Author’s
Note:
This
true story focuses on a young twenty-four year old Caucasian, who comes to age,
as a tickle top. Karl’s relationship with Roland, a forty-five year old
African-American, allows him to realize a long-held fantasy of having a
ticklish, bondage friend to play with. Karl
also discovers a latent, controlling nature within himself, that begs for
satisfaction. He becomes aware of,
a need to control, manipulate, and direct another male’s sensitivities, for
ticklish/erotic effect. The results
achieves an intense, higher level of satisfaction for both Karl, and Roland.
Although
Karl does incorporate oral means in playing with Roland, their is no physical
sex. The results of their
relationship, swiftly reached heights of satisfaction, that
negated such an intent. Furthermore,
such avoidance, aided in quickly developing an intimate respect, and
appreciation for one another, truly being heartfelt.
This
is not a tale of male to male tickle torture.
Although intense, this is a true story of male to male bondage/tickling
erotica. The characters presented
in this work, Karl and Roland, achieve a certain arousal and release through
tickling. The real events depicted
in this story are described as they happened: a minimal amount of
fictionalization regarding character names and locale
has been used, as well as a small touch to the bondage/tickling/erotic
scenes. Otherwise, this story
represents Karl, Roland, and their relationship as it developed, in complete
actuality.
haystacks
Chapter
1
THE
AD RESPONSE
Karl
was at his computer half-heartedly browsing gaynet.com when his speakers
chirpped,
“You’ve
Got Mail!”. “Big Deal”,
Karl said. He kept scanning
his monitor for another half-hour, not expecting to find what he was looking
for. He finally switched to his
favorite online, non-betting, bingo site, and played bingo for two hours.
Finally, he shut off his computer and went to bed.
The
next morning, after a quick trip to the store, Karl sat down at his computer
with a cup of
coffee
and logged in. When ‘You’ve Got
Mail!”, greeted him again, he sighed and clicked
“Read
Mail”. Karl gasped when he saw
the subject line, “Response:
TickleTime Male Personals”. Trying
hard not to get excited, he clicked “Read Message”.
He was taken aback when he read:
'Hi
there! I couldn’t believe it when
I saw your ad! Of all places,
Bayshore, Michigan, I
find
a tickling ad! Recently located
here, I’m an over 40, married
Afro-American male, 6’0”,
225
lbs, good build, receding hair line. I
have very sensitive nipples, and very ticklish feet.
Would
you be
interested in tying, tonguing, and tickling a guy, then licking his nipples
again,
while
he masturbates?'
Stunned,
Karl sat staring at his monitor in disbelief.
It had been over six months, no, almost
a
year since he had placed the ad with no responses, not a single peep.
Now this? No one knew of his
private fetish, for he had revealed this to no one.
Not even his closest lover, now his ex-lover, knew this. Karl stroked
himself to sleep at night, fantasizing of a nude, bound, male body in his bed,
ticklishly exposed to his prying, probing, dancing fingers, and teasing tongue.
Heart
pounding, Karl was tembling so much, he was spilling coffee from his mug.
He was
shocked
back to reality when his raging hard on felt the the hot java splashes.
“Holy Shit!”
Karl
stood up and went to the window. “I
don’t believe it! Not here!” Staring
out his apartment window, he shook his head.
A
conservative place, Bayshore, Michigan is located on the east side of the state,
along the
Lake
Huron shoreline, north of the Saginaw Bay.
A working class town, it has one General Motors
plant, and surrounded by flat farmland. The population is employed either
a few miles south in Bay City and Saginaw, at GM or Delphi, or are farmers, or
both. Gays in this town keep quiet,
due to the values here, and Karl
stays especially quiet.
All
of his ads, chat room excursions, and IM efforts had yielded nothing close to
satisfying his desire to find a
ticklish buddy. Now this, popping
up in this quiet, conservative town was mind boggling. Is it a fluke? Is this
guy one of those cyber-tease assholes? “Hell,
I did update my age, this guy says he’s over forty, and I’m only
twenty-four! A black guy, gonna let
a younger white boy tie him up? And tickle him?
It’s gotta be bullshit!”, Karl
exclaimed, and threw up his hands.
Later
that day, Karl tried napping on the sofa. He
tossed and turned, the ad response constantly in his head, “are you interested
in tying, tonguing, and tickling a guy?"
