By Hobbes
THE FIRST ENCOUNTER
I remember the first day I saw him. It was a gorgeous Spring day. My friend David and I were hanging out at “The Daily Grind” coffee shop at the edge of the university campus. Our usual coffee shop’s wireless was not working so we decided to come here so David could finish studying for finals and I could people-watch, one of my favourite hobbies. You can tell a lot of a person just by studying how they carry themselves. It is also fun to come up with dialog to go along with their mannerisms, not unlike Seth Green’s character in The Italian Job where he mocks the conversation between “Handsome Rob” and the bimbo cable girl.
While David studied, I listened to music and watched him study. He is of Scandinavian descent and has brown hair, incredible blue eyes, and a perfect smile. I could watch him for hours but it was the young student who walked in that really caught my eye. He looked rather young for a college student and figured he was most likely a freshmen. He paused momentarily at the entrance and surveyed the establishment. “The Daily Grind” had a euro-industrial look to it. The table tops were brushed aluminum with tubular legs that were powder-coated silver. The chairs were metal and had a very simple, yet ergonomic design. The place looked like something from an IKEA showroom. It had a very spacious feel to it despite it being long and narrow. The coffee bar was set along one wall and there was a mezzanine level right above the bar and followed along three walls with a staircase at the back.
It must have been his first time here as he stood there, partially blocking foot traffic, intently looking around. I just sat there and could not take my eyes off of him. My friend apparently noticed my fixed gaze and he turned to see what had caught my attention. I was so embarrassed that in a feeble attempt to avoid being “busted”, I quickly changed my gaze to the mezzanine just in time for him to turn around and see me looking at something else. I looked at him real quick and raised an eyebrow. He smiled and shook his head and went back to studying. Close call! He doesn’t know that I look at guys nor that I have certain fetishes. After all, I am deeper in the closet than a green polyester leisure suit.
The student eventually settled on an open spot on the mezzanine and he proceeded to the staircase, which took him right by our table. I kept my head down as not to gain David’s attention but followed the student’s path towards the stairs with my eyes. He had a confident walk to him. He was dressed nicely in khaki cargo shorts and a tucked, blue t-shirt. His backpack was slung over his left shoulder with his left hand holding it firmly in place. His hair was brown and short and he had what I would call a ‘soccer’ body.
As he grew closer, my fetish got the best of me and my attention focused on his footwear. He was wearing ankle socks and his feet were clad in white Nike running shoes. I had noted in the past that people with narrow feet had preferred Nike so I was hoping I was right. I love narrow feet. His legs were thin, yet defined, and somewhat smooth. I surmised that he either ran track or played soccer. My heart started to beat a little harder as I thought back to my own high school soccer days and all those hot boys and feet.
I looked back up just in time to notice that he was now looking at me with a subtle smile as he passed by. He had brown eyes and his lips were full with a soft red tint to them. I nodded slightly to say “hi” and then quickly stared at my laptop keyboard and pretended to type. My face was flushed with embarrassment. As he walked by, I shifted my position slightly so I could get a better look at his shoes as he walked by. They were long and narrow. Given my past experience with feet, I figured them to be close to a size 10. He disappeared from my view and moments later he re-appeared on the mezzanine headed for a table along the railing directly in my view. I was in trouble!
He sat down facing me and proceeded to empty his backpack and setup his books and laptop. David then distracted me and we engaged in small talk while he took a break from studying. While we talked I would take the occasional opportunity to look up to see what my object of desire was up to. His eyes and head were darting back and forth from his books to his laptop. Every now and then he would stop and peer over his laptop screen in my general direction as if to see what I was doing. I think my imagination was beginning to run wild and dismissed the notion of him actually being interested in anything I was doing.
My friend eventually went back to studying and I began to surf the web. Then at some point, movement caught my eye and I looked up to see my crush throw his arms back and legs out to stretch. He looked at me quickly with a smile and then settled down in his chair until his face was obscured by the laptop screen.
What happened next took me by surprise. He started to slip his shoes off. I had been hoping for this moment! Had he read my mind? I leaned back in my chair and watched as his feet emerged out of their hiding places. He rubbed them together back and forth and wiggled his toes. His white, moist socks tightly followed every contour of his feet with the word “HANES” prominently visible on the balls of his feet. He had beautiful arches and his toes were evenly matched. My heart started to race and I was becoming aroused. From my vantage point, I could look up and see his feet perfectly. My mind was racing. Are they soft? Is he ticklish? I readjusted my pants as discreetly as I could and tried to focus on surfing the web.
At some point I looked up and he was looking right at me. He gave me that same subtle smile and started to wiggle his toes. Did he know? Had I given my fetish away when he caught me looking at his shoes as he walked by? Does he have a foot fetish, too? I was going insane. This guy had moxey! He was teasing me and he looked like he took great delight in doing so. At this point, David uttered “smoke break.” I didn’t smoke but I needed the fresh air and joined him outside. We talked while he smoked.
No sooner had he lit his second cigarette when I saw the student leave the coffee shop. “NO!” I muttered to myself. I was so intrigued by him and now he was gone. David and I returned to our table and after an hour, he called it quits and we went home. As I lay in my bed that night, I relived those wonderful scenes over and over in my head. I wondered if I would see my crush again. My eyes grew heavy and I was off to dreamland.
We returned a few times after that day but I never saw him again. Spring weather turned into early summertime and the spring semester was over and most of the students had gone, along with my hopes of ever seeing my crush again. I was disappointed. I then realised why they were called “crushes”. If they didn’t hurt, they would be called something else.
The summer session started soon afterwards and I found myself there a few more times with David. I didn’t mind. Colleges have their advantages, especially in warmer climates. Most of the student body will be scantily clad which means flip flops and a foot fetishist’s dream. Unfortunately, there are also the people that should be banned from showing their ugly feet in public. One of my pet peeves is unkept feet. The summer session dragged on and even though there were plenty of hot guys and feet, “he” was not to be found. With 50,000 students in the university system, chances were pretty slim that I would ever see him again. I resigned myself to that fact…until one day in early September.
THE SECOND ENCOUNTER
I was at “The Daily Grind” again. I had become so accustomed to going there with my friend that I often found myself going there often to work on my own projects. The fall semester was in full swing and the campus was once again swarming with students. That particular evening the coffee shop was more crowded than usual. There must have been some sort of function because the place was crowded with sorority girls and ‘debutants’. The place reminded me of a hen house with all the chatter that was going on. I was thankful that I had recently bought a pair of those new Shure EC-4 noise canceling earphones. I turned up the volume on my laptop and my playlist soon drowned out all the noise. I quickly immersed myself in my work.
I had an eye for beauty so I would occasionally look up to scan the girls that were sitting close by. It was at that moment that I saw one of them tap her friend on the arm and motion to the front door. I looked to see what had caught their attention and to my surprised, it was none other than the student that had captured my interest in the spring. My heart started to race. He wearing a Dri-Fit shirt, running shorts, no show socks, and some high end running shoes. His hair was wet and his face glistened with beads of sweat. He made his way towards the back to where the restrooms were and I followed his every move to the men’s room. I heard some giggling and I looked over at the girls and they were both looking at me shaking their heads and laughing. I was so busted for undressing him with my eyes as he walked to the men’s room. I smiled at them and then went back to my work. I was completely embarrassed. I kept my eye on the men’s room door waiting for him to come out.
15 minutes later, he finally came out. His face was now wiped clean and he was running his fingers through his hair until it became spiky. He walked up to the coffee bar and stood in line. He looked around as he waited. I sat there and just stared. His eyes finally met mine. He scrunched his eyebrows as if in recognition and the threw me a faint smile. My heart then started to pound and I looked away. I looked back at him and he was at the bar ordering bottled water. I wondered where he kept his wallet with those shorts because all I could see was his ‘package’ and no pockets. He produced a card from a hidden inner pocket.
By this time, I too, needed water and made my way over to the water urn. I grabbed a small plastic cup and proceeded to fill it. At that point he had walked over to where I was to grab a few napkins. I got distracted by him and overfilled my cup. Water went everywhere! “Shit!” I exclaimed, “they put these damn cups here that are too small and they fill up before you know it.” He laughed and politely handed me some napkins. I knelt down to wipe up the spill. His shoes were right there facing me! He was flexing his toes and I could see them moving through the mesh of his running shoe. Bastard!
I finished cleaning up the spill and stood up. I had to reach around him to throw the napkin in the trash and when I did, I accidentally (on purpose) grazed his side as I retracted my arm. He twitched. Oooooo, he must be ticklish! “I take it you are a serious runner?” I asked. “Your Mizumos are pretty expensive.” He smirked. “No, not anymore. I used to run cross country back in high school and got used to wearing Mizumos.” I had guessed right! He was a runner. “Do you run?” he asked me. “Only when chased,” I replied. He laughed pretty hard. God, I loved his laugh. It was also the first time I noticed how nice his smile was. Nothing ruins a conversation like jacked up teeth.
I also took this moment to study him a little more and I made a quick scan of him. He was slightly taller than I so I figured him for about 5′ 9″. I studied his hand as he wiped his forehead. He had cute, dainty hands and his nails were nicely shaped and pink. In my past experience with feet, I had also learned that a person’s hands are a good indication of what his feet might look like and I was betting on cute toes. “I was just jogging around campus to clear my mind,” he said. “I have a major engineering test this week.” My crush had now become my wet dream. Not only was he sorta cute, possibly ticklish, with nice hands and quite possibly nice feet, but he was also smart.
