the bristles of the toothbrushes up and down the bottoms of my socked feet, as Eddie and Lester pressed their fingertips into my armpits, twirling them around in there, really driving me crazy. "AAAAAARRRGHHHHH HA, HA, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!" I laughed and howled uncontrollably. "HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HAR, HAR, HAR, OOOHHHHH you bastards!" My muscular body bucked up and down, as they tickled me relentlessly more and more, driving me absolutely batty. Eddie reached down and squeezed one of my nipples hard, as they went on and on tickling me. "OHHHHHHHH, fucking squeezing my damn tits too, huh?" I asked angrily. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" As Eddie squeezed my nipple, my cock grew even harder. By now it was throbbing crazily, filled to the brink with piss and jazz. My balls were aching for release almost as much as I was. When Eddie stopped tickling my armpit and closed his mouth around my nipple that he had been squeezing, I knew that I could not hold it back anymore. "OHHHHHHHH you faggot," I roared miserably. "Fucking guy, sucking my tits!!" As Eddie worked my nipple with his lips, his tongue and his teeth, and the other guys continued tickling the tar out of me, I pissed, and pissed, and pissed, and pissed, oh jeez man, I pissed right into my briefs. The way the guys were working me, teasing and sucking my tits, tickling me, I felt as if I had lost total control...and of my piss of all things at that. Very unbecoming for a soldier boy, let me tell you. A big hot yellow stain grew in my briefs, as I pissed like a goddamned racehorse. The scent wafted up into my nostrils and seemed to drive the guys on even more in tormenting me. I was mortified, totally humiliated, and hornier than I had ever been before in my life. After I finished pissing they stopped tickling me again (momentarily) to let me catch my breath, and to give me a very much needed drink. Eddie lifted my head up off the bed and put the bottle of beer to my trembling lips. I gulped it down greedily. Arnold and Ted were sucking my socked toes, really eating and gulping down my foot stink through my socks, but I was too tired and too winded to complain about it at the moment. Besides, it did feel sort of good at that. "Enjoying yourself?" Eddie asked, when I stopped drinking the beer. He put the bottle down on my night table and ran his hand over my short (buzz-cut) hair. "Y-yeah, I'm having the fucking best time of my life!!" I replied as sarcastically as possible. "I just love being tied to my damned bed and being tickle tortured by childhood bullies!" "Well then, in that case I suppose we should get on with it more then," Ted said and reached into another compartment of his backpack. I watched as he took out four long stiff goose feathers. He hand one each to the guys and held onto one for himself. They all began running the tips and sides of the feathers aimlessly over my muscular body. They tickled my sides, my stomach and ribs, the insides and outsides of my thighs, my legs and my armpits. I laughed loudly, but not as loudly as when they had been tickling the bottoms of my feet as well. It seemed that if they left my feet alone, I could somehow tolerate the torture, somewhat. But then, Eddie and Lester ran the tips of their feathers over and around my nipples. "UHHHHHFFFFF," I grunted and bucked up and down on the bed again. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" "Man oh man, those tits of his seem to the most sensitive part of his body," Eddie commented, teasing the tip of one of my nipples with his feather. "Want to bet?" Ted asked and yanked my piss socked briefs down in front, exposing my big, hard, thick and throbbing cock. Droplets of pre cum were oozing out of my piss hole and my big hairy and sweaty balls were hanging low in my sexy nut sac, sitting on the bed. All four of the men stopped tickling me and looked at my manhood in awe. It was pointing straight up, begging to release the mounds of jazz bottled up in it. Smiling, Ted ran the tip of his feather over my big balls and up and down the shaft of my cock. "OOOOHHHHHH SHIT, shit, shit!!!!" I roared, pressing the back of my head against my bed and looking up at the ceiling. Tears flooded my eyes and streamed down my face, as Arnold joined Ted in tickling my cock and balls with the tips of the feathers. Eddie and Lester ran the tips of their feathers over my nipples again, teasing the tip of them. I was in an ecstasy and agony that I had never known before. I laughed, cried and was sweating. I oozed pre cum from my cock slit like crazy. My breath came in gasps, as I laughed harder and harder, thinking that for sure that I would be driven totally crazy. At one point, I really screamed good and fucking loud, because Ted grabbed me by my balls and stuck the tip of his feather into my open gaping piss hole. "AAYYYYRRRR!!!!" I screamed as he twirled the tip of his feather around and around in my piss hole, sending spasms through my muscular body. "AAAYYYRRRRRR!!!!" In seconds, Ted had small beads of piss leaking out of my slit and dripping down the sides of my cock and into my thick bush of pubic hair. "Oh man, this soldier wants to cum like you would not believe," Ted said, twirling the tip of his feather deeper yet into my slit. "I can feel these balls of his pounding in his sac." Ted leaned down and ran his tongue over my balls a few times. "OH YEAH, soldier boy testicles," Eddie said and he and Lester dropped their feathers. In moments, Eddie, Lester and Ted were all sprawled at my cock and balls. They were taking turns sucking my cock, licking my balls, and sucking my big juicy balls as well. They licked and slathered up and down the sides of my erect cock and pressed the tips of their tongues into my gaping piss hole. Arnold was at the foot of my bed, licking one of my (by now raunchy smelling) feet. At one point Eddie and Lester smacked their lips together around the sides of my cock, as Ted lapped hungrily at my balls. "OOOOOOOHHH, fuckers, driving me crazy..." I