By Chad Warnes
Greg stepped into the club, walked up to the bar and ordered a rum and Coke. He glanced around at his surrounding, surveying a couple of shirtless, smooth chested young men shaking their butts on the dance floor under the flashing lights in time with the pulsating rhythm of techno-rave music. Greg was new to this club, new to the city and new to all things gay, but was intrigued by what he was seeing around him. Greg just turned 21 and came to the big city fresh out of college for a job as a law clerk. He was a very nice looking, preppy 21 year old-clean cut, all-American, slim and toned in build, with shortly cropped light-brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a winning smile.
Greg had more than a couple of guys admiring him as he leaned against the bar sipping his drink, shyly glancing around him. After having a couple of drinks, Greg walked over to the dance floor and began shaking his hips and shoulders to the music a little. He had not danced much in his life, and it showed in his still rather stiff movements but he decided to give it a shot. As Greg attempted club dancing, a handsome blond-haired guy with bangs in his eyebrows in a red tanktop and tight black jeans stepped up and started to dance in front of him. Greg smiled at him and he smiled back.
“What’s your name?” the blond-haired guy asked Greg.
“I’m Greg, and yourself?”
“Matt here.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
Matt was trying to get Greg to loosen up and get into the groove but Greg just wasn’t feeling into it, so he slowly backed away from the dance floor to a nearby table. Matt followed. As Greg took a seat on one of the high chairs at the table, Matt pointed down at the chair across from him and asked:
“Mind if I sit here?”
“No, go ahead.”
Matt plopped down across from Greg, looked at him, flashed him a big smile. Greg was definitely attracted to Matt. He especially loved that smile of his. His toned physique under his tanktop and boyish face with perfectly shaped jaw- and cheekbones also helped a lot.
“Haven’t seen you around here before…” said Matt.
“No, it’s my first time.”
“Really? What do you think?”
“It’s pretty cool…”
The two looked at each other, shared a smile. Matt reached over and put his hand on Greg’s knee. This made Greg feel a faint, warm fluttery feeling. This is the first time, to Greg’s knowledge, he was ever actually touched by another gay man, especially such a cute one. Matt’s hand began gently massaging Greg’s leg, just above his knee. As Matt’s hand squeezed a certain spot just above Greg’s kneecap, Greg began biting his lip a little. His toes were scrunching then relaxing in his Bass Weejun’s with every squeeze.
Matt’s squeezes of his knee felt a bit ticklish to Greg, but he was keeping his composure so far. Greg was enjoying Matt’s attention so much that the mild tickling it was causing was well worth it. As it continued, however, the ticklishness of Matt’s repeated knee caresses were beginning to get to Greg and he was starting to have some difficulty keeping his poker face under them. Matt didn’t seem to notice. Mercifully, after a few minutes Matt took his hand off Greg’s knee and he exhaled a relieved breath.
Greg had forgotten his knees were even ticklish. It was a few years since anyone had tickled him there, or anywhere else for that matter. He was certainly ticklish as hell growing up, though. His father would sometimes pin little Greg down on the rug and tickle his ribs and blow raspberries on his tummy until he was screaming “Uncle!” Then there was Lisa, his babysitter, who seemed to delight in wrapping her arm tight around his ankles, pulling off his socks and raking her long fingernails over his ticklish, bare soles while he shrieked and tried to kick his legs free from her grip. That was years ago, but one thing seemed clear; Greg was still quite ticklish.
Matt asked Greg to join him on the dance floor again. Though Greg wasn’t in much of a dancing mood, he agreed just to remain in Matt’s company some more. Matt began instructing Greg on how to move to the music, placing his hands on Greg’s hips and moving them back and forth to the beat. As they danced, they looked into each other’s eyes and eventually Matt leaned in and gave Greg a little kiss on his lips. Greg’s spine tingled and he kissed Matt back, just a quick peck on his lips.
Eventually, the two began to kiss deeper and longer. Greg’s mouth opened and Matt’s tongue circled his. As the two young men made out with each other, Matt moved his hands from Greg’s hips up the sides of his waist. His fingers glided over Greg’s sides and gently squeezed his ribcage on both sides. Greg let out a reflexive yelp and jerked away from Matt. Greg blushed and stepped back towards Matt, who had a somewhat puzzled look on his face at this point.
“Sorry, guess you hit a ticklish spot there…” Greg confessed.
“Ahh…” Matt replied as his eyes lit up.
Matt then grinned wickedly and reached out and squeezed Greg’s ribs again.
“Ahh! Hey!” Greg yelled with a jump.
“You’re really ticklish, huh?” said Matt.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” said Greg, sheepishly.
Matt moved close and whispered into Greg’s ear.
“I love ticklish guys…”
“Oh? Well, you found one here, hehe…”
“Nice to know!”
Matt winked at Greg and traced a circle over his tummy with his finger. It tickled a little but not enough to elicit a visible physical reaction. Then Matt made a most unexpected proposition.