I introduced myself: “My name is Kristian. I think I remember seeing you here back in the spring but didn’t see you over the summer.” “My name is Jacob,” he said “but most people call me JC.” “Well I am not most people, Jacob,” I replied. He smiled. Did I just flirt with him? “Yeah,” he continued, “I took the summer off and went home.” “Are you Chem E or EE?” I asked changing the subject. “Engineering Physics,” he replied, “this is my second year and I am getting my ass kicked with the course load. What is your major?” I laughed and said: “I have been out of college for many years now. I come here usually with a young friend who is a student here.” Then there was a moment of that awkward silence when you run out of things to say. “Well I gotta get back,” he said. “It was nice meeting you.” “Yeah, likewise,” I replied. He turned and walked away. I returned to my table, quickly gathered my things and went outside to see if I could see which direction he was heading. He was gone. I sighed as I looked down the empty street. I hopped on my motorcycle and headed home to reflect on what had just transpired. Nothing like this ever happens to me and I was determined to follow up on this until it reached fruition. I still had work to finish up and I made the decision to conveniently be at the coffee shop around the same time the next day.
THIRD ENCOUNTER
The next day was another fine fall afternoon and I opted to ride my motorcycle to the coffee shop. When I got there, the place was rather empty for a Thursday which was unusual but I welcomed the silence nevertheless. I found a nice isolated spot towards the back. I unloaded my backpack and went about my work hoping Jacob would show.
I had been there for about and hour before Jacob showed up. He was dressed rather nice this time. He was wearing a white knit short sleeve polo shirt and khaki shorts. He wore normal white crew length socks that he had scrunched down at his ankles and white Kswiss tennis style shoes. He was a major distraction! He stood at the entranceway and surveyed the establishment. He saw me and gave me a nod. I was hoping he would sit with or by me but he chose a table up front instead. I was disappointed.
He sat down, unloaded his backpack and began to study. I went back to my work, watching him occasionally. He would often look up and one time he busted me looking at him. He threw me a sideways smirk and went back to studying. After some time he went up to get some water. He stood there for a few seconds taking small sips and I decided to make my move. I walked up to the water urn to pour myself a cup. He was standing right next to me. “You are not going to overfill your cup again, are you?” he smirked. He made the mistake of being arm’s length from me. I reached out and poked him in the side just under his ribs and said “SHUSH!” He yipped and brought his arms tightly against his sides. His cup jerked violently and he ended up splashing water on his shorts in the most embarrassing spot imaginable. He began to blush. I giggled. “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t realise that you were that ticklish.” I was looking at him right in those doe eyes when I said that and I saw his pupils dilate. Oh my! Was there something to this autonomic reaction? My interest was definitely piqued and I got butterflies in my stomach.
I handed him a few napkins. “Here you go,” still giggling. I quickly changed the subject: “I see you have a 15″ Powerbook.” “It is actually a Mac Book Pro. I just got it,” he said. “Very nice,” I replied, “I have a 17″ Powerbook.” “That is a huge screen,” he commented. “Well, I have a small penis and I have to make up for it” I retorted. He laughed hard- music to my ears. It had a high pitch to it, almost child-like. There was also something about the timber of his voice that I found quite soothing so I kept him talking. “How do you like it so far?” I asked. “Well, my Toshiba laptop just died the other day and it was really ancient so I thought I would try the new Macs since a lot of students seem to have them. I really have not toyed with it too much but I love it so far,” he replied as he tried to dry that rather large water spot on his crotch. “Well, I really need to get back to studying,” he said. “I have a physics test tomorrow that is stressing me out.” We both went back to our tables. My curiosity about those dilating pupils still had my attention.
I recalled him saying he was still learning his new Mac Book and if he followed the setup wizards without paying too much attention, mainly iChat, he might have inadvertently given me an “in”. I looked around to see who else had Macs and there were only a few. I already had iChat running so I logged into Bonjour on a whim. I looked at the list of computers that came up and out of the two, one read: “JC”. It had to be him! I clicked on that name and sent the words tickle tickle in the window. I watched to see his reaction. He scrunched his eyebrows and moved his head back. He looked up and around and immediately saw me laughing and pointing at him. He looked down and started to type. “WTF!!!” came back as the reply followed by: “How did you do that?” A movie quote instantly popped into my head and I replied: “You have got to learn WHY things work on a Starship. Each ship has its own combination code to prevent an enemy to do what we’re attempting; using our console to order Reliant to lower her shields.” I saw him read and then start laughing. He then typed: “ROFL! Wrath of Kahn ruled.” Yes! I was in for sure! “No seriously,” he continued. “How did you do that?” I proceeded to explain what Bonjour allows you to do and that it was on a whim that he might have launched with iChat. “I wondered what that was and why it kept launching when I open iChat” he typed. I replied with a smiley face and then told him that I would let him alone to study.
A few hours had gone by and I had completed my work awhile ago and was now just kicked back listening to iTunes. I was interrupted by a “pop” which startled me. I looked down at my screen and noticed a new dialog window from JC:
JC: hey…
Me: sup?
Me: shouldn’t you be studying?
JC: nm…my brain is mush right now.
JC: i think i am done 4 the nite
Me: Is your crotch still wet?
JC: lol no
Me: Sorry about that. didn’t think you were that ticklish ^_^
JC: u have no idea
Me: orly?
JC: yarly
JC: im heading back to my dorm. im tired and have an early test.
Me: np. good talking to ya. hey…will you give me your s/n?
JC: sure xxjc2000xx
Me: how original :rolleyes
Me: mine is xkristian1138x
JC: haha, as is thx1138?
Me: damn you’re good!
JC: 😛 ok ttyl
Me: bye
With that he signed off, gathered his things and left. I soon followed and headed home. As I rode home, I could not get him off my mind. I almost wrecked because I was not paying attention. When I got home, I crawled into bed and laid there. I could not fall asleep despite being tired. My mind was racing but could not focus on any one thing, let alone clear my mind. I started to fantasize about how fun it would be to tickle him. I started to get hard and I slowly stroked myself to sleep.
A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME
The next day was agonising. I was trying to keep my mind off of him while at work. At the end of the day, I was anxious to hurry home. As luck would have it, there was a major bottleneck on the main artery home. It was a toll road and I was frustrated because traffic was at a standstill and the nearest exit wasn’t for another few miles. 45 minutes had gone by before I reached an exit. I made my way through some side roads but they weren’t any better. I was getting close to campus so I decided to head to the coffee shop and wait out the traffic before I committed a homicide. At least I had internet access there and I signed on. Much to my delight, Jacob was online and I pinged him.
Me: Hey Jacob
JC: hey
Me: How did your test go?
JC: eh, not so good. i think i barely passed and to top it off i have tons of homework to do over the weekend.
Me: suxors. I miss my college days but not the work.
JC: hey g2g. my dormmate just got here and we are going to go out for a while.
Me: OK man, TTYL.
With that he signed off. A few of my other friends were online so I killed time chatting with them before I finally headed home. It was late night before I saw Jacob sign on again.
Me: Feel any better?
JC: yeah a bit…just tired now.
Me: Sorry again about the other day when I made you spill the water on yourself.
JC: heh. it’s ok. i kinda asked for it.
Me: I didn’t think you’d be that ticklish.
JC: haha, yeah.
Me: I bet you got tickled a lot as a kid.
JC: eh, not really.
Me: Heh, when I was younger I used to watch the neighbour’s kid after school until his mother got home. He was really ticklish and got tickled anytime he got out of line. Funny…he would come looking for trouble and I was more than happy to punish him.
Me: Did you have any babysitters that did that?
JC: nope, they were too busy talking to their friends on the phone and basically left me alone.
Me: How boring! I can’t believe you never got tickled.
JC: well there was this one time…the neighbour’s son tom was out moving the sprinkler to a new spot and me and a friend were bored and decided to play a prank. tom had turned off the water and went to move the sprinkler. me and my friend ran over to the spigot and while i pinched off the hose, my friend turned the water back on.
Me: lol
JC: we peeked around the corner
JC: when he bent over to grab the sprinkler, i let go of the hose and he got soaked.
Me: ROFL! That’s awesome!
Me: What did he do?
JC: he took off after us and we ran.
JC: my friend cut across me and tripped me up. by the time i got up, tom pounced on me and grabbed my shirt tail as i tried to get away.
JC: i thought i was smart and tried to slip out of the shirt but that backfired.
Me: oh? How so?
JC: the shirt got stuck over my head with my arms trapped. he managed to force me to the ground and that is when he got me.
Me: What did he do?
JC: he pinned my trapped hands with his knees and tickled my armpits.
Me: heehee and your friend?
JC: he got away and left me there.
Me: bastard!
Me: How long did he tickle you?
JC: not long that time.
Me: THAT time?
JC: yeah, we did it to him again a few months later.
Me: heh, you didn’t learn your lesson the first time, did you?
JC: nope and they got me good this time!
Me: They?
JC: yeah his friend was over and after they caught me they pulled my shirt over my head, held my arms over my head while tom sat on me and tickled my sides and armpits. i thought i was going to die. he was relentless and i just wanted to crawl out of my skin.
Me: Oh man, that sounds like torture!
JC: yeah but after it was all over i kinda liked it.
By this time my heart was racing and I had a hard on. I had always wanted to tickle someone like that but never really had gotten the chance. Sure I had tickled the kids I babysat but I was scared that they would tell their parents if I overdid it.
Me: Oh? liked it how?
JC: well i am kinda embarrassed but it was kind erotic.
Me: wow! did you get hard?
JC: yeah kinda. there was just something about him having control over me.
JC: it was rather embarrassing later on
Me: How so?
JC: well when i got into high school, may father was trying to get me to go into sports. he had been a varsity wrestler so i gave that a shot.
Me: and?
JC: well it turned out that i was a bit too ticklish and would sometimes laugh when we got into the starting position and the other guy’s hand lighty touched my stomach. i would get pinned instantly.
Me: lol
JC: yeah it reminded me of when i got pinned by tom and it made for a potentially embarrassing situation.
Me: what did you do?
JC: i went out for cross country running instead.
Me: ah.
