Nate and Caleb

By Tigger

 

 Part 1 – Caleb’s Account

It happened one summer when I was 14. Nate, who lived a couple houses down, asked me to join him and his family for a week of camping near Buffalo Creek. I was excited that he had asked me – I had wanted to go camping all summer.

Nate was 15, 5’9″,swimmers build, black hair and jet blue eyes, oh and size 10 feet!! I had never really seen his feet up close but today was different. When I went over to pack my things in their SUV, Nate was wearing flip-flops, baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I couldn’t help but stare at his feet – Nice long toes, tufts of hair on each of them trimmed nails a true foot fetishist’s dream.

I was at that time still coming into my own about my fetish and had only had a couple of tickling experiences, mostly while the other guy was sleeping. Maybe I would get the chance to tickle Nate’s awesome feet while he slept. The thought caused me to grin.

Nate helped me put my things in the SUV and was saying how much fun it will be that he has a bud to hang with, go hiking and such. I beamed with satisfaction. Nate stared at my bare sandaled feet. “Hey Caleb, you brought hiking shoes didn’t you?” I stared at my wiggling toes

“Oh yeah, they’re in my bag”.

“Cool cos there is a great place I want to show you and we need to climb up some hills and rocks to get there”.

“Cool” was my reply.

On the way up to camp we all sang travelling songs and had some laughs. Nate and I got into a poke-tickling fight. I found out his ribs are pretty ticklish. I giggled at his pokes and jabs. He seemed to enjoy tickling me. We’d had a pretty good time before we’d even arrived.

We arrive at camp and its a small cabin that has electricity but no running water. There was a stove,a couple of bunk-beds and a picnic table in the center of the room. There was a small creek not far off,so after we unload and set up the cabin, Nate and I put on our hiking shoes and begin to haul up buckets of water to be boiled for general use. After our fifth trip up with pails I say “Hey Nate, now I know why you asked me to come with you”, as I shake the pail of water.

Nate laughs. “Yeah, well – its a part of the reason that’s for sure.” We both burst out laughing. Once the water holding tank at the cabin is filled, we hunt down some wood for the stove and the fire-pit outside.

“Whew damn I didn’t know how much work went into having fun”, I laugh.

Nate says “You’ll sleep pretty good tonight Caleb” as he winks.

I grin and reply “Yeah, like a rock, and so will you”, winking back at him. He grins.

Nate and I set up a tent for us to sleep in outside. It’s good size – we throw our gear and bags in, but when we go to put the sleeping bags in, Nate says grinning “Put yours opposite of me – head to feet. it will give us more room”. I grin- thinking – damn he is setting it up for me without asking. I gladly put my sleeping bag opposite and then we go and start up a fire.

His parents join us as we sit on the bench next to the fire. There are a couple lawn chairs there and they take their place in them. Nate’s mum says “Thank you Caleb for coming with us and all the hard work today. we appreciate all your help and I know Nate sure does”. She smiles.

Nate pokes my side. I jump and we all laugh, “You boys ought to sleep well tonight”. Nate pokes me in the side again. I jump again and poke him back. We start to play wrestle, poking and jabbing each other. laughing rolling around on the grass, This goes on for about 5 minutes. We lay there all breathless and sweaty.

Giggling softy Nate says “Hey Caleb lets cook some marshmallows and then hit the sack”.

“Ok sounds great”.

I think to myself how great it is that I will be sleeping next to his feet. I hope I get the chance to play with them. We cook a few marshmallows and share ghost stories, trying to out-spook the other. His dad told a good one about something that happened not far down the road – it was all fiction but it was a good one. Gave me the chills.

His parents excused themselves for the night. as they enter the cabin his mum turns and says “Not too late boys. sleep well and we’ll see you in the morning”.

Nate and I sit there in the lawn chairs, listening to the crackling fire. The last marshmallow eaten long ago, we sit there – each of us with a stick poking the fire and stirring up sparks. It’s nice – relaxing. Neither of us saying anything. We are transfixed by the fire. Nate is the first one to break silence: “Man Caleb, I hope I don’t snore tonight”, he half giggles.

I grin thinking. I hope you do – so I know you’re asleep. “Its okay Nate, when I am out nothing could wake me up”.

Nate grins at me, “Cool”,

We’re both yawning a lot and the fire is almost out. “Wadda say Caleb – time for bed”. I nod, yawing again. Nate throws a bucket of water on the fire to be sure it’s out as I slowly move towards the tent.

Nate is not far behind me. We both kick off our shoes at the flap and crawl on in Nate flicks on the battery lamp and I turn around and zip the flap closed. When I turn around Nate has laid down on top of his sleeping bag his sock feet extended out. I glance at them and lay down on top of mine.

Nate half laughs: “I hope my feet don’t stink Caleb”.

“No they are fine. how about mine? Do they stink?”

“No”, he says. Nate sits up, pulls his shirt off, then his pants and socks. Dressed in only his boxers, he slips into his sleeping bag.

“Goodnight buddy”. he says as he lays down, turning to face the outer tent wall – his legs bent – the soles of his feet would be facing me.

Perfect, I think. I slip off my shirt, pants and socks. I slip into my bag, click off the light. When I lay down – I lay facing his feet, waiting, staring, listening to his breathing.

I don’t know how long it’s been, it feels like forever, I slowly reach out for my pack. I purposely left the front part unzipped.

Inside are a couple ‘toys’ I brought with me: An eagle feather, a make-up brush. I gently pull them out and go back to face Nate’s covered sleeping feet. He has not moved since he laid down. His breathing is pretty deep with a hint of slight snoring. Now’s my chance.

I reach towards the end of his bag and check for a zipper. I find one, tug at it gently, unzipping soooo slowly, pulling it further and further. My heart begins to race as I reach the corner and start up the side of the bag. I have it about a third of the way up.

Mmmmm good. My breathing is hard. I am shaking with anticipation as I reach into the side of his bag. Slowly, my fingers outstretched feeling. All the while I am listening for changes in Nate’s breathing. So far so good. I can feel the warmth that must be his foot, radiating heat. I am scared to go any further. Instead I wait, listening.

Nate snorts and slightly kicks his feet about, hitting my fingers. I freeze – not knowing what to do. My fingers are resting on his right sole. Nate’s breathing is shallow. He sniffs a couple of times and wiggles his right foot. My fingers are still,.as his arch scrapes back and forth along my fingers.

I am freaking out. I quickly pull my hand back. Nate sniffs a couple more times, and takes a deep breath. Then he again kicks his feet about, never turning from his side. His foot comes out the side of the bag and is resting about two inches from my face.

OMG I think – what is he doing? I lay there frozen for a few minutes his foot still there and Nate’s breathing goes back to being deep with a hint of snoring again. I can’t help but sniff the wonderful aroma of his foot and toes. Mmmmmmmmmm – amazing.

I pull the make-up brush out and start to dance it on the tips of his toes I can see them twitch in the dim light Nate’s breathing is the same. I sit up on my side, taking the eagle feather in my other hand. I gently scrape it up and down his arch and around his heel. Nate’s foot twitches more and his breathing has not changed. I stroke the feather underneath his toes as the brush does its work on the tips. His foot wiggles almost like a fish outta water. I am enjoying myself. I knew he was ticklish. I was hoping he was ticklish.

I continue to tickle his foot for another few minutes, until Nate snorts with a slight giggle and pulls his foot back into the protection of his sleeping bag. I reach up for the zipper, gently pulling it back down around the corner and finally back to its original resting place. I turn and put my toys away, lay down and fall into a blissful sleep – Ahhhhhhhhh

I am shaken awake by Nate. I hear him saying “Caleb. Caleb. Wake up. Time for breakfast”. I slowly open my eyes to see Nate’s handsome smiling face staring down at me. I put on a slight grin.

“Man when you said you are out when you sleep you are OUT”, he laughs. “I have been shaking you for 3 minutes. I should have poked your side instead”. He blurts out a giggle as I instinctively curl my arms around my sides, thinking he is gonna poke them.

Nate heads out of the tent, slipping on his shoes. I can hear him walking away as I get dressed I crawl out yawning, putting on my hiking shoes. Smells good – the bacon and fresh coffee aroma draws me towards the cabin where everyone else is.

I walk through the door and I get an applause – I blush. “He’s alive”, I hear his mum call out. Then they all laugh. I blush more, Nate winks at me and says “We both slept like logs but Caleb was comatose”. He winks at me, then his mum pops smile at me.

“Hungry?” his pop says to me. I nod and sit down next to Nate. “Today I am taking you to one of my favorite spots Caleb. So eat up!”, Nate says. I nod at him as I stuff bacon in my mouth, “We have had this place for years and I have hiked all over it, I found a spot to call my own”. I nod again.

We finish up with breakfast and I help with the dishes and clean-up. His mum speaks up saying “Now you boys have fun and be back before dinner. 4pm”.

“Okay mum”. Nate answers.

We pack some stuff into our day-packs and head out for Nate’s ‘special place’. I am excited and also waiting to hear him say that he knew I was tickling his foot last night. So far he has not led on or said anything. We hike up a couple of hills, over lots of rocks, traipse through a couple of streams. The scenery is beautiful. Wow

Finally we go up this one steep hill, and there on top is the most beautiful place yet. Spiralling fur trees. A small but impressive Aspen grove. A small pond with a feeder stream. Lush green sporadic grass fills in the landscape. I stand in Awe – looking around. I feel a poke in my side and yelp.

“Didn’t I tell you this is the best spot?”. I nod with my mouth still open.

