The
Reunion
by TicklishGuy8
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I couldn't believe I was doing this. Driving hundreds of miles to
see someone I had thought, only a few short weeks ago, was out of
my life forever.
We had met on a tickling site. After talking for several weeks,
we decided to meet. We had said to each other that we felt something
over the phone, but when we met in person, and we looked into each
others eyes, it was instant love, and we decided, there and then,
we were meant to be lovers, for ever and ever. And it did work.
For a while. Then our Love Boat hit a Tsunami, and everything broke
apart. It was NOT a pretty sight.
I convinced myself that it was over, for good, and that I never
wanted to see him again. HA! The minute I saw his ad on line looking
for tickle buddies to hook up with, I knew I had to contact him,
even if it was just to curse him out. Yeah, curse him out. Once
I heard that voice, all the poison in my system drained right out,
and we were right back where we started. You see, I'm a tickling
switcher, while he is a versatile tickling top, so we were a match
made in Tickle Heaven. Coupled with the fact that we had so many
interests beyond tickling in common, and the fact that we could
always look past any defects in the other, and could always see
the good, made us a true couple, in every sense of the word.
I arrived at his house, butterflies busily working their mischief
in my stomach as I prepared to get out and see him for the first
time in what felt like ages. I walked to the door, and before I
could knock, the door opened, and there he stood.
Dressed in a polo shirt, jeans, and with white socks but no shoes
on, he looked at me, those gorgeous brown eyes piercing right into
my heart, and I was lost. Without saying a word, we embraced, and
our lips locked in such a deep and passionate kiss that I didn't
think it would end. I didn't WANT it to end. Ever. But he just had
to resort to form. I would have been deeply disappointed if he had
not!
As he kissed me, his hands left his embrace of me, slipped down
to my lower sides, the most ticklish part of my upper body, and
he began to lightly squeeze the tender skin through my shirt right
around my waist. My reaction was exactly what he expected; I began
to uncontrollably giggle like a little girl. His lips refused to
leave mine, and I desperately tried to keep the kiss going, despite
the fact that his tickling of my waist went unabated. To make matters
worse, he purposely moved his hands around so my shirt was becoming
untucked, and within seconds he had hit pay dirt, bare skin!
No one had ever known my body better than he did, and I'm sure no
one ever will. He always knew exactly what 'buttons' to push, and
he had pushed the right button, again, this time. His tickling of
my bare sides forced me to push away, laughing uncontrollably. He
allowed me to back off, but not without a loss. He held tight to
the ends of my shirt, forcing me to shed it if I wanted relief from
the tickling. He won that round. I was now shirtless.
He looked at me with The Smile, which was a smile akin to that of
the Grinch. In fact, when he smiled like that, all I could see was
the Grinch, with his hair forming those little mock horns, and I
loved it! I smiled back, walked over to him, and untucked his shirt.
He stood motionless, allowing me to rise the shirt up over his torso,
over his head, and off his body. He now stood there topless, and
I remembered just why I had always found him to be my Sexiest Man
On Earth. I began to caress his chest, moving my fingers over his
breasts, down to his nipples, which instantly became rock hard.
To my credit, as much as he knew my body, I also knew his, and I
was bound and determined to exercise that knowledge right now. I
allowed my index finger tips to dance over the tips of his nipples,
as I slowly began to kiss and caress his neck with my tongue. It
didn't take long at all for him to fall under the spell of this
combination, and he threw his head back and absorbed the erotic
surge that raced through his body. I kept this up for long minutes,
as he fell deeper and deeper into the erotic spell. Then I struck.
When he was in this deep erotic state, his guard came down, and
he became extremely vulnerable to tickle attacks, and I knew just
how to launch the offensive. I shot my fingers off his nipples and
buried them deep in his bare armpits, drilling lightly and fluttering
them all over the lightly hairy pits. While I did that, I turned
from kissing his neck to flicking my tongue all around the sides
of his neck. In seconds he was laughing wildly and trying to pull
away, but I kept my fingers buried in his pits, both tickling and
holding him in place at the same time, as my tongue continued to
tickle his neck, one of his main weak spots. He was mine.
Finally, he was able to squirm out of my hands and back up. I allowed
him this release, as it gave me the opportunity to walk over to
him and undo his belt and the fastener on his pants, and pull down
the zipper. He not only allowed me to do this, but, as his pants
fell to his ankles, he stepped out of his pants, then reached down
and took off his white socks. He was now standing before me wearing
nothing but his light blue briefs, and he was beautiful!