JC: yeah, i think about that tickling incident sometimes.
Me: Did he ever do it again?
JC: no, he left for college soon after.
Me: 🙁
JC: yeah, anyways it is really late and i need to get to bed. i have a lot of studying to do tomorrow.
Me: OK. TTYL.
After he signed off I just sat there in disbelief at what he had told me. I was so hard, too! Jacob had now become my fantasy.
FANTASIES
It was a few days later before I saw Jacob again. He was at the coffee shop when I went there and was sitting alone in the back corner. The place was extremely crowded and he had some room at his table so I took the chance and walked up to him. He looked up as I approached and nodded. “Do you mind if I join you?” I asked. “It is kinda crowded tonight.” He said: “Sure, but I won’t be too talkative. I have tons to do.” I told him that was fine and explained to him that when I come here with David that sometimes we rarely say anything to each other while he studies. He simply nodded and went back to studying.
I unpacked my backpack and fired up the Powerbook and iTunes. We had been there a few hours when the frustration started to show on his face. He was leaning on his elbows with his hands gripping his hair. I decided to be cute and sent him an IM. “You’re sexy when you are frustrated….rarrrr!” He looked at me and shook his head and typed a reply: “dork” I laughed and he went back to studying. 30mins later he finally cracked and pulled out his earphones and threw them down. I took mine out and in my best Yoda voice said: “Frustrated, we are.” He smirked as he rubbed his eyes with his hand. “I can’t figure this shit out and it is driving me nuts,” he said.
“Why don’t you take a little break. I’ll buy you a coffee,” I told him and I went up the bar and waited in line. I looked over at him and he had his hands in his hair and was leaning on his elbows. Poor guy. Then I noticed something. A rather cute guy had walked passed his table and he watched him go by. I was looking right at Jacob when he turned back and saw me looking at him. He looked away quickly and put his head down. I grabbed our coffees and sat down at our table. By now I was bursting with curiosity. We sat there for a few seconds looking at each other as we took a sips of our coffees knowing full well what had just transpired and there was that uncomfortable silence. I finally just came out and said to him: “I saw you looking at that guy.” He shifted positions uncomfortably and gave me a sheepish look. “It’s OK,” I said. “I’m, cool with it. Are you gay?” I asked. His eyes got big and he looked around quickly to see if anyone had heard me and then gave me a serious look. I cowered a bit and pointed to his screen. I sent him and IM:
Me: What’s the matter, no one is listening nor cares
JC: well i care!!
Me: So are you?
JC: i dunno. kinda…not sure
Me: It’s OK.
JC: are u?
Me: I look and have experimented a bit, that’s all
JC: im too scared to try anything
Me: It’s OK…it is natural.
Me: What would you want to do with a guy?
JC: dunno!
Me: What did you like about the guy you checked out then?
JC: i dunno, he was nice looking..stop asking me all these questions!!!!
Me: What about that Tom guy?
JC: he was ugly!
Me: But you thought him tickling you was erotic?
JC: sorta
JC: just something about being tickled like that…i dunno
Me: fantasy maybe?
JC: yeah i guess. i hated it but liked it at the same time
Me: It’s a paradox
Me: Well you could not see w/your shirt over your face so there is that slight fear of not knowing what is going to happen.
JC: yeah…hang on..phone
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He answered it and listened for a bit. Then I heard a “WHAT?? ARE YOU KIDDING?!” He was quite agitated and he stepped outside. A few minutes later he returned, frustrated. “What was that all about?” I asked. He slammed the phone down. “I don’t want to talk about right now. I need to figure this homework out.” He went back to studying and I went back to working some more and listening to music. Some time had passed when his phone rang again. He looked at the number and said “finally” and answered it. He listened for a few seconds and then said: “EXCUSE ME? I NEED TO WHA…..” With that, he went stepped out again. He was out there for quite a while before he came back in. He sat down and growled. “What now?” I asked. “That was my dorm mate. He told me not to come by because he finally has this girl that he has been trying to hook up with and needs the room for the night. This sucks!”
I could not have planned this better if I had tried. “What are you going to do now? This is a 24 hr coffee shop. That couch looks comfy!” I joked. “Fuck off!” he said. “OK seriously, what are you going to do?” I asked again in anticipation of a possible opportunity. “I dunno. I tried calling a friend but he did not answer. I really don’t need this shit right now” he said and he leaned on his elbows with hands pulling on his hair. “If you keep pulling your hair like that, you will go bald” I joked. He didn’t say anything. “Well, you could always crash at my place. I have a guest room,” I told him. He looked up and muttered: “I don’t have much of a choice it seems.” He put his head down again. I smiled. “This is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swappin’ manly stories, and in the mornin’ I’m makin’ waffles” I quipped. He started to laugh and looked up at me and gave me the finger. “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade,” I remarked.
I hate taking advantage of people in bad situations but this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. I told him we could leave whenever he was ready. He was definitely ready at this point and gathered up his stuff and I packed up my backpack. “Where are you parked, or did you walk from the dorm?” I asked. ” I drove. The Teggy is just down the street around the next corner” he said. “Teggy?” I inquired. “My Intergra. That is what I call it” he said. I looked at him and said: “Gay!!” He told me to fuck off once more and we walked outside. “Well I rode the motorcycle and got rockstar parking” as I pointed to the bike, “so I will meet you at your car and you can follow me home. I live about 10 miles from here.” He turned and walked away. I fisted up and jumped in the air with a “YES!” I donned my gear and met him at his car.
LEMONADE FROM LEMONS
It was a 20 minute drive to my house from the coffee shop. I rolled up into my garage and he parked his car next to mine in the driveway. I took my helmet off and walked to his car. He was fumbling with stuff as I opened his door. “What time is your first class tomorrow?” I asked. “Not until 11 and I don’t care if that chick is still there, I need to clean up before class,” he replied. “Fortunately, I say fortunately, I keep a spare set of toothbrushes for in case such an emergency” I told him imitating Foghorn Leghorn. He smirked and shook his head. I poked him in his side and said: “I can taste that lemonade now.” He giggled and pulled away.
We walked in, slipped off our shoes and showed him to his room. “I have to pee, ” he said. I showed him the bathroom and he went in. I seized the moment and I ran over to his shoes. They were the Nikes he was wearing when I first saw him. I looked at the label on the tongue and it read : US 9.5 UK8.5 EUR 43. I was close to my original estimation of 10. I gave them a quick sniff. There was just a light scent which surprised me for shoes of that age. He must really have nice, clean feet. I put my hand inside one of them. I could feel all the indentations that his foot made. I started to get aroused as I mapped out his feet in my mind.
I heard the bathroom door open and I dropped his shoe. SHIT. I leaned down and started to arrange all the shoes neatly as he came around the corner. I don’t think he suspected anything. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. He asked if I had anything to drink and I pointed to the fridge. He grabbed a soda and came over and sat right next to me on the couch. There was plenty of room but instead he sat close, almost touching me, which I found intriguing. He stretched his legs out in front of him and flexed his feet. Damn this was driving me insane. He looked over and said: “I really appreciate this. I dunno where I was going to go for the night.” I told him it was not a problem. By this time my erection was raging and needed to do something quick and readjust before he noticed so I got up to get something to drink. I stepped over his legs and he attempted to trip me. “Hey now,” I said smiling. He giggled. I started to pour some water and heard him say: “Don’t spill it all over the floor again.” I came around the corner and called him a punk. I stepped over his legs and again, he tried to trip me up making me splash some water on myself. He started to laugh. I could no longer contain myself! I set the water down and I pounced on him. He attempted to defend himself but I got my hands in before he could do anything. I started to tickle his sides. He tried curling up in a ball but it was no use.
-“No nooooooo!! s-s-s-stop he he he he ha ha ha!”
“Ticklish people should NOT annoy others!” I said and I released him. I sat down next to him as he was regaining his composure.
-“Ha ha ha heh……phew.”
We sat there for a little while watching the TV. I reached for my glass of water and started to take a drink. He nudged my elbow causing me to spill some more water and he giggled. I put the water down and spun around with my hands up and wide open. “NO!” he cried. I grabbed his free hand with mine and grabbed his side with my other hand.
-AH!! s-s-s-s-s-hit! ha ha ha!”
“You have this obsession with water in people’s faces, don’t you? You still haven’t learned your lesson since Tom, have you?” I said to him as he giggled. I released him and we started to watch TV once again. I started to feel his elbow push up against mine and could tell he was laughing silently. “Keep it up, laughing boy…keep it up.” By now I was really hard and my heart was thumping. I saw him reach for the throw pillow next to him and place it in his lap. He must have gotten aroused and was embarrassed. I think I might be able to use this to my advantage. I took my pillow and placed it on the coffee table and stretched out my legs on top of the pillow. He placed his legs on the table but without the pillow. He liked to wiggle his toes a lot which drove me nuts. I wonder if he knew that? “Why don’t you place the pillow under your legs? That glass top is hard on the legs” I said. “Nah, I’m fine,” he replied. “Are you sure?” I said. “Yes!” he replied and he placed his arms squarely on the pillow. He was so embarrassed. “Are you sure?” I asked again, “Are you hiding something?” “Yes!” he said. “I mean no.. I’m…I’m not hiding anything and yes I am fine.” I started to reach for the pillow and was met by his hand. “No!” he said. I tried again. “No! n-n-n-oo!” as he giggled and fought me off. He was so cute. I really wanted to embarrass him but also wanted to get him to overcome his shyness. I grabbed the pillow and tried to pull it from him. He had a firm grasp on it. He started to giggle. I made my move. I started to poke him in the side to get him to release the pillow. He jerked away violently in an attempt to fend me off.
-“NO! D-d-d-don’t tickle me! That’s….that’s not fair!!”
“Why? You’re not ticklish, are you?” I said.
