Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2015 16:37:06 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Tickle Me Too

TICKLE ME TOO
By Zachyboy, based on characters created by Josh10 By_Gosh
M/b, oral, anal

The following story is a work of fiction involving sexual situations
between an adult man and an underage boy. If this material is illegal where
you live or offensive to you, please leave. Otherwise, stick around and get
your tickles.

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On with the show.

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Foreword

Throughout the years on Nifty, there have been some marvelous little
stories that come and go, one-hit-wonders that stay in the zeitgeist,
online treasures to be enjoyed over and over as we come back to visit them
like old friends with benefits.

Like "Pass the Dutchie" and "Hot Child in the City," they get under our
skin in the very best way. They make us hard and they make us smile, and
even though their artists are long gone and missing, we can't let them
go. "Just one more time," we say to ourselves as we reach for the
lotion. "I think I'm gonna cum to that story just one more time."

"Tickle Me" written by Josh10 By_Gosh in 2002, was one of those stories for
me. I can't count the number of times over the years readers of my stuff
have sent me its link, saying, "Hey, have you ever read this one?" Or even
more complimentary, "Was this guy you?" He's not me, but I've always been
flattered, and it's been amazing to realize how many co-fans have read this
story and lost a load over it the past 13 years right along with me.

Josh10 By_Gosh wasn't by any definition a one-hit-wonder. Search his
author-name in the incredibly valuable Nifty Search Engine (any serious
reader's best friend and helper as you deep-dive through the archives), and
you'll find Josh also gave us "McDonald's is For Kids," "Grandstand Play,"
"Guard Duty," and "Weekend at Woody's," all in April through July of 2002,
before he vanished, never to tickle our tee-tee's again.

But his original story about the babysitting limo driver and the playful
little boy he pleases with his long load of luxury during a boyishly-boring
wedding reception is the stuff Nifty Legends are made of. It's sure kept me
tingling for over a decade. The original's still there, right where Josh
left it, and hopefully, my completely unauthorized sequel captures its
spirit.

I mean no harm by borrowing another man's boy. If, Joshy, you're still out
there, I thank you for a character so real he stuck in my pipes and he
wouldn't go away, as Gary has done for so many others. I mean him no harm,
and hope this is homage, not grand theft auto. I continue your tale with
nothing but props; my due respect and gratitude for making him one of the
flat-out boy-faves I always cum back to.

Like "Funkytown," "Whip It," and "Hooked on Classics," I couldn't let your
sweet songbird go unfinished, so I offer his continuation here for your
readers and mine, hoping I'll do him justice as we take a look back at
where his music began.

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/tickle-me

Meanwhile, thanks for a great story, Josh. We all owe you one, man. I hope
you'll come back and tickle us again us sometime.

Your fan, Zachyboy

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TICKLE ME CHAPTER 2: GARY IN THE GUESTHOUSE

So, I wasn't surprised two weeks later when my cell phone rang and his mom
was on the line, saying, "Did you really want to come over and spend some
time with Gary? He can't stop talking about you and how much fun he had
with you at the wedding reception."

I balked for just a second, because "how much fun" could mean a lot of
things, and I wasn't quite sure what Gary had told her. If by "how much
fun," he meant we watched a movie in the back of my limo, then that was a
good thing.

If by "how much fun," he meant he hand-fucked my fist with my finger up his
butt, and shoved his mini-mouse in my mouth a few minutes later, then that
could be a problem. But sensing nothing but a harried mother's anticipatory
hope on the other end of the phone, I assumed my secret boydentity was
safe, and I lit up immediately when I was offered the chance to see him
again.

"Sure," I replied in my kid-friendly safe-voice. "Gary's a great little
guy. I can take him to a ballgame if you want. I can get Angels tickets any
time. A client hooks me up for free."

"Oh, he'd like that so much," his mother said with a sigh of relief. "He
said he had the best time in the world with you. I don't know what you did,
but you sure won him over!"

Well, I DID know what I did, and as my cock plumped in my pants remembering
how I did it, I was fairly certain she didn't need the details.

"Why don't I come around Saturday at four?  We play the Rangers at
six. That'll give us plenty of time to park and get a hot dog, if you don't
mind him being out late."

"Are you sure it's okay?" She sounded politely fake-reticent, but
over-the-moon mom-happy at the thought of a Saturday night without child
care duties. Show me a single mom who doesn't enjoy a night off and I'll
show you the viewing bay I just built on Uranus. Or on your son's anus, in
any case.

"My pleasure," I told her, and I was sure that it would be. Remembering the
sweet salty flavor of Gary's little dickie-mouse as I fingered his hole and
sucked him to his sweet little boy bumps was enough to make me volunteer
for a whole season of ballgames.

"We have a guesthouse out back," she offered brightly, sealing the
deal. "If you get back too late, just dump him at the door and crash in
there."

"Great!" I chirped.

But what I wanted to say was, "Don't count on it."

If I had my way, Gary would be sharing the guest house with me, not going
to his bedroom back at the main house.

"See you at five," she said with a smile in her voice and a load lifted for
the weekend. "Thanks, Josh. He liked you so much. You're all he wants to
talk about. This will mean the world to him."

