Shorter and a year younger yet just as competitive, Evan’s fingers eagerly waited to manipulate the controller and hopefully beat Weston as the 22 year old finally chose his racer and the screen faded away to the loading screen, “Mario again?” the blonde questioned. “Mario’s the fucking best, dude…call me when lame ass Luigi wins” Weston answered as his long toes wiggled inside his white tube socks with anticipation. “3…2…1 GO!” the game announced and both racers were off. The sound of virtual cars filled the small apartment as the two former athletes embraced the friendly rivalry that usually came out during times like this, “You fucking suck!” Weston taunted like a big brother as his cartoonish car zoomed past Evan’s. “Such an asshole” the blonde replied with a wild look in his eyes, intensely focused on the controller and the screen to beat his mate.  Seconds passed with the colorful game keeping their full attention while their fingers worked the buttons over and over, Weston in the lead for most of the race until a sudden bomb threw his car into a tail spin. “Hey! What the hell was that??” “Luigi owning your Mario ass haha” Evan answered with a devilish laugh as he sped past the titular character. “Shit” was all the tall jock said while trying to get back in the game.

Weston could feel his buddy’s excitement grow as he inched closer to winning, Evan’s size 10 ½ bare feet flexing and wrinkling with nervous energy but the former high school football star wasn’t fond of losing. “Hahahahey!” the blonde protested suddenly as a big hand prodded into his ribs. Evan’s concentration slipped momentarily but his eyes never left the TV, “Cut it oouUtthahAhHaAA” he let out with an even bubblier laugh this time as Weston poked around his sides and ribs again. “What’s wrong?” Weston teased with a goofy tone as he moved closer to passing Luigi in the race. “Stop fucking tickling me! That’s cheating” Evan objected as he tried to dodge the devious fingers taking advantage of his limited ability to defend himself. “What are you talking about?” Weston taunted with a devilishly handsome smirk. The hunky lad had recently witnessed Evan’s girlfriend tickling him one day on the couch and his reaction was nothing short of hilarious; a perfect distraction to help Weston win. Evan’s Luigi was rounding the last corner of the race with Mario hot on his tail when a spark of ticklish sensations hit his lower side, making the blonde yank his controller back and crash into the wall. “Haha yes!” Weston shouted in victory as he passed the finish line. “Oh, it’s on now!” Evan announced as he pounced on his roommate and the two began scrambling on the living room floor.

The frustrated blonde dug into his roommate’s meaty thighs, using both strong hands to make Weston regret messing with him. “AhAHAhAhaAnNOO!!” the older lad let out with a laugh as he tried to fight off the former wrestler. “You asked for it!” Evan reminded with a newfound fierceness in his eyes. “You sure you wanna do this, big boy?” Weston challenged as he dodged every other attack into his upper legs, Evan’s arms proving to be quicker than he remembered. “I’m gonna make you my ticklish little bitch” Evan assured with confidence as he drilling into the meaty thighs barely covered by Weston's short khaki shorts. His hands were particularly good at wiggling into the muscle of both legs and making the larger student jerk around. "AhAHahHAHAAHAHhSSSHHiiIIiTTT!!" was all the brunette could say while trying to fight Evan off and avoid anymore wiggly fingers getting at his tender thighs. "Shoudn't have cheated" Evan added with enthusiasm moments before Weston exerted his strength and threw his buddy off him and moved like the wind until he was on top of the 21 year old. “You fat fuck!” Evan shouted as he struggled to escape the knees on his arms, Weston utilizing his favorite dominant position. “Haha that’s not what your mom said last night” he retorted before wiggling his fingers all over the vulnerable neck he knew was horribly ticklish.

“AhHAHAHAhAhAHAHAHSshSHSHSHSSHHHIIiITITTSSHHiiITTSSHHIIITTTT” was all the college senior could say as he writhed under his mate. “Who’s the bitch now? I wanna hear you say it” Weston taunted as his vivacious fingers flurried back and forth between Evan’s collar bone and jaw, getting a sense of sick satisfaction from making him freak out so hard.

“AHAHAHHaAOOFFUUUCCCKkKKYYYOOooUUU!!” Evan shouted as he laughed his handsome head off and his blonde hair flounced around between Weston’s legs. The muscular lad fighting to avoid Weston's touch bucked with his legs and the rest of his body as much as he could, horribly sensitive ever since he was little but not many brave enough to test it. However, the boys’ competitive Mario Kart race had evolved and now strength & pride was on the line; the only thing that mattered now was dominating the other in the impromptu tickle fight.

