Histoires de sexe

It was a Saturday afternoon like any other.
Alex and Ronald, those two notorious pranksters and jokers had finished their workout at Leo’s Iron Man gym and were walking through the parking lot toward their vehicle when Alex stopped dead in his tracks, placing an outstretched arm in front of Ronald, halting him as well.
“Dude, what the hell?” Ronald asked.
“Look, look there!” Alex said, sounding almost breathless, and pointing at a parked white car.
Looking where his buddy was pointing, Ronald saw, that hanging out of one of the windows of the back seat…
…a pair of big light blue sheer socked feet…
“Holy shit, what is this, a gift from above?” Ronald asked…
…as he and Alex began making their way stealthily toward the white car.
“I don’t know if it’s a gift from above or below, but a gift like this cannot be bypassed Ronald my man,” Alex chuckled evilly.
When the two men had reached the back window of the white car the two pranksters saw that the guy in the car was asleep, lying across the back seats, and, as stated, his light blue sheer socked feet were dangling out the window.
The two men looked at each other, nodded, both of them grinning, and they each quickly grabbed one of the sleeping guy’s sheer socked feet in two strong hands each…
…yanking him a tad more forward so that now his feet were sticking out the window up to his calves…
…or, to be more precise, his sheer socked calves…
“HUH…HEY…what the hell???” the dirty blond wavy haired guy in the car, suddenly awake, yelped. “H-hey!!! What is this??? Let go of my feet you guys!!!”
Struggling to extract his sheer socked feet from the two well-muscled men’s grasps, the guy in the car reeled, “Let go of my feet I said!! What’s the point of this???”
“The point handsome dude?” Alex quipped, gripping the guy’s right foot tight. “The question more over really is why were you sleeping in your car with your pretty sheer socked feet dangling out the window?”
Hunching himself up on his elbows, watching as the two men were squeezing his sheer socked feet, the dirty blond guy prattled, “If you must know and if it will make you let go of my, as you called them, my pretty sheer socked feet, I put myself through a grueling workout in Leo’s Iron Man gym and I had no clean sweat socks in my sock drawer at home so I worked out in those sheer socks I’m wearing that I would usually wear for my office job. My feet always smell real rank after I work out and my wife can’t tolerate the scent so I figured I would air my socks out a bit before I drove him and I suppose I simply fell asleep. Satisfied?”
Alex and Ronald looked at each other, grinned devilishly…
…and lifted the guy’s sheer socked feet up a bit, leaned down a bit and they each took a hearty sniff of his socks…
“PHEW!!!” Ronald quipped. “You’re so right bud, and so is your wife!! Your sheer socks really do smell rank!!”
A look of disbelief filled the dirty blond guy’s face and he loudly barked, “D-did you two just sniff my socks??? WH-what the hell you guys??? Let go of my feet already! I don’t know what you two are into but I’m sure it’s not something I would…AAAAYYYYYYYY!!!”
Suddenly, the sheer socked guy’s words were cut off, as Alex and Ronald took him then by his feet in one strong hand each…
…and began using their free hands to tickle the bottoms of his sheer socked feet.
“OOOOOOOOOOO OH NO, OHHHH NO!!!” the guy screeched…and began laughing. “S-STOP, stop!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!!! You have no idea, I’m so damned ticklish!!!”
“And we are so glad to hear that handsome guy with the smelly sheer socks,” Alex quipped, held the guy’s right foot tighter and madly scrabbled his fingertips over and over and over the bottom of the guy’s sheer socked foot.
“AAAAYYYYYYYY, HEEEEEEE!!!!” the guy was cackling and struggling furiously in his helpless position on the back seats of his car. “STOP IT!! STOP THIS!!! This isn’t funny!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEHHHEEEEEE!!! OH MY GOD!!!”
“Not funny dude?” Ronald asked the guy. “If it’s not funny then why are you laughing the way you are?”
In response the sheer socked guy ranted, “BE-because I’m hyper ticklish!! HEEEEEEEEEEE, HAAAAAAAAA!!!! I’m more ticklish than most other guys out there!! HAAAAAHAAAAA, oh for the love of God, oh GOD, STOP!!!!”