Amazing how life works out. She actually sounded grateful, when I knew by
the end of the night, it would be me thanking her for another sweet taste
of her son's most private treasures. Or maybe even more if he'd let me.

Friday came and Gary was so excited to see me, he ran down the steps as the
limo pulled in and actually jumped up and down as I rolled to a stop.

"Are we really going? Are you really taking me to a baseball game?" His
brown eyes sparkled and his 8-year-old smile lit up the sky and scared the
birds from the trees.

The last time I'd seen him, he was in a little black tux with his cute red
suspenders, his dickie hanging out and his face flushed and sexy. Today he
wore shorts that were teasingly baggy and a cute little t-shirt that said,
"Lock Up Your Daughter." Great sentiment, wrong gender, if I had anything
to say about it.

I showed him the tickets and he lit up again.

"222, little man," I smiled. "First base side of the Diamond Club lounge."

He had no idea what that meant at all, but it meant good seats and he
squealed out of general happiness.

"Thanks a ton for for this," his mom said with a weary smile. "You sure
it's okay?"

"More than okay," I assured her as Gary ran to the limo and stood at the
passenger door. He was waiting for me to open it for him, I noticed with a
smile. How quickly we train our boys how to love being spoiled. And I had
no complaints. I was happy to spoil him.

"The game ends around 9:30," I told her, "so unless we go extra innings,
traffic getting out of there, we'll probably be home around 10:30, 11."

"Just drop him at the door and make sure he gets in," she said with a
bright smile. "The nanny's asleep upstairs. He can tuck himself in. The
guest house is open if you want it. I'll be out late, with a...friend."

She winked. I nodded.

"My mom's a lebzian," Gary offered happily.

"He's almost got that one," his mom smiled. "We're working on it."

"You know, he can always just stay with me in the guest house," I
offered. "I'll sleep on the couch. He can have the bedroom. No sense waking
everybody."

"Can I, Mom? Can I? Can I?" Gary jumped and wiggled, almost peeing his
pants in excitement. Actually pinching his little weenie, which made me all
shades of eager.

She looked at him, shrugged, did the mom-wince. "You sure?"

"No problem," I told her. "We'll both be drunk on hot dogs and Miller Lite
by then. Why wake your nanny? He can throw up on my watch tonight."

Gary looked spellbound. "Do I really get to drink beer?" he asked in
hushed, respected tones.

"No," his mom and I said simultaneously. And we laughed.

"Jinx," Gary said, and grinned along with us.

"That would be sooooo great," she said. "Then I can invite Darcie in. The
guest house has two bedrooms anyway. Gary sleeps in there all the time. He
has his own room. You can have the master. He'll show you around."

"Great," I echoed, giving her my top-tier "your boy will be fine" smile,
marveling at the fact that some people were rich enough to have a guest
house to send their kids to when they wanted to rattle the bedsprings with
their lovers. But hey, no trouble. Two bedrooms would be one more than Gary
and I would need.

Gary stood impatiently at the car, waiting for me to open the door.

"You be good, little man," his mom warned him. He completely ignored her.

"Come on, open up!" he said jumping up and down and grabbing his weenie
again.

She shrugged and shook her head. I smiled.

"You have to pee there, Sport?" I asked him, nodding down at his little
stiffy.

"No!" he blushed. "I'm just excited!"

"In that case, here you are, sir," I said, opening the door for him lie a
proper chauffeur and boylover should. "Let's hit the road."

As he hopped in, I enjoyed the fine round shape of his bubbly little
butt. As he leaned back on the long leather seat and I stuck my head inside
the tinted interior to make sure he was comfortable, I winked and made
kissy lips. I looked down at his little package and licked my lips. Gary
blushed. He knew what was going to happen tonight too.

"Do you like boys?" he whispered at me secretly.

"I like boys a lot."

"How come?"

"Cuz," I said.

"Cuz why?" he asked.

"Cuz they taste good," I answered.

He giggled. I ran my finger along the length of his little penis. It was
already hardening. He sucked in air and his eyes lit up when I touched
it. I was about to pull my hand away, but he grabbed it and held it
there. He pushed his hard little dickie up to meet it. I gave it a squeeze.

"Oooh," he giggled. "You're kinda naughty."

"Kinda," I nodded. "Sometimes anyway."

"Me too," he whispered, and he pressed my hand harder against his penis. I
gave it one more squeeze before I had to pull away.

"Just buckling him in," I called to his mom, who was still waiting on the
steps. I popped my head back outside of the tinted interior and gave her a
smile.

"Say goodnight to your mom, Sport," I told Gary as I rolled down the power
window to let him wave.

"Night, Mom!" he called.

"Have fun, sweetie," she waved back.

I climbed inside, we both waved again, and we were on our way to Angel
Stadium.

From Newport Beach, we took the I-5, then the 57 North, a quick zip,
really, and traffic was surprisingly light for a Saturday night game. My
dividing window was open and Gary and I had been chatting happily and I was
just about to take the Orangewood exit when he started fiddling with his
pants again and he smiled.