-“Ha ha ha ha…y-y-y-es! “
Oh those words were music to my ears. By now he was on his back and I was on top of him. I managed to get my hand under the pillow and on his stomach.
-“O-o-o-o-K! HA HA HA! “
I pulled my hand off his stomach and moved it quickly down the side of his jeans, along the inside of leg and finally onto his crotch.
-“Ah hahahahahha NO wait wait wait!!”
I stopped and had him pinned him with my weight with my hand on his erection. I slowly leaned up to him and softly whispered in his ear: “Don’t be embarrassed. I have a feeling you wanted this to happen or you would have not started it.” His breathing was heavy but was slowing down. I got up off of him and took the pillow from him. He lay there regaining his breath. He looked at me with those doe eyes, looked away and then back again. I sat back down on the couch. He got up and sat right up against me. I savoured the moment and just enjoyed having him up against me. We watched the TV for a while. I finally looked at him and asked: “Did you get the same feeling when I tickled you as you did with Tom?” He looked at me and slowly nodded. Then I asked him if he wanted to relive that experience. Again, he slowly nodded. I whispered in his ear: “I have wanted to tickle you from the moment I saw you.” I grabbed him by the hand and I led him into my room.
MAPPING
We entered my room and he sat on the bed. I was totally unprepared and had to improvise as I went so I just started asking him some questions while I thought up of a plan now that I finally had him.
“How ticklish are you?”
-“Pretty bad.”
“Can you hold it or fight it off anywhere?”
-Not really, I laugh out load easily”
“Yeah I noticed that on the couch. Do you like being ticklish?”
-“I dunno, I guess…it is kinda fun.”
“What is it about being ticklish that you like?
-“I dunno, just horniness I guess.” (giggles)
“So it would not take me long to get you hard then would it?”
-“Just tying me up would do that.” (giggles again)
WOW! Where did this person come from? He seemed so shy and embarrassed when I got him horny on the couch. I guess he finally started to get comfortable. I decided to keep going to see where it led.
“Oh?”
-“Well remember when I told you about Tom and his friend pinning me down and tickling the crap out of me? Even though I thought I was going to die, there was something about being out of control that was a rush. I didn’t think about it at the time. I just wanted to get away. It happened a little later when I was thinking about it one night and I noticed that I had gotten hard.”
“Were you tickled a lot as a kid then? Ticklish kids often do. Maybe that is where that came from.”
-“Eh, not really. I got tickled a few times by girls in high school and that was fun, but not much, really.”
I asked him to take off his pants. He stood up and slowly unbuttoned them and slowly let them down as I fumble around in one of my drawers. He stood there in his boxers and his erection from earlier was gone. He started to take off his socks but I told him he could leave them on. They were normal crew socks and I had plans for them later. I found a bandana that was suitable enough for a blindfold. “What is that for?” he asked. “You’ll see, or rather, won’t see,” I replied. I walked around behind him and placed the banana on his head and covered his eyes. I turned him around to make sure it was secure and covering his eyes. “What are you going to do?” he asked. “I am going to tie you down to the bed. I looked down and his erection was starting to come back and his breathing increased slightly.
I walked into my closet and grabbed a whole bunch of ties that I no longer wore and tossed them on the bed. He turned his head in the direction of the sound and then he turned back in my direction as I walked behind him and whispered in his ear: “Let me take your shirt off.” I started to see a smile appear. I reached down and grabbed the bottom edges of his shirt. I could feel his breathing start to get heavier with the anticipation. I slowly lifted his shirt and started to pull it up. I made sure that my fingers softly ran along his sides. He squealed, started to laugh and tried to protect himself. I had a hard time taking his shirt off because of all his squirming but I finally got if off. I had to readjust his blindfold. By now his chest was heaving slightly and what a nice chest it was. It was totally smooth and tone, not an inch of body fat anywhere on his torso. He had the body of a marathon runner and he had a nice tan. Summer had been good to him. I led him to the bed and slowly laid him down, making sure his head was comfortably placed on the pillow. I grabbed some ties and started to tie his hands to the corners. His erection started to get larger and was now starting to poke through the front opening of his boxers. I decided to keep talking.
“Where is your most ticklish spot?”
-“I dunno, feet, sides, underarms, all are good.”
Just him mentioning feet was music to my ears!
“Well some areas are more sensitive than others” I continued.
-“My balls are pretty sensitive when I stroke them.”
“So you would laugh harder if I ran my fingers on the bottom of balls than like…say…your arm pits?”
-“I dunno.”
“Now if i ran my fingers on the soles of your feet, would you be able to hold it at all or would you totally explode laughing?”
-“Probably couldn’t hold it.”
Christ! I was started to get hard myself with all that talk about his feet. I am dying to get at them. “I am going to take your boxers off.” He simply nodded in acknowledgment. I slowly pulled them off to expose his cock. He was pretty smooth all over and there was not much hair down there. His erect penis was now slightly up against his body with a little bit of space. I ran my hand down his leg as I headed down to his feet. I could hear him suck air through his teeth as I did, and his penis flexed slightly as he tightened his stomach muscles. I pulled on his leg a bit to make sure his foot was hanging over the edge of the corner. This also effectively pulled him taught. I scrunched his sock down and then secured his foot. I slowly ran my finger along his socked sole to test. I could hear him trying to hold breath to keep from laughing but I could hear little bursts come out his nose. He tried to pull his leg away but it was not going anywhere. I moved over to his other ankle and secured it. I tested this foot, too. His reaction was a little stronger this time.
-“Teee he he”
He must be more ticklish on his right foot. It is not uncommon for one foot to be more sensitive than the other. I stood back and gazed at Jacob. His head was moving side as if trying to see where I was. “Are your bonds too tight?” I asked as his head focused on my voice. He shook his head. I continued: “You are totally helpless and about to be tickled somewhere but I will give you a choice to choose where.” “I dunno where,” he replied. “Well I would imagine someone would choose their least vulnerable spot. Where is that?” I asked. “I dunno,” he said again.
This presently me with a interesting opportunity to try something I have been wanting to do since I was a teen. I walked into the computer room and grabbed some printer paper and a marker. He heard the paper rustling and asked me what I was doing. “I am going to map your body,” I told him. “M-map?” he asked. “Yes, since you are not sure where your you are or are not ticklish, I am going to methodically test areas of your body and note them on this piece of paper.” I drew a crude outline of a body similar to one used in autopsies. “Oh God,” he replied. He started to breathe a bit harder now.
“We will use a scale of 1-10 with 5 being the threshold at which you start to at least giggle,” I explained to him. “Well I am a 10 all over,” he said. “Hmmm, we will have to just find out, won’t we?” I said. I walked over to the left side of the bed. He started to shift his position to try to move away from the direction he heard me approach. His breathing rate went up slightly. I sat next to his thigh and ran my finger along the shaft of his erect penis. He sucked in bunch of air as he tried to contain himself. I grabbed his cock with my thumb and index finger and pulled it up. I blew across the tip a few times and then tapped. “Hello? Hello? Testing 1-2-3. Is this thing on?” I quipped. That got him laughing. “I held his penis and spoke into it: “March 20th, 2007, 2330 hrs. Subject is a male caucasian approximately 19 years of age. Height: 5′ 9″ Weight….what is your weight, anyways?” I asked. He said “130” as he giggled. “Weight: 130. Feet: 9.5. Subject’s sensitivity to touch will be tested and documented.” With that I got up and moved to his feet.
THE GAME’S AFOOT
I made my way to one of the corners of the bed. I had made a mental note about which foot was more sensitive. I stopped in front of the left one which had been the lesser of the two saving the other for last. I stood there looking down at Jacob. He had his head up and was looking around the room trying to determine where I was. His breaths were deep, most likely a combination of trepidation and anticipation of the inevitable. I dragged a chair up to the corner which gave my location away and he turned to focus on what I was doing. I sat there looking at his socked foot. He had a beautiful arch, not too high and not flat. His foot was narrow which made it looker longer that it really was and his big toe was even with the one beside it and the curve down to his little toe was not too abrupt. “HANES” was prominently stitched in red letters just bellow his toes. I remembered seeing his socked feet at a distance months ago but now I got a chance to study them a bit better. I gotta admit, I find feet in white socks, as well as bare, very hot, and I definitely wanted to get his Hanes on me.
Now that he discerned where I was, his foot started to move in the makeshift restraints. His toes were wiggling and he would occasionally try to scrunch up his foot in a vain attempt to protect it. I placed my hand on the top of instep. He gasped quickly and jerked his foot back. I started to caress the instep with the palm of my hand. “That feels good,” he said. I slowly rubbed up and down and then started to use my fingers. He tried to pull back. I could see his stomach muscles tighten as he bit his lower lip trying to keep from laughing. I wrapped my fingers around to the inside of his arch and started to stroke lightly with my index finger. He took a deep breath, his foot jerking back. I started to draw a circle in the middle of his arch. He started to giggle.
-“Tee he he he he “
“My my Jacob. I think we are at least a “5” here, don’t you agree?” I said. He was giggling intermittently trying desperately to contain his laughter.
-“Yes Yes! hehehe it t-t-t-tickles-s-s-s-s-s-s hehe”
I moved my way down to his heel. He stopped laughing but his foot kept twitching. “Stop moving your foot,” I told him. “S-s-stop tickling my foot and I will s-s-stop,” he replied. I sighed sarcastically so he could hear me and grabbed his toes with my left hand and pushed them back to make his sole tight and to expose the underside of his toes. “No! Don’t!” he asked. My finger went from his heel to along the outer edge.
-“Aha hahaha shit that really t-t-t-tickles!”
I stayed there for a bit since I had finally got him laughing.
-“Hahaha hehehe s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s hahaha!”