“So, cutie, how about you come over to my place and we can see just how ticklish you are?”
A tingle went up Greg’s spine at the words. He couldn’t believe his ears. Greg was definitely very interested in going to Matt’s apartment with him but something about that second part, “see just how ticklish you are…” Was Matt really going to tickle him? Where would Matt tickle him? How much would Matt do it? How would Greg respond to it? Greg remembered how he used to just lose all control, squealing like a schoolgirl and thrashing around like a maniac, when he’d get tickled as a child. Tickling would always have the funniest effects on young Greg. How embarrassing it would it be if Greg reacted like that in front of this hot guy. Yet Greg was still very intrigued at the idea…
Matt sensed the momentary hesitation on Greg’s part and wondered if he’d just blown things by freaking the poor kid out. He could see that Greg was clearly still very wet behind the ears; this was a pretty intense thing to spring on him so soon. He regretted ever suggesting it. Matt figured he’d better try to restore his chances with Greg by adding a quick “just kidding” to his hasty proposition, but before he could get the words out, Greg answered him with “OK!”
“You want to come over then?” Matt verified.
“Yeah, I do.”
The two young men left the club together with their arms around each other’s backs in nervous and excited anticipation of the arrival at Matt’s place. Matt lived just a 10-minute walk from the “gay neighborhood” where all the clubs were and before Greg knew it, they were there. As they entered the building, Greg’s stomach fluttered and his head was swimming. He was both eager and scared about what he was about to do.
Matt opened the door to his apartment and ushered Greg inside. Upon entering Matt grabbed Greg’s waist and drew him close for a kiss. Then he unbuttoned Greg’s light-blue dress shirt exposing his hairless bare torso and let his hands run over his chest, gently pinching his nipples. Greg’s hands also explored the contours of Matt’s well-toned torso. Matt began kissing Greg’s neck as he pulled his shirt off. Greg moaned as he also pulled Matt’s tanktop up over his head and the two men’s shirts fell to the floor.
Matt admired Greg’s shirtless torso and craved running his tickling fingertips over every inch of it. He first began lightly tickling Greg’s abdomen right along the waistline. This made Greg giggle and withdraw a step from Matt’s wiggling fingers. Matt kept after him, his fingertips dancing up and down the front of his smooth, sensitive torso. Then Matt reached out and grabbed Greg’s sides and tickled his ribs with gusto. Greg immediately went berzerk, laughing uncontrollably as he tried to back away from the overwhelming ticklishness of Matt’s fingers on his ribcage. Matt gave chase and never let his ticklish new friend go.
Eventually, Greg fell back on the couch and Matt jumped on top of him. Greg was now completely helpless lying flat on his back with Matt sitting on top of his legs. Matt’s wildly wiggling fingertips probed and raked over every inch of Greg’s bare torso, tickling his abdomen, hips, ribs and armpits-making him shriek and howl with hysterical laughter. It was the tickling of Greg’s armpits that really made him scream! Though he tried his best to pin his arms to his sides to protect his armpit areas from tickling fingers, Greg could not block Matt from squeezing his fingers in under his armpits and tickling them.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheehee!” Greg squealed as his armpits were tickled.
Greg was in the throes of ticklish agony (or was it ecstasy) as Matt relentlessly tickled him all over his chest, abdomen, sides, armpits, hips and neck. The ticklish sensations completely overwhelming Greg’s entire upper body were unbearable for him, but incredibly exhilarating. All this ticklish laughter gave Greg a big endorphin rush.
“Ahhhahaha! Stoooop! Hahahaha! Stoooop!” Greg implored.
Matt looked down and grinned broadly at the cute, helplessly ticklish hottie squirming and howling with laughter under his wildly flailing fingertips. For several minutes Matt attacked Greg’s ticklish bare torso. Matt’s fingers methodically probed and prodded every square inch of skin for the most ticklish spots and most effective tickling methods. He eventually slowed his tickling of Greg’s torso long enough to lean down and kiss him deeply. Greg’s lips were still quivering with giggles as the two young men kissed. After a long kiss, Matt rubbed Greg’s warm, sweat-covered chest with his palms.
“Wow! That was intense!” said Greg, panting.
“It’s not over yet.” Matt replied.
With that, Matt moved to the end of the couch and took hold of Greg’s ankle and pulled one of his dress loafers off, revealing a slender, shapely size 11 pattern socked foot. Then he pulled off the other shoe, too.
“Oh, no… Not my feet, please, not that…”
Greg dreaded the idea of his hypersensitive feet being subjected to the kind of ticklish ordeal his upper body just underwent. He could only imagine how overwhelming and maddeningly ticklish the sensations of Matt’s wiggling fingertips would be on the soles of his feet. He recalled the torment his babysitter would put him through tickling his soles as a child. It tickled so bad, he’d think he was going to go out of his mind! This was going to be torture! However, Greg was too exhausted to struggle away from Matt’s grip by now; he was at Matt’s mercy. Greg braced himself for ticklish hell.