But instead of heeding the guy’s request (demand?), Alex and Ronald tickled his sheer socked feet bottoms more and more vigorously, increasing their tempo more and more.
“I-I, HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” the guy in the car screamed/laughed. “I’ll call the police!! See if I won’t!! HHHHAAAAAAA, I WILL CALL…HAAAAAAAA…I WILL CALL THE POLICE!!!!”
Seeing that the guy was wearing a pair of pocket-less dark blue gym style pants and spying his gym bag on the front passenger seat, Alex said, “Really bud? And where would your cell phone be? In your out of reach gym bag perhaps? HA, HA, HA for you, smelly sheer socked feet guy!!”
“SHIT, SHIT, SHHHIIITTTTT!!!!” the guy squawked, realizing his fruitless threat. “HAAAAAA, I-I can’t take it!! I can’t fucking take…”
But once again his words were cut short, as Alex and Ronald began tickling the sections of his feet directly under his toes…
…moving their thick fingers in a round and round motion.
“OH NOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOO, not there, HEEEEEEEE!!!! Not there, oh please you guys!!!” the laughing guy roared at that point.
“Looks like we found a real tickle/pressure point, Ronald my man,” Alex said. “Increase fingertips speed…”
As the two men did just that, the guy in the car began squirming and thrashing on the seats and pounding his hands and arms up and down.
“You bastards!! You fucking mugs!!” he screamed/laughed.
It was 10 minutes later and Alex and Ronald were “still” tickling the guy’s sheer socked feet, honing in now on his very shapely deep arches.
As the sounds of uncontrolled laughter was emanating from within the car, the laughing man suddenly heard a familiar voice from outside his vehicle.
“Hey there Alex, hi Ronald, what’s going on here?” the voice of Leo, owner of Leo’s Iron Man gym, asked the two ticklers.
But before Alex or Ronald could reply, from within the car, the tickled guy screamed, “L-LEO!!!! LEO!!! HAAAAAAA!!!! TH-thank God you’re here, man!! HAAAAAHAAAA!!!!”
Leo took in the sight of the guy’s sheer socked feet in Alex and Ronald’s grasps, looked downward into the car, and said, “Tony, Tony Romolo, what all goes on here?”
Sweating like crazy at that point, his face red, the ticklish guy, whose name had just been revealed to be Tony, ranted at the gym owner, “What’s going on here???What’s going on here you ask??? HEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Isn’t it fucking obvious what going on here, Leo???? HAAAAAAAA!!! Those two clowns out there are tickle torturing my poor feet!!! HEEEEEEEE!!! Make them stop!!! Please Leo, PLEASE, make them stop!!!”
As Alex and Ronald went on and on AND on tickling Tony’s sheer socked feet, Alex explained to Leo how they had found him asleep in his car with his “pretty” sheer socked feet dangling out the window.
“So because you two saw his feet hanging out the window of his car you decided to grab his feet and tickle them?” Leo asked in disbelief.
“Y-YESSSSSS, HAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Tony shrieked. “That’s what they did, what they’re still doing!!!! Please Leo, make them stop!!! MAKE THEM FUCKING STOP!!! HAAAAAAA!!!!!”
Looking down at the laughing guy in the car, Leo smiled and said, “Well, I would Tony, I really would. But there’s no law against tickling a man’s feet, at least no law that I’ve ever heard of.”
Hearing that, Alex and Ronald again went to work tickling the bejesus out of the now tickle/tenderized balls of Tony’s sheer socked feet…
“OH GOD LEO, OH GOD!!!! HAAAAAAAAA!!!! No, no law against tickle…tickling a man’s feet…” Tony managed to say. “But there should be a law against tickling MY FEET!!! I AM HYPER TICKLISH, LEO!!! HAAAAAAA, HEEEEEEEE…OH MY GOD!!!!”
A few moments later, to Tony’s utter shock and with a feeling of total betrayal consuming him, he watched helplessly…
…and laughed helplessly, as Leo was now tickling his sheer socked feet…
…as Alex and Ronald held them tight and fast.