"Whatcha doing there, Sport?"

"Wanna see my little mouse?" Gary asked me. "You made him get really big."

He unbuttoned, tugged his shorts down, pants and undies in one smooth shot,
and there was his little dickie in my rearview mirror, hard and proud, all
three beautiful, erect, pink-headed inches.

I whistled in appreciation.

"It looks like the little mouse isn't hiding anymore."

Gary smiled, remembering our game at the wedding reception.

"He gets big because he wants you to taste him again."

My cock was hardening in my pants. I wanted to pull off the road and fake a
radiator leak.

"Why don't we wait until we get to the ballpark, Sport. Maybe I can give
him a little taste in the bathroom at the game."

"Okay," Gary smiled, and he put him away. "But make sure you taste him
good. He needs a good taste. Really good, a LOT."

Game over right then and there. My cock would be hard for the rest of the
night.

We got through three innings, two hot dogs and one jumbo soda before Gary
announced he had to pee. When we got to the men's room, I headed for the
urinals, but Gary grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the stalls.

"In here he whispered. Where you can see my mouse."

"Is the little mouse ready to come out and play?"

Gary nodded his head.

We made our way to the stall on the end, passing numerous man-boy couples
on the way, little tykes mostly, having Daddy help them pee, or wiping
their hineys after they pooped. We locked our door and Gary had his cocklet
out immediately – stiffy in a jiffy, I smiled to myself – and he was
pissing like a racehorse...an impressive stream for a boy of 8, but it was
a big Coke and he'd been holding it for awhile. I took my dick out and
joined him in the show.

"Wow," he said, eyeing up my semi-boner. "You got a real big mouse."

"Are you doing to help it make more mouse milk tonight?" I asked him
hopefully.

He giggled.

"It's not mouse milk. It's sperms. I asked my cousin Jackson."

"Does Jackson play mouse games too?"

"He drinks his brother's mouse milk," Gary said simply. "His brother's in
high school. His name's Casey."

Interesting, I thought. More mousketeers to file away for later.

The sight of Gary's yellow stream tapering off as he squeezed his drops off
and stood there watching my healthy piss stream made my cock lurch. He
reached up and grabbed it in his little hand.

"I wanna aim it," he whispered.

"Go ahead, aim it."

I finished my piss with Gary pointing my dick for me. Shooting it at the
toilet bowl. Whispering "wow."

I dribbled off.

"Shake it for me, baby. Get the drops off."

He did. He touched the tip and brought the last salty drop to his
mouth. His little tongue darted out and he smiled.

"Can I kiss it?" he asked. "Really quick? Just a little."

I placed my hand on the top of his hair and pushed his head down slightly
to tell him that he could.

His mouth opened up and his red little lips locked instantly hot and wet
around my cock tip. It chubbed immediately, going from piss-plump flacid to
rock-hard and aching. His little tongue tickled my glans, and he squeezed
at my butt cheeks.

"Hey, where'd you learn to squeeze the cheeks?" I asked him, impressed.

"Jackson plays tickle me too," he said with a mouthful of mouse meat. "He
likes it when weI spread our butts apart and do stuff with our hinders."

"Hinders are fun, aren't they?" I asked him, smiling at the long forgotten
innocence of the word.

"Uh-huh," he nodded. And then he was sucking my cock
again. Hungrily. Grabbing at my ass cheeks. Moaning a little. Way too
loudly for a public bathroom stall.

"Slow down, Sport," I told him with a regretful sigh. "We can't finish
here. Someone will hear us."

"No fair," he pouted. "Let's go home."

I laughed.

"Come on, Sport. We've got all night for fun. Let me give your little mouse
a quick kiss before we go back and watch the game."

He giggled and nodded and stood up on the toilet seat.

I wrapped my lips around his 3-inch boner and sucked it into my eager
mouth. The first moment of mouth-on-dick-skin is always such a treat when
you're blowing a boy. It's an instant explosion of flavors...a dozen all at
once. Salt and maple. Candy and graham crackers. Cashews and
peaches. Gary's three inches tasted like boyish excitement and just a
little drop of pee-pee. His hairless pubis smelled like apples and
allspice. His dickie tasted like peanuts and soy sauce.

He grabbed my head almost instantly and bucked his hips against my mouth. A
week ago, he hadn't even known what his mouse was for, and now here he was,
letting nature take over, trying to face-fuck me like a champ.

"It's all I've been thinking about this week," he sighed contentedly.

I gave his cheeks a cursory squeeze, wet a finger and diddled his ass a
little before I knew we'd been in the stall too long and we'd have to
vacate or risk being busted.

"Come on," I whispered. "We'll finish this later."

"Can I taste yours again?" he asked with a pout. "Pretty please? Just one
more taste?"

"There's not enough time," I told him. "But turn around. Spread you butt
for me."

He did what I asked. His little hands parted his honey brown cheeks and
inside there was his star-shaped anus, pink and waiting and sticky with my
finger spit.

I lapped my tongue across it quickly and he giggled.

"Hey!" he yelled. "You can't lick there! That's my butt! That's my mouse
hole!"