Matt admired and caressed the contours of Greg’s warm, slightly moist socked feet with his hands, grazing the outer edge of each foot with one finger on each hand. The sensation was mildly ticklish to Greg, but mostly very exhilarating and somewhat erotic. Matt pressed his thumbs deeply into the arch of Greg’s left foot and moved them in circles, massaging his socked foot from the arch to the ball. Greg moaned softly with pleasure as Matt massaged his left foot, then his right. Greg hadn’t had a foot massage in years, not since a girlfriend in high school once gave him one. It felt incredible. Greg loved every second of Matt’s foot massage and was relieved that it didn’t tickle.
“Man, that feels awesome!” Greg cooed.
“Good.” Matt responded.
Matt decided that he just had to see what these size 10’s looked like bare. He reached up under the cuff of Greg’s pants, grabbed the top of one of his socks and rolled it down, slid it over his heel and pulled it off. Then he removed Greg’s other sock. He was rewarded with the vision of two perfect boyish feet with soft, smooth pinkish soles and long, slender toes with seemingly pedicured toenails. Matt liked what he saw, and felt. He caressed the soft, velvety surface of Greg’s bare feet and lightly traced his fingertip along the wrinkles in the soles.
Greg’s toes began to twitch a little at the feel of Matt’s fingertip on his bare soles and he emitted a muffled giggle. Matt knew these had to be some extremely ticklish feet if just lightly tracing one fingertip over his soles was already making him twitchy and giggly. Matt was patient, though, to discover the effects of launching a full-scale tickling onslaught on those soles. For now, Matt was just enjoying teasingly brushing his fingertips over those beautiful, soft soles with feathery light strokes and listening to Greg quietly giggle under his breath. Matt also noticed how responsive the pads of Greg’s toes were to the touch. Greg’s toes would really wiggle like crazy when touched.
Greg was immensely enjoying the pleasant, mildly ticklish sensation of Matt’s fingertips on his feet. It felt curiously erotic and was turning him on quite a fair deal. By now, his whole body was tingling with every touch from Matt’s fingers. Yet in the back of his mind Greg was nervously anticipating when Matt was going to intensify the tickling on his incredibly sensitive soles, driving him into hysterical fits of uncontrollable, screaming laughter. He knew it had to be coming soon.
After a few minutes of toying with Greg’s bare soles, Matt took one of his fingernails and raked it up the surface of Greg’s right sole from the heel up to the middle toe. Greg’s body jerked suddenly under him.
“Yeeep!” Greg cried out.
Matt did the same thing on Greg’s other sole.
“Aaaargh! Oh shit! No, please, not that…”
One finger raked over Greg’s right sole again, then his left, then the right one again. Matt continued raking his fingernail up each sole alternately as Greg’s body jerked with every stroke. Soon Greg’s body slid right off Matt’s couch onto the carpet below. Greg tried fruitlessly to squirm out from under Matt, who was now sitting on the backs of his thighs, pinning them to the floor. Greg wasn’t going anywhere. Eventually all ten of Matt’s fingers were vigorously raking over the the entire surface of Greg’s ultra-ticklish bare soles and toes. Greg’s laughter was deep, loud, crazed and constant as he thrashed his body from side to side, pounding his fists on the shag-carpeted floor.
“Oh God, oh God, stop please! Hahahaha! Stop! Please! Stooop! Hahahahahaha! Oh, noooo…”
Matt’s fingers were flying over Greg’s soles in all directions-up and down, left to right, around in circles… Matt tickled the pale, silky soft arches of Greg’s feet; he tickled his heels. Matt tickled the balls of Greg’s feet. Greg’s wild laughter always shot up an octave when Matt would tickle his toes.
“Eeeeeeeeahhh! No! Fuck! Nooo! Ahhhh, fuck! Please! Stop! Ahhh! Hehehehehehe!!”
Matt was in a state of bliss as he ferociously tickled Greg’s incredibly sexy, unbelievably sensitive and ticklish bare soles and as he listened to the wild, hysterical laughter and high-pitched shrieks coming from this ticklish young cutie howling and thrashing under his mercilessly probing fingers. He was rock-hard and as turned on as he had ever been as he tickled Greg’s sexy soles with reckless abandon. Greg was quickly going out of his mind as wave upon wave of intense ticklishness shot through his body from the soles of his feet, overpowering him and overwhelming his senses.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Arrghh! Stooop! I can’t take it anymore, can’t take it, can’t… Ahhh! Hahahahahaha!!”
Greg was hoarse and breathless and could barely laugh anymore after what seemed like an eternity being tickled absolutely senseless on his desperately ticklish bare soles. He was hot and sweating. He couldn’t think straight anymore, his mind could only perceive the fingers wiggling like mad over his feet, comsuming him with ticklish torment. Greg was absolutely wrecked. Exhausted and physically and mentally drained, Greg was praying for a reprieve from the torturous sole and toe tickling. By now, he could only shake, laugh almost silently and babble incoherently.