“Its amazing Nate. Thank you for bringing me here”.

“No prob man. I knew you would like it”. He winks at me. I think ‘I wonder what that means’.

“There is more”. Nate says. We keep walking and there between 4 trees, are two hammocks, just hanging there.

I smile. “Hammocks?”, I ask.

“Yeah, so I can come up here and take a nap when I want to”. Nate grins wide.

“Wow I think I am ready for one”, I say, half laughing,

“Yeah why not. Who is gonna bother us?”. Nate smiles.

Nate sits on a nearby rock and takes off his shoes and socks. I just stand there staring as he bares his feet – the feet I tickled not too long ago. The silence is broken by Nate.

“Caleb hahha – what are you doing? c’mon take off your shoes and socks. We can go soak our feet in the pond”.

“Oh, okay right” – a slight blush.

Nate has already rolled up his pant legs and is standing in the water up to his half calf. I quickly take off my shoes and socks, roll up my pant legs and walk slowly into the water and stand next to him, the water is pretty cool, but it does feel good. I wiggle my toes, stirring up the muck.

“Caleb – so can I pick’em or can I pick’em?”.

“Yeah Nate this place is great. Wow. I could stay here a week and would not get bored with the scenery”.

Nate nods. “Caleb I have been wanting to ask you something”.

Uh Oh, here it comes – he knows I tickled him last night. “Yeah Nate, What’s on your mind?”

“I was hesitant to ask you to come with us. I mean, well you’re pretty popular at school and umm, pretty well liked by the girls. But I also noticed you are different than the other popular kids – you’re a pretty cool guy and well, I was wondering why you wanted to come with me – a *nobody*?”

I was floored. I was sideswiped by this hot guy with hot feet with a question I did not expect, I looked down at our feet in the water. Nate’s toes covered with the muck I kicked up earlier. I can still see the dark hair on the top of his feet. I can’t even see my feet. I look up at him….take his arm.

“Nate listen. I am not part of that crowd that holds judgements or decide who I hang with based on their popularity. Sheesh, we live two houses away from each other! I sorta wished you had asked me before to go camping with you. I think you are pretty cool too man”.

Nate lowered his head and smiled. “C’mon, time for our nap”. He winks at me.

I grin “Okay”. We climb in the hammocks, still barefoot. We lie head to foot again.. I
love it. He is too far away for me to play with his feet. I will be happy enough to lie there and stare at them until I fall asleep.

I must have nodded off, but woke to a wonderful sight. Nate has his left foot out of the hammock hanging down, his arm across his face. He is snoring – not loud, although loud enough. Grinning, I slip out of my hammock, and go over to his foot.. I lay on my back and move under his foot, staring up at his sole and his toes. He has such a hot looking foot!

I listen to his slight snoring, I lean up and sniff that wonderful foot – an aroma I remember so well. I lay back down and go back to staring at his foot. I reach up with my right hands fingers, remembering the soft sole that brushed against them the night before. I rest my fingertips at the base of his arch. Listening, I slowly trace them up his arch. His foot twitches, not too hard. I continue the tickling trailing of my fingers up his arch. Slowly, his foot continues to wiggle. I reach the ball of his foot – I lean up and sniff between his first and second toes, before I trail my fingers back down his arch. His foot continues to wiggle.. I stop, *listening to his breathing. Its different, but he is still breathing deeply.

I give it a couple minutes. Nate returns to faint snoring. I take my left hand and glide my index finger just under his toes, from the first to the last one back and forth, back and forth. All the while my right hand index finger is tickling a trail up and down his arch. Nate’s foot goes wild – squirming, shaking his breathing, changes, he mumbles a giggle.

I Stop my tickling and wait. Nate shuffles around in the hammock, but his left foot remains, hanging about 12 inches above my face. His toes wriggle, maybe trying to ward off some ghostly tickles. I hear Nate go back to gentle snores. I reach back up and tickle his toes and his arch again – teasing….tickling. His toes splay out and his foot twitches pretty good. This time, I take a pine twig I found, and stroke his arch while I spider my fingertips all over his toe tips. Nate’s foot spasms hard, and he begins to snort-giggle.

I Stop once again. OMG – this is so much fun. I’d better stop. I climb back into my hammock, so excited about tickling Nate’s foot once again.

He is ticklish, and so cute. I lay back – smile on my face, close my eyes and fall into a deep peaceful sleep.

I wake up giggling because of a tickling on my toes, I rub my feet together, but it continues. Finally I open my eyes and look down towards my toes, still rubbing my feet together. It’s Nate! He has a long piece of grass – the kind that has the fuzzy thing on the end, and he is tickling my toes with it.

“Nate”, I say, half laughing. “What are you doing?”

Nate smiles. “Waking you up. we have to get ready to go sleepyhead”. I pull my feet in and curl up in the hammock. I rub my feet with my hands trying to dispel the tickled feeling.

Nate laughs. “You’re pretty ticklish huh?”, he asks.

“Yeah. I am really ticklish especially on my feet and really ticklish on my toes. Uh maybe I shouldn’t have told you that”. We both burst out laughing, Nate winks at me saying “Maybe not”. We both chuckle again. I ask hesitantly, but playfully, already knowing the answer: “Are your feet ticklish Nate?”

“I dunno I haven’t really been tickled on my feet before”.

“Oh. well there is always a first time”. I grin. Just as I finish saying it, Nate moves his left foot out of his hammock and puts it on the edge of mine, I am once again staring at that awesome sole and toes.

“Why wait”. he says. “Go ahead and tickle my foot since I tickled yours”.

I could not believe what I was hearing. “Go ahead” he says again. So I take hold of his ankle with one hand and trace my index finger up and down his sole from his heel to his toes. Nate squeals in laughter but does not pull his foot away. It is wriggling a lot as my finger tickles that soft, gorgeous arch.

His toes splay as I tease the underside of them, his head thrown back in laughter he cries out, “Ok Ok, hahahhahahaheha enough no more, hahahhahahhaa”.

I do stop because I do not want to let on I truly enjoyed that. I let go of his foot and he pulls it back in, rubbing his sole with his fingers. He is still giggling, “I guess I am pretty ticklish too”, he laughs.

I grin back at him. “So now we know we both have a weakness”, I wink at him.

“Yea” he says grinning. “C’mon we had better get going, dinner is waiting”. We put our shoes and socks back on and begin our journey back down to the cabin.

“Caleb”, he says.

“Yea Nate?”

“I had a great time today bud, I’m really glad you came along”. I smile wide. “Me too”. I poke his ribs – he jumps and laughs.

“Don’t start. I know your weakness now bud”.

I smile. “And I know yours”. We share a laugh as we continue our trek down the hill.

We reach the cabin just before dinner time. I am pretty hungry after our hike. Nate and I go in and wash our hands and help to set up the picnic table outside. It’s a fabulous late summer afternoon. The sky is so blue, the leaves are a bright green. The crisp fresh air. It’s amazing.

I stand there just admiring the day, when Nate catches me daydreaming, he calls out – “Hey Caleb. wake up sleepyhead”. He lets out a laugh.

I blush, and with a grin respond “You know how to wake me up”.

“Yea I do” – Nate says with a half laugh.

Nate’s mum comes out. “So did you boys have fun today?”.

“I’ll say” was my reply. “Nate took me to the most beautiful spot I have ever seen”. His mum smiles. “It had a pond, a stream, grass, aspens and tall pine trees. It was great”.

His mum nods, “I have heard about it from Nate but we have never been. It sounds wonderful”. I nod.

“If you two boys want to camp up there tonight. it’s okay with us”.

I look at Nate. He is staring at me. “Nate? want to?” Nate nods his head vigorously. “Oh yea”, he finally says.

“But we will have to head up after dinner, because it gets dark around 7:30pm, and we will want time to set up the tent and build a fire pit”.

I nod in agreement. We finish our meal and help with the clean-up. I thank Nate’s mum and pop for the delicious meal, then Nate and I go and pull our stuff out of the tent and roll up our sleeping bags. I go to put some things into my bag when the feather falls out of the front part of my pack. Nate sees it and says half laughing “What do you have a feather for Caleb?”.

I blush deeply and chuckle lying through my teeth: “It’s my lucky feather – I take it everywhere”.

“Oh really, well maybe you will get lucky later tonight and find a use for that feather”.

My eyes go wide as Nate pulls his right foot out of his shoe and wiggles his socked toes at me.

He laughs and slips it back into the confine of the shoe. I seem to be packing faster. I can hardly wait until later.

Part 2 – Nate’s Account

I have been admiring Caleb for a long time now. He lives a couple of houses down from me and we do know each other in passing at school and such. Although we have not ever really *hung* out together I’ve wanted to.

See, I am a guy foot fetishist, and Caleb wears flips all the time at school. I love how his feet look – long toes, he keeps his nails trimmed, clean most of the time. He has blonde tufts of hair on the tops, but his toes look like they are shaven clean. Kinda sexy.

Caleb has an infectious laugh. I often wonder if he laughs like that when he is being tickled. I wonder if his feet are ticklish. I would love to find out one day. He is pretty popular at school – one of the ‘In’ crowd, and I am virtually a nobody. Computer nerd, Science major, as in major boring stuff. But I like it.

One day at school. I walk up to Caleb. He happened to be off by himself eating an apple, reading a book during lunch period. I walk up and stare at his feet (yes he had flips on). He looks up and smiles “Hi”

I reply “Hey, Caleb isn’t it?”.

“Yea, that’s right”.

“I’m Nate”.

“Good to meet you Nate”.