He said it much too loudly, since the man in the next stall cleared his
throat as if to say, "Hey, you idiots, we can all hear you in here."

Quickly I shushed Gary and said, "Put your mouse away, Sport. We'll do more
later."

He pouted and stuck his lip out and crossed his arms, but then I whispered,
"Your mouse tastes really good, Gary. And so does your tasty little mouse
hole. I'll make I tickle them both really nice when we get home, okay?"

"Okay," he smiled. "And can I tickle you, too?"

"You can tickle me too," I nodded.

Deal sealed, he nodded his head and smiled at me and put his hard little
penis away, and we went back to our seats to watch the Angels beat the
Rangers 7-5. I looked at Gary's little lips wrapped around his soda straw,
and watched his eyes remain firmly on my night-long cock bulge between
batters, and between the two of us, at least two cocks in the ballpark
stayed hard through the rest of the game.

There's no better aphrodisiac in the world than having a boy by your side,
watching a ballgame on the night your team scores a three run homer in the
ninth to clinch it at the end, knowing you're about to take him home to
suck his little cock and have him slurp all night on yours with his
obscenely stretched jaw gaping wide open. Hickory dickory dock. The mouse
ran up the cock.

On the drive home, Gary sat up front with me so we could rub each other's
crotches. I unsnapped my pants and lowered them around my ass while I
drove.

"Put your mouth on my mouse, Sport. Give him a special long kiss. As long
as you can."

Gary did what he was told and as I pulled off the I-5 into Newport Beach,
his head was still bobbing on my hard wet penis as we pulled into his
driveway and I turned off the limo lights. I lifted his head off my dick
and said, "let's go to the guest house, okay?"

I had so much cum for him, right on the verge, and I didn't want to waste
it in the car. I was almost past the boiling point already. I needed to
stop for a minute. I hoped I wouldn't shoot it too soon. Gary was perfect,
the night was all ours, and I wanted this to last.

We got to the guest house, the door was unlocked, Gary opened it for us,
locked it behind us, and first thing's first, he wanted to show me
around. I kicked my shoes off and followed him down the hall. One of the
bedrooms was actually his.

"I have my big bedroom in the other house," he bragged, "but this one's
mine too. It's kinda like my clubhouse if Jackson sleeps over. Or if
Grandma comes to visit."

The thought of potentially putting a piece of my penis inside young Gary
inside the same guest house he shared with his grandma was just a little
bit sick and a whole lot of horny.

He showed me the master bedroom. "You sleep here," he said.

"And this is my room," he said of the adjoining room separated by a door on
either side, like a double suite in a hotel. It was decorated boyishly with
sports posters and a bunk bed. There was a TV inside and lots of video
games.

"Maybe we should leave the door open," I suggested. "In case your mouse
catches a cold and needs to warm up next to my mouse."

He giggled and said, "My mouse wants to sleep with your mouse tonight. So
they can play together. A LOT."

"Done," I said, and he jumped up into my arms. He gave me a peck on the
cheek and wrapped his arms around my neck. He was warm and soft and smelled
like cinnamon almonds. And even if I didn't have ulterior motives, and
believe me I did, I'd still love this boy for his infectious, wide
joy. Golden brown and smooth as silk, I kissed his cheeks and set him back
down.

"Wanna play some video games?" he asked, pointing to his Xbox.

"Maybe in the morning," I suggested, giving my cock a suggestive squeeze
and making sure he saw me do it.

"Want to eat some jelly beans?" he pointed to a bowl on the coffee table as
he helped himself to a jumbo handful. I watched him chew and swallow them
and even that turned me on.

"I like `em all," he bragged. "Even the black ones."

"Me too, baby. Me too."

"Want to see me naked?" he asked out of the blue.

"Oh, yes," I said. "I'd like that very much."

He giggled.

"Can I help you take your clothes off?" I asked him.

He nodded his head and lifted his arms shyly. I pulled off his shirt. I
unzipped his pants and pulled them down his skinny legs. His undies came
into view. Little red Fruit of the Looms. I pressed my face into the front
of his piss-pouch and breathed in deeply.

"Oh, fuck, that's beautiful," I whispered.

"Hey! You said a swear!"

"Sometimes you have to, Gary. Sometimes you have to."

His little dickie was hard already.

"Smell it again," he said softly, and he pushed his crotch back into my
face.

God, it was beautiful. Like maple. Like root beer. I took my time and
inhaled his boyhood. I never wanted to take my face away, but hard and
leaking in my own Fruit of the Looms, I knew I had to. If only to get in
there for relief.

"Do you like having your little mouse sniffed like that, Gary?"

He nodded yes and he reached for another handful of jelly beans. He munched
away, naked and beautiful. Good, I thought. Load up on sugar, Gary. You're
gonna need it, little man.

"Can I take YOUR clothes off?" he smiled shyly, through a mouth full of
jelly beans.

I lifted my arms up, the universal symbol for "be my guest." He was on me
in a heartbeat, tickling me, giggling, and knocking me to the floor, where
he yanked off my Angels jersey, nearly ripped it in the process, unbuttoned
my pants, slid them down and saw the outline of my cock in my briefs.