Sweating, unable to rest, Karl got up, went to his computer, logged on,
and fired off a reply:
'Very
interested! Do not care to be tied
and tickled myself, but open to discussing other things! Hope to hear from you soon!'
Karl
Having
taken care of that, Karl laid down again and jacked off, visions of teasing a
ticklish dude in his head. When Karl got in from his sister’s that night, a
reply was waiting:
'Sounds
OK to me! Here’s my work number. I
work midnights, and these are my
hours. What’s your schedule? Early
mornings, and/or Saturdays are best for me. If
you call and I don’t answer, just leave a voice message, and I’ll
return your call. Don’t worry,
it’s private'.
Roland
Karl
gasped, “Wow! A phone number? This may be for real!” He re-read the message.
“Roland, huh? Well, Mr. Roland, let’s see if this is gonna work
out!” He glanced at his watch, it
was 2:15am, then grabbed his phone. His
call yielded Roland’s voice mail, so he left a message that he be would up
until 3:30am or so, and left his number. Twenty
minutes later, the phone rang. The
caller ID said ‘Stanton Corp.’
Nervously,
he answered, “Hello?” A clear,
deep voice made his heart stop. “Hi
Karl! This is Roland”.
THE
INTRODUCTION
Two
weeks went by before Karl and Roland finally got together.
Coming straight from work,
Roland
arrived at Karl’s apartment
building that morning just past 7:30am. When
Roland walked thru Karl’s door, it was apparent both of them were nervous.
Karl remained seated on the sofa, while Roland removed his coat.
Smiling, Roland said “Hi”. Karl,
still trying to beleive this was about to really happen, quietly replied,
“Hey”. They made small talk for
a few minutes, then Roland stated, “Well, I guess I’d better hit the
shower”. Karl pointed to the
bedroom, “Bathroom’s off from there, I set towels and stuff out already.”
Roland
had undressed to his briefs as Karl came to the bedroom doorway.
“Wow! Mind turning around?”
Roland turned his back Karl. Barefoot,
Roland stood six feet tall. Medium
brown skinned, he was broad shouldered, vee-shaped,
thick waisted, yet flat tummied. While
not striated, he still displayed subtle muscle definition.
His thighs were shapely, high calves were prominent. Fixated, Karl
scanned Roland up and down.
(Oh
Shit! Hope I don’t piss this guy
off!)
“OK,
turn back”. Karl kept his hands up against the doorwall, attempting to
hide how much he was trembling. “Work
out?”. Roland shook his head,
“Not for several years now, really. Oh,
here’s the rope. I won’t be too long”.
Karl stared at the rope as Roland showered.
(He’s
serious! This is really gonna
happen!)
Still
trembling, Karl patiently stayed in the same doorway, leaning against one side.
His mind was racing,
(‘What
am I gonna do? I’ve waited all
this time, how the hell do I approach this?’)
Still
toweling off, Roland emerged from the bathroom. Karl walked over, put his arms around Roland’s
waist, and gave him a warm, wet kiss.
Roland took Karl’s tongue against his and allowed the kiss to become
passionate. Roland shivered as
Karl’s fingers grazed up and down his back.
The longer they kissed, the more Roland shivered as Karl teased his back.
Karl finally broke off the kiss, and lowered his head to Roland’s left
nipple. Roland arched his back, as
Karl’s tongue lightly went across his nipple.
“UUUHHHMM!”.
Karl
pressed his tongue more firmly, and grazed his thumb back and forth over the
other
nipple. Trembling, Roland went tip toed.
“OOOHHH! WHOOOOH!”
(‘He
is sensitive! Oh, Man!)
Karl
looked down, noticing Roland’s erection.
Flaccid, he was small, an honestly inconsequential size.
Now, he was a good thick, five or six inches, curving upward.
Karl grabbed the pulsing head, squeezing it slightly.
Karl
continued the nipple tongue-tease, switching back and forth between them.
He moved his right hand to Roland’s left side,
found a rib, and wiggled his fingers.
“GUHEEE!".
Karl
had to tighten his one arm around Roland’s waist as he reflexed.
He took both hands to Roland’s lower sides, dug inslightly, and
wriggled his fingers. Roland jumped
staight up.
“WHUUUHHHEE!”