“Same here Caleb. I was wondering if you would like to hang some time – we do live practically next door to each other”.

“Sure”. Caleb says, “that would be cool”.

“Right on”. “I’ll let you get back to reading”.

“Thanks Nate. Talk with ya laters man”.

I nod. Whew, I think, that wasn’t so bad after all. We hung out a couple times. Played chess (he’s really good btw), watched a movie or two, nothing more. I got to admire his feet whenever we hung out. He always wore the staple flip-flops.

The school year was coming to a close and still, I did not feel I got any closer in getting to tickle Caleb’s feet. My parents have a really cool little cabin in Buffalo Creek area and we go up there a few times during each summer. Maybe Caleb would come up with us.

I got up my nerve to ask him. I found him one day playing Frisbee with a couple of other guys. He was shirtless and barefoot. I thought I would faint at the site of him – chiselled body with almost no hair, and barefoot to boot.

I wondered how ticklish the rest of his body was. I had to find out. I called him over. Caleb jogged over barefoot, a little breathless. “Hey Nate, what’s up?”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your Frisbee toss”.

“No its ok, I needed a break anyway”.

“Well, I was wondering if you well, like to go camping”.

“Oh yea, I luv it, hopefully I will get the chance this summer”.

“Well that’s why I wanted to talk with you. My parents have a cabin up in the Buffalo Creek area and well we are going up there next week and I was wondering if you would like to go”.

“Seriously? yea I would love to”.

“Right on, well come by next Friday morning. Bring your gear and hiking shoes, we’ll be leaving around 9am”.

“Thanx Nate. I’ll see you then”.

“Cool, see you then”. I walked away, smiling inside.

Friday came, and I decided to wear some flip-flops as well along with some baggy shorts and a t-shirt maybe Caleb would notice my feet. I think they look pretty good – size 10, black hair on the tops and toes (not a lot – not like Hobbit feet!). I giggle to myself. I keep my nails trimmed and my feet are clean, free of calluses, and pretty ticklish.

Caleb shows up wearing his flip-flops. I noticed him staring at my feet. I smiled. “Hey Caleb – are you ready?”.

He nods, “Yea”.

I ask him, while I stare at his flip flopped feet, “Hey Caleb, you remembered to bring hiking shoes?”.

Caleb wiggles his toes ”Yea they’re in my bag”.

“Cool” cause there is a place I want to show you and we need to hike up over some rocks”.

My parents come out to meet Caleb, as we finish loading all the gear. We are ready to head up to camp.

On the way up, Caleb and I get into a poking/jabbing/tickle fight in the back of the SUV. We are both laughing, immersed in fun. We all sang songs making it a fun drive up to the cabin.

Caleb helped draw water up to fill the water tank in the cabin. He joked that is the reason I had asked him to come – to work. We had a good laugh over it. He is a pretty cool guy, and I noticed a few times that he was staring at my feet, especially when I was putting on my shoes, and a couple of times while I had my flips on. Maybe he likes feet too! I would love to have him tickle my feet. I love to be tickled in general. We set up our tent and I tell Caleb to put the sleeping bags head to foot, cause that will give us more room. I noticed Caleb smiled wide when I suggested that. Hmmmmmm.

We had a poke and jab tickling session again after dinner and clean up. This time we rolled around on the grass. I love his laugh. When we were done, we sat around with my folks and told ghost stories, eating marshmallows. My folks retired early and told us not to stay up late. Caleb and I sat there, staring at the fire, poking it with our sticks. I thanked him for coming up, and all the hard work. Now we should get some sleep,

I put out the fire and met Caleb at the door of the tent. We both kick off our shoes, and climb in. I click on the battery lamp that hung from the center of the tent, and then I stretch out.

I catch Caleb staring at my socked feet. I laugh, “‘I hope my feet don’t stink”. Caleb says “no”. Then he stretches out too, and asks if his feet stink. “No” was my reply, although I could smell the sweet aroma of his feet, the sock clinging to every inch of his foot, outlining them perfectly.

I take off my shirt, pants and socks and climb into my sleeping bag. “Goodnight buddy” was the last thing I said as I laid down facing away on my right side, my legs bent – my feet facing Caleb.

I hear him get undressed and then he clicked off the light. I smile. I love my new friend.

I don’t know how long I was asleep, but I was abruptly awakened by the feeling of fingertips on my foot. I moved my foot about – yep. Those are fingers. OMG, Caleb is playing with my foot! I stop moving my foot and his fingers disappear. I sort of pretend to stretch a little and kick my right foot back. It goes out of the bag. Caleb unzipped my bag so he could get to my feet! My heart begins to race, I must be close to his face – my foot has to be right there. I wait, pretending to make it sound like I am asleep.

I don’t know how long it has been, then I feel it – something soft, dancing over the tips of my toes. Oh god it tickles. But I can’t tip my hand that I am awake. He keeps sweeping what ever it is all over the tips of my toes, tickling and teasing them. My foot instinctively twitches. Then I feel yet another sensation. OMG it’s a feather! Caleb is stroking a feather up and down my foot, heel to ball over the arch. All the while he is still torturing my toes.

I don’t know how long I can hold out. I begin to snort- giggle. I can’t take it anymore. I pull my foot back to the safety of the sleeping bag. I am shocked and yet so happy. I think I may have found a foot-bud. I hear the zipper being pulled back down. Caleb must be done tickling my feet for now. I smile, falling into a deep sleep.

Next morning, I shake Caleb awake, I lean over him grinning, thinking ‘I know what you did last night’. I can’t tell him – I don’t want to let him know that I know. I go into the cabin where breakfast is waiting. Caleb finally walks in. We all give him a round of applause, my mom even says “He’s alive”, and we all share a laugh.

While Caleb settles in to eat breakfast I am telling him of a place I am going to take him. He sits there nodding, eating his eggs, toast and bacon.

After breakfast and clean up, we head out for my special place. I can’t wait for him to see it. We finally reach the top, and Caleb’s mouth is open, he seems to be in awe over the scenery: a pond, a feeder stream, tall pines and a grove of aspens. It’s my favorite place.

He says how beautiful it is, and I tell him there is more. We continue to walk among the pines and aspens until we come upon two hammocks hung between 4 aspens.

“Hammocks?” was Caleb’s reaction.

“Yea, so I can come up here and take a nap. the other is in case I bring someone up with me – guess its your’s”. We laugh, put our gear down. I begin to take my shoes and socks off. There is Caleb again, watching me take my shoes and socks off, paying notice to me baring my feet. I laugh. “C’mon, lets go wade in the pond”.

I am already standing in the water by the time Caleb comes and stands next to me. He stirs the muck with his foot, I look down, I cant even see his feet. My toes are covered, the top of my feet can still be seen.

I turn to Caleb and say “There’s something I have been wanting to ask you Caleb”. I can see his face turn white, he thinks I am going to say something about him tickling my foot last night. No – it was that I was hesitant to ask if him if he wanted to come camping with me – us – since I am a ‘nobody’ and he is one of the popular guys.

Caleb was so gentle when he took hold of my arm saying he does not base his friendships on who is popular or hold judgements against others, and we live so close he wished I had asked him earlier. I smiled, then I say “Time for our nap”. Caleb grins.

We climb into our hammocks barefoot. I am pretty sure we both fell right to sleep, I am once again awakened to a tickling on my foot, my left foot in fact. It turns out it was hanging over the side of the hammock. I smiled inside knowing Caleb was at it again. He was tickling my foot. I am so ticklish, that I wonder how I long I can hold out. He traces his fingers up and down my arch while a finger trails under my toe pads, tickling the underside of them. I am going crazy with tickles, I am trying so hard not to laugh, my foot in tickle spasms as Caleb continues to tickle torture my foot.

I snort out a giggle and he stops. I am really breathing hard, but trying to sound like I am snoring. I want him to keep tickling me. Then he starts again, this time with something sorta sharp, up my arch. As he tickles my toes my foot spasms at the touch of the sharp object, and I blurt out a giggle, he stops again and I can hear him climb back into the hammock. I fall back to sleep, smiling once again that my friend tickled my foot.

I wake up before Caleb. I lay there staring at his sleeping form on his back – his feet together. He is softly snoring. I look at my watch and see its almost 3pm. We had better think about getting ready to go. I stare at his feet so soft, and cute. I reach down to the base of a tree where tall grass has grown, its kinda stiff and has the furry end on it. I swipe a couple of pieces and slowly lower the furry end to

Caleb’s toes. I tease just under the pads. I watch his toes twitch, his feet stay in place, as I tickle and tickle them his toes twitch more, his feet wiggle about, – I hear a slight giggle leave Caleb’s lips, yet he remains asleep, I tickle his toes even more, using the other sprig to caress up and down each of his arches one then the other – up and down, up and down.

Caleb giggles again moaning a “staahhahap” “noooo” another slight giggle. I think ‘Man he is out’. I continue the tickling of his toes and arches with the tall grass sprigs. His feet in tickle heaven as I torture them. Caleb giggles in his sleep, saying “Nooo staahahhahhaap no more”. I am loving every moment of it, – It has been almost 15 minutes since I started to tickle his feet. They start to rub together and Caleb mumbles in his sleep.

I continue the tickling, as Caleb finally looks down and sees what I am doing. He pulls his feet down giggling, “Nate, what are you doing?”, he blurts out.

“Waking you up. We have to get going”. Caleb rubs his feet with his hands, and I mention that his feet are pretty ticklish.

He said his feet are his most ticklish spot, and his toes are the worst. I just grin. Surprisingly, Caleb asks me if my feet are ticklish. I lied and said I didn’t know, I had never been tickled on my feet before.