Again The Smile spread across his face as, for the first time since
I entered the room, he spoke, "Get to the bedroom. Now. I'll
give you 'til the count of 3, then I'm coming after you, and I'll
tickle you all the way to the bedroom. If you don't make it, then
I'll tickle you until you've reached just the right shade of pink!".
I knew he meant business, so I raced for the bedroom, which instinct
drove me to, with him in hot pursuit. He lied. He did NOT count
to 3!
He tickled my bare back as I ran through the hall. Even as I laughed,
I kept going. I knew better than to stop. Finally, I was through
the door, and we stood there, at the base of the bed, longingly
looking at each other with loving eyes.
At this point he glanced over at the bed, and I understood him as
clearly as if he had shouted out his instructions. As I sat on the
bed, he instantly got on over me, straddling me at the waist, and
began to tickle my bare sides, thereby forcing me up further onto
the bed in a desperate attempt to escape those tickling fingers.
As he tickled, he also began to undo my belt, and the pants button
on my jeans and zipper, so as I moved up the bed away from the tickling,
I actually began to involuntarily strip off my own pants. By the
time I reached the pillows, my pants were down past my thighs, and
he had no problem slipping them down the rest of the way and off
to the floor. Now I was wearing only my white boxers and my sheer
dress socks, something I had purposely worn knowing how much he
loved a man in sheer socks. In fact, the only thing he loved more
than a man in sheer socks was a barefoot man, and he proceeded to
accomplish this requirement.
I protested "No! Don't take off the socks. Not yet! Plea...",
but my request was instantly interrupted by him running his nails
lightly across the bare heel of my right foot as he slipped the
sock up to my instep. Now, instead of pleading with him not to take
my socks off, it was more of, "Sthaahaap! Don't theeheeckle
my fheeheet! Not my
FHEEHEEHEET!". But this only made him proceed with greater
abandon, as he slowly raised the sock further and further up my
foot, exposing more and more of my bare foot flesh.
Now, I should state, for the record, that, while I am extremely
ticklish all over (on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most ticklish,
I have been told I rank a 12), I have two main weakness; my bare
feet, especially anywhere on, around, or between my toes, and a
certain 'private spot' that will be revealed later in this narrative,
and he knows ALL my 'sweet spots' far too well!! He was bound and
determined to demonstrate this, and proceeded to do just that.
He moved the sock further and further off my foot, exposing more
and more of my bare foot, tickling the sole all the time he was
easing the sock off my foot. I was already hysterical, and now he
was headed for my main weakness; my toes! I panicked.
"PLHEEHEESE! Not the THOOHOOES! Oh, God, NHOOHOOT THE THOOHOOES!
PLHEEHEESE, not theehee THOOHOOHOOES!" I screamed, to no avail.
The sock slipped off my foot entirely, and he launched into a full
attack on the base and pads of all five now naked digits. I was
hysterical, helpless, and all his.
I should have mentioned before that I have two other problems when
I'm tickled. First, I become helpless VERY quickly. In this instance,
I was pretty well tickled helpless by the rib tickling that had
started this Odyssey when we hit the bed, so I was a lost cause
when he got to my foot. The second problem is that I am instantly
turned on sexually when I'm tickled, and he knew this far too well.
I had 'stirrings' downstairs when he tickled my lower ribs, but
now that he was tickling my bare foot, I was losing it completely,
and he knew this, too.
He continued to tickle my now bare right foot for several minutes,
until he was positive that I was completely helpless. At this point,
he reached under the bed and pulled out a leather restraint that
he quickly fastened around my right wrist. He then tied the rope
that was attached to the restraint to the brass beam in the headboard
of the bed, immobilizing my right arm up and out to the side, fully
exposing my right pit and ribs. "Hey! That's not fair!",
I protested weakly. "Who said life is fair?", he responded,
that Grinch smile spreading across his gorgeous face. I was doomed.
After tickling my right side for several minutes so that I was helpless
again, he proceeded to restrain my left wrist in the same manner
as my right. He looked down at his captured prize, and a look of
sheer sadistic delight covered his handsome features.