Evan was finally able to slip out from Weston’s pin and used his wrestling skills to out maneuver the tall ladies’ man. “You’re like a little jack rabbit” Weston taunted like a big brother as they wrestled into the kitchen, his cocky comments only pissing Evan off more as he tried to find a real weak spot despite not actually knowing how ticklish Weston was. The feisty blonde managed to move quickly and secure Weston’s leg in his own legs like a vine, leaving the size 15 socked foot near his chest and at his mercy. “Let go, asshole!!” Weston immediately asserted with a more panicked attempt than the last to evade Evan’s attack. “Blow me!” Evan teased before letting his vengeful fingers rake up and down the white cotton covered sole, sparking a vibrant bucking fit from the campus hunk.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHANNOoNOOAHahAHAHAHADDdOoOnnNTttT BBbEeeHAHAHFFFUUCCcKKIIinNGGWWeEEIIIrrRDD!!” Weston howled loudly, trying to make Evan think touching his feet was weird or crossing a line to mask how incredibly ticklish his powerful, macho feet were and his intense fear of someone exploiting it. “Haha who’s the bitch now?” Evan said with a deliciously vicious smile as he ran all five fingers all over the writhing foot, a difficult target to fully dominate but Evan had experience wrangling wily opponents. “AHahaHHAhAhahAGGGEETTTThthHTEEFFUuCCKKkOOOFFF!!!” Weston demanded as he raged against the smaller lad and his impressive hold, desperately trying to scramble away from the seasoned wrestler. The spirited blonde had never heard his buddy so oddly panicked and vulnerable but also so eager to hide that concern with the idea that his feet were off limits; good thing Evan wasn’t falling for that.

“What about without this sock in the way??” Evan proposed with a devious look in his blue eyes.

“AHhahahaahAnOonOONNNOOoAHahaAFFFUUUCCKkKTTHHAATTTT!!” Weston protested but his objection fell on deaf ears while his mate took the last line of protection between Evan and his precious bare flesh. The dynamite 21 year old slipped a single finger in the elastic rim of the white tube sock, peeling down the crisp clean material until his tan hairy leg became a beautifully fleshy, peachy pink heel. The sock rolled down past his rosy heel until it slowly exposed every wrinkle on Weston’s mighty sole as it fought to hold onto the sock but Evan continued until the white cotton slipped off the balls and long toes to reveal an incredibly lickable juicy, sensitive bare foot. “DON’T FUCKiNGHAHAHAHAHahAHAHAHAoAHAOAOAHaOAHOAHAOHAOHAAONONOOONNOOOO!!” Weston erupted as his body exploded like a firecracker and his laughter filled the small kitchen while he struggled on the tile floor and Evan scribbled his short nails all over his most protected body part; tormenting the sexy arch and brilliant balls with a energetic focus to his torturous tactic. “Come on, buddy…who’s the best? Say Evan is better and Weston eats dicks” the confident blonde taunted as he devoured the soft sole, scribbling across the massive plane of flesh like he didn’t want to leave even an inch untouched.

“AHaHAHahAOHAOAHAOhaoAHAOHAOHAAAAIIIimmMGGGOONnNANNAAAFFUUCCKkIiNNNGGGAHHAHAKKKKIIIIIiLllLLlYYYOOuUUUU!!” Weston threatened as his most ticklish spot was exploited like never before; his macho football persona/status typically keeping anyone from even trying to tickle him but he soon realized he may have bitten off more than he could chew by picking a tickle fight with Evan.

The charismatic senior destroyed his best friend’s soft sole as he pumped wild laughter from him and saw victory in sight, “Who’s a ticklish little bitch??” Evan teased with a cartoonish tone while scribbling along the buttery foot.

“AHahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAhAHaHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAYYYyYyOOOUUUuooouUAARREEEE!!!” Weston raged back as he writhed like a snake in the strong hold, focusing all his muscles and concentration to turn the tables on Evan; the secret tickle monster. “Oh shit!” Evan let out as he saw the ferocity in the emasculated brunette’s eyes, prompting the skilled tickler to run away in fear of retaliation. “Your ass is mine” Weston assured with a competitive frustration as he chased Evan into his own bedroom before tackling him onto the bed. “I thought the quarterback didn’t hit people?” Evan questioned through a steady stream of giggling as he tried to defend himself. “And I thought a star wrestler would be better at holding a pin” Weston piped back as the two rolled around on the large bed to see who would gain the upper hand. Despite their size difference, both were fairly equal in strength but Weston had the added advantage of knowing exactly where Evan’s weakest spot was. After a few minutes of back and forth on the disheveled comforter, the determined 22 year old caught Evan in just the right position as he tried to crawl off the bed; Weston sitting on the blonde’s forearms on the floor while his stomach rested on the carpet and his legs remained slightly bent against the side of the bed so his bare feet were dangling above his butt.  “Motherfucker! Get off!!” Evan yelled as he squirmed frantically. “I’m not stopping until you submit or you piss yourself haha” Weston announced with a charming evil laugh before digging into the helpless set of ribs stretched out in front of him.