“First time for everything” – he says. So I take my left foot and place it on the side of his hammock and tell him to tickle my foot. He looked shocked, and just stared at my sole. I say “Go ahead – tickle my foot. I tickled yours”.

Caleb takes hold of my ankle and then strokes his index finger up and down my arch, across my toes. I was in hysterical laughter begging him to stop. After a minute and a half he did stop. I was still giggling, and Caleb looked like he loved doing it. We agree that our feet being tickled is our greatest weakness. We grin at each other, put our shoes on and head back to the cabin.

We get back just before 4pm. Caleb and I wash our hands and set up the picnic table for dinner. Caleb seems to be daydreaming. I say “Wake-up sleepyhead”. We both laugh as he says “You know how to wake me up”. He winks. I think to myself, he really liked it. I grin wide at him.

Caleb tells my mom about the wonderful place I took him to – the trees the pond. I am smiling inside, glad he liked it so much. Not to mention our little tickle fun.

My mother totally surprises me by saying that we can camp up there tonight if we want. Caleb turns to me -asking if we could, all I can do is shake my head yes and a “Yea”. –

After dinner we both clean up and go to take down the tent and pack for our hike back up to the site. As Caleb pulls his pack out of the tent, a feather falls out of the front pocket. I immediately see it and say “What’s the feather for Caleb?” I already know he used it on my foot the night before.

“Its my lucky feather- I take it everywhere” was his response.

I slip my right socked foot out of my shoe and say, “If you’re lucky, maybe later we can find another purpose for that feather”. Then I wiggle my toes. Caleb’s eyes go wide and stares at my toes. He lifts his head and grins at me just as wide as he frantically packs faster. I grin, knowing that later we are going to have a lots of laughs.

Part 3 – Caleb’s Account

I packed as fast as I could, just so Nate and I could get up to his special place before we had to call it a night. And thinking about him teasing me with his socked foot. My head was spinning. I was thinking ‘boy, I am gonna tickle him real good if that is what he wants’

Nate said “I’ll be right back Caleb, I need to get something before we go”.

“Okay” I call to him as he slow jogs to the back of the cabin. I see Nate come back with a plastic grocery bag. I can’t tell what’s in it and I am really not concerned, I am caught up in the thought of tickling him.

Nate is grinning as he stuffs the whatever it is in the grocery bag into his back-pack. “There”, he says. “That is just about it. We have packed some food, clothes, Toothpaste, plenty of water. I think we are all ready to go.”

I say to Nate “I’m ready man”.

He says “Yea, me too”. Let’s go say goodbye to my folks and we’ll head out”.

I nod. We go and say our goodbyes and let them know we will be back early afternoon tomorrow. They wish us a good time and they will see us then.

Nate and I start our trek back up the hill. I feel I have to press him about him showing me his socked foot and saying that if I am lucky we can find a purpose for my feather.

I’m behind Nate as we hike up the trail. I finally say “Nate, this is gonna sound a little weird, but what did you mean earlier when you said we could find a purpose for my feather, and then you showed me your socked foot? I mean….do you want me to tickle your foot with the feather?”

Nate lets out a giggle. “Well, I have to be honest. yeah I do. I wonder what it will feel like, ya know, I thought it was fun earlier today when you tickled my foot, and I was tickle teasing yours. I hope that does not sound too weird”.

“No, no. I actually had fun tickling your foot too, and it’s been a long time since anyone has tickled my foot. I….well, I sorta really enjoyed it too”. Nate turns and smiles big at me, I in turn smile back at him.

It seems like forever to get back up to Nate’s secret place. My head full of thoughts of tickling him again. Only this time he will be awake and encouraging me to do it and I hope he will tickle me back. I am swimming with emotion – of how we are going to have our tickle fun Maybe I should tell him I am a foot fetishist and tickle hound …..maybe he is too. I know it’s the beginning of, I hope, a great tickle-bud relationship.

We finally arrive and set our gear down near the two hammocks, We still have about three and a half hours of light, so we both quickly put up the tent. While I dig a deep fire-pit, Nate goes off to hunt for some firewood. In the 20 minutes I have been digging the pit and finding some rocks to put around it, Nate has gathered a lot of wood for us to have a nice fire.

I go and put our gear in the tent. Nate comes over just in time to see me placing the sleeping bags head to foot. He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Nice job Caleb. You know how we like them”. He laughs and I give a good chuckle of my own. He says -“I think we are pretty well set up man. Time to relax a bit”. He winks at me. I grin.

He heads over towards the hammocks, turns and says “Caleb, don’t forget your lucky feather”. He half laughs. I reach in the tent and get my feather outta my pack, then run over to the hammocks. Nate is already barefoot and laying in his. I get in my hammock and take my shoes and socks off, as I lay back and get relaxed Nate puts his left foot on the side of mine, I put my left foot on his. I stare at his foot, his toes slightly twitch.

I lean in without thinking and sniff between his second and third toe Nate giggles. “What are you doing man?”. I didn’t realize I did it. it was an impulse reaction. I blush hard. “I, I, um….”

 

“You like my feet don’t you?”. Nate asks.

I blush again “Yeah, I didn’t want to say anything, but you have awesome feet, and they smell so sweet”.

Nate grins and chuckles. “Well you can sniff them if you want”. I put my nose back in between his toes, sniffing in between all of them. I let my fingertips caress his arch and heel. As I do Nate begins to giggle. He takes his fingers and begins to spider them up and down my sole and my toe pads. I twitch my foot, and begin to giggle pretty steady. His foot smells fantastic, and now I am tickling him pretty steady with my fingers. Then I reach for my feather. Nate’s eyes bug out as I begin the slide the feather between his toes.

Nate bursts out with staccato giggles, his toes splay out as he begins to rake his fingertips up and down my arch. I also burst into a hearty laugh. Here we are – tickling each other’s feet. we are swaying and laughing like crazy in the hammocks, as each of our feet are in tickle torture heaven.

Nate calls out “Stop!”. I do, and he stops tickling my foot as well. We lay there panting, still giggling to ourselves. “OMG, OMG! That was intense”, Nate says panting for breath.

I start to massage his foot deep kneading it, as he lays his head back and moans. “That feels awesome Caleb”. He closes his eyes and smiles. “Caleb?”

“Yeah Nate?” I continue to massage his foot.

“Um, when we tickle wrestled – you seemed pretty ticklish on your ribs”.

“Yea – I am”. I grin, having an idea where this is going.

“Could I tickle your ribs and armpits?”.

I laugh. “Ok. but if I say ‘stop’, you have to stop”. Nate nods. I let go of his foot, he reaches down and grabs his shoes. He puts them on, and goes to the tent.

“Nate. where are you going?”

“I need to get my pack”.

I shrug and wait for him to return. Nate comes back with his pack. He pulls out the grocery bag. I watch intently as he opens it. Nate pulls out some rope – several strands of it in different lengths. I mumble –

“Nate, what your planning to do?”.

“I promise Caleb – I will stop if you tell me to. I want to tie you up, so you can’t curl into a ball”.

I half grin. “Ok, but you will stop if I say stop?”.

“Promise”.

“Okay then – you can tie me up”. Nate ties my wrists together then stretched out over my head, then he spreads my feet apart and ties each ankle to the side of the hammock.

They are too far apart to rub together. I am soon practically immobile. Nate stands back and looks at my tied form “Oh, one more thing he pulls my shirt up over my head. It rests on my forearms. My entire torso is bared for his tickle delight. I begin to wonder if this is a good idea. I also know that I have had secret fantasies of being tied and tickled, and what a better person to have do it to me than Nate. He is drop dead gorgeous, kind, and I trust him.

“Now where is that feather of yours?”, Nate asks. It’s laying by my side. He takes it and twirls in his fingers as he stares at me. I look up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

Nate smiles at me. He takes the feather, and slowly lowers it into my left armpit. He feathers circular motions in the center of my pit. He keeps making the circle a little bigger, so it covers most of my pit. I close my eyes and bite my lip, trying hard to hold back the laughter. My arm begins to shake – it’s becoming unbearable. He continues to make circular tickles in my pit. I can’t hold back. I start to giggle. Nate grins – he’s broken me. He speeds up the feather in my pit, I burst out in laughter. Nate is tickling up a storm in my pit, feathering all around it. I am in the throws of hysterical laughter. My pit feels like it’s on fire from the tickling sensations.

Tears start to form in my eyes. All this from just my left pit being feathered. I continue to laugh and laugh as Nate reaches over with his left hand and spiders his fingertips in my right pit. My laughter goes up an octave from the new sensation. His fingers spidering all around my right pit as he feathers my left. My head shaking back and forth. In tickle torturous pleasure.

After about 20 minutes, I finally have to yell for Nate to stop. He does just as he said he would. I lay there – eyes closed, giggling, tears streaming down my cheeks, panting trying to catch my breath. Nate says. “You ok Caleb?”. All I can do is nod.

“Okay bud, tell me when I can start again”. I nod again.

About 5 minutes have passed. and I look up at Nate, “Okay”.

Nate says “Are you sure?”. I close my eyes and nod. Nate switches sides and begins to feather my right pit as his fingers spider all over my left pit. I immediately burst out in laughter. OMG it tickles so bad, but it feels so good. His feathering is torturous enough, but the spidering of his fingertips all over my pit is ten times worse.

After about 5 minutes of non-stop tickling, Nate drops the feather and spiders both hands fingers into each of my pits. I scream out in laughter. I am shaking, twisting in spasmodic tickle pleasure.