“OH NO, NO, LEO, not you, not you too!!!” Tony reeled. “HAAAAAA, HAAAAAA, HEEEEE, OH MY GOD, I’m gonna be tickled to death here!!!”
The ticklish guy had ceased struggling at that point…
…seeing as he realized it was pointless and his strength was sapped as it was.
Muscular and strong as he was, Tony could do nothing to pull his feet free from the grasps of the men outside his car. He had worked out for his usual two hours at Leo’s Iron Man Gym with free weights, weight machines and had done one hour on a stationary bike, and even though he was totally pumped up he was helpless to stop the now three men outside his car tickle torturing his sheer socked feet.
As Leo tickled the bottoms of Tony’s sheer socked feet, his dexterous fingers moving at what felt like bionic speed to the man literally trapped in his car, the gym owner, smiling meanly said, “Man, his socks are really all moist and sweaty. Not to mention how pungent they’re stinking here!”
“He told us he had no clean sweat socks in his sock drawer and that was why he wore the sheer dress socks to work out in,” Alex explained.
In response to what Alex had just told him Leo increased the speed of his tickling, moving one of his hands up and as he tickled the bottom of the man’s right foot bottom, he tickled the balls of his left foot, that spot truly making poor ticklish Tony laugh like the sounds of a hyena cackling.
“LEO, LEO, OH LEOOOOOO, no fair, OH MY GOD…HAAAAAAAA, HEEEEEEEE,” Tony squabbled madly, clenching his fingers and thumbs into fists at his sides.
“Oh it’s fair Tony, it’s all fair, and I will tell you why,” Leo said, sounding like an angry school teacher at that point. “What sort of man wears prissy sheer socks to work out in? So you had no clean sweat socks in your sock drawer, you know that we sell sweat socks here in the gym supply store!!”
Before Tony could respond at all to Leo’s sock lecture the man doubled his speed on tickling the hyper ticklish man’s sheer socked feet.
“HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! OH GOD LEO!!!” Tony shrilled at that point, bathed in sweat.
“So let this be a lesson to you,” Leo went on, as he went on also tickling Tony’s sheer socked feet.
“HAAAAAAAAA, who would’ve thought it??? HAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Tony screamed, his voice filling the car at that point. “Being tickle punished for wearing sheer socks to my workout, HAAAAAAAA, HEEEEEEEE, it almost is funny, but what you mugs are doin’ to me IS NOT funny in the least…HEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
When Leo stopped tickling Tony’s feet, Alex and Ronald quickly resumed tickling them…
“HAAAAAAAA, HAAAAAHHHHHH, HAAAAAAEEEEEHAAA!!!!” Tony railed, crazily laughing at that point, feeling like he was going to lose any sanity he had left. “No rest for the tickle weary eh you MUGS???”
“Got to keep you laughing Tony boy,” Alex chided the guy.
“How long have you two been at this?” Leo asked Alex and Ronald.
“Well, we saw his feet dangling out of the car when we left your gym and were headed to our car to go home,” Ronald said, having to speak a bit louder at that point, because instead of Tony’s laughs, cackles and guffaws growing softer they were growing louder with each passing second. “And we started tickling right away…then you tickled him…”
“And now we’re going to tickle him!!” came a voice from behind the three men and being tickled Tony.
From in the car, hearing the new voice outside of someone else wanting to tickle him, the poor guy chirped out, “EH???”
It was Leo who turned, saw, and said to two trainers from his gym who had just gotten off duty, “Hey Ralph, hey Tommy…”
“Hey boss man,” Ralph said. “We obviously couldn’t not see what’s going on here, and yeah, WE DEFINITELY want to join in in the fun…”
Without a word spoken between them, Alex and Ronald let Ralph and Tommy take Tony’s sheer socked feet in their hugely strong grasps…
…and the two personal trainers went instantly to work, them beginning by tickling Tony’s rough heels through his sheer socks…
“WWWWHHHHEEEEEEE!!!!” was Tony’s response to his heels now being tickled. “OH MY GOD you bastards, new bastards now tickling my poor feet!!!! HEEEEEEEEEE!!! The skin on a person’s heels is so thin…HEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH, which makes the heels all the more…all the more…HAAAAAAAA…tick…ticklish…HEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
As Ralph and Tommy tickled the daylights out of Tony’s heels, Leo opened his gym bag, took out a bottle of spring water, stepped over to the opposite side of the car and trickled the water down onto Tony’s face.
