It was a Saturday night and there was two best friends hanging out together. Isaiah and Sage. Isaiah was an average build black guy with a blue-hair dyed mohawk. He was big on anime so most of his clothes and apparel represented that. Sage is a femboy. A really cute one. He liked to wear girlie clothes cuz it was comfortable. For today, he was wearing a pink shirt, a black skirt, fishnets and boots. He's a boy but surprisingly (at least to Isaiah), has feminine birth-making hips and he had a booty going on. It wasn't big or small, just the right amount of plump that makes anyone want to stare and check it out. He was also smooth. He was completely shaven in all the right places.

He's so attractive with a feminine-build, even straight guys start to wonder about their sexuality seeing him. Isaiah was no different. When he first met Sage back in high school, he thought he was a girl. And he found himself checking him out constantly. It was hard not to. Sage would wear booty shorts in the warm weather and yoga pants in the cooler weather. At some point, he caved in and touched Sage's ass. First time, it was by pure accident. It surprised Sage but he wasn't disturbed by it. There would be another pure accident incident where Isaiah touched Sage's ass and again, the latter wasn't bothered. Finally, Isaiah caved in and grabbed his ass on his own accord, making the cute femboy blush which was quite surprising.

What was more surprising was the fact that Isaiah was interested in him. He had a thing for girls. He only liked girls. And yet... He was for some reason aroused by Sage? It was puzzling. And more puzzling that Sage didn't mind him touching him that way. Throughout high school, he would give him playful ass smacks or ass grabs but Sage would only blush and giggle or playfully shove him. But Sage was never bothered by any of those moves. Could it be...? No, there was no way. But it was a small thought on Isaiah's mind. Now the two were out of high school and at the sage where they could legally drink. They weren't going to today but they were gonna have fun regardless.

And that was with...

"...Mario Kart 8! You suck, Sage LOL!"

"Dammit..."

Isaiah and Sage were spending their night playing Mario Kart. They just finished 2 cups. The rule for the night was to win 4 cups and loser had to be punished.

"I still have two cups left! I'm sure to win one of them!"

"Haw, keep dreamin little broski!"

Sage was frustrated. He didn't like to lose, especially not in Mario Kart. But Isaiah was just too good at Mario Kart 8. He knew all the stages and shortcuts. It was hard for Sage to make a comeback.

"BOOM! In YOUR face again! HaHA!"

"Uggggh!"

That was the third cup. Now it was the final one. Obviously, Isaiah had this in the bag but Sage wasn't ready to accept complete defeat yet. So they began racing again. Isaiah and Sage were neck and neck at first, Isaiah passed Sage and the latter right back but eventually Isaiah pulled ahead.

"Lap twooooo! Let's fucking gooooo!"

Sage growled as he looked towards his best friend. Isaiah was completely absorbed in the race and was having fun. Sage pouted but then got a devious idea.

"Alright, it's the final lap, HANG IN THERE!"

"..."

It seemed like Isaiah was set for victory but...

"...SCUSE ME sir!"

"Wha?"

Before Isaiah could process anything, Sage had gotten up and took a seat directly in his lap.

"W-What the?! Sage!"

"Hmm, I think you're better as a chair. You're gonna be my throne."

"You little fuck... What the heck does..."

"I WIN!"

"Whaaaaaaat???"

Isaiah was so distracted by Sage taking a seat in his lap that he forgot about the race and his femboy friend took the lead then won.

"So much for being the "King of Go Karting". Thus, your undefeated streak has been broken. I'm the Brock Lesnar to your Undertaker. Bleh!"

Isaiah frowned as Sage had finished that remark by sticking his tongue out at him.

"You petty little... You cheated, dammit!"

"So?"

"That's not a fair win!"

"You never said we COULDN'T cheat."

Silence. Isaiah was in a mix of emotions. Frustration, slight anger and somehow devilish. It's one thing to mock him. But cheat and steal a win in his favorite racing game of all time, that was where the line was drawn.

"Yes... You're absolutely right. I never said that did I, huh?"

"Teehee! Nope!"

"Then... It's fine for me to cheat, right?"

"Huh? What do you..."

Before Sage could finish, Isaiah grabbed his sides and began tickling his friend.

"I mean this! How's that, you fucking cheater!?"

"Ahahahahaha! N-Noooooo!!"