Nate continues to tickle my pits with his fingers. After about 15 minutes of the pit ticking, I have to call out “STOP”. Nate does. I am covered in sweat, my hair matted to my head. My tear stained face looks up at Nate. ‘OMG man you’re killing me….but I like it”.

Nate leans down a couple inches from my face. “Me too bud – I feel like I can tell you now, I have wanted to tickle you since the first time I saw you”.

My eyes go wide, “Really?”

“Yeah, and Caleb, I really like you man. I never imagined I could be doing this with you”.

“Nate – I am glad, because I really want you to tickle me senseless. I love to be tickled, and only by guys”.

Nate grins. “Shall we continue then?”. I close my eyes and nod. My eyes are closed as I wait for Nate to plunge into my pits again. I don’t have to wait long – just after my thought he delves into my pits, both hands full-on. I am filled with hysterical laughter once again.

“OMG, HAHAHHAAHAHAA, NOOOO AHHAHAHAHAHAH NATE, C’MON. AHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHA”

He just keeps tickling my pits, driving me insane with laughter. This goes on for another 20 minutes. I am wanting to tell him to stop. Then he then moves to my ribs. Dancing his fingers, poking, jabs and jiggling his fingertips all over my rib cage. I am losing it, tears streaming down my face. God it tickles so bad. Not as bad as my pits but I am still outta breath as I heave heavy laughter out of my lungs.

Then Nate scribbles his left hand fingers all over my ribcage as he takes the feather and teases the inside of my belly button, I scream out in shrieks “HHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA NOOO NOO, STOP SSTOP HAHHAHAA”

Nate stops the tickling and the feather torture of my bellybutton. I am laying there, covered in sweat. eyes closed, panting real hard for some air. A break from Nate’s tickle torture.

After a few minutes, I open my eyes to see Nate standing over me – smiling, “Are you okay bud?”, he asks.

“Yeah, but I needed a break, you are evil in your tickling”. We both giggle at the statement.

“Your bellybutton is pretty ticklish Caleb”.

“I had no idea”, I say. Nate grins at me twirling the feather in his fingertips. My eyes go wide.

“You ready?”. I lick my lips, close my eyes, and nod. The feather touches inside my belly button, twirling around the entire crater. I am laughing hysterically over just a feather in my belly button.

“Nate, Nate c’mon, HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO MORE HAHAHHAAHAHA”. Nate is smiling so wide. he reminds me that I did not say stop. I laugh even louder (if that’s possible). Then his fingertips spider all over my stomach. soft tickles, as the feather does its damage in my belly button. My stomach spasms. My whole body is shaking from the tickles. He continues to torture me for another 20 minutes before I have to say “STOP!!!”.

My whole body is shivering with tickles. Nate starts to massage my left foot, deep kneading over my arch and heel. My breathing is getting back to normal and I begin to relax into Nate’s foot massage, I still half giggle when I think about the torture that he has put me through so far. God that feels awesome on my foot. I say “Nate that feels awesome, thanx for the break man”

“No prob Caleb. you have to realize what my next targets are going to be”. He squeezes my foot. I let out a small laugh.

“Yeah whew, my feet huh?”.

Nate giggles. “Yep”, he says. I close my eyes and nod. I return to enjoying the most of his massage before he begins to tickle my feet.

“Caleb”, he says. “You have the most incredible looking feet”. Then I feel it – something prickly on my left arch, gliding up and down. I begin to giggle, my foot twitches. “Yeah you think so man?”.

“I do”. The tickling continues. I open my eyes and see Nate has picked up a pine needle branch is stroking my foot with it. My toes splay out and my foot twitches. It is more of an annoying tickle than one that would send me off the charts in laughter. Nate continues to tickle just my left foot. I am only softly giggling as Nate takes the feather and slides it between the toes of my right foot. I break out into laughter. My right foot dances in tickle hell, as my left foot is enjoying the prickly tickles of the pine branch.

Nate keeps up the feather tickling of my right foot’s toes. He has stopped teasing my left with the pine branch. I suddenly feel his teeth on my foot, scraping all over my heel and arch. I burst out into hysterical laughter once again, as Nate bites and nibbles my heel and arch. “OMG OMG – HAHHAHAHHAHA HAHA AH AHHAHAHHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHHA”.

My foot goes wild with the new sensation from his biting. Nate takes the quill part of the feather and now is tickling up and down my entire right foot with it, the sharp quill doing its work of tickling my right foot. I am laughing so hard that I am just about silent, except for gasps of air I take so I can howl silently in laughter.

Nate nibbles and bites my foot as he scribbles the quill end over my entire right sole and heel for over 25 minutes. I am in the throws of tickle torture – my head thrashing back and forth as I laugh my lungs out.

Finally, Nate stops all the tickling. He massages and rubs both my feet. I pant like crazy, calming down and enjoying his foot massage again. Nate leans in and kisses the tip of the big toe on my left foot, then he does the same to my right. I lay there – sweaty, panting, ginning.

“Caleb, are you okay?”. My eyes are closed. I nod.

“Nate that was amazing. I loved it”. I slowly open my eyes. Nate is smiling at me while he continues to massage my soles and toes. I smile back and close my eyes. I love that he is being compassionate in his massage after he just tickle tortured me. I sigh. Grin across my lips.

The massaging stops. I open my eyes – Nate is standing over me. “Hey, how are you doing now Caleb?”.

“Great – thanx. I loved the foot massage….and the tickling”. We laugh. Then Nate begins to dance his fingertips in both my armpits again. I bust out in laughter again.

“HAHAHHAHAHA HAHHAHA HAHAHA NOO HAHAAHAAHHA NATE NATE HAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHA”

“I just wanted to have those pits one more time Caleb”. He stops the tickling of my pits and unties my hands and ankles.

As he is untying me. I think ‘wait until we are in the tent asleep – his feet are all mine’. I smile inside.

I still lay there. Eyes closed, panting and grinning. Nate has long since untied me and I have pulled my shirt down to cover my tortured torso. I rub my feet together to rid myself of the phantom tickles. I can’t believe that Nate loves to tickle. Perfect – and he is ticklish himself to boot. I slightly giggle to myself. knowing I am going to find out just how ticklish he is.

Nate yells out from the fire-pit. “Caleb, c’mon man. Put your shoes on and come sit by the fire”.

I yell back – “I’ll be right there”. I turn out of the hammock. sliding on my socks and shoes. I sit down next to Nate by the fire. I smile and lean into him. giving him a shoulder bump.

Nate half giggles. “What?”.

“You man. You just tickled the shit outta me!”.

“Are you complaining?”. Nate leers at me.

“No, no, but I was thinking, I wonder how ticklish you are. I mean I know your feet are ticklish, but what about your pits and stomach?”. I give him a seductive glance.

He laughs. “You’ll find out soon enough. Hey I got us some sticks so we can cook the hotdogs over the fire”.

I grin. “Cool man. I am starving”. Nate goes and gets the hotdogs. we put them on the sticks and enjoy some great camaraderie.

It’s already gotten pretty dark and I am beat and not just from the day (from the hour and a half of tickle torment from Nate). I look at him. “Hey, I’ll be right back”. he nods. I get back to the hammock – get my feather and go back to the fire and Nate. He laughs when he sees me holding the feather.

Half laughing, he asks. “You gonna need that later?”.

I smile. “Yeah”.

Nate bursts out in laughter. Man, I think. I love his laugh. I head to the tent first to turn my sleeping bag down and put the feather close by. I prepare Nate’s for later. I take several of his rope pieces and place them under his sleeping bag, in hopes that I can mummify him and have at his feet, I tuck them around the edges so they should go unnoticed. I evilly grin to myself. I head back to the fire once again.

Nate is poking the fire with a stick, stirring up fire embers. He seems so sullen. I sit down next to him – grab my stick and poke at the fire next to Nate’s stick. He taps my stick with his. I smile. I turn to look into his eyes that are already staring into mine. We become statues. Staring at each other. The ends of our lips, slightly curled into a smile, I blush.

After what feels like a long silence Nate says “Caleb”.

“Yea man?” – I say. “Caleb, I had a blast tickling you earlier”. He lowers his head. “I mean. I hope I didn’t go too far”,

“No, I really liked it, honest”. “I have had a tickle fetish all my life and I love to tickle almost as much as I like to be tickled, and Nate, you did great at tickling me – You really had me in a euphoric tickle heaven”. It’s Nate’s turn to blush.

“….and Nate – it’s my turn”. I laugh and poke his side. He curls into my touch “Time for bed?”, he asks with a wink.

I look at him softly. “Yea, I think so”.

I head to the tent as Nate pours water on the fire. I enter, clicking on the light and then take my shirt, pants and socks off, I climb into my sleeping bag. I lay back and wait. I hear Nate walking towards the tent. He kicks off his shoes and climbs in the tent. He sits down on his bag, looking at me.

I look up at his smiling face. He teases me as he slowly strip teases taking off his left sock. I start to giggle. when he finally pulls the sock from his foot, he wiggles his toes at me. I giggle more. then he starts with his right sock, doing the same thing. I lay there giggling away, loving his teasing strip tease of his feet. When they are both bare. he extends them out about a foot from my face. I stare at his awesome feet while he takes his shirt off.

Then his feet disappear under his jeans pant legs. He pulls his pants off, and re-extends his feet again, back near my face. I can almost smell them they are so close. He wiggles his toes for me. I giggle staring at them.

“What are you waiting for”, Nate says finally.