“Oh, Gah… Ahhh… Noplee, plee… Hahahahaha… Staaah… Ohhhh, hehehehehe!”
Matt knew he had taken poor Greg to his ticklish limit, so he refrained from his ticklish onslaught on Greg’s feet. Greg was limp and lifeless, heavily panting. Matt got up, sat down at Greg’s feet, rested them in his lap and lovingly massaged Greg’s poor, tormented soles with firm strokes. This made Greg purr. Greg slowly caught his breath and regained his composure while Matt massaged his feet.
“How are you feeling, bud?” Matt inquired.
“Pretty good…”
“Hope I didn’t overdo it… Kinda got carried away there…”
“Nah, it’s cool. Wow, that was sooo intense!”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Uh huh! It was a bit too much to take at times, but definitely fun!”
“Good deal!”
Matt continued massaging Greg’s feet. He just loved the the look and feel of them in his hands. These were two of the sexiest feet Matt had ever seen, and oh, so ticklish! He could spend an eternity playing with them! Matt wondered how these adorable feet tasted. Matt lifted one foot up to his face. His nostrils caught the faint aroma of Greg’s feet-part sweat, part shoe-leather. Not bad, he thought. Matt inhaled deeply and then wrapped his lips around Greg’s big toe.
The unexpected warm, wet sensation of Matt’s lips enveloping his big toe startled Greg a bit. Matt began to suck on Greg’s big toe. Greg found this new sensation quite pleasurable and arousing. No one ever sucked his toes before. As Matt took Greg’s other four toes into his mouth and ran his tongue over them, Greg moaned with delight. Matt’s hot mouth felt incredible on his sensitive toes. Matt’s tongue slid under and between each of Greg’s toes.
This sent Greg into ecstasy. Matt’s tongue gliding all over Greg’s toes tickled in a way, but not like the fingers did. This was a different tickle. It was a soft, wet, hot, erogenous tickle. It didn’t make Greg laugh; it just made him moan. Greg lied there, eyes closed, moaing with pleasure. He couldn’t believe how wonderful this new sensation felt on his toes.
“Oh, wow… Yes! That’s awesome!” Greg cooed.
Matt took the ball of Greg’s foot into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue.
“Ahhhh… Woah! That feels incredible!”
Matt licked all over Greg’s foot, from his heel to his toes, and along the edge of his foot. Then he licked the other foot too. Greg loved every second as Matt’s lips and tongue caressed every inch of his sensitive feet. Greg let out a high-pitched giggle when Matt gently nibbled on his toes. Matt knew he had to explore Greg’s responsiveness to toe nibbling further, but not right now… Now, Greg deserved a treat after what Matt put him through. Joyously, Greg’s treat was also Matt’s treat.
“Dude, this is getting me so hot!” Greg stated.
“Me too, man.”
Greg lifted his body up off the floor and put out his hand to pull Matt up too. The two men embraced and squeezed each other in a long bear hug. Then Matt looked into Greg’s eyes, then kissed him deeply. After a long, passionate kiss, Matt took Greg by the hand and led him towards his bed. The two men got completely undressed and sat on the edge of the bed, caressing each other’s bodies. Greg looked at Matt with a look like a lightbulb just went on in his head.
“Hey, there’s something I want to know…” said Greg.
“What’s that?”
Greg reached out and wiggled his fingers up Matt’s upper ribcage into the hollows of his armpits. Matt immediately jumped up off the bed with a yelp. Greg grinned at Matt; Matt sheepishly smiled back at him, blushing.
“Hmm… Looks like you’re pretty ticklish too, huh?” said Greg.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Very cool! Next time, I get to pin you down and tickle you!”
Greg looked at Matt with a gleam in his eye and a broad smile on his face. Matt gulped. His mind raced back to nearly forgotten childhood memories of his two older brothers pinning him down on the floor every chance they got and tickling the crap out of his ribs and armpits until he nearly pissed himself. It was horrible! Though they never really went for his feet, Matt had a sense they were very ticklish too. Now Greg wanted a shot at tickling him. If Greg was half as ruthless a tickler as Matt was to him, Matt realized he would be in deep shit!
“Mmm… OK, just go easy on me.”
“Right. Just as easy as you went on me!”
Yes, Matt knew he was definitely in deep shit. However, that was a concern for later on. For now, he and Greg were both rock-hard and in dire need of release. Matt and Greg crawled into the bed and shut out the light…..
Two days had passed since Greg met Matt in the club, went to his apartment, got tickled absolutely senseless by him and spent a passionate night with him. Greg could not get Matt and the wild night he spent with him out of his mind. His body still tingled whenever he thought about Matt’s probing fingers stroking, wiggling and poking all over his sensitive torso, legs and ultra-ticklish bare feet. It was the most intense, unbearable, overwhelming and somehow most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.