“OAAOAAHAHOAHAOHAOHAOHAOAHaOHAOAHFFFUuUCCKCKKAHAHHAANANNONONOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANNNOOOTTTHTHTAATTTTAhAHAHAAAaaAA GGGEeeTTTTOoOUUUTTTAHAHAHOOFFFFFTTHhhEERREEEE!!” Evan exploded as the massive hands dominated his ribs, each finger raking along the incredibly tender collection with a musician’s accuracy and an athlete’s raw power. Weston actually loved making his roommate squeal and squawk so desperately, unable to free himself or deny how horrible the sensations were wrecking his tight body. He was able to cover almost he entirety of Evan’s worst spot to really drive him nuts with every passing moment, way more intense than any playful prod or poke his girlfriend liked to deliver. “Come on, Evan…who’s my tickle bitch?” Weston asked with a serious power trip/adrenaline high fueling his ego like it hadn’t been stroked since high school. “AAHAHAHAHAHAHaAOhaOhOHOAHAOAHohAOAHASSSSUuUUuCCKKKkMMyyYYDDDIiiiiCCCKK!!” “Big words for somebody so helpless” Weston replied as the vindictive side of his mind put a wicked idea in his head. The hunky jock pulled off his remaining tube sock, the very one he’d worn all day and to the gym, and shoved it into Evan’s face. “AHAhAHahahahhaahFFFffUUUUCCKCKKkIIIiiNnnGGGAHAHAHAaAHAHAHASSsSSIIIIICCcCKKKK!!” Evan spat as he tried to avoid the sweet and sour, almost musky cologne smell being forced onto him. “Tell me how it tastes, big boy” Weston added before taking advantage of how wide his mouth was and shoving the smelly, sweaty sock in Evan’s mouth. Muffled “No’s!” and “Fucking gross!” could be heard from behind the white material but it only motivated Weston to keep going, digging into the ribs with one hand while teasing one of the defenseless, pink bare feet with the other.

Evan soon spit the sock out and another round of crazy laughter burst out from under his scheming mate, “AHhahAHAAOHAOAHAOhaoAHAOHAOHAYYYYoOouUUuAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSSIiIICcCKKKkHAHAHAHAAHAFffFUuUuCCKKK!! HAhahahahaahHSSTTOTOoOOPpppAhaHAHTTTIiiIICcCkkklLLiIIINNNGGGHHAHAHAAMmmMEeeEE!!”  “I’ll stop if you tap!” Weston reminded as he continued drilling up and down the length of the insanely sensitive ribs and fluttering his other set of fingers along the meaty, blush sole. “AHAHAHAHaHAHaHahAHAHAAHahFFFUUUcCKCKKkKYyYOUUOOU!!” “You’re asking for it” Weston answered before really going in on Evan’s incredibly ticklish ribs, the very secret his teammates in high school loved to use against him during practice. Using both hands, the taller boy raged onto the vulnerable torso like a maniac and Evan’s laughter skyrocketed into pure ticklish agony Weston had never heard from him.

“AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHaHAOhAOAHOAHAOAHAoaHOAHAOAAMMOOOOTTHHEEEerRRAHAAHHAHAHAHFFFFUUuuuCCCKKKKEEeEERRRRRAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHA OOOKKKKOOOKKKAHAHAHAAHAHA UuUnNnnCCLlEEEEEAHAHAUUuunnCCCCCLLLEEEE!!” Evan gave in as his body shook on the floor and his handsome feet danced above his back in the air, feeling his bladder on the edge of failing him in that moment. “Who’s my little tickle bitch?” Weston reiterated with a grin, still tickling the shit out of Evan. “AHAHHAAHAIIIiAAAMMM!! AhAHAHAIAIIIIIImmMmAYYYoOoUUURRRAahhAHATTIICcCKkLLLEEEBBIiIitITTTTCCCHH!!” he shouted between the heavy laughter he couldn’t control.

The satisfied older lad hopped off his exhausted mate and looked down at the damage he caused; Evan rolling over and catching his breath like he’d just ran two miles. “You’re such a fucking…dick, a cheating dick” the blonde said as he got to his feet. “A dick who just kicked your ass” Weston replied with a playful smile.

"Laugh it up...we’re having a rematch tomorrow” Evan asserted as he walked back into the living room.

“Whatever you say, tickle bitch”