His laugh was great as he lay there struggling to pull his foot away. I could see the faint outlines of a six pack appear on his stomach as it pulsated up and down with his laughter. He penis was bouncing up and down slightly. I noticed my own erection starting to fill my jeans. I migrated from the edge of his foot to his arch.
-“Hahaha hahaha hehehehe”
I started on the ball of his foot moving side to side along the edge of the ball and arch. He started to laugh a bit harder.
-“Ahahahaha hehehehehe”
I moved to drawing a circle on the ball of his foot where his big toe met the arch. His reaction was awesome. He started to pull back harder but the restraints held. I spent some time moving around the bottom of his socked foot. The laughter kept coming.
-“Hahahahaha hehehehehe hahaha hehehe s-s-s-s-s-s.”
“Are your feet ticklish, Jacob?” I asked.
-“Y-y-y-yeeessss hahaha hehehehe”
I decided to stop to give him a rest and catch his breath. I wanted to ease him in. “Not bad, Jacob. I think I am going to have a great time with you!” I told him. “Oh God I am going to die,” he said trying to catch his breath. I got up from my chair and made my way along the edge of the bed. I ran my hand up his leg from his shin to the inside of his thigh. He immediately started to laugh when I got to his inner thigh but it was a bit different than his laughter from the foot tickling.
His laugh was intermittently punctuated with slight moans. I sat on the bed. He immediately shifted trying to protect himself but he didn’t have much play in his binds. I moved my hand along the inside of his inner thigh and then up under his balls. He tightened his stomach and arched up slightly. His balls retracted as if trying to suck back into his body and his penis lifted up off his body. He let out a loud laugh.
-“AAAAAAAH haha hahahahahahahahaha”
“Wow Jacob, that was a good reaction. You balls are pretty ticklish” I remarked. I started to hear sounds of pleasure in his laugh.
“Ah hahaha hahaha oh oh oh ah ah ahahahaha ah ah”
I took both my hands and cradled his balls with my fingers running under them where his scrotum met his body. He continued to laugh but his moans became more prominent. I ran my fingers along the edges of his shaft but not going all the way to the glans. His laughter died down and he started moan.
“Aaaaaaah ooooh God! ooooohhhhh aaaaaaah heh heh heh.”
I continued slowly and lightly up and down the sides and along the underside. I figured this was a good way to let him catch his breath while keeping the stimulation going. “Do you like when I do this?” I asked. “Oooooh God yes! I’ve never had anyone do that to me. This is incredible,” he replied. “You’ve never had anyone touch you there before?” I asked as he panted trying to catch his breath while stimulated. “I had a girlfriend in highschool and we messed around a bit and lost our virginities but she never did anything like that.” “How would you rate the ticklishness?” I continued. “The stroking is about a 4 but under my balls is about a 7,” he answered. “How does it compare to your socked foot?” I asked. “It tickles a little more but it is a different type of sensation than the foot. It is kinda hard to describe,” he said. “Yeah, it looks pretty hard to me,” I quipped about his erection. I stopped the edging. “Why did you stop? I want to cum,” he inquired. “I can’t let you do that just yet,” I replied. I moved my fingers to his other inner thigh. He squealed and immediately started laughing.
-“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ah ahahahahaha”
I started rubbing both his inner thighs at this point. He was laughing pretty good at this point. I made my way down to his right foot. I employed the same technique as I did with his other foot but this time he immediately laughed when I tickled his arch.
-“Eeeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehehehehehe hahahahahahahaha”
I continued with the rest of his foot making sure I hit all the spots.
-“Ha ha ha ha ha hahahahaha ha ha ha ha he he he he heeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhahaha”
After a few minutes I stopped to give him a break and to evalute what we had just done.
“So how did that foot compare to the other?”
-(catching breath)”It……it was more ticklish.
“So a 6 for your left socked foot, 7 for balls and about 8 for your right socked foot?”
-(still panting)”Huh huh huh huh yesss…ssound about right.”
I documented the sheet of paper I had. “Oh and the inner thighs?”
-“Uh…6.”
“Alrighty then!”
THE OBELISK
Up to this point, I had been tickling poor Jacob. Even though he had an erection for a little while, the rush of blood to his torso to fuel his chest muscles had all but killed his boner. I figured I would give him a bit of a tickling break and erect the Obelisk of Rameses II.
With his hands and feet bound at the corners of the bed, this left some room in the middle where I could sit. I jumped up on the bed which startled him and I sat between his legs facing him. I ran my fingers along the insides of his thighs, and up under his balls. He immediately started laughing. As much as I wanted to keep going, I wanted to make it worth his while, too. I let my fingers run up the sides of his shaft. His laughter changed to moans.
-“Hahahahaha ha ha h-h-h ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh”
I ran my fingers for a bit up and down the sides of his shaft and part of the scrotum, enough to stimulate him but not enough to make him laugh. Blood started to flow back into the erectile tissue and it was not long before it was erect again. At this point I was pretty aroused myself and my jeans were getting a bit tight. His head was cocked back in the pillow and his mouth was open to allow him to breathe deeply. I was intrigued by his facial expressions and used it as a visual stimulation feedback meter. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and supported it with my finger tips. My thumb rested on top. I started to slowly slide back and forth moving my thumb in a circular motion. He moaned softly and his breaths became deeper as my fingers danced up and down the length of his shaft. I would occasionally let my thumb venture onto the glans. His breaths would change from long deep ones to short staccato with the occasional audible “Ah-ah….ah.” When I would get closer to his balls with my finger tips, his mouth would close slightly and a smile would start to appear telling me it was tickling him. I loved his smile so I spent a lot of time working around where the penis joins the scrotum watching his smile change with the varying degrees of stimulation. Up to this point there had been no dialog, just the sounds of his moaning. I ran my fingers up and down some more and then headed straight for the underside of his balls.
-“Ah ah ah ohhhhhhhhh ah ah ah ohhhhhhhhhhh oho oh God aha ahahahahahahaha hahahahahaha that tickles that tickles that ticklesssssssssss ahahahahahahaha”
Laughter once again filled the room.
GENESIS 2:21- I WANT MY RIB BACK!
Poor Jacob. He was getting close to hysterics and I had not found that “10” spot yet.
-“Ahahahahahahahaha p-p-p-p-pleasssssssssss-s-s-s-se let ahahahahahahaha let me cum!”
“Oh not yet my friend, but soon,” I answered. I stopped tickling his balls to give him a chance to catch his breath again. I must admit, he had stamina. I would have died a long time ago. I sat there gazing at him as he tried to catch his breath. His tanned skin had a nice sheen to it due to the sweat with little beads forming around some of his fine body hair. It was a very nice sight to see. His upper body was very toned. His faint 6 pack that he had earlier was much more prominent now.
“How do you feel?” I asked. “I feel all silly and light-headed and my stomach muscles are burning,” he replied. “I want to cum so badly,” he added. “I do, too,” I said. “You have a sexy tummy,” I continued as I ran my finger tips lightly around belly button. I could feel his muscles ripple and convulse at my every touch. He was trying his best to contain his laughter by gritting his teeth and sorta grunting. He would occasionally snort out of his nose when I got near a sensitive spot. I continued teasing him to the point of laughter and then backed off. He caught his breath again and said “I am very thirsty and hot.” I told him that I would get him some water. As I walked out of my room I turned the ceiling fan on and went into the kitchen. I knew if I used a regular glass that his face would be doused. As much delight I would take in spilling all that water on his face to get back at him for his smart ass remarks, I still needed to sleep in my bed so I started looking for an old amusement park souvenir cup that had a flexible drinking straw. I filled the cup up with some ice water and returned to my room. I sat beside him on the bed. “I’m cold,” he said. “OK. Hang on a sec,” I told him. I reached up and dropped the fan setting a notch and walking into my bathroom to get a towel. I started to towel him off and he giggled a bit as I hit certain areas, which of course, I made a mental note. I finished drying him off and I loosened his arm restraints so I could add another pillow and get him a little more upright. “Here you go,” I said as I gingerly raised his head with my hand and placed the straw in him mouth. He started to suck the water down. “Easy Chewie,” I replied. “You are going to brain freeze or cramp up later.” He slowed his drinking and emptied the cup. As I pulled the straw out of his mouth, some of the water in the straw spilled out onto his mouth and down his chin and his neck. “I’ll get that,” I said as I put the cup down on the floor. I leaned over and sucked the water off his neck. He giggled a bit and then moaned softly. I gently continued up his neck and and chin. He turned his head so I could have a better angle. I continued up until my lips met his. He opened them slightly and turned his face towards me. I hesitated for a moment and then I gently kissed his lips. They were very soft and supple, much more that any of my previous girlfriends, and no silly lip gloss or balm. I had given some of my guy friends quick pecks on the cheeks and foreheads in greeting before but this was the first time since my first crush on a guy back when I was in high school that I had really kissed another guy. All those feelings of the innocence of youth came flooding back. I took my shirt off and got on top of him. We continued to kiss for a while. His warm chest was up against mine and I could feel his heartbeat next to mine, not to mention our erections. I ran my fingers through his hair as I kissed his lips and his neck. I moved up close to his ear and started softly singing and old Exile song.
I wanna kiss you all over
And over again
I wanna kiss you all over
‘Till the night closes in
‘Till the night closes in
I moved down his neck and down his chest. He moaned softly. I started to make my way over to his little erect nipples. I placed my warm mouth over one of them and started to run my tongue all over it. His breathing became erratic and he arched his back. His moans became a little louder.
-“Ahhhhh haaaaaaa oohhhhhhhhhhh”
I continued back and forth between his nipples and licking his chest between them. He arched his back an threw his head back and moaned.
-“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh God that is awesome. Please don’t stop.”
I kept it up and moved my hands to his arms. I gingerly nibbled and licked his nipples. I started to stray a bit away from them and started to lick towards the sides of his ribs and close to his armpits. He started to giggle and rotated to try to protect his sides but I kept at it until I finally broke him down and had him laughing.