"Wow," he whispered, staring at my erection.

And then he did what I did. Pressed his little face forward and smelled my
cotton crotch.

"Mmmm," he said. "Strong. Like a big mouse."

I grabbed his little head and held him there for a second. Pressing his
face into the hardness of my cock and letting him know what a man smells
like.

We left our clothes in a disheveled pile on the floor...mine on the bottom
and his on the top. His shorts and socks and his "Lock Up Your Daughter"
t-shirt. Fat chance there, unless your daughter has a cock between her
legs, because believe me, that's what Gary was getting tonight.

I stood and admired his perfect naked body as he smiled at me waiting and
eating his jelly beans.

He was that creamy rich caramel color. Not chocolate, not dark, but a
blended Frappuccino. Clearly the offspring of a lighter mom and a darker
dad, Gary's naked body was beautiful...his honey brown skin. He was
chai. He was java. His perfect boy butt, his beautiful, circumcised
prepubescent erection, his tiny nipples poking out of their small brown
circles. I could look at him forever. He was a boy to be painted. A boy to
be treasured.

He was the kind of boy you could swallow every day and always stay
hungry. I'd licked his cock and his butthole already, and I was hard and
dripping to do it again. There was more flavor in Gary than there were
stars in the sky.

"Me and my cousin Jackson played Find the Mouse after you taught me at the
wedding," he said proudly, fiddlign with his firm little stiffy.

"Did he play it right?" I asked him.

"Kinda right," he answered.

"What's that mean? Kinda right?"

"He looked for my mouse," Gary shrugged. "But he kept wanting to smell my
mouse hole, too. He told me he had to make sure the mouse hole smelled
good. That we didn't lose any cheese in it."

I chuckled. Good for Jackson, I thought. Way to get your needs met, kid.

"Did your mouse hole smell okay?" I asked him with a smile.

"I guess so," Gary said. "He kept giving it extra smells, so I guess it
wasn't too bad."

"Did he go inside?" I asked him.

"Just with his fingers and a little with his tongue. Not with his mouse. My
mouse hole's little. You hafta be careful in it."

"Oh, I promise we'll be really careful," I reassured him. "There are lots
of different ways to play mouse. Jackson just does a different one."

"Can you do other ones too?" Gary asked me, all wide-eyed and eager. "My
mouse wants a new game."

I smiled and led him into the master bedroom. I took him by the hand and
walked him to the bed. I opened his hand to dump the jelly beans he'd been
gripping onto the bedside table. I kissed his sticky hand. I licked his
palm. Sugary-sweet and sweaty-tacky cherry.

"If I teach you a new game we can play with your mouse tonight," I asked
him, "can my mouse come out and play it too?"

Gary giggled. "Jackson says you want to put your mouse up my butt."

"Yes I do, but only just a little," I smiled. "And Jackson sounds like
fun. I should meet him some day."

"He's sleeping over next weekend," Gary offered. "He wants to play tickle
me too. You should come over. You should sneak in."

My dick was so hard by now I was ready to explode. I sure loved thinking
about adding Jackson to the mix, but one thing at a time, and my cock was
calling the shots. Right now it just wanted Gary. I needed to add a little
foam inside his beautiful caramel-sweet Frappuccino with my stir-stick.

"Hop on the bed, Gary," I said, patting the mattress. When he did, knees
first, his cheeks parted and I saw his perfect starfish for a sweet,
fleeting second.

Leave room, I thought as I looked at it. Leave room for cream.

The minute he jumped up, I turned into Tickle Monster. I swooped in and
reached for his ribs, squiggling and tickling him until his giggles bounced
off the wall. His little face flushed red and his little dickie poked
straight into the air as I tickled his armpits and reached for his feet and
blew raspberries into his perfect, creamy-tan tummy.

"Stop!" he giggled! "Stop!" he gasped. "You're gonna make me hafta pee!"

I gave him a few more tickles for good measure, just to hear his delightful
peals of laughter float through the air and land on the ceiling. I stopped,
listened to him panting, watched his flushed face, studied his erection.

Gary, heart-pounding, all bright smiles, looked at me eagerly, waiting for
instructions.

"Do you think you're ready to play our special mouse games now?" I asked
him.

He nodded vigorously.

"And you can't tell, remember? You can't tell anyone. Ever, Gary."

"Cross my heart and hope to die," he whispered, all wide-eyed and serious.

I gave him a kiss on the top of his forehead.

"Good boy," I told him. "Good boy."

He beamed.

"Tonight," I told him, a note of suspense in my voice, "tonight, we're
going to play Taste Where the Mouse Went Walking."

His eyes lit up and he clapped his hands.

His little hard cock was pointing straight up to his belly button, and it
wiggled when he clapped.

I licked my finger and gave it a quick touch right on the tip. My slippery
fiknger made him shiver.

"Let's see where the mouse went walking tonight. Let's see if I can close
my eyes and find him, but not with my hands, let's see if I can find him
with my tongue this time."

"Oh, goodie," Gary giggled, visibly excited.

I licked the finger that had just touched his dickie.

