Tickling Blaine
by DirkDiggler

Feet ... sweet, succulent, BEAUTIFUL feet. Ever since I was a child, I had been obsessed with feet--and not just any feet, but the feet of a MAN. The mere sight of a barefoot dude was enough to put a tingle "down there". I loved the shape of the arch, the length of the tops, the roundness of the toes, the smoothness of the soles. But most of all, I was absolutely obsessed with their sensitivity, and what devastation a few fingers dancing on the bottoms could DO to a man. This was a raging fantasy I carried with me my entire life, and something I desperately wanted to act upon. One day, my prayer was answered ...

Blaine was two years out of college when I met him. He had been working for a PR firm from the moment he graduated, and his job was to do recruiting at college campuses. Needless to say, he was drop-dead gorgeous ... short dark hair, deep brown eyes, a damn good dresser, and very beautiful. From the moment I approached his booth at the annual college "Career Day" fair, I fell in love. Lucky for me he was also gay. We got to know each other casually at first and eventually started dating seriously. It was wonderful, and although I loved him and trusted him completely, I was too afraid to broach the subject of my foot and tickle fetish with him ... afraid that it might weird him out and damage what we were building together.

I tried desperately to ignore my tickle fantasies of this boy--no easy task, considering the unbearable deliciousness of his feet: size 11, beautiful arches, a light, masculine smell (after a day in shoes), and exquisitely soft ... I will never forget the first night I tickled his feet. He was waiting at my place when I got home from school, sprawled out in my bed. His shoes were still on, but his legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. Apparently, it had been a long day. "You look tired," I said, plopping down next to him to kiss him hello.

"I'm beat, dude," he replied, kissing me back. "I've been on my feet all day."

"How about I a massage?" I offered. Massage was a frequent part of our sexual relationship, but I had never chanced a tickle here or there .. until today.

"Wow, that would be awesome," he smiled, caressing my face. "You're too good to me."

"Anything, baby," I answered, moving to the foot of the bed. Placing his legs in my lap, I proceeded to undo the shoelaces of the Adidas Crosstrainers he was wearing. I pulled the right shoe off first and felt the slight sucking pull as his shoe, having been worn all day, slid off his warm foot. The gentle fragrance of male feet reached my nostrils, and I instantly went rigid. I reached over and slowly removed his left shoe, enjoying the sight of his shapely arch as it gradually made its appearance. I gently worked each white crew sock off, feeling the friction between sweat and cloth. My crotch was throbbing by now, pumping rhythmically with the pounding of my heart. His gentle foot-fragrance danced under my nose again. I bent my face downwards and felt the warmth from his feet, lightly licking the ball of his right foot. Blaine moaned as I continued to let my tongue dance on his foot. I allowed my anxious tongue, for the first time, to slid all the way up and down the length of his arch. Blaine suddenly gasped and jerked his foot back a little.

I looked up at him, my heart racing with anticipation. "Ah hah!" I said, starting to grin. "Are your feet ticklish or something?"

Before he could answer, I dragged my index finger up and down his foot, holding it down as I did. Blaine giggled a little bit and continued to pull backwards. Pinning his foot down, I placed all of my fingers under his sole and scratched the length of his foot. Blaine bucked up a down a little and pulled away hard as he started to laugh. "Dude!" he said, smiling, "I'm ticklish as hell!"

"Apparently horny, too!" I laughed, pointing to the hard-on in his shorts and grabbing it affectionately. "I think you liked it, baby."

He looked at me sheepishly, and answered, "LOVED it. Will you do it again?"

Five minutes later, I had Blaine's feet tied to the bedposts and was tickling him like a maniac. I tickled his toes and the balls of his feet. "HA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHH! Shit! AH-AH-HAHAHAHAHAHA AHH! HA HAA HAAA .."

I tickled his ankles and the tops of his feet. "Dude, NO!! That sucks! That su - hu ha ha ha haa haaa heeee heeee hA HAAA HAAA -- shit! shi- ha hA HAAAAAAA AH! oh, shit ... AH HAA HA HA Hee hee ..."

I scribbled my fingers under both of this arches. "NO! NOOOO -- HA HAAAAAA HAAAA Pleas -- Please! ha HAA HAAAAA HAAAAA HAAAAA fuck! HA hAAAAA HAAAAAAAAA oh fuc- HA HAAAAAAAAAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHA ..." I rubbed my teeth on his already raw soles and listened to him scream. "AHHH!!!! AH!!! HA HAA HAA AHHH!!! NO! NOOOOOO!! PLEEEEEESE! PLE-- HE HAAA HAA HA HAA HAA HAAAAAAAAA HA HAA HAA HAA ...."

I managed to work my way out of my shorts by this point. My cock was absolutely rock-solid and leaking like a siv. I went to the foot of the bed and knelt by his feet. As I licked his arches and listened to his exhausted laughter. I began to masturbate furiously. In no time at all I was ready. I bent backwards and allowed my cum to shoot all over his feet, my orgasm literally exploding from my body.

"Uh-oh, I made a mess," I said teasingly. "Now I'll have to clean it up ..." I started to lick every inch of his tender feet, watching him thrash and arch his back in ticklish agony, his spasmodic laughter spurring me onward. I cleaned his feet and helped myself to his cock, gratifying him for the forty minutes of tickling I put him through. Needless to say, it was one of the LARGESET loads he ever shot, and I knew that tickling would become an integral part of our relationship from that point on. We've been together for a little over a year now, and in the that time we've explored every ticklish crevice of each other's bodies--many, many times. (Incidentally, Blaine has great armpits too, but I suppose that is another story ...)

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