Karl’s
heart was racing. (I
can’t wait to tie him up!)
“Okay,
okay, uhhh, uuhhhm, wait, wait”, Roland whispered, stepping back and holding
his hands out.
“My
knees are goin’ weak”. He sat
down on the bed. “Lemme lotion down, I don’t like dry feelin’ skin after
bathing”.
(Yeah,
hurry up!)
As
he lotioned himself, Roland asked, “You cut the rope?”
Startled
from imagining the immediate future moments, Karl was baffled.
“Huh?”
Roland
reached down and held up the still packaged rope.
“Don’t
think you need a whole hundred feet at one time”.
“Oh,
yeah”.
Karl
went to the kitchen and retrieved a knife. When he returned, Roland sat with a
leg crossed, lotioning his foot. Karl
watched, amazed. When Roland finshed applying lotion to his other foot, Karl
quickly stepped over, and grabbed Roland’s ankle. Karl’s tongue slathered
Roland’s foot. This elicited the same reaction as with Roland’s nipples:
trembling, shivering, gasps and moans. Karl
greedily lapped the other foot. A
couple of minutes of this, and Karl couldn’t wait any longer.
His fingers danced along the bottom of Roland’s bare foot.
“GGGAAAAHHHH!”
The
sensation actually sent Roland up, off the bed and backwards, fortunately, back
onto the bed.
(OHHHMYYYYGAWWWD!)
“That’s
it. C’mon, let’s get you tied
up.”
DAMN!
Karl’s
attempt to bind Roland to the bed was truly comical. Heavily breathing from excitement, he fumbled and bumbled
thru each attempt. He couldn’t
get the rope to loop, wrap, or tighten. Finally, when a repeated try to tie
Roland’s ankles together went wrong again, he threw up his hands.
“I
don’t know what the fuck I’m doin’!”.
Exasperated, he left the room.
Karl
sat on the sofa, trying to gather his senses.
He tried lighting a cigarette and couldn’t do that either.
Roland came in, sitting at the opposite end.
Laughing, he asked, “ Too nervous, or excited?
Too much anticipation?”, he
asked.
“I
don’t know, I’ve never done this.”
“I’m
your first bondage partner?”
“Yeah.
Never tied anyone, never tickled anyone.
Always wanted to, but never said anything.
Felt like this since I was fifteen or sixteen.
Kept my feelings to myself. You’re
the first person to know this. Only
thing I know how to tie are my shoe laces.
I don’t know one knot from another.”
Karl looked at Roland with a rueful grin, “Impressive, huh?”
Roland
laughed again. “No problem.
It’s been a while for me, over ten years.”
“But
you’re married!”
“Sure,
but when Momma says she can’t take some things, then she can’t take it.”
Don’t get me wrong, we get along great, and our love life is
healthy.”
“But
this....I mean..... you’re here!”
Roland
reached over, took Karl’s cigarette and one from his pack.
He lit both of them, giving one back to Karl. Taking a deep drag, he sat
back for a few moments before answering.
“OK,
it’s like this..... there’s nothing wrong with me and the boss, we really
get into each other. I know each
and every spot that turns her on, and and she knows mine. I tickle and tease
her, but she can’t take being tied up, too much for her.
I know how to send her over the
edge, bring her back, and then some. She
enjoys doing the same to me, bondage not being necessary.”
Karl
nodded his head. “I noticed you
brought condoms. Do you want....”
Roland
cut him off. “Didn’t know what
to expect, what this may lead to. That’s totally up to you.
As I told you, I’m not pushy, it’s...., it’s a personal thing.
Being tied, not being able to move..., having my nipples exposed and
vulnerable..., being teased..., the tickling added to it...,
well..., uhm..., it intensifies of my climax, to no end. When I get off, the intensity of the orgasm..., it’s
just..., totally mind blowin’ ...,”
“Look,
tickle me all you want. Just
don’t dig in too hard, gouging me and getting crazy with it, I’m sensitive
enough without all that. And
don’t scratch to the point of red soreness.
Just give me breathers when I ask for it, if I can ask for it. You’ll find my sensitivity levels and the spots.
Some of this stuff you read on the Internet is scary, really nuts.
