Teens In Love - 8. The First Time

"If I were a hidden drive, where would I be?" The blue jean-clad redhead asked himself as he blew a strand of hair from his eyes and searched through drawers and under the couch cushions. Keeping the penlight between his teeth, the young man searched the desk close to the window and had just finished going through the filing cabinet. He paused and pressed a button on his shoulder radio. "Eagle, I'm not seeing anything. I'll keep looking, but we might've gotten bad info."

The searcher's head jerked up as he quickly shut off his flashlight and placed it in his pocket. He quietly closed the drawer and flattened himself against the office wall, crouching between the cabinet and the couch. The young man regulated his breathing as his eyes darted left and right, watching the darkened room. The shadow-cloaked young man tried to keep calm as the door slowly opened, and a tall shadowy figure stood in the doorway. After switching the light on and looking around, the muscular figure turned the lights off and closed the door.

The redhead looked to the ceiling and blew a relieved puff of air. "Eagle, I'm gonna go to the next office." Flyboy tiptoed to the door and slowly opened it. Not seeing anyone, he quietly walked along the hall. He'd just passed one of the closed doors when a hand came from behind him, covering his mouth.

"I got ya now, Flyboy." The speaker wrapped his other arm around the struggling redhead's neck, pulling the shorter man's body into an iron-gripped bear hug.

The redhead grunted as he wriggled and tried breaking his attacker's hold on him. “Let me go, Darkenshadow."

"Now, what's the agency's finest in search of this time?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Flyboy reached back and wiggled his fingers along his captor's stomach. The redhead giggled when the other man's boyish giggles reached his ears, and he was let go. He started to run, but the only door available led to a closet.

"Nowhere to go."

Flyboy's eyes darted left and right as he realized Darken was right. He couldn't escape. The spy rushed his nemesis and tried to muscle his way past the taller man, but his attempt proved unsuccessful. He got overpowered, and the redhead was pinned face down on the floor. Despite struggling the hardest he could, Flyboy was very quickly restrained and helpless. The muscular blonde lifted his trophy off the floor, threw him over his shoulder, and carried the man to the room he came from.

Darken turned the light on and threw his captive on the queen-sized bed. Immediately, Flyboy started trying to loosen the ropes binding his ankles and wrists. The blonde abductor chuckled and watched in amusement as his prey tried his best and failed to escape the superior knot skills. His hand absentmindedly rubbed against his growing bulge that pressed against his black jeans.

The spy struggled and grunted as he writhed on the mattress, getting harder by the second. The redhead gasped and squealed when he felt his abductor's fingers kneading between his ribs. He tried to hold the laughter in, but his body was too ticklish and unable to make his attempt last. Within seconds, he was kicking and thrashing against his tickler. "You're gonna regret this."

"Seems like you're the one with regrets, Flyboy." Darken chuckled.

The blonde guy straddled his laughing captive's chest, kept the struggling man's arms in his control as he swiftly untied the victim's wrists, then cuffed them to the bedposts. An excited spark shined in the captor's eyes when the restrained guy's shirt rode up and exposed his belly button and firm stomach. The redhead closed his eyes and continued trying to get free. He sharply inhaled the second his skin felt a devious intentioned fingernail lightly scratching around the walls of his navel's cavernous crevice. The stomach muscles expanded and contracted as the trapped body did what it could to avoid the tickle spot's exploration. Boyish giggles and gasps worked their way out of the young man's soft lips and into the room's silent atmosphere.

Darken chuckled at the reaction he'd just received. From the moment the rival spy laid eyes on his counterpart, he knew there'd come a time when he'd have Flyboy trapped and in his control. The blonde licked his lips and relished the moment he shared with his fellow spy. He slowly inched down the bed and leaned over, staring into the man's eyes. "I'm gonna make you talk, FB. Then I'm gonna make you cum." Darken chuckled as he slowly licked the redhead's face from his neck to his eyelids.

Flyboy tried to protest, but all that came out were soft giggles and breathy moans as his body slightly humped against Darken's jean-clad ass. The redhead's sock-clad toes curled inside his black sneakers. He tried not to let his submissive desires override his extensive training, but inside, Fly knew it would be a losing battle. "I...I'm never talking." The trapped spy blushed when he heard the hesitance in his voice.

Darken rubbed his hands together as he straddled Flyboy's upper legs. He kept the powerful legs from resisting as they were untied and cuffed to the remaining bedposts. The blonde man smiled while slowly untying his prey's shoes. However, they weren't removed...yet. He wanted to draw the suspense and torturous wait out as long as possible. The spy could feel the encased feet slightly move and squirm in the shoes. He chuckled and looked back at the restrained man under him. "You know, I've never failed to break my captives." Darken's fingers very lightly stroked up and down the sides of Flyboy's ankles.