I look up at him. “What are you talking about?”, I half laugh.
Nate moves his left foot closer to my face. He smiles. I stare at his toes. I turn and look up into his eyes, “Nate, I would love to. But you sorta wrecked me with all the tickling. I am beat! Maybe I can play with your feet tomorrow?”.

Nate frowns saying “Maybe just a little?” – He moves his foot over to my face.his big and second toe grab hold of the end of my nose. I burst out a giggle.

Grabbing his foot, I stick my nose between his first and second toe and take a deep sniff. Nate lays his head back and lets out a laugh. I flick my tongue against the underside of his toe pads licking back and forth. Nate bursts out into continuous giggles as I tease his toes with my tongue. I smile inside, thinking ‘even my tongue tickles his feet’. I continue with the tongue toe tickles, listening to Nate’s laughter.

After a few minutes, I stop licking Nate’s toes. His giggling calms down. I begin to massage his foot. “Why did you stop Caleb?”. he asks

“Nate I love your feet. I love feet in general, that is my thing. But I am so beat that even though I would love to continue, I really need to get some sleep”. I lean in and kiss the bottom of his foot, then stroke my index finger up his arch. Nate started with a moan, ended up with a sharp laugh as I tickled his foot.

“Okay”, he says. “Get some sleep Caleb. We can have lots of laughs tomorrow. I mean…I will have lots of laughs tomorrow”. Nate pulls his legs up and into his sleeping bag. I begin to close my eyes.

That’s when I hear Nate say “Just in case you change your mind”. He chuckles. I open my eyes to see him unzipping the end of his sleeping bag, pulling the zipper up around the corner for another foot or so.

I smile at him. he smiles back at me Nate clicks off the light and lays down saying “Caleb, sleep sweet. See you in the morning bud”.

He reaches out and squeezes my calf. I lay there in total tickle love ecstasy.

I lay there dreamily thinking of my day with Nate, I really like this guy. I finally have found a tickle-bud. I grin inside. I listen to Nate’s breathing. I wait to hear him begin to snore. I am not sure how long it finally takes. I hear it. He is deep slow-breathing, snoring softly. It turns out Nate is on his back with his legs out in front of him. Perfect. I reach over his sleeping form and find the ends of the ropes. one by one I pull them over his body. I find the other ends and begin to pull them together. Tying them loosely at first. Once they are all tied. I tighten them, drawing the bag tight to his sleeping body. Nate lets out a snort, but continues to snore softly. Now I have him tied pretty tight inside his bag. I reach for my feather. and the end of his sleeping bag. I slip my hand in first, feeling for his feet. I don’t have to go far before I feel the softness of his arches. his feet are next to each other. Mmmmm.

I unzip the flap of the tent and grab one of my shoes. I pull the lace out. Then I role the end of Nate’s sleeping bag up exposing his sleeping feet. I tuck the top half under one of the bindings. I take the lace and gently tie both of his big toes together. Nate lets out another snort and twitches his feet. Rather tries to twitch his feet.

Nate grunts. “Wha… what the”. He begins to struggle within his bindings.

I whisper “Shhhhhh. Nate.just relax and enjoy”. I let out a soft giggle.

“Oh shit. oh shit”, Nate laughs out. “Caleb I cant move my feet. what are you up to?”, he says with a giggle.

I click on the light so Nate can see. Nate lifts his head – he sees his big toes tied together and the rest of the ropes that hold him tight. “No,no,no.no, Caleb, OMG, no!”, Nate bursts out in giggles of anticipation.

“You said. In case I changed my mind. Well that’s what I did – I changed my mind”. Taking the feather in hand, I softly tease the tips of his toes with the stiff tip. Nate begins to giggle. He twitches his toes as best he can. I simply glide the feather over the tips of his toes.

Nate’s giggles are steady. I up the ante by tracing small circles with my index finger of my other hand all over his arches and heels. Nate bursts out in all out laughter, his feet twitching in tickle-torture-heaven. “HAHAHAHHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHE AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA. CALEB, CALEB! HAHAAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA”.

His laughter is tickle love to my ears. I keep tickling him for a long while, probably fifteen minutes. Not once did Nate ask me to stop. I stop tickling his feet and begin to massage his soles and toes.

Nate lays there – breathing,panting, giggling still. Slight moans escape from his lips. “Caleb, “Caleb” – he giggles out. “How much longer?”.

I knead his soles and arches. “Not too much longer bud”.

Nate looks down at me and nods his head. He drops his head back onto his pillow. closing his eyes. His breath calming down to almost normal. I can see he is enjoying the massage. ummmm. I stick my nose between the toes of his right foot, then his left. I sniff in that awesome aroma. Nate moans out in pleasure. his toes try to grab my nose. I chuckle at his attempts. I flick my tongue at his toes. Nate gasps and giggles.

I keep flicking my tongue. I love savoring the sweet taste of his wiggling toes, listening to his laughter, slipping my tongue between each of his toes, giving tickle-tongue-love to his toes.

Nate seems to be lost in tickle-rapture. He is moaning. Giggling. wiggling his toes. mmmmm. I keep tonguing his toes. Keeping his laughter on the edge. I take the feather’s quill. and stroke it up and down his right heel and arch. Nate howls out in laughter. I begin to bite and nibble his left foot – just like he did to me earlier.

Nate is lost in hysterical laughter. “HAAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHA NOOOO NO NO HHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAAHOO C’MON HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA NO MORE NO MORE HEHEHHEHE AHAHHAHAHA”

I yell out “Nate you didn’t tell me to stop”.

Nate screams out. “HAHAHHAHAHAH HEHEHEEE CALEB CALEB – PLEEEEHHEHEHESE.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”. Nate is thrashing his head back and forth. Tears are starting to stream down his face.

“C’MON PLEEHEHEHHEHESSE MAN HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHA AHHAHAHAHAHAHA OK, OK, OK STAAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAPP”. I stop torturing Nate’s feet. I rub them instead.

Nate is in distress, huffing for air. “Caleb, please no more man. You are killing me”, he giggles.

“Nate, I will stop, on one condition – you let me tickle your armpits and ribs tomorrow”.

“Ok ok, you can tickle me tomorrow. Please stop”, he laughs.

“You got it man”, I answer. I take his tied feet in my hands. I sniff between his toes one more time. I make soft licks on the pads of his toes. Nate moans out again he mumbles “Thank you”.

I whisper “Until tomorrow then”. I untie him. I kiss the bottom of each of his feet before I zip up his sleeping bag. “Sleep sweet Nate”.

“Sleep sweet Caleb”.

“Tomorrow”, I say.

Nate lets out a giggle. “Yea, tomorrow”.

Hammock Armpit Torture

 
Morning eventually came — I was feeling that it took much longer than it should have -I just spent the better part of the early night tickling and teasing Nate’s feet — I love his laugh and that he is a tickle-fiend as well — that is awesome — I was first to wake up — Nate was still sleeping pretty soundly …… I stared at his motionless form … listening to him snoring softly .. *I grin* — I reach out and slowly unzip the bottom portion of his sleeping bag — I reach my extended fingers into the flap that has been opened — I can feel the heat of his foot — I start to caress the botton of his sole– his foot wiggles — Nate snort’s — I keep up my soft tickle-rubs of his foot — Nate snort’s again … this time with a slight giggle …. his foot spasms — I tickle harder – With a loud bark of laughter … Nate pulls his foot back out of reach of my fingers- snort- laughing – “You just couldn’t help yourself … could you?” — we both laugh- “Ready for today bud?” — I ask Nate — grinning wide — he chuckles — “Yea, you’re going to tickle my pit’s huh?” — I nod vigorously — he laughs —

I climb out of the tent — slipping on my hiking shoes – I head towards the fire pit — Nate – yawning — climbs out – stretches and looks over to what I am doing — I watch as he puts his shoes on as well – I had tickled those feet not seven hours before — my body shudders –

I start a fire – getting ready to cook breakfast for us both – the smoke is volumous and clouds the area pretty thick — I can hear Nate call out– “Caleb .. sheesh dude .. don’t set the whole place on fire !!” — I can hear his ringing laughter with my own —

After a few minutes the fire gets burning real well and the smoke is almost non-existant – I place the frying pan on the make-shift – grate we made over the fire — eggs (scrambled *of course*) bacon are starting to cook — Nate coo’s out — “Smell’s Great Cal’ — I smile and nod at him–

We sit around the fire enjoying our breakfast – We finish our meal and I
take our plates over to the wash bucket and clean them up — after I lay them on a towel to air dry – I walk back over to where Nate is sitting — I stand there … grinning — Nate looks up at me with this off-curved smile –“Now?” — he hesitantly asks — “Yea… now” — I giggle – Nate lowers his head and we both walk towards the hammock’s –

Nate removes his shoes and lays back into one of the hammocks — he instinctively places his arms over his head … and his socked feet on either side of the hammock –He watches every move I make as I begin at his feet — I tie his left foot first — then his right — as I finish– I drag my index finger up his socked sole — Nate lets out a soft giggle– I grin —

I move up to his waiting hands — I tie them together and then secure them to the hammock – making sure his upper torso is pretty taut — Nate winces at me — as I gaze a smile down at him — “Oh man… one more thing” — I say as I run back to the tent – Nates eyes go wide as he sees what I have in my hand — *a blindfold* – Nate starts to whine — “C’mon Cal .. no blindfold .. ” he lets out a soft giggle — “Oh yeah Nate… I want you to feel what I am doing without you seeing what I am doing… it intensfies the feeling” — I chuckle back at him …

I place the blindfold over his eyes — Nates sighs — I then move to the foot end of the hammock and gently remove his right sock — “AWWWW… Cal .. not my feet.. you are not going to tickle my feet are you?” – his leg pulls at the ropes– I laugh– “No, but if I get bored with your armpits .. I might want to fill that time with tickling your foot” – Nate moans as his sock is completely removed from his foot ….