"Now, I'm naked, and you're still wearing a sock and those
shorts. THAT'S not fair!", he said in mock outrage. "We'll
put a stop to that right now!", and with that he grabbed the
waistband of my shorts and, with one yank, had them off of me, throwing
them over his shoulder to the floor. "Now for that left sock!",
he continued, and I freaked out, "No! Don't tickle my foot
AGAIN! Tickle me ANYWHERE but on the feet. You KNOW I can't STAND
that!", I shouted. He laughed.
"Poor baby. Are those tootsies ticklwish? Huh?", and he
proceeded to ever so slowly peel off my left sock, ultimately leaving
me butt naked, just as he was. Then he tickled. And tickled. And
tickled some more. He explored every inch of my feet. He started
on the left foot, tickling the freshly bared sole for over a half
hour. Then he stopped, but only long enough to get into a better
position of straddling me so he could get his mouth on the toes
of my left foot. Then he did something that he knew would drive
me mad. He began to lick between my toes while he ran his fingers
ever so softly up and down my left sole. I'm feather sensitive,
and he knows it, so he knows that a light, feathery stroke on my
bare soles will drive me into a ticklish frenzy. However, couple
that with a toe tickling and you WILL ultimately tickle me to death.
He kept this attack up for another half hour, then only stopped
long enough to switch feet, repeating his attack on my right bare
foot. By the time he finally finished, I was a lump of hysterical,
sweaty, jelly with a raging hard on. To be fair, he was rock hard,
too. It was rough work tickle torturing his lover half to death.
Poor baby!
He looked at his conquest, and the broadest smile I ever saw crossed
that Grinchy face. "Now, I think those bare feet of yours need
a little spice!", he said, and walked over to the dresser,
took something out of the drawer, and reappeared at the foot of
the bed with a tube of Peach Flavored Lube! I panicked, yet again.
"NOOOOO! Not THAT! Please, for the love of God, I BEG you!
Not THAT! Not BOTH FEET AT ONCE, and NOT LIKE THAT!!PLEEEEASE",
I screeched.
Then it happened. He knelt down at the base of the bed, right in
front of my bare feet, and proceeded to smear the lube all over
both of my bare feet at the same time, tickling with every stroke.
This tickled even more than before, as the lube was slicking my
feet, allowing his fingers to gild over the exposed bare skin, all
the while making my feet softer and way more ticklish. I was in
Tickle Hell, with no way out. Then he brought it up a notch. He
began to lick the lube off the toes of my left foot while he slid
his fingers up and down the soles of both feet at once. He was tickling
me ten shades of pink, and all the while my member was drooling
buckets of pre-cum, with no release in sight!
When he had licked all the lube off of one foot, he would go to
work on the opposite one, while he added more lube to the one he
was not licking so he could continue to stroke fully lubed soles
on both feet while he lapped and nibbled at my toes . He continued
this torture for the next hour, and I was tickled beyond all limits
I had ever imagined. And horny as Hell!!
"Well, now that I've had something to eat, it's your turn.
I want a blow job. NOW!", he demanded. "Yes! Yes! I'll
blow you. I'll blow you all day long! Just please! No more tickling!
I BEG you, no more TICKLING!", I pleaded.
With that, he climbed on the bed, straddling me at the waist, but
facing my feet. "First, we have to warm you up a bit.",
he said. I knew EXACTLY what he meant, and I screamed, "NOOOOO!
Not AGAIN! PLEASE! Not AGAIN!!", but too late. He laid down
on top of me, with his hands down by my feet, and his own feet up
by my shoulders, and he proceeded to tickle both of my bare feet
with his hands while he inserted his toes into my sides and armpits
and wiggled them about, tickling me in four places at one, something
I cannot stand, not that THAT mattered to him! All the time he was
tickling, he was grinding his swollen cock into my bare stomach,
while my own member was pressed up against his abdomen, but not
enough to allow me release.
This was the ultimate torture!
Finally, after at least 45 minutes of this Four Way Tickle, he finally
stopped. He then straddled me at my shoulders and presented his
member to me. I eagerly took it into my mouth and proceeded to stroke
his shaft repeatedly with my lips, as my tongue played with his
cock head. I never had a problem giving him a blow job, but today,
the job had even more earnestness; it was keeping him from tickling
my feet! Then he started. He reached back and started to tickle
my ribs and armpits. "Better finish the job, or I'll go back
to work on those feet!", he ordered. I didn't need any encouragement.
Tickling or not, I was going to finish this job. I HAD to get him
off, especially if I ever hopped to get any relief myself.