The shock of the feather-light touch threw the spy off his game. Before he could even think to try keeping in his giggles, they had escaped. "Shit, that tickles." Flyboy squealed as he desperately tried fighting against the ticklish feeling. He'd never felt anything like it before. The redhead's legs pulled against the unbreakable restraints as his high-pitched squeals kept getting louder. His jeans were getting tighter and almost felt painful as his cock pressed further against the fabric covering him. What made it worse was Darken's low gravelly chuckles. They sent shockwaves of shivers up and down his spine, making him even crazier and hornier than he already was.

Darken left the guy's ankles and turned to face his giggling abductee. "You're not gonna last very long, FB. Not if a few light strokes to your ankles get you so worked up." He paused and lay on top of the panting boy. "You could make this easy on yourself and just give me the information I'm looking for." As he said this, the spy's index fingertips barely touched Flyboy as they grazed his skin, going back and forth between the middle of his ribs. The minute he heard Fly's squealing and felt the young man's body writhe against his, Darken's cock started dripping and ached to be released from the jeans keeping it imprisoned. He began to wonder if he could resist his hormones much longer.

Flyboy's laughter reached a fevered pitch as his body thrashed against the cuffs and his eyes squeezed shut. The light teasing fingertips were driving him crazy. The spy knew he'd have failed interrogation training if they used this tactic against him. "Please, this is sooo wrong." Flyboy managed to scream.

Darken paused his assault long enough to grab a pair of scissors. He licked his lips and giggled when Flyboy's eyes widened.

"Darken, you're not serious…"

The tool-wielding man interrupted his captive's question by cutting enough of the shirt to uncover the nervous spy's upper body. After putting the scissors in a drawer, the blonde smirked and uncuffed Flyboy's legs one at a time, just long enough to remove his jeans and underwear. He restrained the captive again and removed his clothing.

The redhead closed his eyes in shame as he closed his eyes. Here he was, the agency's best spy, tied to a bed in just his socks, horny and rock hard, and unable to stop his enemy's tickling interrogation technique. Flyboy was yanked from his thoughts when his brain registered a ticklish sensation coming from the center of his sock-clad arches. He instantly yelped, and his feet twisted and tried avoiding the tickle attack. Working quickly, the spy attempted to block the disruptive tickles that Darken's index fingers created by slowly moving up and down the curved sensitive spot on his soles in opposite directions. Darken chuckled at the sight of this seasoned pro trying not to overreact to his weakness and give in without some fight. The blonde man knew what he was doing. He'd made a career out of gathering information this way. Flyboy's toes twitched as his cock jumped and caused the creamy substance inside to drip onto his skin. He was close to reaching his breaking point.

The torturous devil removed the only protection the captured spy's feet had. He licked his lips and switched to a new action. His plump, soft lips wrapped around his captive's big toe. The redhead's body arched, and lustful moans flew from his open mouth as Darken's tongue worked its way around the perfectly shaped toe. Meanwhile, the blonde's fingers lightly stroked up and down the top and sides of the squirming foot.

Laughter mixed with pleasured moans filled the room as Flyboy's hot, writhing body drowned in ecstasy, and his fingers dug into and clawed at the sheet-covered mattress. He was craving and aching for relief. Unable to take anymore, he screamed out. "I'LL TALK." Before he could blink, the redhead was released from his bondage.

Working quickly, Mike tore open a condom package and grabbed the lube. He placed the rubber on his throbbing, reddened cock, and applied a generous amount of lube to the fevered man writhing on the bed. The blonde paused and leaned in close to his mate. "Are you sure about this step, babe?" He whispered.

Unable to speak, Robbie nodded as he moaned and pressed his sweaty ass against the muscular man's throbbing cock. Once he was sure, Mike's manhood slowly and lovingly began its first entry into the boy of his dreams. Their eyes glazed over in euphoria as their bodies finally shared the most intimate physical aspect of their relationship. Love and the burning desire for this moment flooded the teen's entire beings as visions of the perfect union filled their minds. Beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads as their lips kissed, and teeth gently nibbled various exposed spots. Being that this was their first time making love, it didn't take long for their unified climax to happen. Once it did, and Mike was no longer inserted in his soulmate's body, the boys panted and lay side by side recovering.

"Row…"

"That was…”

"Indescribably…"

"Freakagicstic!"