I stare at my prize — his bare torso and right foot — and now he is going to get tickled — I grin wide —

I take my *lucky feather* — and slowly trace it all over Nate’s naked torso — his chest … ribs… flat stomach …. around his nipples.. and in and all around his naked pits — Nate is grinning madly — his body twitches and spasms as the feather lightly ticklels him — I have only been able to coax out a slight giggle every now and then — but his body is giving me a great show — the goose-pimply skin — his gyrating body– his head rocking back and forth in tickle-pleasure – I even glance down to his feet… — his toes splaying and curling as if they are reacting from their own ghostly tickles —

I continue with the feather tickles for over a half hour — making Nate’s skin much more sensitive to touch — I drop the feather and begin to use my fingertips — lightly stroking and teasing just as I did with the feather – spending more time on his armpits this time around — Nate is giggling more and more as I tease his armpits with my fingers – *spidering them all over and around them — I also move my fingers over his chest, sides, stomach — Nate is writhing more and more — lost in a steady flow of *giggles… Nate shakes – laughs and moans in tickle pleasure –his pits seem to be pretty sensitive so I continue to lightly tickle them — His body is covered in sweat as I tickle his pits with my finger-tips for another long while —

When I stop tickling with my fingertips — I rest both my hands on top of each of his pits — Nate moans – “No.. no.. don’t do it” — he half laughs as I begin tapping my fingers in the center of each of his pits – “Well bud, its time that I really make you laugh” — I chuckle – “No …. no.. c’mon Cal .. don’t” — Nate pleading says — I count down — ” 3 … 2….1… ” my hands dive into his pits with full force.. — Nate loses it instantly — “HAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHA… HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA.. OMG.. OMG.. HAHAHAHAHAHA.. NO . NO… HEEHHEHEHHEHAHAHAHHAAHHA.. CALEB.. CALEB.. HAHAHHAHHAHAHHAA HHEHEHAH.. PLEEEHEHEHHEASSS .. AHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAA ….”– I continue tickling his pits for a while — sweat forms all over his body as he shakes , laughing in tickle torment —

Nate continues to scream out in laughter as I scribble deeply within the hollows of his pits — his head shaking back and forth as he bellows out high pitched squeals — his body is shaking — his feet wiggling — toes flexing — “HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA.. HAHAHHAHAHA.. CALEB .. HAHAHHAHAHAHAA .. NO MORE.. HAHAHHEHEHEHEHAHAHEHEHA.. NO MORE .. PLEEHEHHEEHEHEHSSSE.. HAHAHAHAHAH..” – I stop my onslaught of deep tickling of his pits and go to just massaging them — Nate is panting hard – licking his lips — I jog to the tent and retrieve his water bottle–

I get back to the hammock where Nate is still panting– calming down– “Hey bud”- I say — “Are you doing ok?… I have water for you” – Nate nods his head –“Yea.. yea.. dude you are killing me” — he laughs — *If only he could see the smile on my face as I gently tip the bottle towards his waiting lips —

Nate ends up drinking the entire bottle of water — “Better be careful man” — I warn – “You don’t want me tickling the *piss* outta you do you?” — We both bust up laughing — “No .. no.. Caleb even you are not that cruel” — I chuckle —

I caress the top of his sweat/matted hair — “Hey.. man .. let me know when you are ready to go again.. take your time” — I continue to stroke his hair — Nate nods– “Ok. in a minute or two..” — “No problem”– I respond ..

After a period of time — Nate finally says– “Ok I’m ready” – he licks his lips again and again– takes in of a couple deep breaths– tests his bonds– I grin — “Nate … tell you what… I am going to go easy on you this time around” — “What does that mean?” — he asks – “You’ll see” – I giggle — Nate moans — “Oh no” –

I take two prickly pine-branchs that I found and begin to stroke them all around Nate’s armpits — Nate gasps — then bursts into giggles — “hahhahahahaa… omg .. omg … what is that?… hahhahahhahaa..” — I continue to stroke them all around his pits and once in a while — up and down his sides — Nate is giggling pretty steadily but not into heaving laughter — “hahahhahaaa .. ohhh.hahhahahhahhahaa.. it tickles… it tickles.. heheheheehehahahahahahahaha.. Caleb.. hahhahaa.. what are you doing.. hahhahahahaheahha. hahahahhaaha.. hahahhaa..” –“Pine branches… great tickle devices” — Nate could only reply- ‘hahhahahhaha…hahhaha… hahahhahahhahahahahaeha…omg… oh.. hahahahaha” – “Tell me when you want me to stop bud” – I grin as I stroke all over his torso …. and especially his pits—

Nate is laughing pretty steady but has not asked me to stop — I keep up the pine branch torture — Nates body is quaking with laughter — I even trail the prickly branches over his stomach — his belly spasms when I do that — I giggle -grin while I watch him react to the tickles —

After about 20 minutes of this torture — I ask Nate – “How you doin bud?” — His body drenched in sweat — he blurts out between giggles — “hahahhaahhaha . ok…. ok.. hahahhahahahaa.. man this.. hehehehhaheha.. is maddening…. ” — “You want me to stop?” — I gingerly ask– “Yea…hahhahahhaa. yea…. I need a break.. hahhahahha” — “Ok man .. you’ve earned it” — I smile wide —

Once again Nate is left panting hard — his body is still twitching from the tickles — While he regains his breath – I go to the foot of the hammock and begin to massage his bare foot — thumbing over the heel… arch… ball … and to the base of his toes… – Nate lets out a moan of satisfaction — I continue to massage his foot deeply — it helps to calm him down — he lays there– his blindfolded head — with a huge smile on his face.. slight moans leave his lips — “That feels incredible Caleb” — he moans — “There are benefits to letting me tickle the crap outta you.. ya know” — We both break into laughter –

Five minutes have passed and I stop massaging his foot — I move towards the other end — ‘Nate” — I ask — “You ready yet?” — “Nate smiles and says- “Yea… I think so” – he lets out a chuckle —

I place my fingers on each of his pits — “Oh.. no…no…no..no..nooo.. not that again” — he whines out — “It won’t be as long this time” — I giggle back at him —

“HAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAA…HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.. OMG.. OMG.. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.. NOOOOO..HAHHAHAHHAHAA.. STAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHAAP.. HAHHAHAHAHAHA.. HAHAHHAAA… CMON–HAHHAHAHHAHAHA.. DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE… HAHAHHAHHAHAHAA…NO.. MORE MAN….. HAHAHHAHAHHAA HAHAHHAHHAHAA” — That’s when I feel it — a hand on my shoulder —

I stop tickling Nates pits and turn around abruptly — there stand 5 high school looking guys — Nate is left gasping for air — the main guy out in front of the rest says — “What are you doing to your bud.. man?” — “I uhh.. we are just playing a game” — I stutter out — Nate cries out – “Whose there….. CALEB? .. Talk to me” — “Don’t worry bud… we are going to help you out” — the main kid says ..– Two of his guys walk towards me —

Next thing I know is my shirt is ripped off of me — my shoes and socks removed — I am forcfully put into the other hammock — I end up tied just the way I did to Nate — my socks are used as a blindfold — Nate keeps calling out — but his plea’s go unanswered — I try to struggle–but I know I am outnumbered —

I call out – “What are you going to do to me?” — all I hear is low laughter then he whispers in my ear– “We are going to give you a taste of your own medicine.” — I gulp …and sigh out.. “Ohh.. nooo”

Comments are appreciated — Muah, Tig

 

The Surprise Tickling

I then feel are two hands fingers – tickling inside my hairless armpits – I squirm as much as the bonds allow – biting my lip – his fingers dig deeper into my pits – I burst out in giggles – Nate cries out – *What’s happening? Whats going on … Caleb .. CALEB !!!!” — I can’t answer – I am giggling non-stop with the fingers scribbling all around my bare pits — Then I feel fingers running up and down both of my arches and tickling my toes – I lose it – I am laughing full on as four hands tickle my weakest spots — Even over my laughter I can hear Nate calling out for me – then two hands start scribbling all over my stomach and sides – Six hands tickling me now – I am quaking in the hammock – my body riddled with tickles – I am just about screaming in hysterical laughter – the fingers keep tickling me … tickling me…

Tears are streaming down my cheeks … my face red… head shaking back and forth .. my screams of laughter -filling the air .. pleading with my captors to stop tickling me.. — poor Nate having to lay there and listen to my forced tortured laughter – I squirm my feet back and forth trying to evade the tickling fingers – I try to pull my arms down to cover my pits .. its no use .. I am their tickle victim – I hear a voice in my ear – “How does it feel .. Caalebb…?? Do you like to get tickled as much as you like tickling your bud here?… Do Ya??” – “NO.. NO.AHHAHA
HHAHAHAHA.. AHHH.. PLEEEAASSEA SSTTAAAAPP… HAHAHHAHE HAHEHAHHEHHHEA.. I CAN’T TAKE ITT.. HAHAHAAAHA .. PLEEEESHSHSHEHEHHEESSSE. NO MOREEE HAHHAA…– but the fingers continue to rack havoc upon my body – tickling me to insanity ..