Matt had masterfully initiated young Greg into the world of tickle-torture and erotic foot-play by vigorously teasing, tickling and tormenting the intensely ticklish bare skin on every part of Greg’s fit body until poor Greg was out of his mind with hysterical, screaming laughter. Then Matt serviced his soft, smooth, sensitive soles and toes with his hot, wet mouth and talented tongue. This was a mindblowing new sensation for Greg that filled him with ecstasy. Never did Greg ever think before that his feet could be such a source of sensual pleasure! Greg just knew he had to have more!
Greg and Matt had spent a passionate night together in Matt’s bed after all this wild tickling and foot-servicing got both young men as hot and horny as they’d ever been. It was an incredible night for both and tonight Greg and Matt had an appointment to meet again for a real date. It was Saturday evening and Greg’s stomach was fluttering with anticipation of seeing Matt again. Greg walked out the door of the small basement apartment he was renting and headed to the pizza parlor downtown he and Matt agreed upon meeting at. He was nervous and excited like last time, but this time didn’t have the underlying fear and trepidation he had following Matt home the other night.
When Greg and Matt first met, Greg was still dressed business-casual since he had not changed from the clothes he wore to work. Tonight, on the weekend, he had a loose light blue T shirt, a pair of greyish Capri shorts and his Adidas flip-flops on. (He sensed Matt would appreciate the revealing footwear he’d selected.) Greg arrived at the pizza parlor and stood outside looking around looking for Matt. It was 7:28, according to his watch. Matt was supposed to meet him there at 7:30. Suddenly Greg felt two fingers jab into each side of his lower ribcage. He yelped and jumped, then turned around to see Matt, grinning.
“There he is! Still ticklish, I see…” said Matt with a chuckle.
“Hehe, yep… Always…” Greg said with a sheepish smile.
Matt was wearing a green polo shirt, blue jean shorts and brown leather sandals. Matt wrapped his arm around Greg’s shoulder and took hold of his chin, drawing Greg’s face in for a quick kiss.
“C’mon, let’s eat… You hungry?” Matt said.
“Yeah.” Greg replied.
Greg opened the door and ushered Matt into the pizza parlor. Following Greg through the door, Matt glanced down and noticed Greg’s bare heels lifting up off the backs of his flip-flops with each step. “Nice,” he thought. The two young men sat down at their table, ordered a large deluxe pizza and some sodas and looked at each other. Greg smiled at Matt and Matt smiled back.
“So, how are you doing?” Matt asked.
“Great! Yourself?”
“Oh, just wonderful!”
Matt winked at Greg and the two began a three or four minute session of awkward small-talk, before Greg kicked off one of his sandals and brushed his big toe against the calf of Matt’s bare leg under the checkered-tableclothed table. Matt looked at Greg and Greg smiled back. Greg continued stroking Matt’s calves with his toes. Matt had to adjust his seating position to accommodate his burgeoning hard-on. Matt reached his hands under the table and as Greg’s foot moved up his leg to the inside of his knee, Matt grabbed hold of it. Matt placed his Greg’s bare foot in his lap and firmly massaged it with his thumbs.
“Mmmmmmmm…” Greg cooed.
“Feel good?”
“Uhh HUH!”
“Excellent!”
Greg leaned back in his chair, thoroughly enjoying Matt’s under-table foot massage. Matt just loved the feel of this cute boy’s velvety soft, smooth, bare foot in his hands. He couldn’t resist; he quickly scraped a fingernail up the ticklish sole of the foot. Greg’s foot jerked reflexively, narrowly avoiding giving Matt a swift kick in the crotch.
“Not here!” Greg admonished.
Matt smiled and told Greg he just couldn’t resist. Greg’s feet were an irresistible target for Matt’s tickling fingers. They were so cute, so soft, and (as Matt had spent an ample period of time learning two nights earlier) incredibly ticklish. Matt recalled how deliciously intense and hysterical Greg’s responses to having his feet tickled were. He relished the idea of hearing Greg shriek and howl with uncontrolled, maniacal laughter again while he wiggled his fingers over every inch of those delectable, super-sensitive bare soles. He couldn’t wait!
Finally, the pizza they ordered was served and the two young men gobbled it up quickly, eager to get back to Matt’s apartment to play. After eating dinner, paying the check and leaving a generous tip, Matt and Greg headed to the apartment together. On the way, Greg remembered something Matt had promised him after his ticklish ordeal was over. It was promised that next time Greg would be able to subject Matt to some tickling too. Greg was very eager to get his hands on Matt’s body, exploring his skin with his fingertips, locating all the spots that were ticklish, and then driving handsome, young Matt to ticklish hysterics the way Matt did to him.
“Matt? Remember what we discussed last time after you tickled me?”
“What was that?”
“You told me that next time I’d get to pin you down and tickle you.”
“Oh… right… You’re gonna hold me to that?”
“Hell yeah, I am!”
