The last thing you expected to find when housesitting for your uncle was pictures like these. On the third day of boredom you decided to rifle through his photographs to take a trip down memory lane. It was in this dusty cupboard, tucked discretely at the back, that you found a packet of pictures that certainly weren’t family photos.
Clearly taken sometime in the 90s, the pictures showed your uncle and your father - childhood best friends, your dad marrying his pal’s sister - tied up in their dated clothing getting tickled by some guy, laughing their fucking heads off.
Now this was an interesting turn of events. After a moment of deliberation you gave your uncle a bell.
‘Oh those!’ He chuckled. ‘I haven’t seen those in ages. I think it’s fair to say me and your pops were strapped for cash in the early nineties and we saw this advert in the classifieds one day. Guy offering big bucks for any ticklish young men. Desperation overcame our inhibitions and we took the plunge. Jesus could that guy tickle. Once the thick socks were off all hell broke loose. I almost pissed myself, and your pops! God he barely survived it. Was worth it though. We told him we were ‘brothers’ and boy that got him going. He paid us extra if we’d tickle each other, and we were happy to oblige. Made your dad wish he wasn’t born. Ha!’
Your jaw was dropped at this story, and by the time you’d gotten off the phone a shameful tent was growing in your jeans. Did your own tickling kink have anything to do with this event in your father’s formative years…or was your dad the one pushing for them to answer the ad for personal reasons of his own…
Whatever the answer, you snapped a picture of all the photographs and tucked them away neatly.
This accidental discovery confirmed one thing; ticklishness definitely ran in the family. Your dad’s sensitivity sounded very familiar.
Maybe you’d keep an eye on the classifieds from now on…
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