by Tigger
Patrick J Marshall was so excited about celebrating his 18th birthday.
His parents had promised him a present of a lifetime. Skydiving. Patrick had been so excited about the big day that he practiced jumping out of their 13th floor apartment with just a sheet. He landed like a feather out of the 22 jumps he made. He could feel his feet sweating in his boots after each jump, but this wasn’t from nervousness. His feet always tingled with excitement and sweat. He’d pull them off at the end of the day and be greeted not only by the sight of his perfectly formed size 11’s, but also the fragrant musk wafting off them and into his nostrils.
Turning his mind from his feet to the jumps he’d made earlier, Patrick smiled with satisfaction. He was ready for the big day.
When they all had arrived at the airfield, with about 12 family members in tow it was a bright, sunny, warm day, perfect for skydiving. Patrick had decided to wear some baggy shorts, a tank top and his running shoes.
Patrick sat through the 45 minute introduction video explaining all of the procedures, safety instructions for the tandem jump he was about to embark upon. He also paid close attention to the instructor’s they would all be set up with. He eyed this athletic built guy, dark hair, deep blue eyes, standing there with his arms crossed, nodding along with the points made in the video. Patrick secretly hoped he would be paired off with that guy.
Once the video and orientation was complete, it was time to be weighed, and find the safest match to tandem with. As Patrick stood on the scale, the guy he was staring at stood next to him. He calls out, “143 pounds. “Looks like you’re with me man.” Patrick could not help but smile back at him.
“Hi, I’m Patrick, people call me “Ricky.”
“Hi, I’m Franklyn, people call me “Frankie”
They both nod a hello and return smiles at each other.
Frankie starts off; “Let’s get you suited up Ricky. I’m gonna say a small for you, these things always run a little big”
Patrick acts surprised; “The suits can RUN?? That’s weird.
Frankie’s eyes go wide; “HAHAHHAHAHAA … I like your sense of humor man!”
Patrick grins back.
“By the way, it’s my birthday today.” “Really? How old?” “18” “Wow, I remember when I turned 18. Seems like so long ago.” “How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” “22”
They both broke out in hearty laughter.
“I like your sense of humor too, Frankie”
“So how long have you been doing this Frankie?” “Oh wow, four years now? Yea, four years. I’m a skydiving junkie. I can’t get enough of it, that’s why I became an instructor.” “Nice, that is so cool.” Frankie beams at Rickie as he returns the same back to Frankie.
All suited up and three couples got into the small propeller plane. Frankie and Rickie were one of them.
They all sat against the one wall facing the doorway that was already open for the jumpers. Patrick surprisingly asks; “Is that door supposed to be open??” “Oh yea, it stays open the whole time.” Frankie responds.
Nervously, Rickie pushes himself harder against the wall and braces for anything.
Once the altitude is reached, the pilot calls out “NOW”.
Frankie call out to the other instructors; “We got a Birthday Boy here, we’ll go last”
All on board wish Patrick a “Happy Birthday” then disappear out of the opening.
“Oh Damn, that’s crazy.” Ricky says. “What?” “They just disappeared” Frankie chuckles; “That’s what happens when you jump out of a plane buddy.”
Ricky nods.
“Ready?” Frankie calls out to Ricky. “Yep, I… I think sooo..” “Hey Ricky, I got your back, literally, I will be on your back the whole time.” He grins and laughs. Ricky hesitantly smiles back.
“On three … Ready?” Ricky nods. “One ….. Two ….. Two and a half …” Ricky lets out a giggle. “Three” And out they went.
The rush in itself was of the charts exciting. Ricky did let out a bit of a scream at first but soon was enjoying the free-fall.
Frankie pulled the chute. A hard tug. Then they were both floating.
“OMG. This is awesome !!” Ricky calls out.
“Hey, since it’s your birthday, why don’t we hang up here a while. With the warm day, there will be a lot of updrafts I can catch. Give you a nice treat for your birthday. How’s that sound?”
“OH, YES PLEASE !!” Ricky calls back.
Frankie couldn’t see it but the feeling of his body so close and virtually laying horizontally on top of him was giving Ricky a slight erection.
In the silence of the “whooshing” breeze, Frankie says to Ricky.
“What d’ya think Ricky?” “OMG, I am speechless, this is amazing.” He gushed back.
“Are you happy Ricky? Cause you don’t sound happy.” “Oh yea, I am very happy.” “Happy people are usually laughing and whooping it up, you’re not doing any of that.” “What do you mean?” Ricky asks confused.
“Well, I can help you feel even happier.” “How?” “By doing this.”
Ricky had not realized that with his arms stretched up, holding onto the straps had left his armpits vulnerable.
Suddenly he felt fingers spidering into his left armpit. Just has he let go to protect his left armpit. The fingers disappeared and then his right armpit was being tickle attacked next. His sweaty young toes wriggled in his boots as he was assailed by Frankie. Oh, he could imagine how his tootsies were going to smell at the end of this day! In fact, the thought of inhaling the pungent aroma of his own feet caused a thrill of horniness to race through him. This, combined with the tickling he was being subjected to, caused his penis to become hard enough to split diamonds! As his armpits were tickled and his sweaty toes wriggled in his boots, he thought he might shoot a load without having anyone or anything touch his tool!