"I know what a mouse tastes like," I told him, making a big show of tasting
his flavor off my finger. "So now let's see if I can lick around and taste
where he's been going for his mouse walk."

Gary nodded vigorously and his little cocklet was a rock hard and stiff,
just twitching and quivering for the next part of the game. I closed my
eyes and started to play.

"Has the little mouse walked across here?" I asked him as my tongue swiped
his perfect nipples and his baby-smooth armpits.

He giggled and squirmed and he squeaked out, "Nooooo! Not there!!"

"Aw," I said, in fake disappointment. "Well maybe he walked across here," I
ventured, lapping my tongue across his tummy and his belly button.

That made Gary really giggle, but he assured me the mouse hadn't been there
at all.

"He's lower down! Lower!! You have to go lower!"

"Maybe you need to roll over so I can see if the mouse has been walking on
your other side," I suggested.

He quickly flipped himself tummy-down on the bed, his shapely butt cheeks
shining up at me, a smooth brown bum with flawless beauty and a crack
straight from heaven with a dimple on the top.

He giggled and he wiggled and I heard him breathing heavily, waiting for
more of this fidgity fun.

"Did the mouse walk in here?" I asked him, licking inside his left ear.

"No!" he giggled. "Stop! That tickles!"

"How about over here?" I said, licking the back of his neck. "I think I
taste some mouse tracks here."

"No," Gary laughed. "He's not there either. You have to go lower! Really
super lower in the mouse hole!"

Like playing a xylophone, my tongue swiped quickly down the length of his
salty spine to the bump of his baby tailbone and he giggled and he
shivered.

"That makes me tickle some more."

"Oh-oh," I said quietly. "I think I taste the mouse down here, Gary. I
think we're getting close."

"Uh-huh," he panted. And his voice was sounding eager. His little tail
pushed back at me, offering me his special place in no uncertain terms.

I didn't disappoint him. My tongue swiped down the length of his boycrack,
tasty and sweet, until I finally zeroed in on the innermost button.

"Oh, Gary," I whispered in a hushed voice. "I think the mouse walked inside
here. Maybe I should taste it and see."

"Taste hard," he whimpered hungrily. "Taste it for a really long time."

I did as he asked me. He moaned out loud. A long, grateful wail. He pushed
back. He reached back with his little hands and spread his cheeks apart for
me. He spread them wide. He wanted more.

I ate his exquisite ass for a tongue-numbing period of time that fell off
the clock. Nothing mattered but the wild copper boy bitters that were laid
out before me...the earth and the cream and the sexy-musk sweetness of
Gary's tight asshole. Unyielding at first, it loosened steadily at the
ongoing pressure from my insistent, probing tongue. I reached around and
rubbed his little peener between a thumb and two fingers while I ate
him. He was hard and whimpering.

"You taste so good, Gary," I whispered at one point. "You taste so perfect
and good."

"Taste for him harder," Gary begged softy. "And look for him with your
fingers like Jackson did."

I was happy to obey. I licked his tiny anus and sucked on my pinky long
enough to wet it liberally before I slowly slid it past his gripping double
ring. He hissed as it entered him up to the second knuckle and the
third. He seemed to squirm and tried to expel me, but I kept up a steady
pressure, and soon he was moaning and pushing back against me.

My finger sunk in to its full length and stayed there, his gripping heat
all around it, like an oven, like a compress. Gary sighed and said "ow,
ooooh, that feels so-o-o-o good."

Slowly as I licked his outer anus, I fucked my pinky in and out of him
while he twisted and made panting sounds. He tasted so sweet. His
musky-innocent boy-scent drove me wild. It made me want to fuck him. It
made me want to lift his legs and fuck him. I had to slow down.

"Maybe I should taste for your little mouse in the front again," I offered,
since his little dickie was hard as a popsicle stick and he was grinding it
against my hand and the mattress as I finger-fucked him.

"Okay," he panted breathlessly, as he flipped himself over and offered me
his sweet, pissy boycock, rock hard and throbbing. I licked up his taint, I
licked his little pebble ball-sack then with one swipe up his steely little
length I found the mouse I'd been tasting for.

Gary grabbed my head and pushed it down on his hard little dickie.

"My mouse is my cock," he whispered conspiratorially, wondering if he had
my permission to say such a dirty word. "You know it's my cock, right?"

"Yeah, baby it is." I told him. "I know it is. And it's a beautiful little
mouse cock. Let's see if we can make him happy, okay Gary? Let's see if we
can make him squeak."

Instinctively his hips began to pump up to meet me, to help his little
cocklet slide in and out of my mouth. I bobbed up and down, took my time
and fellated him slowly with plenty of suction. His little penis was hard
as a rock, but no bigger than my own thumb. A little smaller. I ran my
tongue around the rim of his head and he shivered.

"Suck my mouse cock, suck my mouse cock, suck my mouse cock," he whispered
over and over.

I removed my mouth for a minute. He whimpered and wiggled, searching for
the mouse cave again.

"Maybe you should lay on top of me, baby," I suggested quietly. "That way
you can taste my mouse while I'm tasting yours."

