By DCTickler
Shane is as masculine as they come. He’s bisexual, but mostly straight. We met about two years ago. He was skate boarding in front of a church just down the street from my apartment building in the city. I sat on a retaining wall and watched him and a buddy of his do their stuff on the wide plaza. Both guys were hot in my book, but the one whose name I would soon find out was Shane, was a bit more my ideal. He had light brown hair, buzz cut, and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. He stood about 5′ 10″ with a lean build.
I couldn’t really tell Shane’s age by looking at him. His dress was youthful, below the knee baggy pants, tank top tee shirt, socks bunched up around his ankles, chains, piercings, the typical skater punk look. On one hand he looked like he could have passed for 16, which was a scary thought. But on the other hand he had the stunningly handsome face, and from what I could see of it, the well developed body of a guy in his early twenties.
After about 15 minutes, his buddy left and Shane walked over to where I was sitting and bummed a cigarette. “I’m Shane,” he said. “I’m John,” I responded somewhat nervously as this hot guy sat next to me. We talked and found we had several things in common. Through the course of conversation Shane told me he was 22 years old. Despite the nearly twenty year difference in our ages, we had a great time talking about all sorts of topics and became friends.
We got together once every other week or so at the neighborhood coffeehouse. He was a really sweet guy and even against my better judgement, I could have fallen for him. On one occasion he had told me he was bisexual, but was mostly into chics. This was great news for my personal mental file of masturbatory fantasies, but I refrained from taking any action toward making a move on him. I wanted to hold out for the day when maybe he would be the one to make the move.
About two months into our friendship, Shane and I met at the coffeehouse. I had gotten there first and while sitting at our table I saw him come in the door. He looked really bummed and as I noticed the skateboard under his arm with one set of wheels missing I knew why. He’d had a mishap while practicing for an upcoming competition. “Man, how am I gonna do this thing next week with a fucked up board,” he moaned. “Dude is there any way you could loan me some cash so I can get it fixed? I can pay you back in a couple weeks, I promise.” I admit, I’m a very soft touch and he was, after all, my friend, and a really hot friend too.
“OK, how much?”
“A hundred would be great if you can swing it.”
“Alright, but you have to pay me back. I’m not rich you know. A hundred bucks is a lot of cash to me.”
“I swear man, two weeks and I’ll pay you back.”
Two weeks, then two months, and then six months later he had not given me so much as a dime. Of course, I being the softy that I am, had never mentioned it even though we still got together for coffee on a regular basis.
A year later, there I was in the coffeehouse waiting to meet Shane and it was de ja vu. In the door he came with a busted skateboard. I knew what was coming. “Man, I know I still owe you a hundred bucks, but can you help me out just once more?”
“Geez, Shane, how big are your balls anyway? Pretty fuckin huge I’d guess for you to even think about asking me for another loan.”
“I know, I know dude, I’m sorry. You know what, you’re right. It was shitty of me to even ask,” he apologized. “Is there some other way I could pay you back? Some way I could work it off?”
My mind raced with excitement. This was the opportunity I’d been hoping for. “Tell you what. Yes, there’s a way you can work it off. Are you ticklish?”
He lowered his eyes nervously, “No, man, I’m not ticklish. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, too bad, ” I said. “It would have been an easy way for you to pay off your debt to me and even earn some extra cash. But since you’re not ticklish …”
“Well, ok man, that’s not true. I am ticklish. I’m really ticklish. I just don’t like to admit it. I don’t want people to know cuz then they might try to tickle me and if they did I’d laugh and shit and look like a pussy”, he admitted. “So what does being ticklish have to do with making some extra cash anyway?”
“There are people that pay guys like yourself good money to be tied down and tickled on video, two or three hundred bucks a pop.”
“A video huh. You mean like porn? Do I have to …., you know,” he paused and spoke more quietly, looking around the room to make sure no one was paying particular attention to our conversation. “Would I have to do anything else? I don’t have anything against having sex with a guy, but I ain’t into havin it video taped, you know what I mean?”
“No, nothing sexual, but you will need to do it in just your underwear. Part of what people are paying to see is lots of flesh.”
“Yeah, that’s cool. No sex though?”
“No sex,” I assure him. “Just tickling.”
“OK, I’ll give it a shot.”
We left the coffeehouse and walked a block back to my place. While Shane stripped down to his boxers, I went to my special drawer and pulled out restraints and a feather. “I better take a piss first, Shane said.
