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Jake nervously checked his purple mohawk in the rearview mirror of his car for the third time in the last two minutes in the parking lot of Alisondro's. Taking a deep, calming breath he got out and locked the door before walking into the popular Italian restaurant.

He had never been inside the place before, and upon entering he became even more uncomfortable. He suddenly felt under-dressed in his black The Cramps t-shirt, blue/green plaid longsleeve, old black Convos, and ratty jeans as he looked out on a sea of furs in suits and nice dresses. He saw the maitre d' glance contemptuously at the tattoos peaking out from under his rolled up sleeves.

"May I help you, sir?" The tall lizard asked, looking down his nose at the wolf.

"Yeah, I think someone's waiting for me here. A Don Ursa?"

"Ah yes, right this way. Follow," He said, leading Jake off to a secluded corner. Sitting at the only table on this side of the restaurant was the hottest bear, wearing a blue pinstripe suit that complimented his chestnut-colored fur perfectly, he's ever seen. He was even more attractive in person, the wolf didn't think that was possible.

"Your guest has arrived, Mr. Ursa."

"Thank you, Francis," the bear said, standing up to his full height.

"I'm so pleased to finally meet you Jake," he said, opening his arms for a hug.

"Me too, " Jake said, embracing the bear while also trying to hide his half-chub.

"Care for some wine," asked Don, sitting down and holding up a bottle of...something. Don wasn't much of a wine guy, unless it's box wine of course. "Yeah, please."

Don poured a sizable portion, "First meetings, always awkward huh?"

"Absolutely." He took a long draught and said, "so Don, what do you do?"

"I own a small company that creates and sells apps."

"Very impressive."

The bear shrugged his broad shoulders, "It pays the bills. How about you, what do you do?"

"Well, I work at T-Bone Records by day and I'm an indie filmmaker by night."

"Really? That's so cool! Done anything I might've seen?"

Jake laughed, "Yeah, I highly doubt it. Unless you're familiar with Hillbilly Shebeast."

Don chuckled, "Can't say that I am, but I'll look it up. I've noticed you have something of an accent, where are you from originally?"

"I'm from New Orleans, moved up here for college and decided to stay."

"That's very cool, I've always wanted to visit."

"Yeah, I loved it down there, but honestly I'm not really a fan of the heat. So I'm guessing you're a local boy, right?"

"You hit the nail on the head." ************************************************************** They spent the next two hours eating Italian, drinking a whole lot of wine, and learning about one another before finally getting to the meat of the conversation: tickling.

"So you said in your profile you're a total 'lee, right?"

"Well, every now and then I do like to be the one doing the tickling, but 99.9% of the time I like being tickled more. Plus I just really like being tied up in general, I find it relaxing. And I really like feet in case you were wondering."

"Well I think we're a perfect match, every once and a while I like being tickled but I'm almost completely a 'ler. I have such respect for total 'lees. On the rare occasion someone has tried to tickle me I could only take it for a few minutes at a time before shouting out the safe word."

"Come on, big strong guy like you.?"

Don nodded, "Yep."

Jake took another drink from their third bottle of wine, "That is so cute. So Don, I feel like this is a good time to ask the classic tickling question; when did you first begin to associate tickling with anything sexual?"

Don responded by telling him the story of his fateful sleepover with Brandon, then asked the same question back.

"Well, way back when I was 12 I would have to ride the bus with my cousin to his house after school and I would stay there until my parents got off work. My cousin was 15 at the time if I remember correctly, and he looked and sounded exactly like the Sheriff of Nottingham from the Disney version of Robin Hood. His parents worked too so we'd be by ourselves for a couple hours. From the first day of this arrangement he'd take every opportunity to hold me down and tickle me, which was easy for him since he was so much bigger than me.

One time he was sitting in the recliner and he asked me to hand him a book. When I did he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his lap. He held my arms up with one hand and reached under my shirt to tickle my ribs and belly with the other. This time was different though, because usually he would tickle for a couple minutes and let me go, but this time he kept going. He tickled me so long I actually started getting tuckered out, and when I stopped struggling quite so much he wrestled me onto the ground face down with my knees backed against the chair. He sat back down and put his big fat feet on my back to hold me down and he held my ankles between his thighs. He started pulling my socks off, but he did it real slowly, and he starting verbally teasing me as he was doing it. "

Don had absentmindedly started playing with himself under the table, fascinated by this story, "Teasing how," he asked.

"Just your normal tickle talk. Stuff like 'I'm gonna tickle your toes for hours' and 'Your feet are my tickle toys.' The usual, and he wasn't far off. Once he had my socks off, he did tickle my feet and toes for about an hour. I was so wrapped up in what he was doing I didn't even notice that I jizzed at some point during it."

"That's hot," Don said.

"Thanks, glad you think so. That wasn't the end of things either. A couple days after that he managed to get me to the ground and tie my arms up to the leg of the couch, then proceeded to tickle me everywhere, from neck to feet, for about two hours. By the time he was done I was hard and so was he, so he jerked us both off. After that we began playing like that somewhat regularly."

"Really?"

"Yep. Maybe I'll tell you some more stories sometime, if you're good," Jake replied coyly.

They were just about to continue their conversation when they heard an impatient fake cough. They looked over to see Francis standing next to their table. "Sirs, I'm very sorry to inform you the restaurant is closing." ****************************************************************** Don and Jake stood in the parking lot of Alisondro's, both not quite sure how to end things.

"Well I had a great time, Don," Jake said to the huge bear, "I'd love to do it again."

"Me too."

They hugged, this one lasting much longer than their first and neither really wanting to break it.

"So what are you doing tomorrow," Don asked.

"I have to work, but I'll be getting off around 5."

"You want to see a movie?"

"I'd love to."

"Great, I'll give you a call and come pick you up when you're ready," Don said, then gave Jake a quick peck on the cheek before heading to his car.