"Okay," he panted, climbing on top of me in a classic 69 position. His
dickie slid right back into my mouth as I felt his wet little tongue
tentatively lick the pre-cum off of mine, gingerly at first, a little bit
hesitant, and then finding his courage, I watched his tiny mouth open up
and take me in as far as he could go.

His little lips strained around my thick cockhead, but he did an excellent
job adjusting to its girth and began slowly bobbing up and down on the
first few inches of my cock. Such a big mouthful for such a little boy.

"Teeth, baby, teeth. Be really, really careful."

He slowed and corrected.

We found a rocking rhythm.

He pumped in and out of my mouth while he sucked me. It felt so good, I
lost myself for a minute and pushed into his mouth and throat a little
further than I should. I heard him gag and he stopped like a deer in the
headlights when my cock went to deep.

"Sorry," I whispered, and I adjusted my depth. His own little cock was
pistoning in and out of me pretty quickly now, and I knew it wouldn't take
him long.

"I want to say a swear word," he whispered, taking his mouth off my cock
for a minute, but not slowing his pace.

"Go ahead, baby. Say your swear word."

"Fuck your mouth, fuck your mouth," he started to whisper as he face-fucked
me with increasing punch and speed. This kid was going to be a Grade-A,
top-tier, number-one skull-fucker some day. Any little girl or little boy
was going to be lucky to get a piece of this.

His little balls were right in my face. His ass was spread open before me
and it looked so beautiful and smelled so boyish. Like nutmeg and
vinegar. Like sweet and sour vanilla. I reached up with a wet finger, my
forefinger this time, and slid it into his spit-wet hole. This time my
intrusion didn't make him flinch. This time he only face-fucked me faster
and started making moaning, shivery, twitching sounds as he passed the
point of no return.

"Fuck your mouth, fuck your mouth...ungh...ungh...here it comes!!!
NNNGGGGHH! UNNGGGHH!!"

With that, he rammed his cock as deep as it would go and lay shivering and
shaking on my face. His hairless pubis covered my nose and he shuddered and
spasmed, like jolts of electricity were passing through his body. I
vacuum-sucked his twitching cocklet. He shuddered again, a deep, rocking
body-jerk. He was panting and sweating.

"So good, so good," he whispered.

"I have to feed you some mouse milk, baby," I said to him urgently. "Can
you lay your head on the pillow for me and open your mouth?"

He nodded and obeyed. I straddled him with a knee on either side, grabbed
my cock and began stroking it toward his wide, open mouth.

"Wider, Gary. As wide as you can, okay?"

He nodded and complied. His little jaw snapped open as wide as it would
go. I could see his tongue and his baby teeth inside. One silver cap on his
back left molar. It's what I aimed for.

"Ohhhh, good boy. Such a good boy. So wide. So pretty."

I felt my orgasm come crashing up my balls and straight through my cock
shaft before it blasted through my piss slit and coated his surprised,
gulping pie hole with the blistering force of need and nature. He winced,
made a face, but kept his mouth open, trying not to swallow, but not sure
what to do with it all. Three strong gobs, then four found his mouth. His
eyes were wide, looking at me desperately. Almost in a panic.

"Eat it, baby. Swallow it down."

He did, and made a face.

"Blecchhh," he said. "Like icky salty soup."

"Mouse milk is strong, isn't it, baby?"

He nodded. Looked shell-shocked. "REALLY tastes strong," he choked. Coughed
a little. Rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, shocked he'd just
swallowed it all.

"Good boy, Gary. You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you."

He made another face and I kissed his furrowed forehead. I smiled at his
innocence. He was only just beginning. Sometimes it takes a while before a
boy learns to like it.

I laid down beside him and cuddled him up to me. He laid his head on my
chest and we both lay there breathing and sighing, catching our breath, me
stroking his hair, his little hand wrapped around my softening cock,
squeezing a few last drops from my sticky-wet piss slit.

He looked up at me and I kissed his little mouth. Teased him with my
tongue. His little tongue wrestled back. He kissed me with a sweetness
beyond his years. He tasted like jelly beans and semen.

We must have fallen asleep like that because the next thing I knew, I was
dreaming my cock was sucked inside the vacuum cleaner -- something I did
frequently when I was a horny little kid, if you must know -- but when my
eyes fluttered awake, it was Gary doing the hoovering, not my mom's Kirby
upright.

"Whoa there, sport, you starting without me?"

"I want some more mouse milk," he said in a hungry little
whimper-voice. "I'm thirsty for some more."

"I think we need to put the mouse milk somewhere else this time," I told
him quietly.

"Like up my mouse hole?" he ventured cautiously.

"That's exactly where it should go."

"Will it hurt at first like Jackson says? He says it hurts at first when
Casey puts his mouse inside."

"Oh, I think we can do it gently. We wouldn't want to ruin a perfectly good
mouse hole, now would we?"

He shrugged but looked hesitant. I spotted the jelly beans on the bedside
table and had a sudden inspriation.

"Here," I told him. "I've got an idea to make it easier."

I grabbed a red one and held it in front of his nose. He tried to nip it
out of my fingers, but I pulled it back.