“Good idea. You go drain it and I’ll set up the camera.”
With the camera set up, Shane emerged from the bathroom, eyes downcast like he was embarrassed he was about to go through with this. He laid down on the bed and I began to tie him securely, his arms folded one on top of the other, bound together behind his neck and to the head board, leaving the full length of his upper body completely exposed. Then I tied his ankles from each side of the bed, then across from each other so that there was virtually no side to side movement.
“There we go,” I said as I laid down along side him, my hand hovering over his torso, fingertips dangling menacingly within a fraction of an inch of his smooth six pack abs. He gasped and panted in quick, short breaths, “No, no, wait, not yet. O God, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to take this.”
“Well, just think of it this way, I think you need to find a way to take this. Best thing for you to do is try to convince yourself that you really enjoy it. That could be challenging, but you seem to me to be man enough to pull it off.” As I lowered my fingertips and they made contact with his stomach, gliding lightly over his navel, back and forth to both the right and left side of his torso, his eyes widened. Then he closed them tightly in a futile attempt to brace himself for the electric like surge of sensation.
“N n no, w wa wait, ahh aahhh heee heee, aaa haaa haaaa” he giggled as my fingers wandered tenderly from his ribs to his pits. “NOO, nnno NNOOTTT, THERE!” His giggles immediately transformed into intense laughter as soon as I lightly grazed just the hair of his armpits. I pulled my hand away just long enough to pick up a long stiff feather from the bedside table. “Oh, god, please don’t tickle me with thaaa hhaaahaaaaaaa” he erupted as I swirled the tip of the feather deep into his pit. “AAAHHHH HHAAAAA, HAA HAA HAA HAA, PPPLLLLEEEEEAAAASE SSSSTTT SSTT STTOOOOOPP!”
For ten full minutes I played in one pit, then the other, then back and forth from one pit to the other, dragging the feather over his chest and around his nipples with each pass. “OOOOHHHH, GGGODDDD, NNNOOOO, AAAHHHHAA, HAAA HAA HAA HA HA, HEEEE, HHE HEEE, PPPPLLLEEEHHEEEEHEEEAASSSSE SSTTTOP! SSSERIOUSSLY, SSSTTTOP, PPPLLEEAASE, NNNOOO MMMMOOORE” he begged in stuttered desperation.
“Wow”, I exclaimed, “Your pits sure are ticklish. I wonder if you’re as ticklish in other places.” I laid the feather on his chest then put my fingertips back to work, placing them lightly on his hip bone. “NNNOOOOOO, OOOOHHHHHH, SSHHHHITTT”, he wailed! I slowly and methodically moved my delicately dancing fingertips from his hip down his lightly hairy legs, from outside to inside of the full length of his thigh, to the full circumference of his knees, on down to his delicious calves, then the ankle, and then . . .
“Okay, okay, okay, heee, stop, heee heee, that’s far enough. No n nnn no, ddddoonn’ttt aaghh haa haa haa haa heee heee, pppleease, nnnooott my feeeeheeeeet! Aaa haaahaahaahaa haaa ha. hee hee hee, ooooohoohooooho, nnnooo, aahh ahhaaa haa ha haha ha, st st stop p p, pl plea he hee hee hese, aa haa haa ha haaa, Oh mmyy g g ggoddd, n no n no m mmmore, p p please, st st s st s STOPPP!”
All this laughing and begging and I hadn’t even actually touched his foot yet. I paused at his ankle, my fingers tickling from the inside to outside off his ankle. “Hmmm,” I said as I toyed with him, “I’m sensing that your feet might just be even more ticklish than your pits. Am I right?”
“Yyyyess, mmmyyy, feeeet are v v v v very t t t ticklish. P ppleease, mmann, dddon’t tttouch mmmyy feeet,” he stammered as I continued tickling his ankle.
“Shane, I’m sorry to tell you this, but people won’t want to buy this video unless there’s shots of your feet being tickled. You’re just going to have to find a way to deal with it. Unless, of course, you want to call the whole thing off right now. But then you’d still owe me money and you’d lose out on earning cash for yourself. It’s up to you”, I explained.
Through his ongoing laughter he agreed, “Ohhh, gggod dd dd damn it, sshhhit, oookkkaayyy, gggo fffor it. Jjjust gggo eeaasssyyy, heeee, ppplleeeheeheeaaase!”