It didn't take half as long as I expected. Within minutes his hands
left my side, he went rigid, and he shot his load into my mouth.
I proceeded to milk him dry, taking full advantage of this respite
from the Tickle Torture I had been enduring. But it would prove
to be only a short respite. The worst was yet to come.
He fell back onto the bed after his orgasm, in erotic bliss. Finally,
he sat up and announced, "Now, let's get you some relief!".
I was ecstatic, "Yes! Please! I HAVE to cum. Please let me
cum, or I'll EXPLODE!". "I will", he promised, "but
first you must perform a very small task.", and with that he
walked back over to the dresser, and took something else out of
the drawer and re-approached the side of the bed. When he got there,
he laid down next to me, but with his upper body right down by my
midsection. Then he showed me what he had removed from the drawer,
and I screamed. He had a long turkey feather in his hand!
"Now, lover, time to get you nice and hard, and I know just
how to do it. I'm going to TICKLE your BALLS with this feather!
", he announced. "NOOOOOOO! PLEASE DON'T! I BEG you! I'll
be your slave for LIFE, just PLEASE! DON'T TICKLE MY BALLS!!!",
I begged, but it didn't matter one bit, as he ever so slowly lowered
the feather closer and closer to my fully exposed ball sack.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!", he teased, as the feather came
closer, "Kootchie, cootchie, coo!", closer, "Tickle,
tickle, tickle, tickle! Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy!", closer, then...IMPACT!
The feather began to caress my scrotum, and I wanted to die. Instead,
I laughed like a madman.
He tickled all over my ball sack. then he moved the feather behind
my balls, using the tip to drive me into complete hysterics, all
the time making my already straining cock beg for release, before
it would explode with pent up cum. But there was no relief. Only
more and more tickling.
He tickled my balls with the feather for the next half hour, non-stop,
Then he only removed the feather so he could get his head between
my legs and lick me behind and on my poor tortured balls, driving
me deeper into horny hysterics than I had ever experienced before.
I thought I was, quite literally, going to be tickled to death,
or, at the very least, have my balls explode from backed up cum!
Then, suddenly, he stopped licking my balls, slipped his mouth over
my engorged member, and, just as i had done to him an eternity before,
he began to stroke my cock with his lips while he licked about my
cock head with his tongue. I didn't last two minutes before I exploded
in his mouth.
I came like never before, letting loose a river of cum into his
mouth, but he didn't let up for a second. He continued to suck me
off until I was bone dry. Finally, and reluctantly, his lips left
my cock. He sat up, looked down at me, all sweaty, teary, and exhausted,
but in complete erotic bliss, and, with that Grinchy smile reappearing
on his face, he announced, "Now, let's see how ticklish those
feetsies of your are after you've cum!". I screamed, but not
as loud as I would do after the next round of orgasms several hours
later.
I came four times that night, and he came five. When he finally
untied me, the sun was coming up. We had been in bed, in the throes
of tickling erotica, for over 18 hours. We showered together, where
he tickled me silly while soaping me up, using a soft shower brush
to scrub my poor bare feet for over a half hour, at my most ticklish
condition, when my feet were soft, wet, warm, and slick with soap.
then he repeated the torture immediately after making me cum, adding
insult to injury by making sure he got the bristles all around on
and between my toes, and, to to bring it up a notch, he began to
tickle my stomach and ribs with his toes while he tortured my wet,
soapy soles with his tongue and teeth. By the time he was done,
we both were ready to cum still again, which we did.
When we finally came out of the shower, we tickle dried each other,
then, still naked, went down and had breakfast. After we ate, it
was back upstairs, where I got my turn to tie him down and tickle
him a few shades of pink on his feet, armpits, and neck. I got to
use my tongue a whole lot that weekend, and I was tickled like I
had never been tickled before. We did not put cloths on for the
entire two and a half days.
On the final night, after having been tickle tortured for the entire
day, and after having cum at least four times to his five, we lay
in bed, with his head on my naked chest, and my arm around his naked
torso, lightly running my fingers up and down his bare back, I looked
down at his face as he laid in my arms, in total bliss, looking
like an Angel. That was when I knew this was the man of my dreams,
the man I was destined to spend the rest of my life with, the true
love of my life, and the man I would love forever. Assuming, of
course, that he didn't tickle me to death in the process!
But what the Hell, even if he did, it would be at HIS hands, and
that is all that would ever matter.
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