Isaiah had a devious grin as he continued tickling his best friend's sides.

"Hahahahaha! S-Stop it, stop it! No! H-Have mercy!"

"Fuck hell I will! This is your punishment for cheating! Screw the race!"

Sage just continued laughing away as Isaiah tickled him. Isaiah, in fact, has a tickling kink. He likes tickling people. Never did he imagine he would to his cute friend. Even though he was upset about the lost, tickling his friend made the frustrations go away instantly. Maybe it was because Sage had such an adorable laughter. It warmed his heart.

"Heheheh! Take that! And that!"

"Wahahahahahaha! N-No, more please!"

"Are you sorry for cheating?" Isaiah asked as kept tickling.

"Hahaha! Y-Yes!"

"Are you REEEEEALLY sorry?"

"V-Very sorry! I promise I won't do it again! I promise!!"

Isaiah smiled and stopped tickling Sage who slowed his laughter down to a halt then began gasping for air.

"Huff... Huff... Oh my gosh... You're a bully, Isaiah... Phew!"

"You deserved it, you know."

Sage giggled and said, "I guess so. I'm sorry, truly."

For some reason, out of reflex or instinct, Isaiah wrapped his arms around Sage who was a little surprised but didn't shake him off.

"Isaiah?"

Sage's friend had him wrapped in a nice hug. They actually hugged in the past when Sage was bulled by some random guy on Twitter and was going through some depression. He actually liked being held by Isaiah. He felt safe and warm. It was nice. And this right now, was no different.

"Sorry for tickling you like that. I shouldn't be upset cuz you won. So, let me cuddle you as a reward."

"Isaiah..." Sage said quietly but smiled and gently placed his hand on top of Isaiah's.

No "bros" would hug like this, is what Isaiah would've been thinking. But he strangely felt content holding Sage like this. Probably because Sage was soft and a bit squishy. He was like a cuddly stuffed animal. It felt nice. They both were in silence. Content. Isaiah happy holding him and Sage happy to be held by him. They stayed like this for another minute or two before Sage decided to speak up.

"Y-You know... I, umm... Didn't mind being tickled by you."

Isaiah chuckled. "Oh yeah?"

Sage shyly nodded as he corner eyed his friend. Isaiah smiled.

"Then..." Isaiah began to say while simultaneously lifting his friend's shirt up. Sage's eyes slowly began to widen while he bit his bottom lip.

"...Perhaps... This will be okay, hmm?" isaiah asked and he lightly tickled Sage's tummy.

The latter squeaked while tucking his tummy in a bit. The former smiled and gave it another light tickle.

"Teehee... That tickles..."

"Yeah? Are you ticklish, Sage?" Isaiah asked as he started fully tickling his tummy.

"Eeek! N-No... I'm not, hahaha, ticklish... Heeheehee!"

"Liar. I think you are. Cuz why else would you be squirming?"

Isaiah continued tickling Sage's stomach while he giggled and wiggled like a worm. The former smiled and kept tickling him.

"I'm... Hahahaha! I-I'm not ticklish!"

"I won't stop till you admit it then."

Isaiah kept tickling Sage's tummy while the latter giggled and squirmed. He was rocking all around on Isaiah's lap which made him laugh too.

"You're like a little worm, Sage. Are you suuuure you not ticklish?"

"I'm... Hahahahahaha! I-I'm not! I'm noooooot~! Eeeheeheehee!"

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Isaiah said as kept tickling.

"Ohhhh! Stop, teeehee!"

The two were having fun. This did seem kind of nice. But then, reality started sinking in. Isaiah realized two things. He was wearing sweatpants tonight, firstly. Secondly, Sage was on his lap and the squirming was rubbing all up against him. Sage was practically grinding his lap as he was laughing and being tickled. That started to make Isaiah hard and he was started to panic a bit. He thought, "whoa, whoa, whoa! Sage is a dude, man! Don't be turned on by this!" But it was too late. He already got a boner and his friend happened to feel it. This made Isaiah stop tickling him fast.

"Uh... M-Maybe you should get up now, Sage. Eheheh... Ahem!"

"...I don't want to..."

"What?"

"I said... I don't want to."

"What do you mean, you don't want to?"

Sage didn't say anything further. He simply reached for Isaiah's hands and forced them back to his tummy.

"I'm not getting up. And you can't stop after coming this far."

