Teens In Love - 4. The Weekend's Over Early

The Dads

Raymond Stetson and his husband Theo slept peacefully in the resort's king-sized bed. The blonde man rolled on his side and sleepily moaned as he placed a soft kiss on Theo's muscular and sculpted torso. He softly chuckled when the dirty blonde squirmed and giggled in his sleep. Ray loved waking up to the sounds of his husband's sleepy giggling.

Theo's eyes fluttered open he turned on his side and smiled. "Good morning, sexy guy."

Ray snickered. "It will be once you've located some mouthwash Babe your morning breath is rank. What did you eat last night."

Their luxurious bedroom of the two-bedroom suite the pair of couples chose to stay in was filled with the blonde's boisterous cackles. Ray writhed and squirmed as his husband kept his arms pinned while using his free hand to tickle the slightly older man's bare ribs and pit hollows. His feet dug and pushed against the satin bed linens. "You're soo gonna get it, Theo." Ray squealed.

"Say Uncle, Ray," Theo smirked and quickly moved down and trapped his squirmy husband's ankles by wrapping his arm around them.

"Oh, fuck. Not my feet, Babe, not the ffffeeeeeeettttttt." Raymond screeched.

Theo's nails lightly strummed up and down his pedicured bare feet. The brunet smiled, leaned down then, began nibbling and licking the ten helpless and scrunched toes. Raymond's laughter rose an octave and volume when his husband tickled his sensitive soles and toes. Finally, he couldn't hold out anymore. Ray feverishly tapped his husband's arm, then squealed out his surrendered uncle.

The couple giggled as they melted into a loving embrace until an incoming text message disturbed them. Ray sighed as he reached over and retrieved his phone. He swiped his finger across the screen and opened the messaging app. After a second of reading, the man burst out laughing like a hyena.
"What's so funny, babe?" Theo asked with a confused expression.

Raymond was laughing so hard that he couldn't speak, so he handed the phone to his husband, who broke down in raucous laughter after reading the message. "Would you please quiet down? Other people are trying to hear their own ticklish husband's laughter." It was from Keith and Timmy. Theo and Ray shared a look and head nod. The couple got out of bed and walked out into the hallway. They quickly opened the other bedroom door, ran into the room, and jumped on the bed. The four men wrestled with and tickled each other in a massive playful tickle fight as they indulged their inner child. The men finally calmed down and giggled like little boys at their antics and having acted like overgrown kids.

"We really needed this getaway, guys. Even though we live beside each other, it's been forever since just the four of us had time together." Kieth said as he softly giggled when Theo's toes grazed along the side of his foot. The raven-haired man's giggling got more pronounced when his husband added his tickles to Theo’s. He smiled and cuddled against Theo, then against his husband. "I love you guys."

The four men nodded their agreement and happily sighed before the other guys giggled. Then together, they launched a tickle assault on their squealing and wriggling brother. "We love you too, Keith." They all settled down again and got out of bed. Raymond ordered them all room service for breakfast, Theo and Keith went to the kitchen area to fix four cups of coffee with the Keurig machine, and Timmy set the table.

"So..." Ray paused to sip his coffee while they waited for the room service to arrive. "How are we all feeling about our boys becoming boyfriends?" He gazed into each man's eyes. "I mean truthfully."
"Ever since they came out, I've expected the relationship's progression and considered it totally natural." Keith offered his opinion first as the licensed therapist of the group. He smiled and looked at each man gathered at the table. As he was about to continue speaking, the room service arrived. The men each tipped the guy delivering the food, then Keith continued. "I'm totally secure in the knowledge that we've raised two very loving and mature young men, who've surprisingly been willing to be open and honest with the four of us about their interests, both sexual and nonsexual." Keith scooped some sausage gravy onto his biscuits and took a bite of the creamy and buttery delectable sustenance.

Timmy sipped his orange juice and smiled as he rubbed his husband's back. He and Keith giggled when Raymond and Theo ruffled the youngest of the group. "I agree with my big, overgrown kid here." Timmy kissed Keith's cheek and then had a bite of his pancakes and sausage patties.