It went on like this for the next few minutes while Ricky laughed and screamed out in laughter. No one could hear him except Frankie.
Ricky begged Frankie to stop. He didn’t. Instead, back and forth, back and forth his fingers tickled the outstretched skin of Ricky’s armpits. With the tickle stimulation and all the wiggling left Ricky too scared to let go of the straps once again leaving him unable to protect his pits from Frankie’s tickle torture. His arms helplessly outstretched for endless tickles while he was a hysterical laughing mess at 10,000 ft in the air.
Almost instantly since the tickling began, Ricky’s semi hard erection quickly went to full attention. The tip if his penis was rubbing against the inside of his shorts as if desperately trying to find an opening to burst forth into the wind, stimulating him to the point of no return.
The only break for Ricky and for a chance to catch his breath was when Frankie had to take full control of the chute, finding updrafts to keep them afloat as long as possible, only to use that time to continually tickle poor Ricky’s pits.
Ricky had lost all track of time. He wiggled and laughed, begged Frankie to stop tickling him when suddenly he yelled out; “OH NOOOOOOOOO”
Although constant laughter spewed forth from Ricky’s lips, his body suddenly went stiff. Frankie had an idea what that meant and for a brief moment he sped up his tickling efforts on Ricky’s poor ticklish pits.
Screaming with laughter, tears gushing from his eyes, Ricky shuddered for several seconds before his body went limp. Frankie had realized the situation and stopped his merciless tickling.
For the next few minutes as they floated gently to the ground, Ricky just hung in the harness completely spent, panting, mixed with a few giggles watching as the ground came closer and closer to them.
Frankie calls out to Ricky, “Brace Ricky, get ready to run, we’re almost there.
Ricky found the strength to become alert when he heard Frankie call out; “Run”
Ricky did run, his legs kicking as if in full speed ahead when their feet hit the ground. They made it a few yards before they both fell into a heap of bodies and parachute, all the while laughing like hyenas. Ricky could feel is sweaty toes wriggling in his boots… he couldn’t wait to remove them and be greeted by the aroma of his sweaty tingling toes. As he lay upon the ground he wondered if, when he stood, his erection would still be noticeable. His pits were tingling just as much as his toes, and he had to concentrate so as not to pass out.
Grounds personnel ran to them, to make sure they were OK. As Frankie and Ricky were starting to stand and then were at full stance, Ricky threw his arms around Frankie saying, “Thank you .. Thank You… Thank You.. Thank You..”
That’s when he felt it. Ricky slowly pulled away as Frankie was saying “You’re Welcome… You’re Welcome .. You’re Welcome..”
Ricky gave Frankie a blank stare and sly grin as he hugged Frankie one more time, this time whispering in his ear; “I feel you bro” Frankie squeezed Ricky tighter.
Soon Ricky’s family descended upon them slapping Ricky on the back hollering and cheering.
As they broke into the “Happy Birthday” song, Ricky turned to them with tears in his eyes, that’s when someone yelled out; “Uh Oh, looks like someone peed himself !!!” The singing stopped as laughter resounded within the group.
Ricky had forgotten about it, but wearing tan colored shorts, it was very apparent that he had “wet” himself. He soon found himself blushing beyond belief.
Lowering his head he chuckled; “Oh yea, that, the first step out of the plane is a doozy. Scared it right out of me” Everyone busted up laughing and cheering.
After a few minutes, and after thanking everyone, Ricky excused himself to go say thank you to Frankie one last time.
He found Frankie in the instruction hanger folding up the parachute and getting ready for the next jump.
“Hey” Ricky says grinning ear to ear.
“Hey back” Frankie returns a wide grin.
Ricky begins; “I wanted to say Thanks again for today, I had a fantastic time!”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself Ricky. I hope that I don’t scare you away, but when I first saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you on your jump. I didn’t know it was your birthday at the time of course, but when I found out I wanted to make it a special for you. Ummm… sorry about the … “ Frankie pointed to Ricky’s obvious stained shorts.
Ricky blushed once again. “Ahhh .. that? It’s OK. I uhh.. well, I enjoyed it. I really did Frankie, I did! Tickling can do that to me some times, but only with the right person of course.”
“Of course.” Frankie grins back.
“Hey, ummm I was gonna ask you. Can I come back next week for another jump?” “Sure, just go to the front desk, they can set you up.”
“Can I request you as my jump instructor?” Ricky hesitantly asks.
Frankie’s attention was captured; “Sure you can. May I ask Why?”
Ricky playfully laughs; “I decided that I am just going to skip ahead and not wait a year. Next weekend will be my 19th birthday !!”
Frankie stands and gives Ricky a tight hug saying; “And I know how to make it Special for you.”
As Frankie squeezes Ricky tight, they say in unison, “I can feel you bro.”
Thank You 4 Reading this Far.