whispered. Then, as Eddie and Lester licked the sides of my throbbing skyscraper and Ted sucked one of my balls, I felt it, I was about to cum. There was no holding it back. "OOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK, OH YEAH!!!" I panted loudly and breathlessly, as I shot one of the biggest loads of my life, all over my stomach, chest and nipples. "ARRRRRHHHH yeah, oh fucking A you bastards!!!" They pressed their tongues hard against the sides of my cock, forcing every drop of soldier cum out of me. Ted lapped my balls hard, applying awful pressure to them with the tip of his tongue, causing me erotic pain. I grunted, swore, and thrashed on the bed, as goosebumps broke out all over my body. Finally, when I was done shooting my load, Eddie, Lester, and Ted went to work licking my cum off my chest, slurping hard at my nipples at the same time, driving me even crazier. I looked down and saw Arnold, still licking one of my feet. I caught my breath, as they licked my cum off me. I was praying that they were done tormenting me and would untie me and leave. No such luck, though. Making me shoot my load was just a short break from being tickle tortured. "Okay guys, let's get those smelly socks off him and use the dry paintbrushes on his feet," Eddie said, in a commanding tone of voice. "Ohhhhhhh shit," I squeaked miserably. They quickly untied my feet, pulled my black socks off me, and just as quickly retied my now bare feet to the footboard. "Say you guys, I'm going to keep these socks of his as a souvenir of all this," Ted said, putting my smelly socks into his backpack. "You can have my damned stinking socks!!" I roared at Ted, my head lifted up off the bed. "Please, just untie me and get the fuck out of here already!!!" But then, Ted took two big wall painting types of paintbrushes out of his backpack. It seemed to me that he had an endless slew of things in that backpack to tickle torture me with. He handed one of the paintbrushes to Arnold, and again they both settled at my feet. "Man, his bare feet really fucking stink, huh?" Arnold asked Ted, as he sniffed my foot that he was sitting at. "They sure do," Ted replied. "And as punishment for the soldier boy's feet stinking so bad, let's tickle them." Ted and Arnold began running the bristles of the paintbrushes up and down the meaty bottoms of my big bare feet. "OHHHHHHHHH noooooooooo, no!!!" I exclaimed miserably and lowered my head back to the bed. "AAARRRRGHHHHHH, and here we fucking go again!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HAH!!!!" As Ted and Arnold tickle tortured the bottoms of my feet with the dry paintbrushes, Eddie and Lester resumed tickling my sweat sopped armpits, and they squeezed my nipples. "AAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HAH, HAH, HA, HA, HA, HA!!!" I roared as I bobbed up and down and up and down and FUCKING up and down on my bed. "S-some friends all of you are!!" "AH, stop complaining, soldier boy, you love it," Ted said, as he ran the bristles of his paintbrush up and down the bottom of one of my feet. "Just think about all you'll have to tell your buddies when you get back to your base." "If, if you think I'm going to tell my soldier buddies about this you're more whacked than I thought," I sputtered. "HARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHAR!!!" In between running the paintbrushes over my feet, Ted and Arnold stole a few sucks on my toes, as Eddie and Lester sucked my nipples. My cock was rock hard again and I had to piss, again. But that wouldn't happen for quite a while, because my four so-called buddies wanted me to shoot another load of soldier boy juices for them to feast on. They stopped tickling me and again went to work taking turns licking, lapping, and even sucking my giant soldier-sized stalk. "Goddamn it all," I roared miserably, as they really drove me crazy, slurping at my big cock. "You guys really are faggots. Look at all of you, taking turns sucking my giant soldier-sized man-meat." They squeezed the fuck out of my big balls and stroked my cock hard. When I came that second time I shot another giant load of jazz all over myself. "OHHHHHHH yeah, yeah!!!" I bellowed. "Fuckers..." I lay there, catching my breath and sweating profusely, as they again licked my cum off my chest. Their tongues moving all over me ad sucking the cum off me sent rippling chills through me. When they were done, Eddie gave me more beer to drink. By then, my poor head was beyond spinning, but I chugged the beer down like crazy. I was thirsty, so fucking tired and so beat to shit from laughing my head off the way that I had. I didn't think I could take anymore. To my blessed relief, my four buddies untied me. I sat up, swung my legs off the bed, and ran madly to the bathroom. I stood over the toilet on my bare feet and pissed and pissed and pissed AND pissed into the bowl. When I was done, I walked back to the bedroom; my piss soaked briefs pulled back up in front of me. "I hope you're not too mad at us, buddy," Eddie said, as I sat down on my bed. He handed me a beer and I saw that the rest of the guys were all holding a beer as well. "I suppose I should be mad as hell at all of you," I began. "I mean, this was a shitty thing to do to a United States soldier." "C'mon Ronnie, we just wanted to welcome you home and have a little fun with you," Eddie said to me. "Well, okay, I guess," I said with a grin and then we all clinked our beer bottles together. We all finished our beers and by then I was feeling very woozy and drunk. My four buddies finally left the same way that they had come in, through my bedroom window. For the rest of my leave time, I made sure to close and lock my window before going to sleep... I closed the photo album and sat there with a slight smile on my face, wondering what had become of the four of them. Where were they now? And, did Ted still have my socks after all these years??? With my cock hard in my pants, I smiled fiendishly, remembering how my four buddies had given me a "welcome home" surprise that I will never forget.
/The End/