I’m not into sadistic stuff, either giving or receiving. Just give my
nipples and my feet oral and teasing attention, you’ll see how that makes me
more sensitive. You said you think
you’re more into upper body tickling, but I think when you see how my feet
are, you’re really gonna be excited. After
that, when you untie me, lick my nipples again while I jack off.
When I cum, I’ll be growling worse than a bear.”
Smiling,
Karl slid down the sofa, embraced Roland, and kissed him passionately.
He lowered his head, briefly teasing each nipple, then gave Roland
another quick kiss. “Let’s go
to the bedroom, but..., it sounds corny, I know.., you gotta show me the
ropes”.
Roland
laughed, “C’mon”.
TIED,
TONGUED, TICKLE GIGGLE
Following
Roland’s instructions, Karl bound him spread-eagled to each leg of the bed.
Standing back, he found himself trembling with excitement as he looked at
his dream. Really, a real-live, naked, nicely built guy, tied up in his
bed!
(He’s
really gonna let me tickle him! Jeeezz!)
Nervously,
Karl stretched himself atop Roland and kissed him deeply, long and slow.
Still trying to gather himself, the swirling mix of excitement,
anticipation, and fear was clouding his head, Karl kept kissing Roland for at
least two minutes. When he stopped,
a gray fog in his eyes, Karl was only semi-aware of his own heavy breathing. A minute or so went by, and Roland lifted his head up, then
ran his tongue over Karl’s lips. Startled
back to reality, Karl slid back slightly, placing his mouth over Roland’s
right nipple, tonguing it slowly.
“Uhhhhmmmmhh!”
Karl
closed his eyes, moved his tongue a little faster, his right thumb now grazing
the other nipple.
“UUHHNNUHH!”
“NUUUHHUUHHNNUUUHHHH!”
With
this reaction, Karl, eyes still closed, began
alternating fast/slow licks, and swirls with his tongue on one nipple,
and varied thumb/finger touches to the other.
He sensed Roland’s head turns, and felt his body tremble and shiver.
Roland wasn’t really pulling at the ropes, but his reactions to the
nipple teases would have had him scooting and sliding all over the bed, if he
hadn’t been tied. When Karl would flattened his tongue against one nipple, then
made short stroke-like up and down movements, the one-of-many back arching
reactions from Roland,
lifted
Karl up as if he weren’t laying there atop him.
“UUUHHHNNNNGGGGUUUHH!
WHHUUHH! WWHHUUUHHH!
Karl
felt the pulse of Roland’s erection, the tremors from his body, and the sounds
of arousal he was making. The moans were deeper, the outcries louder, the body
tremors stronger. But instinct told
Karl to keep the sensual teasing going a bit longer. He did so for another ten minutes or so, until Roland was
almost in a guttural frenzy.
Without
warning, Karl’s fingers went to Roland’s ribs.
The pitch change in Roland’s voice was automatic.
“GUUUHHEEE!”
“HHEEHHEHEH!” “GUHGHEEHEE!” “GEEEGEEGUHHEEEGEE!”
Karl
never imagined a giggle like this. The
ticklish staccato of Roland’s
giggles was music ringing in his ears!
“HHHEEEGGEEGEHHEEE!”
“GUUHHGUHGUHEEE!” “GGEEHEEGGEEGEEHEE!”
He
closed his eyes again, allowing the sounds of
Roland’s giggles to wave over him.
Now in a kneeling straddle, with Roland ticklishly squirming under him,
Karl felt his own erection growing. For
five minutes or so, Karl let his fingers, skate, dance, pry, and wriggle over
both sides of Roland’s rib cage.
Tickling Roland, hearing the ticklish giggles, was intoxicating!
His fingers were actually tickling a naked, hunk of a ticklish body!
Karl
moved his fingers to Roland’s lower sides.
He was totally unprepared for the results.
TICKLE
SHOCK!
“GGHHAAAAHHHH!”
“GHAHGHAH!” GAHGAGAAAAHHAAAHHGGAAHHAAH!”
Roland
erupted into guttural, primordal sounds of ticklishness.
His back arched, hips lifted up, slammed back onto the bed, only to
rebound and back again. Despite the
restraints, Roland’s wildly bucking, ticklish thrashing almost threw Karl off
balance.
“GHAHGHAHAGHAH!”
“GHAHGHAH!” “GHAAHHGGHHAAHHAHGAH!”