Raymond and Theo nodded their agreement as well. "I think most of our parental success, and our boys being so well adjusted is thanks to Keith. Just his seeing clients in his office on the property makes him readily available for Mike and Robbie to confide in when needed and desired." Theo paused to take a bite of his steak and cheese omelet.

"It also helps that he's managed to maintain a patient/doctor privilege with our guys, with the clause that if he deems the problem severe enough, there'd be no choice but to involve us," Raymond said before taking his last bite of scrambled eggs and bacon.

Keith blushed and lowered his head, giggling boyishly. "Thanks, guys." He paused and wiped his tears. "I think we're all equally responsible for our two young men's success and learning experiences."

They finished eating and worked together to clean up. The men placed the dirty plates and cups on the rolling cart, then set the cart outside the door to be picked up. Theo and Raymond, Keith and Timmy went to take their showers. When they returned, Theo's phone alerted him to multiple messages. He went into the bedroom so that he didn't disturb the other three. Keith turned on the TV and tuned into the local morning news broadcast. When they saw the story about the bank robbery, Raymond yelled for his husband right as Theo came running out of the room. Speaking in unison, the men said, "call the boys."

Mike & Robbie

Robbie groggily murmured as he started waking up. The dawning sun's golding rays shone on him, making his red hair look on fire. The teen went to stretch and yawn but quickly noticed his wrists and ankles were bound to the bedposts. He struggled as much as he could. That's when the redhead realized he was blindfolded. Suddenly, a ticklish sensation ran along the sides of his bare feet. Robbie worked hard and attempted to resist the giggles that threatened to flow from inside his body.

"So, my tickling captor's in quite the ticklish predicament." Mike giggled at his choice of wording.

The blonde teen continued lightly tickling the sides of his restrained boy's feet, and then his fingertips slowly traveled up to his toes. He licked his lips while watching the other teen's plump toes wiggle and flex as they were being explored.

Robbie giggled, and his squirms became more pronounced as the tickles traveled along his helpless feet. The arches wrinkled, and he scrunched his toes. "Please, not the tickles this early, kid." The teen pleaded.

Mike giggled and leaned down. His tongue swiped slowly across the toe pads, and his tongue's tip grazed the bases. He was about to continue when his, Robbie's, and the landline started ringing. Instantly, Mike picked up his and Robbie's phones and answered them. "Hey, Dads, give me a sec to untie my baby boy." Mike placed the call on his phone on speaker. "You guys are on speaker. This must be serious for all three phones to be ringing."

"Mike, Robbie, we need you two to stay calm and listen to us carefully." Ray continued for his husband. "We're packing and heading home. There's been a robbery at the bank Papa Theo works for. No one was hurt, but the thieves haven't been caught, and they were last seen close to our home."

"Guys, are the rifles there or at the houses?" Keith asked as he grabbed his suitcase and hurried to the car.

"They're at the houses. You guys told us it was better to be safe than sorry in the event of an accident," Robbie answered.

"Scratch that, one or both of you go get them and then stay in the cabin. Preferably, both of you should go that way, neither one of you alone." Timmy said as he started the SUV.

"We'll get dressed, have a quick breakfast, then get the rifles," Mike said.

"We're gonna meet the police in town at the bank and drop off Papa Theo so he can work with them and try to catch these guys. We're sure nothing will happen, but it doesn't hurt to be safe." Keith said. They all said I love you, before ending the call.

The teens ran upstairs, where Mike went to get their clothes, and Robbie fixed them each a bowl of cereal, a cup of coffee, and orange juice. "Babe, do you really think the robbers could be around here?" Robbie asked. He looked out the window as he placed the dishes in the washer.

Mike walked over, wrapped the slightly shorter teen in his arms, and placed a gentle kiss on Robbie's soft lips. "Don't worry, my sweet angel. No matter what happens, we got each other's back. I'm not gonna let anything happen, and I know you'd seriously mess someone up if they hurt me."

Robbie smiled and laid his head on his boyfriend's chest, and he returned the affection he was shown. "You know I'd do anything to protect you."

Mike and Robbie put their shoes on, mounted their four-wheelers, and headed down to their houses. Along the way, Robbie happened to look to the right and saw something white sticking out of one of the trees. He alerted Mike over their helmet communicators to pull over. They dismounted and walked over to the tree.

