By Hooder Pete collapsed onto his bed and put his arm across his eyes with a deep, satisfied sigh. “Heavy session?” Asked Mike, looking up from his book. There was a crooked smile on his lips. “Oh
The Three Rooms
By Hooder They came for him at 3 o’clock Friday morning. He awoke instantly, eyes wide and staring, to the sound of the front door being broken down. Within a couple of seconds he realised what was happening,
Some Army Bonding
(Ropejock Forum Post) This past weekend was one of the best moments of my life. I’m in the Army and as accommodations go, I share a room with a buddy, which consist of two single beds, dressers and desk
Sole Reading
Anonymous Ten years back while at university, I used my supposed inherited powers as an “adept” capable of reading a guy’s destiny by minutely examining and “reading” his bare soles to get my hands on several hot guys’ feet.
Patience Finally Rewarded
(From Ropejock Board) I met the guy with the pair of feet I coveted desperately when I was only a 13-year-old seventh grader. My older sister, then 18 years old, was a real pretty and popular high school cheerleader, and
Mr Kayaveno
By Ray (Originally posted to Jacks Message Rack November 2001) Marc Kayaveno leaned forward in his red swivel chair as he clicked on the newest post. ‘Male tickle bottom wanted in Boston’ it said, and just the fact it
Mike and Jeff
By New Writer Mike wasn’t interested. He thought Jeff was weird for wanting to be tickled and that the whole idea was childish. They were old friends, same age, but Mike always acted older and as the authority figure.
Ticklish Phone Lines – A True Tale
By Dtuc After all the tickling with my friends started to dry up-or should I say after I started to dry up from all those drinking days (years), Tickling adventures started to become scarce so I tried
Skater Shane Pays His Debt
By DCTickler Shane is as masculine as they come. He’s bisexual, but mostly straight. We met about two years ago. He was skate boarding in front of a church just down the street from my apartment building
Ticklish Farmhand
By Dan I grew up on my grandfather’s farm in the midwest (my dad was killed in the Korean conflict when I was six years old, and my grandparents raised me). The summer of my 16th year,