"GGAAAAHH!"
Karl
wasn’t ready for this. He had no
idea that someone would react like this from being tickled.
The noise of pure, reactive,
ticklsh hysteria, exploded into his senses!
Karl experienced such a great rush, that he damned near passed out!
His heart, racing like never before, felt as if
it were in his throat. He
couldn’t breathe. He looked down
at Roland’s throbbing hard-on,
jutting up and down from ticklish
pelvic thrusts. He wanted to suck
that hard-on! He looked at
Roland’s wide-eyed face, snapping side to side, slapping against the pillow.
He wanted to kiss that ticklishly hysterical mouth!
But his fingers, feeling the
quaking reactions in the body they were tickling, refused to stop. They dug in a little more.
Roland’s roaring laughter became louder. The rush intensified. Karl
still couldn’t breathe. His
vision
went
double, then foggy. Karl stopped
and stumbled off the bed.
Coughing,
gasping for air, Karl leaned against the bureau. He looked over at Roland.
Karl blinked twice, then squinted. Karl
coudn’t beleive it! Roland,
breathing heavily, body glistening from sweat, was spasmodically twitching.
One leg was free, worked loose from being tickled!
His hard-on was still throbbing!
Karl
slid to the floor, trying to comprehend it all. The submission, the sensitivity, the control, the willingness
for the sensitivity to be controlled, the desire to control the sensitivity, the
rush from the controlling dominance, the whole erotic nature surrounding it!
And, he was experiencing it with a nice, ticklish, well built guy.
What a turn on!
Roland
whispered between breaths, “Karl, gotta take a leak partner!”.
Karl slid along the bed, untying Roland.
“Wow”, Roland uttered as he arose, stumbling to the bathroom.
Karl stood up, himself unsteady, and found his way thru the living room
and onto the sofa. He laid back,
reaching down into his shorts. While
Roland sat on the toilet, mentally concentrating on his throbbing rock-hard-on
to ease up, so he could urinate, Karl pumped his own aching erection. The release cleared his head.
(Shit!
I don’t know, how much more of this I can
take myself, but fuck it! It
feels great!)
EROTIC
TICKLE ZONE
Karl
spread towels atop the sweat soaked bedsheet before he tied Roland to the bed
again. This time he tied Rolands
wrists together, then arms straight back, beyond his head. He cut more rope length to attach to the wrist bonds, and ran
it under the bed and out to the ankles, which were also tied together.
Now realizing his creativity, Karl cut three more lengths of rope, each
long enough to loop around the bed width three times.
One each went across the shins, thighs,
and lower stomach. Before
tightening the ropes, Karl wrapped midsize towels around each one, in order to
prevent ropeburn on Roland’s skin. He
re-tied the lengthwise rope, tugging it to give just a bit more stretch to
Roland’s bondage.
With
Roland now more securely bound, Karl started teasing Roland’s sensitive
nipples again with a fervor. He lapped, slurpped, and licked greedily.
His fingertips varied their light touching tease with great effect.
The stimulus threw Roland into an immediate fit, the added restrictive
bonds increasing his sensitivity. Head
lolling side to side, a low growling rumble emitted from his throat.
“Gggruuhh!
Grrruuuhhhnnn! Gggruuhh! Gruh!
Uhh! Ggggrrrruuuhhhnnnuuuhhh!
Driven
by a new-found understanding, Karl kept up the pace, intent on sensitizing
Roland as much as he could.
“Ggrruuhhhwhuhh!
Whhrruuuhhhh! Unnnnggruuuhh! Hhhrrruuuunnngggruuuhhhh!
Grrruuuuhhhnngrruuhh!
Karls
tongue, busy where Roland’s pec muscle meets the torso, made a discovery.
The crease there, and just below, when teased , elicited a different
reaction from Roland.
“Grruuuhhheee!
Gruhngeeee! Grruuhhuungheee!”
Karl
could feel Roland’s body trembles deepen, and his squirming attempts
quickening. He ran his tongue
again, pressing a little harder, along the same spot.
His right hand moved to the similar location on the other side.
He pressed down, wriggling the skin up and down.
“Nnnuuhhgahhgahh!
Whuuhh! Hhhuuhh! Guuhhaahh!
Haahh! Guhhguhh! Aahhgh!