Mike pulled the bag from the hole. "Holy Fuckin' shit."

"What is it, babe?" Robbie asked. Robbie almost lost his balance when he looked inside. "T...That money’s from the bank."

A rustling in the bushes made the redheaded teen jump and anxiously look around. "Mike, let's just get to your house, then call the Dads and police."

Mike nodded and took possession of the bag. The two jumped on the bikes and sped down the road to the house.

"You were with me. I'm sure I put the bag in this tree." Leon Masser said as he ran his fingers through his curly light brown hair.

"I know you put it here." Stanley Carrs stopped and turned, looking down the road at the trail of dust from the four-wheelers. "Leo, I think our loot's been heisted. The two men got in the car with Leon at the wheel, following the cloud of dust.

Mike and Robbie skidded to a stop. Robbie got on the phone while Mike checked the doors and windows.

The redhead finished his calls and hung up. "Mikey, the Dads, and police will be here between thirty and forty-five minutes. We're on our own till then." He said as he loaded the rifles and made sure they could easily reach the Louisville Sluggers if needed.

Mike nodded as he looked out the window. The teen gasped when he saw a car park off to the side of the house. "Row, we got company, and it's not anyone we're expecting either."

The teens worked out a quick plan of attack and escape. Mike rushed to the basement. There, he hid the bag in a place where he figured no one would ever look. Robbie grabbed the Slugger and stood ready to whack anyone coming through the front door.

Leon and Stanley got out of the car and brandished their firearms. They started carefully casing the outer parameter of the house where the four-wheelers were parked. Stanley walked up to the garage door and tested the doorknob a couple of times before turning it. Then did the same for the inner door.

"What the hell are ya doin'?" Leon whispered.

"Dude, you've seen "Home Alone." I'm not falling for any tricks."

"You're such an idiot." Leon shook his head.

The robbers silently entered the house. Leon peered around the corner and saw a teenager with red hair facing the front door. Then heard the sound of someone coming up the steps from the basement. Stanley hid behind the open door as Leon crept up behind the unsuspecting boy in the living room. The second the basement door closed, Stanley rapidly wrapped his arm around Mike's neck.

"Robb..." Mike's statement was cut off as a strong arm trapped him in an inescapable headlock. The teen struggled and desperately tried pulling the arm away, afraid he would be choked.

"Calm down, blondie. Be a good boy, and you and your buddy in the other room might get out of this unharmed and alive. Believe me, it's more trouble for me if you get hurt or killed." Stanley whispered into Mike's ear.

"Mike, what?" Robbie started to ask just before someone wrapped their arms around his chest. He lost his grip on the bat, and it fell, clattering on the floor.

"Don't try to be a hero, boy," Leon said as he lowered the teen, setting him back on his feet.

As soon as he was standing, Robbie slammed his foot down on Leon's shoe, causing the man to yell out in pain and release his captive. The teen started reaching for the bat but stopped when he heard the familiar sound of a gun being cocked.

"Blondie's gonna bleed if you make one more move, kid."

Robbie slowly straightened up, placed his hands in the air, and turned to face the speaker. Tears fell down his cheeks as he saw Mike struggling to get free and to him. Both he and Mike were pushed against the wall, their arms and legs spread. The brunet kept the gun aimed at them as the blonde one frisked them. The frisker's fingers hit some major ticklish spots, and before he was finished, both teens were squirming and boyishly giggling.

Stanley chuckled. "Well, at least they're clean."

Leon nodded. "Yeah, these guys are too ticklish to hide anything."

Mike and Robbie blushed at not being able to control their reactions as they were led to the couch. The intruders pushed the buttons to raise the footrest. Mike and Robbie squirmed as the captor placed the teen's legs to it, then tied their wrists together.

"Look, I don't know what you guys are after, but we don't have anything." Mike's voice quivered with fear. He just hoped their Dads and or cops would get there soon.

"You two have our loot from the bank heist, Blondie."

"I swear, we don't have anything of yours." Robbie insisted.

"We'll see." Leon pulled his firearm and pointed it at Mike's head.

"Fuck! Hold up." Stanley quickly placed his arm across Leon's chest and arms.

"What?"

"Dude, I'm not down for hurting kids, bro."