With that, my fingers moved from his ankle to his foot. His laughter was incredible. So cute, masculine while periodically, evolving into high pitched, almost feminine screams depending on where I chose to linger longer with my lightly wiggling and softly stroking fingertips. Running them up and down the full length of his 11″ arch brought him immediately to the edge of his ability to speak, but the horizontal, slightly waving like touch of my fingers to the bottoms of his long, slender toes sent him into utter and complete hysteria.
AaAAAAHHHH! HA HAAAAA HAAAA, hEWEE HEEE, hAAAWWWW, oOHHHH, AHHHHAHhhhaaaa, HHEE HEE HEEEE, ARRRGGGGAAAAHHHAAAA h HAAHAA! GGGGODDDD NNNOOO MMMOOOORRREEE, AAAAHHHAAAAA, EEEHEEHEEHEEE, OOOOO, AAAHA HAAHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH!
As my fingers continued stroking his arches, I moved my mouth close to his feet, my warm, moist breath wafting over his toes. I gently licked them for a moment, then I took them into my mouth, my tongue probing and gliding between them and over them.
“OOooohhh, sshhhhit, aaaahhh, ffffuuuuccckk,” he half moaned and half laughed. “Ggggoddd, dddaamnn, mmmmmm, oooOoOOOo, Aaaaahaahaaaa, eeee heeheheheeeee.” His body seemed somehow confused at sensations that felt erotically fantastic, having his toes gently sucked, and the tickling of his arches. I looked up to see that his cock had managed to work its way through the opening in his boxers and had become fully erect, bobbing up and down as I licked and savored his toes.
I hated to stop, but those boxers had to go. I opened the bedside table drawer and took out a pair of scissors. With speed and effortlessness that surprised even me I ran them up the leg to the waist band on one side, then the other and tossed aside the front of his boxers leaving me full access to his cock and balls. “Damn, dude,” Shane remarked, looking down at his crotch. “I know you said there wouldn’t be any sex in this, but you can blow me if you want.”
“If I want? Do you want me to blow you,” I asked.
“Well, I kinda like gettin my dick sucked and it would be a nice break from being tickled”, he said hopefully.
“I’ll give it some thought. Maybe I’ll do both,” I told him as I headed back to his ticklish feet.
I moved from sucking his toes to licking my way up legs, to kissing his hips and outer groin, up his stomach, to his hardened nipples, flicking my tongue while my fingers follwed about eight inches behind, moving from thigh to hip to lower stomach. Then as my tongue moved into his pit, my fingers moved back down to his inner groin, ever so lightly onto balls, running up and down sides, down underneath, over the top. I took his 7.5″ cut shaft softly, but firmly into my hand. I slowly stroked the full length, returning to tickle the balls on every tenth stroke, while my tongue traveled in swirling motion back and forth from around his nipple, moving to explore and taste every inch of entire pit area.
“ooOOoOHHH, mMmmYY, GGgod, th th thaat f f feellsss i i inn ccredibbble,” groaned as his pits were tickled, balls too, and his swollen cock finally received special attention of it’s own. His eyes rolled back and he tossed is head from left to right, grinning widely, sweat beading on his forehead, tears down the sides of his face. He seemed to have made a physical transition that although left the tickling still a very intense sensation, yet it was becoming less uncomfortable and more pleasurable.
Tickling this fine specimen of a man had me rock-hard and precumming like nobody’s business. The fact that his balls were not just sensitive, but actually ticklish totally turned me on. My fingers and hand continued tickling his balls and stroking his cock while I moved my flicking, licking, gliding tongue from his pit to his nipple, down his torso to his groin.
Then I repositioned myself between his out legs with his huge, tight, giz filled balls squarely in front of my face. My hands stretched up with index and middle finger stroking his pits, thumbs rubbing his nipples, my tongue went to work, at first darting quickly and lightly over his swollen balls. He went into convulsive spasms, a combination of laughing and moaning. “AaahhhmmmmmhheEEEEEHHhhheeeeeee, fffffuuUUUuuccckkkkkkk, mmmm meeEEEHHEHHEeee, ooooohhhhmmmmmm, aaaAHHHAHAAAHAAhhhhhhhheehee heee, ahh aHHHAHAAHhha ahhhmmmmm, ooooohhhh, gggggoddddd, mmmmMMMmmmmeeeheeeeheeeheee”
He had really taken it all quite well and now it was time for him to be rewarded. I pulled one had down to guide his cock into my mouth, then moved it back up as both sets of fingertips continued lightly probing and delicately caressing his pits and nipples. My hot wet mouth slid smoothly up and down from precum coated mushroom tip to the thick base, nestled so beautifully in soft, now lightly sweat scented pubic hair. “Oh ggod, yeeahhh, th that’s it, oohhh, that makes it all worth it, ” he whispered.