-“Ah hahahahahaha NO! That ticklesssssssssss hahahahahaha!”
My hands started to move down his arms. He started to laugh harder and I could tell his was getting more ticklish as I ran my fingers along his biceps on my way to his arm pits. He started to plead.
-“Ahhahahahahah NO NO NO NO ahhahaha NO NO N-Not the arm pits!”
By then it was too late. My fingers were already dancing around the hollows of his armpits. He started to thrash about so I straddled him with my cock against his and my fingers in his armpits. Boy did howl and thrash about.
-“NOOOOOOO Ahahahhahaa S-S-S-S-S-Stop that tickles that tickles that tickles that tickles that ticklesssss stop! Ahhhhhahahahahahaha!
I moved my hands to his ribs squeezed. He squealed and thrashed about wildly. His restraints still had some slack in them from when I loosened them to give him a drink so there was more mobility and he took full advantage of it. He tried to roll side to side to protect his ribs. “You know,” I said, “It says in Genesis that God took a rib from man to make woman. I think I am going to have to count your ribs one by one to see how many you have.”
-“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Ahaahahhaha NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“What the matter, Jacob? You’re not ticklish there, are you?”
-“Y-y-y-y-y-yes! Ahahahahahaha S-s-s-stop! Ahahahahahah!”
With that, I started under his armpits and used my middle fingertip and made circles on each rib as I counted down both sides in the voice of “The Count” from Sesame Street.
“1! 1 Rib, Ah Ah Ahhhhhh!”
“2! 2 Ribs Ah Ah Ahhhhh!”
“3! 3 Ribs Ah Ah Ahhhhh!”
Poor Jacob was trashing wildly and was in total hysterics.
-“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!”
“4! 4 Ribs Ah Ah Ahhhhh!”
“5! Fi……Now look what you made me do. I lost the rib I was counting. Stop moving.”
-“Then stop tickling me! Ahhahahahah”
“Now I have to start all over again. “1! 1 Rib Ah Ah Ahhhhh!”
-“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE! NO MORE!!”
I moved my hands down along all his ribs. I paused briefly and said: “Well, I counted 12 total.” I got to the soft spot of his sides just under his ribs and he went ballistic at this point. His laugh got higher in pitch and he was really thrashing.
-“HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEE HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!”
I got off of him and started doing razzberries on those spots and on his stomach. He squealed and his laughter started to fade off into silence. I knew he was in total hysterics by now and that I had found his “10” spot. Unbeknownst to me, one of his restraints had finally come loose and he cold-cocked me in the side of the head while I was razzberrying his stomach. I was a bit startled and hopped off the bed. He was still laughing and winding down. I figured it was a good time for a break. I let him catch his breath and regain his composure as I went into the kitchen to get some water. When I returned he was still breathing hard but was relaxed and was rubbing his tummy with his free hand. Surprisingly enough, he did not try to undo the rest of his restraints.
“Are you OK?”
-“Yeah, sorry about hitting you.”
“It’s OK. It just startled me a bit. I take it I found your most ticklish spot?”
-“Oh God yes! I was going insane.”
“Well how would you rate those areas then?”
-“The kissing was nice. My nipples were about a 5 and the licking of my sides was definitely a 7.
“Let me jot this down…keep going.”
-When you got to my armpits, that was a 9.
“What about your arms?”
-“Oh yeah, that was a 8 as you got close to my armpits. The armpits were a 9 and my ribs were a 10.”
“Were you sides also a 10?”
-“Oh God, they were an 11!”
“11? Are you Nigel Tuffnel from Spinal Tap now? (English voice) Your sides go to 11?”
Jacob laughed at the reference. I decided to give him an extended break and I got up on the bed and laid next to him. I lifted his bandana. His eyes were still a bit red from laughing and crying. I put my hand on his freehand and ran my fingers through his hair with my other hand. He softly moaned. After about 15 mins, I got up and started to tie his arm back down. “I wanna see your feet” I said softly. I kept looking at his socked feet as I continued to make sure all his restraints were tight. The thought of finally seeing his bare feet had gotten me really excited and I started to get hard again. I was tired of the jeans so I took the off as I made my way to the chair.
FOOT TRAFFIC
I repositioned my chair so that I could sit comfortably in front of his left foot. I gingerly placed my hand on top of his socked foot. He jerked back slightly and giggled in anticipation of being tickled there. I decided that I was going to relax him some more and started to run my hand up and down the top of his foot. He raised his head and looked at me with his doe eyes and soft smile and told me how good it felt. I must admit that at this point, I, too, was feeling very relaxed. I had always enjoyed giving foot rubs and I would often find myself calming down as I gave them. I could tell that his foot was cold as I ran the back of my hand along his sole. I asked if his feet were cold. He replied that they were and I proceeded to untie his foot to allow better blood flow. I proceeded to give him a very firm massage on his left foot. I could feel the warmth return to his foot and the massaging stimulated the blood flow. I could hear him sigh as I hit the pressure points on his arch and ball. I could feel his foot tense up and I rubbed my thumb into his sole. His sighs turned into moans.
-“Oh my God!” he said as I ran my thumb into the pressure points. “That feels so incredible! I have been so stressed lately with all the school work and walking on campus.”
By this time I was dying to see his feet so I started to slowly pull his sock off. He started to tense up and I asked him to relax. I pulled it off as far as his heel. I sat looking at it. It was pinkish red and flushed with the recent flood of blood. They were surprisingly soft with no rough spots, which surprised me for him being a runner. I grabbed his heel with my thumb and fingered and squeezed. He pulled back and let out an “OW!”
“A little tender there, are we?” I commented.
-“Yes!” he chuckled.
“Give me your foot back and I will be forceful but a little more gentle.”
He moved his foot back into position and I grabbed his heel and started to slowly apply pressure and regulated it while I monitored his reactions. I started to slowly move my thumb under his sock to feel his arch. It was incredibly soft. I started to lighten up on the pressure and he started to giggle.
-“Hey that tickles!”
I smiled and lifted his sock to the ball. He had a beautiful arch. The outer edges that make contact were pink with the center much whiter. It was sexy. I could not get over how soft it was. I would alternate massaging it with my thumb and rubbing it with the back of my hand. I started to draw circles on his arch with my fingertip, which provoked laughter and the withdrawal of his foot from my hands.
-“Stop it, that tickles!” he exclaimed.
“But I love the way your bare foot feels against my hand,” I told him.
-“Stop tickling then!” he replied.
“FINE! Now gimme!” I grumbled.
He complied and placed his foot back in my hands. I finally pulled the sock off entirely to expose the whole foot. I just sat there and stared at the structure of his foot. I loved the way it looked in the sock but seeing it bare was somewhat overwhelming. I sat there and thought ‘what it is about feet that attracts our kind to them? What it is about their structure? The feel of skin on skin contact?’ I am not into the more extremes of feet as I like them smooth and above all, clean. I had forgotten about his eyes not being covered and he looked up just in time to see me bring his sock to my face.
-“What are you doing?” he chuckled.
“I am checking out to see if your feet are clean smelling.”
There was just a slight hint of perspiration mixed in with the smell of laundry. Oh my, I was in heaven. I can’t believe how incredibly clean his feet were for being in running shoes all day. I looked back at his sole. What a beautiful foot it was. He had the long, narrow type with medium arches. His toes were long and thin and his toenails were perfectly shaped. The nail beds were a nice pink. I remember seeing feet like this on my friends when were kids but never on a young adult.
“You have the most beautiful boy feet I have seen on a 20yr old,” I told him. He giggled.
“I gotta ask you something. When you were flexing your feet at me at the coffee shop, did you know that I liked feet?”
-“Well not really. I was just sorta stretching at first but when I saw that you kept looking up, I was enjoying the attention so I kept it up. I am not really into feet.”
“You were driving me crazy. I was wondering if they looked as nice as your hands did and if they were ticklish. I was dying to see them bare…and now I have the chance.”
-“Well they are definitely ticklish as you have already found out.”
“Indeed,” I replied as I ran my finger along his sole, which caused him to laugh and pull away.
I got up out of the chair and walked over to him, his eyes met mine and followed me as I came towards him. I leaned over and moved the bandana back over his eyes. His breathing started to increase a little. I walked back over to the chair and moved it out of the way.
“I am going to try something,” I told him. I pulled his bare foot to the edge of the bed. I kneeled down and placed my face onto his foot and started to rub my face all over his sole.
-“Oh! That feels good, what are you doing? Is that your face? I think I feel some breathing.”
“Yes, it is my face,” I replied. “I remember doing this to a kid named Derek when we were kids during a sleep over. He had fallen asleep after I had played with his feet and I had placed his feet in my face. His mother always made him bathe before a sleepover so I knew his feet were clean. They were so soft and still a little sensitive as he slept so he would twitch from time to time. It was then that I realised that feet and tickling had become erotic and that they both went hand in…foot *cough.”
-“Were you hard?”
“Yes. I didn’t realise it at first until I noticed I also had to pee really bad. I wasn’t sure if it was a true hard on or just a piss hard on. When I came back after peeing, I went back to his feet and the erection slowly came back so I knew then.”
-“Well, I am getting hard, too, because it feels awesome and your stubble tickles a little.”
I got up and started to untie his other foot and take his sock off. It was being neglected and something needed to be done about it. I started to massage and caress his right foot to get the blood flowing again. His foot started to warm back up and I found that somewhat erotic. I spent a while rubbing his foot to make sure everything from heel to toe was nice, warm, and supple again. He moaned and sighed softly as I rubbed all the stress and mileage from his foot. I then brought his two feet together. I just kneeled there staring at them. I noticed his left foot appeared a tad bit longer and I compared them side by side.
“Is one foot bigger than the other?” I asked.