Roland
had a ticklish, erogeneous zone! Karl
felt the beginning of another rush. Fighting
the rush from overpowering him as it did the first time, he closed his eyes,
kept his fingers going, but also went back to giving Roland’s nipple a
wet, lavish tonguing.
“Nahhaahh!
Whuuhhuuhh! Gaahhhuuhh!
Ahhh! Whuuhuuuhh! Gaagagahuh! Whuuhh!”
Roland’s
cries, amid heavy gasps of air, were a mix of sensuous arousal and ticklish
reaction. Karl could plainly feel
the pulse of Roland’s body
tremors rise. Despite the new wave
rushing over him, Karl himself was heavily breathing again, he kept going.
When he would switch to tonguing the other nipple, his other hand would
tease the opposite ero-tickle zone.
Karl freaked Roland out for over another ten minutes, non-stop.
THE
FEET
(This
is just great! I love it!)
Karl’s
head was now clear again. Having
tended to his pulsing erection once more, he allowed a few more minutes for both
he and Roland to rest. The past 45
minutes or so vivdly replayed in his mind. The scenes of Roland’s ticklishness
were striking. In his wildest
imaginations, Karl could never have fully envisioned a reality as he had just
experienced. The arousal, the
sensitivity, were simply wonderful.
Karl
stared at Roland’s feet. Narrow
at the heel, wide across the ball, Roland’s 13D’s were smooth, with long
toes. Because of the heavy, steel
toed, metatarsal work boots worn at his job, Roland daily scrubbed his feet
with a stone and foot file, to keep rough callouses from forming.
They were rubbed with a
generous application of an aloe based lotion and/or vitamin E oil, then topped
with a coating of vaseline,
sometimes twice a day. Despite
having to regularly walk back and forth, across thousands of square feet of
concrete factory floor, Roland’s feet were kept in a soft, pampered,
condition. Now those bound ,
pampered, bare feet awaited Karl’s undivided ticklish attention.
Karl
moved to the foot of the bed and allowed his wet tongue to swirl along the
bottom of Roland’s feet.
The same reaction came as when Roland’s nipples were teased.
“Whhhuuuhhh!
Uhhhuuuunnngghh! Guuhh! Unnngghhuhh!
Guuhhuhh! Hhuunghhuhh!”
Aware
to the fact that this sent Roland into another fit of arousal, Karl applied the
same wet, slathering upon Roland’s feet as he had earlier done to his nipples.
After ten minutes or so, Karl gripped one foot with both hands, running
his tongue back and fort across the bottom of Rolamd’s toes.
“Guuhheee!
Guheeeheee! Heee!
Huuhhuuhh! Heee! Geeegeee! Guuhh!
Guhheehee!”
Another
ero/tickle zone! Karl was feeling
that rush coming over him again.
(Damn!
I just got started!)
He
grabbed the other foot and did the same.
“Whhuuheehee!
Wheeheehee! Uhhhuhhee! Heeeheee!
Huuhhgegegeheee! Hheeeeeeeee!”
Karl
got off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed Roland’s toes on the left foot and pulled them
back slightly. His right hand
fingers danced a light strumming dance in the middle of
Roland’s bare foot, at the arch.
“SSSHHHEEEEEE!!!
HEEEEHEEEE!! WHHEEEHHEE!! HEEHHEEEHEE!”
Karl’s
head was swimming.
(I’m
only tickling one foot!)
When
Karl began tickling both feet in the same spot, Roland slid into silent
hysteria, back arching up, then slamming back into the bed.
Karl snapped his head around to witness Roland’s reaction, and
immediately felt himself going faint. He
turned back , looking down at Roland’s toes, curling up and down, ticklishly
reflexing. His vision turned cloudy gray, and he slid to the floor.
Finding
himself on all fours, gasping, gulping huge intakes of air, Karl mentally fought
against the rushing adrenaline wave overtaking him.
Trembling, he turned around , pursed his lips, and placed his mouth over
the ball of Roland’s left foot. Karl worked his jaws up and down, allowing the
front surfaces of his teeth to slide against, what he was about to discover,
Roland’s most tickle sensitive area.
“GUHGUHGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
HHAAHHAAHH! HAAAAAAAAGGHHHAAHAH!”