“TH-thank you Leo, thank you!!!” Tony whimpered/laughed, as he got as much of the cool refreshing water into his mouth through his trembling lips and down his throat.
A few minutes later, after the water bottle was empty Leo stepped back over to Alex Ronald, Ralph and Tommy. He saw that Alex and Ronald were again tickling Tony’s sheer socked feet.
“How long do you plan to tickle torture his feet for?” Leo asked.
“HEH, well, we don’t have anywhere that we need to be till later tonight,” Alex chuckled. “So the way I see it me and Ronald can tickle him for the next few hours.”
“NOOOOOO, OH NOOOOOOO!!!!” Tony snarled through his helpless laughter, his handsome head arched back at that point on the car seat. “HEEEEEEEE, HEEEEEEE, HAAWWWWWW, I-I have a wife and kids to get home…HHHAAAAWWWW, HAWWWWWWW, to get home to!!!! OH GOD, STOP, PLEEEEEEZZZZ, please let me go already!!!! You’ve all had your fun with my damned feet!!!”
“What had our fun with you?” Ralph called out. “Me and Tommy haven’t had nearly enough fun tickling those pretty sheer socked feet of yours.”
“P-PRETTY, HEEEEEEEEEEE, PRETTY SHEER SOCKED FEET, HEEEEEEEE…if I hear that one more time…HAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Tony guffawed crazily. “I swear I will never wear sheer socks again…HHHAAAWWWWWWW, not even for work!!!!”
“Well, I have to be on my way guys, like Tony there I have a wife and kids to get home to,” Leo said and shook hands with Alex and Ronald, as Ralph and Tommy quickly took over tickling poor Tony’s feet. “Thanks for the fun here…”
“OH SURE, HAAAAAAA, HAAAAAAA…you get to go home Leo!!!!” Tony cackled, back up on his elbows at that point, sopped in sweat and laughing…laughing…laughing… “But I get to stay here while these guys tickle torture my poor feeeeeeeee…feet…EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
“As that song from way back said, those are the breaks,” Leo said, gave one of Tony’s big toes a squeeze through his sheer sock and walked off toward his car.
“HHHHAAAAAAA, HAAAAAAA, oh so funny you are Leo,” Tony cried out/laughed. “So funny indeeeeeeeee…EEEEEEEEEEEEE…indeed…”
As Ralph and Tommy went on and on and tickling the bottoms of Tony’s feet, Alex looked at his watch and his eyes opened wide as saucers.
“Shit, we’ve been at this nearly an hour, fucking ticklish Tony sure can take it,” Alex said.
“TH-that’s where you’re wrong you slimy bastard, HAAAAWWWWW, HAAWWWWW!!!!” was Tony’s response. “I-I can’t take it…I can’t stand it!!!! PLEASE STOP ALREADY!!!!!”
“Hey, you guys and we have tickled his feet with these smelly sheer socks on his feet,” Tommy piped up. “How about we now tickle his feet with his socks off his feet…for the next hour?”
Alex, Ronald, Ralph and Tommy all laughed hysterically…
…and Tony laughed with a sense of woe…
“Go for it,” Alex said in agreement. “But seeing as me and my man Ronald here found him we’ve got dibs on his socks. We get to keep those stinkers as a souvenir of all this…”
“Fucking perverts!!!” Tony reeled from within the car. “You can have my goddamned socks!!! Just let me go and please NO MORE TICKL…”
…but the ticklish guy’s words were again cut short, as he watched with a sense of dread, as Ralph and Tony reached under the bottoms of his gym pants and pulled his calf length sheer socks down…
…and off him.
“OH NO, NO!!!!” Tony pleaded to deaf ears it seemed…
…as he next watched his socks handed over to Alex, who quickly pocketed them.