Isaiah was thrown for a loop. What was this situation? What was Sage even going for? Why was he acting like he was giving him a greenlight to something dirty? And why was he himself even thinking that at all? Isaiah was so confused but his body seemed to know the situation better than him. Did... Did Isaiah want to "bone" his best friend? His boy, male, best friend? No, that was ridiculous. Sure, he was feminine looking. And he was cute. Heck, damn near cuter than most girls out there. But there was no way he wanted to fuck him. He was straight... wasn't he? As he contemplated the situation, his hands seemed to wander on their own, move by themselves. Isaiah found his index finger teasing and playing with Sage's bellybutton.

His friend tucked his tummy in but didn't resist. In truth, he had hoped for more. And that's exactly what happened. Isaiah continue tickling his bellybutton, moving his finger in circles within that cute belly hole.

"Eeee that tickles... Oh that tickles... Please, please don't stop Isaiah..."

Isaiah did as Sage wished. He continue tickling his bellybutton while the latter began to squirm on his lap. And he (purposely) squirmed against Isaiah's crotch, making his boner grow.

Sage kept giggling and begging. "Oh don't stop, daddy. Please don't stop. Keep... Hahaha... K-Keep tickling my bellybutton pwease, daddy?"

Isaiah was at a point of no return now. Especially after being called "daddy". Whatever was gonna transpire from here, it was just gonna happen.

"You're such a naughty boy, Sage. I knew all long you were ticklish. You silly little boy... Look at you, enjoying being tickled like a little tickle slut."

"Ooh, hahahaa, teeheehee! Y-Yes, daddy. I'm... Hahaha! I-I'm a tickle slut. I'm YOUR tickle slut, papi. Please, please keep tickling my bellybutton!"

Isaiah smirked and tickled Sage's bellybutton even more than before. His cute giggles became laughter yet he was still squirming and wiggling on his friend's lap. Isaiah was getting more stiff by the second and even Sage's cock was growing. Isaiah was now doing everything to his friend's bellybutton. Wiggling his finger in it, making circles and even poking it.

"Boop, boop, boop!"

"Eeeeek! That tickles so much daddy! Stop it! Eeeheeheehee!"

"But I thought little one said he didn't want me to stop?"

Sage covered his mouth, realizing that but that only made Isaiah smirk and vigorously tickling his bellybutton. The former screamed in his hand and hunched over.

"Come onnnn... No covering that mouth up. Let daddy hear your adorable laughter."

Isaiah tickled him more and Sage caved in and uncovered his mouth, bursting into laughter.

"Ahahahahahahaaaaaa! D-Dadddyyyy!"

"You like that, don't you? Like being tickled?"

"Mmhm! I love it daddy! It... I-It turns me on!"

"Oho? It turns you on, huh?"

"Y-Yes... My... My wormy grows a lot as you tickle me... I'm... I-I'm hard as a rock right now."

Isaiah, not even caring if this was gay or not anymore, opened his friend's legs who became surprised and leaned back.

Looking over his shoulder, Isaiah was impressed. "Wow, you really are hard right now. What a dirty little tickle boy you are. Getting turned on by something as silly as this."

Sage flushed. It was so embarrassing yet arousing how his friend was talking to him right now.

"I'm... I-I'm sorry daddy. It just... I-It just felt so good."

"Such a filthy little boy... Turned on by tickling. You should be ashamed."

Upon finishing that sentence, Isaiah touched his friend's bulge and Sage was surprised. He didn't think his straight best friend would do something like that.

"Oh wow... You really are stiff down here. Look at how excited you are." Isaiah remarked while rubbing his friend's bulge.

"W-Wait, Isaiah!"

"That's not my name."

"Huh?"

"Call me "daddy". I'm your daddy, right?" Isaiah asked as he kept rubbing Sage's bulge.

He moaned softly. "Y-Yes... You're my daddy, daddy. B-But daddy, I..."

Isaiah hushed him. "Shh... No speaking. This is what you wanted, right? For daddy to make you feel good, hmm?"

Now SAGE was the one at a loss. Here he was, sitting on his straight best friend's lap, legs opened and his friend just rubbing his surprise package. It definitely felt good, no doubt. But it was still so surprising that all of this was happening. What was going to happen next? If Isaiah was fine with doing this, would he possibly be okay with doing...?