Karl’s
breathing stopped again, yet he kept ongoing with the oral tooth tickle on
Roland’s bare foot.
“HHHAAAAHHHAAAAHAAAH!
NAAAAHHHAAHHHSSHHIIIIIIT! HHAAH! WHHAAHHAAH!" “AHHAAHHAA! NAAHHNAHAHA! AHHGGHHAAHHAAHHAAAGGHH! AAHHAH!”
The
roaring onslaught of tickle hysteria was too much, far too much!
Red-faced, Karl dropped his head to the bed, his entire body trembling,
trying to suck in air. The rush was so intense this time, that it scared him!
Blinking repeatedly, Karl tried to focus his vision.
He felt the itching, aching build up in his loins.
As his scrotum tightened, he gulped in the biggest breath he had ever
taken! Karl let out a silent scream
when he orgasmed, but this release
did
not clear his head. Drained of any
strength, Karl’s limp body slid from the bed, onto the floor.
Absolutely nothing had prepared him for this, not even the earlier big
rush, when tickling Roland’s
lower sides!
Afraid
to move, Karl laid on the floor until the room stopped spinning around him.
He tried to mentally gather himself.
He realized that he was experiencing his greatest physical intimacy yet,
one that he never could have imagined. Ever since his teens, Karl fantasized of playfully tickling his dream lover into a
throbbing, rock hard arousal. His
dreams focused on tickling his lover’s torso, and the resultant giggles from
the ticklish tease.
But
this....., tickling Roland’s feet, caused a deep, guttural laughter, not
giggles. Also, which he dreamed of,
Karl was doing this orally. He was
tickling bare feet with his mouth! Karl’s
dream lover was sensitive enough to giggle from his tongue teases, now this
ticklish brown-skinned hunk, was going nuts
from a barefoot tooth tickle!
In
Karl’s fantasy, slow wet slurps would tend to his lover’s tickle-induced
hard-on, while he stroked his own erection.
Or, he would slide his own anal heat over his lover’s membrane, feeling
it massage his prostate, as he slowly rocked and swirled his hips.
Either way, his lover remained bound, and Karl controlled the climax they
would both reach. Yet, this
real-live
tickling action was more than his
dreams ever were. So sensitive were
Roland’s ticklish feet, that the reaction brought Karl to cum shooting
satisfaction! It was stupefying.
It was tremendous!
Karl
willed himself up from the floor. As
his head raised over the edge of the bed, he saw Roland’s erection, still
standing, still throbbing. Karl
could have sworn that erection had swollen larger!
It’s upward curve more pronounced, the tip of Roland’s hard member
bounced off his lower abs with each heartbeat.
Karl studied this, and Roland’s beautiful sweat
covered
body for a few moments.
His
fantasy still dancing in his head, Karl moved over to Roland’s other foot.
Bending the big toe slightly back, he slid his
tongue across the base.
“GRRUUHHUUH!”
Karl
teased this part under the big toe for a few moments, then settled in with light
nibbles.
“GAHAGAHGAHHAHAHH!
It
was time for this foot to get some serious attention. Karl pursed his lips over the inner ball in
a sucking manner, and allowed his teeth to slide in the same action as
before. This time, his fingers
found the ball area of the other foot and went to work.
“HOOOHHH!
HHOOSHIT! HHOOHHSHITT! HHHHOOOHHSHHEEEIIIT!
HHEEEEEEEEEE!”
Roland
was bucking as if an electric shock hit him. Calmly, Karl kept his concentration
on tickling Roland’s bare feet.
“YAAHHH!
YYAAAHHHGGGAAHHAAH! AHHGGAAHHAHAAHAAHHAA! “HAAHHAAHHAAGGAA
HHAH!
WHUHHAAHHAHHAHAHHAAHGAAHHGGAH!”
Fullfillment
had found him, and Karl knew it. He was in his place. He was meant for this. This
was meant for him. Two overwhelming rushes of excitement that damned near
knocked him out, helped Karl get over the initial shock of this reality.
Karl
had Roland in a true hysterically ticklish fit. The longer he tickled those deliciously sensitive feet, the
more guttural were Roland’s wails. Switching
from foot to foot, Karl’s teeth were all over Roland’s feet, from the toes,
to the middle of the soles. All the
while, a set of fingers would be waging an affront on that super-sensitve ball
area of the other foot.