“Ohh, d d ddude, yeah, oh m m mman, you’re gonna mm m mmmake me cum. This is ggggonna be hu hu h huge, you w w wwon’t be able tt to take it all, I’m w w wwarnin you. It’s g g ggonna be a lot, I m m mmean f f fffuckin all over the pp p pplace. Oohh yeeaahhh, mmmm, ahhh.”
My lips snug around his shaft, my tongue licking the top of it from inside my mouth, I moved my head at a steady pace. Up……down…..up……down…..
“OoOoOoHHHH GGGO GODDD, I’m gg ggoo ggooonnnaaa c C CCU CCUU CUMMMM, I”M FUCKIN CUMMMIINNNGGG!!! OOO GGGOD! OH YEAHHHH. OOOHH SSSHIT, OHH FUCK, YEEEAHHH. AHHH, AAAAHHHH, YEEEEAAAHHHH!!!”
As my lips and tongue felt the first pulsive wave make its way up his shaft I immediately knew he wasn’t exaggerating. The first wave exploded from his cock shooting straight at the back of my mouth and down my throat. Then a second, third and fourth copious waves, each barely a second a part yet a full second and a half in duration, filled my mouth with his warm, sweet, load faster than I could drink it. I kept stroking his cock as I moved my lips to the base the shaft, sucking up the milky white giz that had overflowed from my mouth. To my amazement and great pleasure, his cock continued to throb and pulsate as it shot a fifth, sixth, and seventh stream of creamy thick cum. The streams arching high into the air landed in long thick wet paths from his upper stomach, to his neck and on up the headboard and wall where it had made a distinctly splatting sound due to the shear force of it’s velocity.
“Whhoooaaahh, wwhooahh, yyeaaahh, yeeeah, ohh oh ,yeah, oh yeah, oh man, fuckin awesome, man, that was great. that was fuck awesome.”
“I guess so,” I said expressing how impressed I was with the volume of his load. “I’ve never seen a guy cum that much before, and trust me, I’ve seen a lot of guys cum.”
“I told you it was gonna be huge, dude,” he said with a cocky tone. “I’m quite the stud, aren’t I.”
“Yes Shane,” I replied, “you sure are. And you took the tickling really well. But if you’re truly the stud you say you are you should be able to take a little more, don’t you think?” Before what I had said had time to register in his mind, I had moved back down to his feet and began gliding my fingers up and down the soles of both feet at the same time
. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHHHHH, GGGGGGODDDDD, NNNNOOOOOOOO! AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH AHHHA HHHAAAAAAA, HEEEE HEEEEHOOOO, AAAHHHHHH, GGGEEEEZZZZUUUUUZZZZZ, NNNNOOOOOO, AAAAAHHHH HAAAA, EEEEE HEEEEEEEE, AAAHAAAHAAAA. SSSSTTTTOPPPPPPP TTTTICCCKKKKLLLINNNNGGG MMMYYY, FFEEEHHHEEEEET.”
Within a minute and a half of this post-ejaculative tickling Shane had pissed all over himself, and all caught on videotape no less. He was not at all happy about the situation. His anger allowed him to control himself just barely enough to speak.
“Yy yy you f f fff fucker,” he spat. “Y yyyy you ain’t sendin th thth that tt tttape to n nno one.”
“Are you kidding?” I asked incredulously as I continued stroking his soles. “Do you have any idea how much more people will pay for this now that it has a piss scene?”
“Rr rrreally? How mm mmmuch?” he asked, looking like he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer for fear it would be too much cash to turn down. And the tickling continued . . .
“OOOHHHHOOO, GGGGGODDDD, AAAhAAAHHHAHHAHAHHA, EEHEEHEEHE, HAAWWWW, AAAHAHAAAAHAA, OOOHHHOOHOHHH, FFFFFFUUUUCCKKK!”
The end