Leon placed the safety on and holstered his weapon. "What the fuck do you suggest? Bribe them with milk and cookies? Maybe threaten to take away their video games?"

"Dude, we're fifteen, not eight. Milk and cookies wouldn't work." Mike paused. "Although, if you brought us some, it'd be a particularly nice gesture on your part."

"Mikey, this is sooo not the time, babe." Robbie rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Stanley and Leon actually chuckled at the teen's banter. Leon gasped and snapped his fingers. "I think I got a way to make these boys talk." He snickered and then removed Robbie's shoes and socks.

"Umm, mister, I wouldn't take his shoes and socks off if I were you. Mike's not changed his socks in a couple of days." Robbie warned.

"This kid's not got anything we haven't smelled be..." Stanley's statement abruptly ended when he caught a whiff of Mike's socks after removing the blonde's shoes. "Holy shit." He said before his hand covered his nose.

"What the hell, kid? I swear hostages have no respect anymore. What happened to the time when someone being held captive had the decency to wear clean socks and underwear." Leon paused after removing Mike's socks. "Umm, you are wearing clean underwear, aren't ya, boys?"

Mike and Robbie looked at one another and blushed. The next thing they felt was their captor's nails slowly and lightly dragging up and down their bare soles. The room filled with the teenager's wild cackles and squeals. They wriggled and squirmed on the couch as they tried to scrunch their toes.

"C'mon, kiddies make it easy on yourselves," Stanley said as he pulled Mike's toes back and strummed his nails across the taut balls of the teen's feet.

Finally, Mike hollered out. "Your money's in the closet behind the stairs."

Leon went to go check while Stanley stayed with the teens. Neither one realized the poor job they'd done tying the boys up. Mike and Robbie locked eyes, and as soon as the one guy was down the hallway, the boys made their move. Robbie swiftly kicked Stanley in the back, forcing the man to fall forward and drop his gun. Mike wasted no time straddling him and using their hidden cuffs from between the cushions to cuff the intruder's arms behind his back. Robbie grabbed the bat and waited out of sight. As soon as a frustrated Leon returned, he waited till the right moment and brought the bat down across the robber's neck. Mike smiled proudly as he correctly tied the former captor's wrists and ankles. The teens got the men beside each other on the floor.

"You guys totally suck at bondage," Mike said.

The teens sat at the trapped and squirming men's feet. They shared a quick and loving kiss as they removed the robber's shoes and socks.

"Umm, what are ya doing?" Leon asked with a bit of trepidation.

Stanley's bare feet wriggled, and his arches wrinkled. He'd always been very ticklish, especially on his feet. The next thing heard were the boisterous cackles and screeches of the robbers as Mike and Robbie tickled their feet and toes.

"Be careful, men. We don't want to spook these guys. They might be armed." The police chief ordered as he and his men stepped onto the porch.

"Chief, do you hear something like laughter?" One of the officers asked.

The policemen lowered their weapons and looked through the windows. A second later, all the police personnel was doubled over in laughter.

"What the hell are you all laughing at?" Theo asked as he and the other dads got up to the porch.

The chief was too overcome with laughter, so he pointed to the window. The four dads went from worried sick to hysterical laughter in seconds as they watched their teens tickle the robber's feet.

"Hey, chief, that might be a fun way to rehabilitate criminals." One officer said as they entered the house.

"Dads!" Mike and Robbie greeted in unison.

"Please, arrest us. Anything is better than being with these fiendish tickling teens." Leon pleaded.

"Fuck, I hope this doesn't get around," Stanley said as he and Leon stood up and were read their rights.

"Where's the money, guys?" The chief asked.

The two robbers pointed at Robbie and Mike. "Ask them." They said in unison.

Mike smiled and ran down to the basement. A minute later, he returned with the canvas object. The second it was in his hands, the chief pinched his nose. The other men in the room followed his example.

"Where the hell did you hide this, Mike?" The chief asked. His nasal tone caused Mike and Robbie to start giggling.

"Damn, Mike. Did ya have to hide the money in your dirty workout clothes basket?" Raymond asked as he began opening windows to air out the house. "For God's sake, get your socks off the floor and into the basement."

Mike and Robbie laughed like crazy as they were hugged, kissed, and tickled by their collective parents.