"Let's pretend this is mouse food. And you know where I should put the
mouse food so my mouse can find it?"

He giggled and lit up. "In my mouse hole?"

"Exactly," I told him. "Right up your mouse hole."

I sucked my finger, got a little warm spit on the tip and tickled his
butthole with it. He shivered and he squirmed. Then showing him the jelly
bean one more time and raising an eyebrow, I brought it down to his tiny
little anus and with a flick of dexterity behind his taint and below his
balls – BLOOP! – I popped it inside his rectum in one quick
plop. Like a shot. Like a suppository.

"Ooooh!" he giggled, when it found its new home. "That's weird. That's
cool. Like a bump in my throat."

I flipped him into a spoon position and hocked a little loogey lube on the
end of my cockhead.

"Now this part is really special, Gary," I told him excitedly, and honest,
I was shaking. "I'm going to use my mouse to push the mouse food further up
your mouse hole, okay?"

"Okay," he giggled, sounding a little nervous, but more than a little
excited at the same time.

"Here we go."

And with that, I pressed my fat mushroom tip to the gateway of his anus,
and slowly pushed forward until the baby crowned and – PLOP! – I
found myself rim-locked and tight in the grip of his quivering clencher.

"Oh my God," he giggled. "Your mouse is up my butt!"

"Does it hurt?" I asked him, legitimately concerned.

"No," he said, wide-eyed. "But don't go further. Just keep him where he
is."

I totally ignored that and began rocking in and out of him slowly. Just the
tip. Oh, fuck, he was tight. Like a heating pad turned up to 10.

"Hey," he whined. "I said don't go in any farther."

"Just a little," I whispered. "Oh God, Gary, your ass is so good...I'm
sorry, sweet baby, but your ass is so good..."

I didn't last a second. I wish I could tell you I did. I wish I could tell
you this was one of those stories where the man fucks the boy for an
impossible 30 minutes, but I was nowhere near that skill level. His tight
little asshole just felt way too magnificent. I was cumming inside him on
the tenth shallow stroke. I siezed-up tightly, a full-on body lock, and
cried out...

"Oh God, Gary! FUCK! I'm cumming in you! GODDDDDDD!!!!"

My cum erupted into him like a waterfall. Like a volcano. Like Mount
St. Semens.

He laid there stunned, too shell-shocked to move. This was not a normal
everyday occurrence for him, this squishy hot stuff blasting up his mouse
hole. As my cock lay there squirting and spurting up his ass, he gasped and
smiled and looked puzzled, but proud of himself.

"Am I a big boy now?" he asked me, in wonder.

"I think you're a very big boy now, Gary. What do you think?"

"I think you shoved it up my butt," he said. "I think your mouse got very
happy."

"Oh, baby," I assured him. "My mouse got VERY happy."

He giggled and pushed and he farted out my cock. It came slipping out with
a plop and a shiver, my cum dripping down around it.

He sat up quickly and dashed out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" I shouted after him.

"To poop out the mouse food!" he giggled. "Come and watch it come out!"

Never underestimate the necessary agenda of a child. Not wanting to be a
party pooper, I followed him into the adjoining bathroom, where he sat on
the toilet seat and with a juicy fart and a shit-eating grin, he expelled a
good night's work from the bowels of his candy machine – some air, my
semen, a couple of fingerprints, and a mushy red jelly bean, dissolving in
its own sugary goo and a whole lot of mine. Mission accomplished, and he
looked pretty smug. I tickled him again right there on the toilet and I
helped him wipe his bottom.

We got a good night's sleep and the next morning, I walked him to the door
of the main house, rang the bell and waited for his mom to answer.

She opened it and smiled at me, squinting in the sunlight and rubbing sleep
from her eyes. In the kitchen behind her I saw a beautiful young woman in
an oversized t-shirt and panties, drinking coffee and just waking up,
sipping two-handed, from a big mocha mug.

"Was he good for you?" she yawned sleepily, tousling his head.

"Oh, yes," I assured her. "He was a very good boy. Quiet as a mouse."

He scampered inside and when she wasn't looking, he grabbed his crotch and
pinched his stiffy and wiggled his little tail at me. He already knew I'd
be sneaking back next weekend when he and Jackson were sharing the guest
house. Tickle Me Too was about to turn into Tickle Me Three.

My limo pulled out into California sunshine. My cock was all sticky with
jelly bean boy ass, the morning was young and the possibilities next time
were endless.

Lord in Heaven, I thought, rubbing my chubber and remembering the taste of
his rediscovered mouse and his long-awaited clincher, sometimes it's sure
worth the wait for a well-deserved sequel.

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THE END

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Afterword

Let me repeat my thanks to the magnificent Nifty author Josh10 By_Gosh of
long-ago legend for giving us little Gary to begin with. The tickles he's
given us over the years with his original story can't be beat. Read it
again here.

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/tickle-me

And who knows. Maybe we're not done with Gary's mouse hole yet.

Tickle Me 3? Jackson Joins In? Here in the land of whiskers and tails, you
never know what the future might bring.

Until then, say cheese. And happy squeaking.

Love,
Zach

z.blake@mail.com
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#zachyboy