-“Yeah, the left toe is just slightly longer which sometimes makes it hard to get a good fit on certain shoes between the two feet.”
“Oh man, I know what you mean. I have the same issue with my left foot. It was a pain in the ass when I played soccer. I am right footed and needed that shoe to fit perfect but then the left would suffer. I wore Patricks back in the day and they were a pain to get fitted right between the two feet.”
-“Yeah trying to get running shoes to fit was a pain for me”, he replied.
“Oh my”, I continued. “One of my soccer mates wanted to try out my brand before he committed to buying a pair himself. He wanted to trade for a half so we did. Troy’s feet were close to my size but slightly wider. I slipped his warm cleats on and you talk about an instant hard on! I could feel every little impression of his soles against mine. Do you know how hard it is to hide an erection wearing a loose soccer kit????”
He started to laugh and replied, “What did you do?”
“Well tried very hard to hide the bulge that was forming. I also knew he was ticklish so that was not helping my cause!”
-“How did you know he was ticklish?”
“A bunch of us were riding home after practice and he and I were in the back seat. He was being a pest and Mike turned around from the passenger seat and started to reach back and tickle him. After Troy squealed, I joined in. We had him howling!”
-“That sounds hot”, he commented.
“Hell yeah it was hot!!” I replied. “I had to sit sideways to hide my erection. I was terrified that I was going to be found out.”
Jacob laughed and then started to sigh and moan as I returned to massaging his feet. With his feet side by side, his arches made this nice little pocket and I buried my face in them and went to town. He twitched, giggled, and moaned. I was in heaven. I started to rub my stubble on his soles and he started to laugh and pull away.
“Oh no! You can’t pull away. You must keep your feet there. You can laugh all you want but you must keep them there.”
-“I…I…heehee…don’t think I can but I will t-t-t-try.”
I went back to rubbing my face in his feet and he tried his best to keep his feet there, all the while laughing and giggling. After a few minutes of that, I got up and pulled the chair to the centre. I placed my bare soles against his to size them up. His heel and ball matched up the same. His feet were narrower than mine and his toes were just slightly by about a centimeter. I started to rub my soles up and down on his and would scrunch my toes or his.
-“Are those your feet,” he asked.
“Yes, I had always wanted to do this,” I replied.
As I pushed against his feet, he would push back. Oh my I was so hard. As I did that, I started to massage my throbbing erection. I wanted to cum so bad but I wanted to wait until the right moment. We continued our little contest of strength- soccer legs versus crosscountry legs. He had an advantage over me as he could use his arms and head to help push off the headboard and make me slide back with the chair. We both laughed as we continued our childish play. I finally got out of the chair and knelt at his feet again. I placed my face once again on his soles. I ran my cheeks up and down his arches and then used my nose to root around, so to speak. I had my nose under his toes, which really tickled him, and he pulled his feet back laughing. I reached for my notes on his ticklish spots and found it to be inadequate for this. So got up and went to the other room.
-“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I am going to get a camera and take a picture of your feet.”
-“Why are you going to do that for?” he replied.
“I am going to take good high quality pictures and then print them out and write notes on them. Also, I will have something to jack off too when I need to.”
“You are weird but OK,” he replied laughing.
I walked into the computer room and got my Nikon camera. I took a few pics of his feet together and then some of each foot individually. I placed the SD card into the printer and started to print the pictures as I returned to my room and his feet. I knelt down at his feet and went back to rubbing my face in his feet and he went back to twitching and giggling. I decided to get braver and I licked one of his soles.
-“Hey! W-w-w-what the hell was that? he exclaimed trying to contain some laughter. “Did you just lick my foot?”
“Yeah. Did you like it?
-“It felt…I dunno…weird, but good.”
With that I started to lick a little more. When I got to his toes, he nearly broke my nose trying to get away.
-“Oh shit that fuckin’ tickled like crazy! he exclaimed.
I grabbed the other foot and did it again. Again he laughed hard and pulled away. I grabbed his left foot and started to nibble at the ball of his foot where his big toe met up with his arch. He squealed with laughter and pulled away despite my attempts to hold his foot in place.
“I told you that you had to keep your feet in place!”
-“N-n-n-no way man! I can’t take that!”
By then, my printouts were ready and I made a few careful notes on them. I went back to his feet and attempted to tie them down.
-“NO!!! No way!! I will die!” he protested.”
I tried sitting on one of them as I tried to it back down but he kicked my off with his free leg. So I scooped them both up this time and sat on them both as I got one of them tied down. I then proceeded to tie his remaining foot down, all the while he protested by yelling, laughing, begging, squealing. Poor kid didn’t know what to do.
I made sure he was firmly secured at his feet and then walked up towards his arms. I ran one hand from his sole, up his leg, cock, stomach, side, armpit and finally to his wrist. He laughed and pleaded the whole way. After making sure his right side was secure, I walked back around to get to the other side, making sure I ran my hand along his body the whole way to his other wrist. He laughed and pleaded the whole way. After making sure he was fully secured, I bent over and gingerly kissed him on the lips. He responded back and we spent a few seconds kissing. I got up and walked over to his left foot and grabbed is firmly with my hands.
-“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he screamed and started to laugh as he anticipated for the impending doom.
STRAWBERRY QUIK THINKING ON YOUR FEET
As he laughed, he desperately tried to pull his feet away from the restraints. His left foot slipped out of hand a few times at first until I got a good “foot hold”, so to speak. I held it firmly and started to nibble at the ball of his foot.
-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHAAAAAHAAAAAHAAA!!” he squealed and laughed. I nibbled and nibbled all across his ball. His foot twitched uncontrollably.
-“Aaaaaaah ooooh God! Stop stop stop stop stop!” he exclaimed.
I started to lick and nibble his arch. He tried in vain to pull his foot away but there was no way of it for him. I made my way across his arch licking and nibbling as I went. He laughed and pleaded every inch of the way.
-Aha hahaa hahaha s-s-s-sto—stop stop stop shit oh shit hahahahahahha!”
His laughter was music to my ears and I started to get hard again. I made my way over to the outer edge of his foot and started to nibble along the edge. He continued to laugh and plead as I nibbled and sucked.
-“Ha ha hahahahahahaha! I am going to die! Ah hahahahahaha”
“Oh no”, I said. “You can’t die on me yet!” I grabbed his foot more firmly and place my mouth over his big toe and softly started to suck on it and put slight pressure with my tongue on the pad of his toe. His laughter started to die down a bit which was my intent. I wanted to give his lungs and diaphragm a bit of a break while still offering some pleasure. I carefully sucked and moved my tongue around just enough to get him to the edge of laughing. He would moan, giggle and pant as I methodically massaged the pad of his toe with my tongue.
-“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha Ahhh Ohhh heeheehee AH AH HUH!”
I moved along to his other toes employing the same technique to keep him on the edge. He had some wonderful toes. I could feel the strength in them as tried to scrunch them to keep my tongue from getting under them. After a while he would stop twitching and giggling and then would release them and flex them back so I could get at them again. He would start to laugh and pull back so I made it a point to keep him right on the edge. He continued to moan and pant and take quick shallow breaths.
-“Ohhhhhhhhh hah, hah, heh, ah ah ah heh heh ah ah.”
I think he was thoroughly enjoying the sensations and his foot would twitch and quiver as I took him right to the edge of laughter, as if there was a grey area of ecstasy and laughter. I reached down and with my left hand and started to stroke my throbbing cock. I wanted to take myself all the way but I knew I had to wait. I stopped and got up. “Time for some Quik thinking” and I walked out of the bedroom as Jacob went “Huh?”
I made my way over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. After a few seconds of scanning the contents, I located the item: Strawberry Quik. My mouth was rather dry from all the sucking and licking that I grabbed a quick drink of water and also brought more back for Jacob. I made my way back to the bedroom.
-“Where did you go?” he asked.
“I went to the kitchen to get some water for you and I and something else”, I told him.
-“What else did you get?” he inquired.
“Wait for it!” I replied and made my way over to him with some water.
“Here is your water, in a bottle this time”, I said and I unscrewed the cap. I gingerly raised his head and placed the bottle at his lips and slowly raised it as he drank. He gave me a quick nod when he had enough.
-Oh man I needed that. Thanks”, he responded.
I put the bottle down and made my way over to his right foot. I grabbed it and he instinctively reacted by giggling and pulling back. I giggled with him and said: “H-h-hold on. Let me pull your toes back.”
-“Oh FUCK NO!” he protested as he tried to scrunch them up but I already had the upper hand and pulled them back. I placed the Quik nozzle in my mouth and pulled out the spout. Oh this is going to taste good, I thought, as the sweet taste hit my tongue. I proceeded to drizzle the Quik on his toes and sole of his right foot.
-EEEEEEEEAH! What is that! It’s cold!” he exclaimed.
“Strawberry Quik, hence the Quik thinking”, I told him.
-“Oh har har” he said.
I made my tongue as rigid and I could and started to lick the syrup from his arch. He reaction was quick and swift and he pulled back and started to laugh hysterically.
“-Ah ha ha ha ha! Shiiiiiiiiiiiit Hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
I made sure I worked my tongue around his arch, drawing circles with the tip of my tongue. He squealed with laughter as I did. I lapped up the syrup from his arch and stopped periodically to smack my lips.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMM”, I went as I finished lapping the rest from his arch. Then I went to the ball of his foot and started to nibble right where the arch meets the ball. He squealed and kicked back, stunning me for a split second, and then I went back to nibbling.
-“Oh GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOO! AHAH HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Oh the poor kid. I almost felt bad about it until I saw that he was fully erect. I too was fully erect again. I pulled his toes back and started to lick under his toes and nibble the pads. Oh my, did he squeal and laugh when I did that.
-“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHA HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA HA HA!”