Suddenly Matt felt fluttery in his stomach. He had forgotten the little deal he made off the cuff with Greg the other night. He didn’t realize Greg was going to call him on it. Matt was unsure how well he could cope with being on the receiving end of a tickling attack. Still, a promise was a promise– he was not about to disappoint the sexy young man he was developing a strong infatuation for. Matt was going to have to take his medicine like a man.
“I see… Well, bud, I’m in your hands then.” Matt resigned.
“Soon enough you will be, hehe…”
When the two young men arrived at Matt’s place, they closed the door and walked into the bedroom area. Greg kicked off his flip-flops and pulled off his shirt. Matt went over across the room to his stereo and put on some mood music. He asked Greg if Pet Shop Boys was alright. Greg confirmed that it was just fine. Matt asked if Greg preferred to hear something else instead. No, he did not. Matt then asked Greg if he wanted something to drink, in a vain attempt to delay the inevitable. Greg declined.
“OK, so, now what?” Matt said, nervously.
“Get over here!”
Matt walked over to the bed where Greg was sitting. Greg told Matt to take off his sandals. Matt removed them. For the first time, Greg noticed how nice Matt’s feet and toes looked. Greg reached out and pulled the polo shirt Matt was wearing over his head and dropped it to the floor. He took a second to admire Matt’s toned, smooth, tanned chest. Then he unbuttoned Matt’s jean shorts and slid them down around his ankles. Matt kicked them the rest of the way off. Greg then motioned Matt onto the bed, and told him to lie down. When Matt was lying down on the bed in his grey jockey shorts Greg circled the bed, examining his ticklish prey, trying to decide where he should strike first.
Matt warily watched Greg move, feeling his eyes scour over his vulnerable body. It was years since the last time anyone ever really tickled Matt. He had no idea what would happen when Greg finally started moving his fingers over his sensitive skin. How would he handle it? Would he embarrass himself by squealing like a stuck pig and begging for mercy like he did as a boy? Would it be torture for him like when his brothers used to do it? Would he loathe every agonizing second of getting tickled like before? Would he want to crawl out of his own skin? The suspense was killing poor Matt. It was far too late to back out now, though.
Greg stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at Matt’s bare feet. His feet were large (maybe a size 13 or 14), masculine, narrow and lightly dusted with fine, blond hair on the insteps and tops of the toes. Matt’s toes were slender with smooth, clear, trimmed toenails. Greg contemplated whether those feet could be as excruciatingly ticklish as his own were. Doubtful, but he was about to find out for himself. Greg sat down on the end of the bed. He took hold of Matt’s ankles and tucked them under his left arm, pinning both feet up against his body. With his right hand he slowly traced a fingertip along the wrinkles in Matt’s soles.
Matt’s feet twitched at the touch. When Greg stroked one sole, the other foot would slide over to cover it, only to present itself for finger-stroking, which would then cause the other foot to slide over to cover it. This cycle repeated for a few minutes as Greg stroked Matt’s bare soles. Greg was just teasing Matt at this point; he hadn’t yet begun the real foot tickling, but the sensitivity of Matt’s soles was already apparent. This was going to be fun! Matt just bit his lip, squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for the inevitable ticklish onslaught. For now, though, he enjoyed the pleasantly mild ticklish sensation on his bare soles.
Greg then stepped up his tickling efforts by scribbling his fingers over the surface of Matt’s soles with greater intensity. Matt’s legs began to jerk and his body squirmed. His muffled giggles became increasingly audible until they became a steady stream of constant laughter. As Greg raked his fingernails over Matt’s sensitive soles, Matt’s body convulsed and his laughter gained volume and tempo. Matt’s feet were definitely not quite as ticklish as Greg’s, since the same tickling technique had put Greg into a state of howling hysterics, but Greg was enjoying tormenting them all the same. Besides, he hadn’t gotten to Matt’s ribs and armpits yet, and judging from the violent reaction he got by just briefly digging into them the other night, hysterics were sure to ensue once he made his way up there.
“Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee…” Matt laughed.
Matt realized that having his feet tickled was actually quite enjoyable. Then Greg released his grip on Matt’s ankles and slowly wiggled his fingers up his legs to his kneecaps which made Matt’s laughter rise an octave. Greg squeezed hard just above Matt’s knees, causing Matt’s upper body to fly off the bed and his hands to grab Greg’s to stop them from squeezing there. Greg just shook Matt’s hands away and returned to squeezing above Matt’s knees. Once again, Matt grabbed Greg’s hands and pulled them away.
“No fair grabbing! You gotta let me tickle you…”
“I can’t help it, man!”
“You better try…”
It was no use. Matt couldn’t help but try to fight off the strong tickling Greg was imposing on his knees. Finally Greg told Matt he was just going to have to restrain his arms.
“You got any rope or neckties?” Greg asked.
“Well… Actually, there’s something in my nightstand over there…”
Greg opened the drawer and saw a pair of fuzzy handcuffs sitting on top of a phone book. Hmmm… Greg inspected the manacles and looked over at Matt.
“And just what are you doing with these?”