All of a sudden – the tickling stops – I am laying there — panting.. drenched in sweat … pleading between breaths.. “no more.. pleeeease.. pleeeaase. No more .. no more…. Take my money .. anything .. just pleaseee. No more tickling.. pleeasssee let us go” — “What’s the matter Caleb? .. You seemed to like tickling your bud here… Maybe we can take over where you left off” – Until that moment Nate had laid there silent – listening to my tortured laughing – “What..WHAT … NO .. NO.. DON’T TICKLE ME… “ – then I heard it – “AHAHHAAHAA.. NO NOOOOOOOOOO.. HAHHAHAHAHHAAA. HAHAHHAHAA.. NOOO.. STAAAP… STAPPP…HAHAHEHEHAHHAHA.. “ – Nate was lost in his own tickle torture – I could only imagine from his laughter what they were doing to him – did they find out that Nates pits are his worst spot? – were they tickling his feet? – I laid there – calming down – listening to poor Nates tickle-torture-hell – He was screaming out for me to help him – though I could not move – I felt bad – but really kind of excited listening to his pleading laughter — *I wished I was the one tickling him –it occurred to me that there were 5 guys present – I had only felt six hands on me – where were the other two guys? – just as I finished my thought – I felt a hand in each of my pits and a hand running his fingers up and down my soles — I joined Nate in laughter – screaming out my own pleas – begging for it to end…

We are both lost in captive tickle torture – three guys on Nate and two guys tickling my pits and feet – Nate and I are hysterical with screams of tortured laughter – five guys tickling us – we cannot escape – our most vulnerable parts exposed – torso and feet – bared for all the tickling pleasure our captors wanted to enforce upon us –

After about what seemed like 45 minutes of non-stop tickle torture from these guys – they finally stop and let Nate and I catch our breath – “You guys are pretty ticklish” – Nate and I hear – I nod my head – “Please .. guys .. whatever you want .. but no more tickling. Ok? .. Ok? .. whatever you want” – “What if we want to tickle you guys some more?.. Maybe that is what we want..” – was his response – “Oh .. c’mon guys… please let us go .. you had your fun… please let us go .. ?” – – All we heard was their giggling — then silence …..

I hear Nate call out – “NOOOOO.. not feathers – HHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.. STAAAPPHAHHAAHHAHHAHAHAHA… OMG.. NOOO HHAHHAHAHHAHAHAAH.. NOT MY TOOEESSS . HAHAHHHAAHAHA” — I swallow hard — I know how ticklish Nate is on his toes – I gulp — I feel light tickling feeling on my toes—Oh shit – no no no.. not feathers on my toes too — I start to giggle – it bubbles up as the feathering becomes more prominent – my toes wiggle in vain to the tickles – Nate is once again hysterically laughing as I can only imagine his toes and feet being feather tortured …

A feather slides between my first and second toe on each foot .. I blurt out a loud giggle.. the feathering continues between my toes… I wiggle my toes – laughing steadily – the feathering continues – fingers once again invade my hairless pits – teasing and circling my pit – drawing designs all over and around them… adding to the already torturous tickles happening between my toes – I begin to shake in unstoppable seizures from the tickling.. my pleads once again go unanswered as feathers and fingers tickle me silly …

Nate is yelling for the tickle torture to stop – I am pleading out my own requests – they land on deaf ears as the feathers and fingers tickle us both to near insanity …. I can’t say how well Nate is fairing with the tickling –I can only imagine – I love my buddy……. and I love to hear him laugh from tickling – I only wished it as me doing the tickling –

Nate yell’s out . “NOOOOOOOOOO…….. NOT THERRE.. OMG.. HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH AHAHA NOOO HAHAHAA NO MORE HAHHAHA ANAHA AHHAHA PPPLEEAASEEHAHHAHE … — His screams tell me he is in distress – where are they tickling him .. a place that is driving him so insane with laughter? — his feet…toes? .. ribs? …armpits?—Where? –

The tickling stops on my body and I hear Nates laughing go up a couple octives ….. I can only surmise that all five guys are now tickle ravaging Nates body… and feet…– he his howling in a high pitch scream of laughter… interspersed with pleads for it to stop..—“HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA … PPLEEEEEHEHEEHEHHHEHESSEEE.. NOOO…NOOO.. NOT MYYYYY… TOOOOOOOEEES… PLEASEEEE… HEHEHEHEEEH… OH O..OHHH.. HAHHAHHHHAA.A..AA …. STTAAAPAAAAPAPA.. HAHAHAHAA.. MY PITSS… NOOO.. NOT MY PITSS…HEHEHEHA….’ It is pure torture what he is going through.. – for now at least .. I have been given a break – forced to hear my best bud agonizing in tickle hell…

The 5 guys are calling out to one another – “Tickle his arches more… faster” – “There…. right there.. inner thighs makes him scream” – and it does– .. Nate peels out bellowing laughter as they attack each of the spots they call out.—no place on him has gone untouched – his pits…toes… sides.. ribs… pits… feet… thighs….

I hear one guy start to taunt him as they force wave after wave of hysterical laughter outta him –“What’s your name ticklish boi?… Huh? .. Tell us your name” – Through all of his tortured laughter and pleas… Nate yells out –“Nate.. HAHHAHAHHAHA… MY NAME … HEHEHEHAHEHHE.. IS NATE..AHAHHAHAHAA—PLLEASSSE NOO MOOOOREE..H HAHHAH HAHAHAHAHA…” – “Oh. Nate is .. it? Does little Nate like to be tickled?” – “NOOOOOOO… HHHAHAHA. NOOOOO.. HAHAHA” – Nate laughs out – “Of course you do Nate … Listen to you laugh .. and you were letting Caleb here tickle you… weren’t you?” — “Yes… YES… HAHAHAHHHA.. BUTT.. HAHAHHAHHHAA.. PLEASSEE.. STAAAAPP HAHAHHAHHA..” – All the guys bust up laughing – Nate lets out a shriek — it must be they have all resumed full on tickling of his ticklish body – It goes on for another 15 minutes before they stop there onslaught of poor Nate..

I can hear the high school kids moving around the hammocks .. I also hear Nate – pleading out pants of heavy breath – he keeps mumbling – “No more.. no more.. no more…” — I can feel that they are next to me – fingertips start to glide up and down my arms –almost to my pits – then swirls of fingers are on my stomach – my thighs- tops of my feet- along my ribs – It tickles enough that my body is squirming pretty good—I can’t help but smile – chortling out slight giggles –

My skin becomes all goose skin as the ten hands keep lightly stimulating my bare torso .. legs an feet.. – no real deep tickling yet – I can imagine that I will soon be like Nate was earlier – screaming out in hysterics … pleading with them to stop – My body writhes and twitches spasmodically – the fingers begin to dig deeper into my pits .. sides and stomach –whoever is at my feet is now tracing patterns up and down my arches .. scratching my heels and balls of my feet – I bubble out steady giggles – I laughingly moan out – “C’mon guys…..” –“What Caleb?” – the *leader asks – “If your going to tickle torture me then do it … this is maddening” – I hear someone say—“Yea.. he wants it man” – “Yea .. lets give it to him good” – I hear the leader say –“You want us to tickle torture you Caleb?= he punctuates it with a chuckle – I plead – “You’re going to do it anyway .. just do it and get it over with… then let us go” – I get jeers from the group – ‘Fine Caleb” – The leader says – “We are going to tickle you like you asked … and for an hour… then we will let you both go” — I grumble out a “Oh.. shit” …

True to his word — all five guys tickled every inch of me –It made no sense to call out for it to stop – I knew I had an hour of ticking coming – I laid there – hysterical – racked with non-stop laughter as my captors danced their fingers in my pits.. my ribs .. feet… dragged the feathers between my toes… scraping the twigs up and down my arches… — it was pure HELL – tears streamed down my face – I shrieked and screamed out as 50 fingers tickled me senseless… it felt like there were more .. I couldn’t focus…all I could do was howl in hysterics…

When the tickling finally did stop – I laid there – practically hyperventilating – my face and body soaked with sweat and tears – I could barely move as I felt my bonds being loosened .. I hear the guys mumbling out – “That was awesome”—“Man he held up pretty good” – “I’ve never seen a guy as ticklish as him” — even after the blind fold was taken off .. I kept my eyes closed .. still heavily panting—

When I finally did open them – there were the 5 guys and Nate standing around me – all of them smiling – I faintly smiled back – Though I was surprised to se Nate standing along with them – smiling – Puzzled – I looked at Nate – “Hey bud, you ok?” – “Great” – was his reply – “How about you..Cal .. you doing ok?” – I chuckle –“I will be”— they all laughed –

Then Nate says – “Thanks guys- that was the best”—I watch as they all hug and pat each other on the backs –I stare dumbfounded at all of them – when Nate turns to me and *Winks * … The five guys turn to me and Nate – ‘Thanks Caleb and Nate … We all had fun!” – “Who the hell are you?” – I whimper out— “I’m Matt” – the leader* – says – “Rick, Patrick, Justin and Allen… and you are one ticklish guy Caleb!” – They and Nate all bust up laughing again .. – I lay there smiling – “We have to get going .. but you two have happy tickling”—they smile and walk back down the trail ..

Nate leans over my face – grinning ear to ear – I grin back – staring into his eyes – “You planned this?” – Nate smiles and nods … I pull him close – hugging him tight .. “Thanks” – I whisper in his ear—Nate responds – “I want you to know Cal .. for the last hour .. I was the one at your feet” – I squeezed him tighter…

That night we both slept soundly … head to foot… this time though .. Nate gave me his bare feet to hug..