I kept at if for a while, even after all the syrup was gone. He started going into hysterics and his chest heaved and gasped for air. As his laugh went higher in pitch, I knew the time was about right. I pulled open one of the side drawers under my bed and reached for some baby oil I had stashed down there. Without missing a beat, I popped the cap open with my thumb and flipped the bottle over in my hand while I keep a firm hold of his foot with my other hand and kept licking and nibbling. After a few seconds the oil began to flow into my hand and I started to rub the oil from the heel up, all the while keeping up the merciless attack on his toes. Once his foot was sufficiently coated halfway, I stopped the licking and nibbling and finished coating the rest of his foot with oil. I made sure I raked my nails and fingertips on his soles. The slipperiness of the oil made his sole more sensitive and he was laughing so hard that he could not get a word out.
-“HAHAHAHA HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA HA HA!”
I grabbed the oil bottle with my left hand and using the same technique, I dribble oil into my left hand. I then started to coat his left foot with oil, again making sure I raked his soft sole. I was now tickling both feet at the same time and he was heaving and bouncing around trying to get free. He was almost in full-blown hysterics. I was almost ready to burst. I leaned forward and rubbed my cock against the edge of the bed, trying to edge myself. I stopped tickling his left foot and pulled my underwear down and stepped out of them. I grabbed his right foot with my left hand and pulled back his toes and foot back as far as I could. Jacob managed to let out a plea.
-“NOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHA OH GOD NOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHA”
I took my erect cock with my right hand and started to tickle his foot with it. My glans was already quite sensitive and I ran it across under his toes. Oh my God it felt incredible. I kept working it across in a rhythmic motion. The combination of me tickling him, his laughter and his foot tickling the tip of my cock had me going insane. I grabbed my cock and pressed harder as I ran it up and down his sole. With added pressure I started to run the tip of my dick up and down his sole faster. I started to twitch. At this point he was probably on the verge of passing out. I kept rubbing my cock up and down harder and faster, harder and faster. My toes were flexing and curling as I continued. I remembered as a kid that my friends and I would sometimes shuffle our bare feet on carpet. It tickled and felt really good. I never asked the others about it but sometimes I could feel the sensations run up my legs and produce some phantom feelings in my penis.
In an attempt to heighten my own sensitivity, I bought up my big toe on my left foot and started to run my right sole on it. Holy shit that felt awesome. I wish I had someone nibbling my feet at this moment. I continued that while I stepped up the pace of my cock up and down his sole. Faster and faster I went until I found the perfect oscillation. I started to feel my cock pulse. I threw my head back, curled up my toes, and tightened my lower abdominal muscles. I gripped my cock tighter holding back the surging as long as I could until I finally erupted and blasted it across the room. I didn’t want the feeling to end and I held my shaft tightly and pumped trying to get every last aftershock out of my incredible orgasm.
“Ah Ah AH AH AHHHH AHHHH AAARRRRRRGH!”
I released his foot and held my head down. I was panting hard. Jacob was desperately trying to catch his breath as well. I sat on the bed and leaned back to lie on the bed next to Jacob in ecstasy.
“Oh my God I have never blown my wad so hard before'” I said in between pants. I- I- I shot from the bed to the wall. Jacob was still trying to catch his breath. I decided to give him a much-needed break and I started to clean myself up with some baby wipes and the carpet and wall with warm water and a washcloth.
Jacob finally caught his breath and started to come down from the plane to which I had taken him. I pulled up his blindfold so he could see. His eyes were red and watery from all that laughing. He looked over at me.
-“Please make me cum.”
THE CLIMAX
After I finished cleaning up my mess, I sat on the bed next to Jacob. “How are you doing? We’ve been at it for quite awhile now,” I asked him. He lay there motionless with his eyes closed and he started to smile.
-“I am doing OK, I guess,” he replied. “I thought I had been tickled to death before when my neighbours got me but I wanted to just crawl out of my skin I dunno how many times as you ticked me. I thought for sure I was going to pass out.”
I just chuckled and ran my fingers through his hair. He softly sighed as I did.
-“That feels so good,” he said softly.
I just sat there and looked at him. Despite the ordeal I had just put him through, he looked so peaceful as I ran my fingers through his hair. I too, was filled with a sense of peace. I hopped onto the bed and lay beside him softly caressing his face. I ran my hand down his face and onto his chest. I could feel his heart beating. I rolled over on top of him and gently kissed his lips. He responded in turn and we lay there softly kissing each other. I would occasionally let my hand wander off his chest and onto his ribs with a slight touch. He giggled and I could feel goose bumps start to form as my fingertips stimulated his nerve endings. He has such a beautiful smile, too. I would take turns kissing him and making him giggle. I then started to kiss his neck and make my way to his chest. He lay there and softly sighed. I started to kiss and lick his nipples. He gasped and sucked in a whole bunch of air when I did. I started to alternate back and forth between the two nipples gently licking and sucking. He gasped and moaned,
-“Oh my God!”
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked.
-“Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.”
Now how could I not oblige him? I kept at it and alternated between stimulating his nipples and softly kissing his neck and lips. I then started to let my hand wander a bit more as I kissed him. I started to run my finger in the soft part area of his armpit. His giggling started to turn into laughter.
-“No! T-t-t-that is starting to tickle!” he said.
I opened my hand wide and ran it up and down his side, sometimes squeezing his ribs, which caused him to squeal and laugh hard. Oddly enough, he did not protest as much as I thought he would. He simply thrashed and laughed. I then made my way to that ever-so-ticklish spot on his side just below the ribs. He went into hysterics and started to protest.
-OH GOD NO!! NO NO P-p-p-p-please not there!!”
Of course his protests fell upon deaf ears. “What? I can’t hear you,” I said and continued the tickling.
-“NOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHA OH GOD NOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHA”
I then sat up and straddled him and attacked both spots with my hands. He screamed and heaved up and down trying to knock me off, but it was futile.
-“NOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHA OH GOD NOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEEHEEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHA”
I scooted back and let my right hand start to wander around a bit more. I started to use my fingertips to tickle his tummy and around his belly button. I could feel his muscles spasm as I did.
-“HEEHEEEHEEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEEHEEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHA S-S-S-STOP! STOP! STOP!”
I let my right hand wander further down and started to tickle on the inside of his pelvis. He attempted to throw me off again by heaving but it was to no avail. I continued the attack.
“HEEHEEEHEEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHA!”
I then wandered to just under his balls. He clenched up tight and gasped quickly. I could feel his balls try to retract as he clenched but I kept at it.
-“GASP! OHHHHH GOD NO HEEHEEEHEEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEEHEEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHA!”
So now I had him balls- literally. I was now tickling him in two of the most ticklish spots on his body and he was in hysterics and thrashing. His laughter was going up in pitch and I knew it was getting close.
-“EEEEEEEEEEEEE HEEHEEHEEHEE HEE HEE HEE!”
I kept going until he was on the verge of passing out and that is when I finally made my move. I kept tickling his side with my left hand and reached for the lube with my right hand. I popped it open and drizzled some lube into my hand and started to coat his erect cock. I grabbed a hold of it and used my thumb to stimulate the tip. He was going berserk at this point. His laughter was going back and forth from high pitched to silent. I knew I had him now. I started to pump his cock while I kept tickling his side. Up and down slowly, making him wait.
“Wait for it!!” I said in an English accent. He was in total hysterics at this point and was begging.
-“GASP! OHHHHH GOD HEEHEEEHEEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEEHEEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHA! P-P-P-Please please make me c-c- HEEEEEHEEEE!”
I started to pump him a bit harder now. He was getting close. I could feel his cock spasm as I did. A little harder, a little faster. I could feel him building up. I felt the surge starting and I clenched a little tighter to hold it back some. He was beginning to laugh silently and I knew it was time. I gave him a few last pumps and he let loose. He arched up, rolled his eyes back and snapped his head back. I was pumping him and tickling him and he was trying to moan and laugh at the same he was going into orgasm.
-“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRG HAAAHAAAAA”
His cum erupted from his hypersensitive cock and pulsed out all over his chest as I tickled and pumped. Then he went silent and limp. I had taken him to the absolute limit. He was on the hairy edge of being passed out. His chest was heaving and his head was turned to the side. His body was occasionally rocked by small spasms. I lightly stroked his balls to make him spasm a little more and then I started to untie him. I went into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to wipe him down. I could only imagine the sensory overload he got being tickled and have his orgasm at the same time. It must have been incredible. I bet his head rush was enormous. I could see him in the bathroom mirror as I rinsed the washcloth. He was becoming more lucid and was looking around. I went over to him and whispered in his ear that I was going to wipe his cum off of him. He relaxed for me and I gently started to softly wipe him down. As I did, he reached up and started to caress my arm. I softly kissed him.
“How are you?” I asked. He looked at me with his doe eyes and just smiled and continued to caress my arm.
-“Do you know what a vertigo zoom effect is?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
-“That is what I felt like when I started to black out as I cummed”, he replied.
“Wow,” I said as I walked over to the bathroom to trade the washcloth for a towel to dry him off. I sat on the bed next to him and started to dry him. I noticed the sheets were completely soaked with sweat. I got an old comforter and had him roll over so I could lay it down. Once he got comfortable, I went and grabbed another comforter from the closet and tossed it on the bed. He immediately wrapped himself up in it.
“Hey! Leave some for me!” I exclaimed.
-“You’ll have to tear it away from me,” he replied.
“Don’t make me tickle you!” I said as I turned off the light. The blue glow of my nightlight kicked on and I started to sing:
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Jacob then jumped in
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It’s a simple message and I’m leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My story’s infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn’t rest
We both started to laugh, and I crawled into bed with him. He released the comforter and roll on his back. I gingerly started to kiss his soft lips and made my way down his neck. I rested my head on his chest and whispered “J’entends ton coeur- I can hear your heart.”
With that he ran his fingers through my hair and we drifted off to sleep.