A
very sweet benefit of Roland’s
feet being so sensitive across the ball of the foot, was, if positioned right,
the fingers, or face, could prevent the toes from curling down too far.
The thought struck Karl, to concentrate more deeply on this area.
Grasping one foot with both hands, Karl
stretched back the toes, applied firmer pressure with his teeth, then quickened
the
up and down pace of his jaw.
The
shock arched Roland’s back more severe than before. Only his shoulders bore any weight down on the mattress.
As the arch held, Roland trembled, then quaked, violently quaked.
Thirty seconds later, the deepest guttural scream Karl ever heard,
steamrolled throughout the bedroom.
“GGRRUUUUHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!"
Karl
felt an erection beginning to rise again, but strangely enough, a slow surge.
He was remaining steady, and calm. Roland
was bucking against his bonds so violently that Karl’s single bed was bouncing
off the floor.
“GRAAAHHGGAAHHAAHHAAHHAHH!
GAAHHAAHHGAAHHAHH!”
A
few minutes of this intense
tickling, Roland’s hysteria began to switch into a babbling mode.
“GRUUHHWHHAAGUUHH!
GRAHHHAAHHNUH! MUHUNNUHH! WHAAHHAAHH!”
Karl
looked at Roland’s swollen membrane and locked on. He was dripping! Not
moving his eyes, Karl tickled the other foot in the same intense manner.
“NAAAHHAAAAGGGHHH!
MMMUUUNNUUWHHAAHHAAHHAAH! WHUUHHAAHH!"
Karl
kept going until Roland started going into silent hysteria.
He kept his eyes on Roland’s precum dripping.
When the flow became more steady, Karl stopped.
He remembered that Roland brought a small jar of petroleum jelly with
him, and found it quickly.
Karl
crawled forward on the bed and untied Roland’s right hand.
Roland was still spasmodically twitching when Karl’s tongue and thumb
teased his nipples.
“WHHUUUHHHUUUHHHAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Karl
eased up, giving Roland light kisses. In
between kisses, he whispered softly in Roland’s ear.
“Cum
for me. Cum for me baby. Lemme see
ya cum.”
Roland
struggled getting the vaseline on his hand, his body continuing to involuntarily
twitch. As he began stroking himself, Karl resumed erotically teasing his
nipples.
It
took fifteen minutes. All the
while, Roland was growling, bucking and twisting, as if Karl was still tickling
him. Still, Roland kept his hand at
a steady pace, not real fast. He
re-lubed his hand twice. Karl noticed Roland’s hand movement, twisting, and
sometimes rolling over the head, as it slid up and down his shaft.
He also noticed that Roland drove his hips deep into the mattress, as his
hand slid up, increasing the effect.
When
the growls became a deep, steady rumble, Karl quickened the erotic stimulus on
Roland’s nipples. Karl was
trembling in anticipation. He never
had been with a guy who growled like this.
The climax blew Karl’s mind.
Shuddering,
Roland erupted. Three huge spurts
shot forth, rocketing over their heads, splattering against the wall behind the
bed. Roland’s head rolled back,
mouth agape, and emitted a purely animalistic, ear-splitting roar.
“GROOWWAARRAARRAAHHAARRRRRARRGGGHHGRRAARRGGGUUUUHHH!"
Karl’s
head snapped around to see Roland stroke the last bit of cum oozing out of
himself. Earlier, Roland had
brought a wad of tissue from the bathroom, to cover himself when he climaxed,
but Karl enjoyed seeing a guy shoot his load.
He turned around, in stunned disbelief, staring at the giant globs slowly
rolling down the wall.
Karl
looked down at Roland, his chest
rising and falling in slow, deep breaths. Thrilled
to no end for this experience, Karl could only shake his head in wonderment.
He leaned his head over, kissing Roland long, and passionately, several
times.
Roland
showered again before he left. Karl
was on the sofa, laying back in the same corner, as when Roland first arrived.
Before leaving, Roland walked over, knelt down, then gently pulled Karl
up by the shoulders.
“Thank
You”, he uttered softly. Roland
surprised Karl with a long, slow, soft kiss.
As he walked to the door, he looked back over his shoulder.
“Boy,
you’re a bigger tickle freak than you think”.
Karl
closed his eyes, and slept like a baby.