“Thought they might come in handy some time…”
“Uh huh… I think these would be very handy right about now…”
With that, Greg shackled Matt’s wrists over his head to the iron bedpost and looked down at his now completely helpless specimen. Greg smiled broadly at Matt. Matt was now more nervous than ever, realizing his total vulnerability with his wrists shackled down and his ribs and armpits stretched taut and wide open for tickling fingers to poke and probe with impugnity. By now, Matt was seriously doubting the soundness of his decision to introduce Greg to this little sexual aid of his. Though Matt often dreamed of using those cuffs on a ticklish boy some day, he’d never actually used them before, and definitely not on himself!
Now Greg was free to really let his fingers roam. He continued squeezing just above Matt’s knees, prompting Matt to tug fruitlessly on his bonds and howl with every squeeze. Then Greg’s fingers wiggled to the insides of Matt’s thighs. This filled Matt’s body with a powerful sensation that was at once intensely ticklish and intensely erotic. Matt’s body literally began to vibrate and shake as Greg’s fingers danced over his inner thighs.
“Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh… Aaaauuugghh! Ah ah ah ah!”
Greg got a real kick out of Matt’s reaction to his thigh tickling and continued kneading and squeezing Matt’s thighs. With one hand he started tickling Matt’s tensed, hard abdomen as he tickled the inner thighs with the other. Greg drilled his finger into Matt’s deep navel and wiggled it around inside. This strange, intensely ticklish sensation deep inside his navel drove Matt to wild hysterics immediately.
“Gaaahh!! Ohgod! Nooo! Stop that! No! Ahahahahahaha!!”
Greg delighted in watching Matt howl with laughter and thrash violently, tugging with all his might against the cuffs locking his wrists to the bedpost. Greg was afraid Matt was going to bust the headboard, he was struggling so hard. Matt’s legs kicked ferociously and his body twisted from side to side. Matt was going crazy from Greg’s merciless probing of his deep, ticklish navel and started begging Greg to stop tickling him there.
“Oh fuck! Stooop!! Aaaahhahahaha!! Please! Stop! Hahahahaha!!”
“Hehe, someone’s got a ticklish belly-button!”
“Hahahaha! Yes! Please stop! Hahahahaha! I can’t take it! Stoop!”
“Oh, how can I stop? This is too much fun!”
“Aaarggh! Stoop!! Hahahahahaha! I can’t take it! Please! Mercy!!”
“Did you show me any mercy when you were tickling me?”
“Ahhhh! Fuck! I’m sorry! Please!! No more!! Hahahahahahaha!”
Greg felt a tinge of pity for poor Matt. This navel tickling was clearly killing him. Matt’s face was turning bright red and his body was hot and wet with perspiration. Gales of crazed laughter and pleading poured out of Matt while he bucked and kicked his legs frantically. Greg would have given this poor guy a break, except for the fact that Matt had ruthlessly tormented his ticklish body and especially his hyper-sensitive bare soles ceaselessly while he begged him to stop. Greg thought he’d die when Matt was viciously scribbling his fingers over his soles until he was utterly delirious! Now it was Matt’s turn to taste his own medicine, Greg thought.
After a while, Greg removed his finger from Matt’s navel and replaced it with his warm, wet tongue. This delightfully ticklish new sensation made Matt moan and pant with pleasure. The sound was extremely arousing to Greg’s ears. As Greg’s tongue swirled inside Matt’s deep navel, his fingertips began to delicately dance over the insides of Matt’s hips, right under the waistband of his jockeys.
“Oh oh oh oh! Ahhhhh! Woooo! Woooo! Ahhhh!”
The simultaneously ticklish and highly erotic sensations of Greg licking his navel and lightly tickling his hips made Matt swoon with sexual desire. Matt was in the throes of ecstasy as Greg sensuously teased his lower torso with his tongue and fingertips. However, Matt’s sensual pleasure instantly turned to ticklish agony when Greg’s fingers suddenly glided from his hips up to his ribcage. When Greg began vibrating his fingertips in the spaces between Matt’s ribs, his entire body jolted with enough force to nearly knock Greg off the bed onto the floor.
Matt was so consumed by the powerful rush of the unbearably intense ticklishness of his ribs being prodded, he involuntarily emitted an ear-piercing scream that startled Greg. When the rib tickling continued, Matt was shrieking so loud and thrashing so hard that Greg was afraid the neighbors would think someone in the apartment was being murdered! Despite his concern over the wild commotion that Matt was making, Greg continued to tickle Matt’s ribs with abandon. Matt was rapidly losing his mind as wave upon wave of overwhelming ticklishness racked his body, reducing him to shrieks and howls of agonized laughter and incoherent babbling.
“Nuh, no, no, stah! Bah! Gaaad! Nooo! Puh, plee, uuugh! Yaaaugh!”