Mike's boisterous laughter echoed off the walls as he rolled around and slapped the mattress. "That was an awesome one, my sweet lover."

"I loved the scene we just created, Mikey." Robbie smiled and squealed as his mate's fingers grazed his sensitive arms and back.

"You were sooo freakin' sexy, baby boy." Mikey giggled and kissed Robbie's forehead. "I almost ruined it by cumming in my jeans."

Robbie cuddled into his muscular blonde lover. He chuckled when his light tickles under Mike's chin made him squeak and giggle. "I was in the same situation. You were amazing as Darkenshadow."

"Flyboy's totally gonna be used again."

The teens shared another lovingly passionate kiss as they closed their eyes and fell asleep in each other's arms. Mike and Robbie were exhausted from giving their virginity to one another.

An hour and a half later, the pair started waking up. Mike and Robbie gazed into each other's eyes and smiled. Physically, they didn't feel any different than before. However, emotionally and spiritually was a different story. The guys felt a deeper connection with each other. They held hands and leaned in for a soft, loving kiss. Mike and Robbie gazed deeply into one another's eyes.

"You're wondering if I feel any regret or hesitation because of what we just shared and our future together." Robbie lovingly smoothed Mike's hair and softly whispered in his mate's ear.

The blonde sighed and nodded as his lover's strong heartbeat comforted and hypnotized him. "I can feel you in my deepest inner soul, Robbie." Mike paused and wiped his eyes. "It's so hard to explain coherently."

"I know how you're feeling because I feel the same way, Mikey." The redhead loved having his strong man wrapped in his arms. "You're an unerasable part of me, Mike Stetson. I have always carried you in my heart and soul. Now I can physically feel you in my body. The circle has been connected and can't be unbroken."

Mike sat up and stared into Robbie's eyes. Tears trailed down his cheeks. "That's the deepest and the most meaningful thing you've ever said to me."

The muscular teen wrapped his boy in an unbreakable bear hug and cried on the almost hairless chest. Robbie gasped at the emotions flowing between him and Mike. They were powerful, breathtaking, and filled with love. The redhead's tears splashed on Mike's hair as he returned the emotional embrace. Time stood still as the teens held one another and shed tears of love and joy. Finally, they broke apart and cracked up laughing because their stomachs growled in unison.

"So, what's Chef Row fixing tonight?"

Mike giggled as he wrapped his arms around Robbie's waist and tickled his boy's sides. The kitchen filled with the redhead's squeals and laughter as Robbie slid down to the floor with Mike tickling him the whole way. After a second, the blonde teen ceased tickling, and he cuddled the giggly boy.

"I'm making a Chef Robbie signature dish." Robbie paused and kissed Mike's nose. "Steak and garlic mashed potatoes with asparagus."

Mike's eyes widened, and he pouted. "Eeeewwwww! You know I hate asparagus. I'm not eating it."

Robbie growled and pinned Mike down so he couldn't move. "Michael Stetson. You're gonna eat what I fix." He started tickling his lover's sides and in his pit hollows. "Or else."

Mike shrieked and cackled as his fists and legs pounded the cabin's floor. "Or else what?" He asked through the boisterous tickle-induced laughter.

Robbie stopped tickling. "You can't touch my feet for the rest of the night." The redhead smirked triumphantly.

Mike gasped and tried to look tough. "You'd give in before me, Red."

Robbie's eyes narrowed. "Try me, blondie. I can sooo out last you on this one. If you don't eat your veggies, I'll make sure my feet and toes are so enticing that you'll be drooling." The redhead gave his mate a disinterested look and buffed his nails.

The muscular teen closed his eyes and shook his head. "Fine! You win. I'll eat my veggies."

Robbie giggled and kissed his mate. "I love you, Mikey. I'll make sure you'll love the asparagus. Also, if you can look me in the eyes and say you truly didn't like them. I'll give you full tickle rights to me for the night, no retaliation tickles. Just loving playful tickles."

Mike grinned and bear-hugged the other teen. "Deal, baby boy. Damn, you do drive a hard and scary bargain."

The two giggled and helped each other off the floor. An hour later, the teens were on the balcony, sipping their beer and eating. Mike looked into Robbie's eyes as he took a bite of the vegetable.

"Well?" Robbie asked as he sipped his beer and locked eyes with his mate.

"How'd you make this taste sooo good?"

"Chef's secret." Robbie giggled.

"There are ways to make a ticklish chef reveal his secrets." Mike grinned and pulled his lover's foot into his lap. His fingers lightly tickled the soft squirming sole as Robbie's boyish giggling and squeals filled the evening air.