By Brent
I always noticed a certain area near where I work where many a young fellow wander through the evening looking for sometone who wants company. I haven’t had the opportunity to tickle or be tickled for such a long time…. I felt like I was overflowing. Therefore decided to venture a bit and try to find a young gent who I could tickle. Most of these guys are into the sex scene I’ve heard so I knew this would be quite a different experience.
It took me a while to finally roll up to someone (I had scoped the area for about a half hour), I spotted a short, goodlooking, very younglooking latino fellow leaning on a lightpost. As I approached and caught his eye, he came to the open car window on the passenger side. He asked how I was and I responded “Not bad but looking for some fun”. He smiled and was extremely cute. He laughed for a sec, and my heart raced. “Lets have some fun then.” he said. I then told him I had a bit of a different idea for fun and then all at once told him that I was more into playing and tickling then the sex stuff. He again smiled and reminded me that just playing cost no less then sex. I think I surprised him by telling him that I was prepared to pay even more to tickle him.
“Ever been tickled for an hour for $100?”
He opened the door and got in without even responding. I have a small single home close by and was extremely nervous the entire ride. Even shaky at times. Carlos introduced himself and seemed happy to have had me stop to pick him up. He apparently was at that same corner for over an hour without anyone even saying hello. We got to my house and as we shared a beer ventured to my small bedroom. I told him that I really would like to bind his ankles to the bed but would leave his arms loose so he wouldn’t be nervous about being bound completely. He didn’t even flinch.
“For $100 Im here for you…. to play. If you want to tie me up go ahead.” And then he laughed. (Remember that line)
He very routinely climbed into my bed… I spread his legs and bound his ankles. Then I did tie his arms to the outside at the top of the bed then down to the frame. I thanked him for coming with me as I lifted his shirt from his jeans to expose his chest and underarms. As I explained my tickling fetish, I poked and prodded his stomach, sides and then under his arms. It didn’t take but a second or two before I had him writhing and squirming trying to escape as he giggled and laughed.
I played for about 5 minutes enjoying his ticklish laughter. My jeans got tight real quick and I had to be careful. I knew I could come just from tickling and hearing his laughing. I then gave him a few minutes break as my hands very gently felt his body and made there way to his sneakers. As I started to unlace them, I could tell he was uneasy. I removed his sneaks, and proceded to peel away his socks. Then he spoke “Shit!” he said. “What was that?” I said. He then started to giggle like a little boy and then told me he was in some trouble. His feet were very ticklish and he didnt realize that eventually he’d be in this position and helpless.
His boyish giggling didnt take long to turn into an all out real-live ticklish laughter. It was wonderful!! I toyed with his toes first for a bit and had him giggling and laughing like a 8 year old. i then trailed my fingers along his ankle to his instep and then his arch. Somewhere along that route he yelped and then really started laughing. My finely manicured fingernails scraped along the very bottoms of his feet from his heel to the ball of his feet concentrating on the arch area. He was crazy!! His feet cringed, turned, flexed, and wiggled to get away but to no avail. His feet were very sensual. They were only about size 8 or so, very smooth fairly high arches and very very ticklish.
In the dim lighting, like I said before, It appeared to be those of a young boy. His laughing was the same. I was so hard by now and so appreciative at my good fortune in finding such a ticklish specimen, that I decided to no longer hold back. As I slowly drew along the bottom of his foot with my fingers….. I came in my pants.