And once more the ticklish guy was off on another laughing jag…
…and Alex and Ronald and then 10 minutes later, Ralph and Tommy were all taking turns tickling his bare, moist, sweaty feet…
“AAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!! HAAAAAAAAAA, HEEEEEEEE, bastards, fucking crazy guys you all are!!!” Tony shouted in between laughing his head off. “IF, if I were able to get to my cell phone I would call the cops and you would all be headed off…HEEEEEEE, OH MY GOD, headed off to jail…HAAAAAAHAHHHHHHAAAAA, for tickle assault!!!”
As he tickled one of Tony’s feet, Tommy piped up, “HA, that would be a first, arrested for tickle assault.”
“My guess is that if the cops did show up they would more than likely join in on the tickle fun,” Alex said snidely.
“OH what a horror that would be for poor me, HEEEEEEEE, HEEEEEEE!!!!!!” Tony blathered. “When in all hell is this going to STOP??? HAAAAAA!!!!!!!”
“When your second hour of being tickled barefoot is up maybe, and that’s a big MAYBE ticklish guy, maybe we’ll stop,” Ralph said.
“OH GOD, OH GOD, HAAAAAAA, HAAAAAAA, HAAAAAA!!!!” was Tony’s response. “Two hours of non-stop tickle torture!!!! HEEEEEE, HEEEEEEE, HAAWWWWWWW, you guys are all sadists, torturers!!!”
By the time the second hour of Tony being tickled was nearly up, when the guy thought he had no more breath and no more laughter left in him, he was squealing what sounded like an opera singer’s high C’s…
…as the two personal trainers were each tickling his left bare foot…
…and Alex and Ronald were each tickling his right bare foot…
And this time the ticklish guy was totally unable to form any coherent words to plead his case…
A Short While Later…
After the four young men had finally, OH FINALLY, let go of his feet and stopped tickling them it seemed that Tony didn’t even realize it…
…because as Ralph and Tommy and Alex and Ronald all walked off to the respective cars in the gym’s parking lot, Tony continued laughing uncontrollably…
It was when he happened to look out of the car and saw two young guys who had been working out in the gym heading for their car that Tony’s mind seemed to return to reality…
“HEEEEE, HEEEEEE, HEEEEE…Oh holy shit!!!” he railed and pulled his bare feet into the car and hugged his knees against himself. “OH GOD, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over…fucking bastards tickled me into within an inch of my life…”
Shaking, sweating and with tears of laughter mixed with anger in his eyes, Tony made his way out of the back seat of his car and into the driver’s seat, still shaking from head to toe.
As he settled into the driver’s seat, leaving the car door temporarily open to breathe the fresh air, he mumbled, “Fucking shitty thing they did to me…wasn’t funny at all…
…but I have to get to get home, Carla must be wondering why I’ve been at the gym so long…
…probably thinks I’ve been kidnapped or something…”
As he reached for the driver’s side door to close it and get his sneakers and car keys out of his gym bag Tony’s forearm was grabbed in a vise-like grip…
“ULLLLPPPPPP…” the handsome guy gasped, startled. “WHAT the…”
Tony was unceremoniously yanked from the car…
…and the next thing the tickle exhausted guy realized was he was slung over a hulking personal trainer’s massive shoulders in a one armed fireman’s carry…
…and being lugged toward the gym entrance…
“So glad Tommy called me before him and Ralph drove off and told me about you out here, Mr. Ticklish guy,” the brute carrying Tony said in a very deep voice…
…a voice Tony knew all too well…
…the voice of Personal Trainer, massage therapist and former marine, stack of muscles upon muscles, Bruce, the highest paid trainer and massage therapist at Leo’s Iron Man Gym…
The next time Tony was laughing uncontrollably he found himself lying on his stomach on a cushioned massage table in Bruce’s massage therapy room in the gym, strapped down tight and the colossally muscled man was tickling the bottoms of Tony’s bare feet anew…
“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Tony was shrieking his laughter crazily, his head spinning as if in a reverse orbit. “MY GOD, oh my GOD, what a day this turned out to be for me, HAAAAAAA, HAAAAAAA, HHHHEEEEEE…and all because I wanted to be considerate and air out my damned socks…HHHHEEEEEEEEE…”
The End???