Matt’s ribs had always been his downfall. Suddenly, Matt was taken back to the days of his childhood when his ruthless older brothers mercilessly tortured him by pinning him on the floor, reaching under his shirt and tickling his ribs and armpits until he was hoarse, sobbing and too exhausted to move. He fearfully dreaded these torturous sessions, not merely because of the excruciating tickling they inflicted, but because of the cruel intent his brothers had for doing it. This ferocious tickling by Greg, though, had a different quality to it. It was just as unbearably intense, but Matt unconsciously acknowledged Greg’s motives were not vicious or abusive.
Still, the extreme tickling he was receiving was driving poor Matt to the edge of insanity, and he didn’t know how much more he could take. Matt’s laughter by now had taken on the wheezy, almost silent nature of a person totally incapable of catching his breath enough to produce sound. It was the same laughter Matt heard from Greg near the end of his merciless tickling of Greg’s ridiculously hyper-sensitive bare soles. It’s a maddening ordeal being tickled to that extreme on such an intensely sensitive area of the body. Now Matt now fully realized how Greg must have felt. He was getting his comeuppance. In spades.
At this point, Greg realized that he had taken Matt to his ticklish limit and relented his tickling assault on his ribs. Matt panted to catch his breath and asked for some water to quench his dry, hoarse throat. Greg obliged by getting him a cold glass. Greg then unlocked the handcuffs from Matt’s wrists. Matt eagerly gulped down his water and slowly began to recover from the ticklish hell he’d just endured. Greg sat behind Matt and lovingly massaged his shoulders and arms, which were quite sore after pulling against the restraint of his fuzzy handcuffs. As Greg massaged Matt, he gingerly kissed the nape of Matt’s neck, making Matt purr.
“How are you doing, bud?” Greg inquired.
“Exhausted beyound belief!”
“Hehe, I know just how ya feel!”
“Yeah, I guess you do…”
Greg wrapped his arms around Matt’s chest and squeezed. Matt reached for Greg’s right foot, resting at his side, and gave it a firm squeeze. Greg continued rubbing Matt’s shoulders and back while Matt massaged Greg’s foot. Then he began massaging the other foot too. Greg closed his eyes and thoroughly enjoyed every second of Matt’s wonderful massaging of his feet. He began drifting off when Matt’s voice snapped him back to life.
“Dude, I haven’t been tickled like that in years!”
“How was it?”
“Fucking unbearable!”
“Hehe, tell me about it!”
“Man, you were diabolical, tickling my ribs like that!”
“What can I tell ya, I learned from the master!”
“Touché
Matt slid down and sprawled his body sideways across the bed and took a hold of Greg’s tender bare feet, pressed the soft, velvety pink soles to his face and lovingly lapped them with his tongue. Greg lied back, closed his eyes and moaned with sensuous pleasure at the oral attention being paid to his sensitive feet. Greg giggled quietly whenever Matt’s tongue slid under and around his extremely sensitive toes.
“Wow, dude, that’s amazing! Where’d you learn to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Lick a guy’s feet like that?”
“I don’t know, just realized I liked doing it one day… You don’t mind, do you?”
“Oh, hell no… Not a bit. Go right ahead! It feels awesome!”
Matt continued bathing Greg’s delicious, soft, bare soles with his hot tongue, and then a thought occurred to Greg.
“Hey, Matt?”
“Yeah?”
“I just realized something. I never got around to tickling your armpits!”
“Oh God! Not tonight! I couldn’t…”
“Nah… I think you’ve had enough of that for one night…” Greg interrupted.
“Whew! Good. I’m wrecked!”
“Yeah, so I guess that leaves me something to look forward to trying next time.”
“Hehe, deal… But then I get another crack at tickling those feet of yours too!”
“Oh God… OK, fair enough…”
With that Greg and Matt began to kiss deeply and both crawled under the bedcovers for another long, hot, passionate night, fueled by their extended, arousing session of erotic tickling play. As time went by, Greg and Matt became best of friends and intimate lovers. Their mutual passions for exploring and exploiting each other’s ticklishness also grew. They spent many more years learning all the secret killer spots on each other’s bodies, and mastering techniques to best drive one another completely out of his mind with sheer ticklish hysteria. Over the years the sounds of wild, howling, ticklish laughter from either or both Greg and Matt would fill the room almost every single night, and it continues to this very day.
Why, actually, as you read this paragraph– at this very moment– a handsome, matured Greg is loudly laughing a deep, frenzied laughter as Matt’s teeth nibble on his ultra-ticklish toes. From the sounds of things, they are just as extremely sensitive as ever, and just as cute… Matt has nibbled on those sensitive toes several thousand times so far, and has yet to tire of doing it. Greg has also come to love it, though it’s still so unbearably ticklish for him. Greg has also become quite the tickle-sadist himself; relishing in tormenting Matt’s bare torso (still remarkably toned) with his fingers and tongue, with feather quills, electric toothbrushes and with ice cubes! Here’s hoping Greg and Matt keep each other laughing (and begging, thrashing and bucking) for many more years to come…
THE END.