KARL

by Haystacks

Chapter 3

CHEF'S MENU: THE TICKLE BUFFET

ARMPIT DELIGHT

The past eight months had been blissful.  At least, two to three times a month, Roland would visit, submitting to Karl’s artful teasing and tickling.  Fully indoctrinated now as a tickle-top, Karl could masterfully manipulate Roland’s sensitive nerve endings, regardless of how short or long the time they had that day.  Karl thoroughly understood Roland’s sexual sensitivities,and how to play them over into his natural ticklish nature.  Within minutes, Karl could have Roland in a maniacally aroused state, then send him into a hysterically ticklish fit.  Plenty of times, Karl would tickle Roland first, particularly his feet and/or groin area, then tongue his nipples, driving Roland into a screaming, maddening, state.

Proof of Karl’s growing expertise, were Roland’s armpits.  When they first met, Roland’s pits were not tickle sensitive, a mild disappointment to Karl.  They were however, as erotically charged as his nipples.  Karl could highly arouse Roland by tonguing and teasing his pits, eliciting the same outcries,  just as he could with his nipples. 

One day, about three months into their relationship, after bringing Roland to his first orgasm,  Karl began tonguing his right armpit. With his tongue busy, Karl reached over to the other armpit, fingers ‘walking’ in their touch.  Still twitching spasmodically from the orgasm, Roland immediately shuddered, and started giggling.  Usually, Roland would wail in erotic ecstacy when touched like this after a cum shot.  Surprised, Karl lightened both his tongue and finger touch, just grazing the hairs of each armpit.  Roland’s giggles were strong and loud.

      “HEEEHHEEEHHEEHHEEHHEEEHEHHEEEHHHEEHHEEHHEEHEEHEEHEEH!”

What a delightful discovery!  Roland had become so sensitized,  that an erogenous zone had been raised to ticklishness!  Karl didn’t even think about it, he stripped off his tee-shirt and shorts, repositioned himself atop Roland, lowered his head to tongue Roland’s delicious nipples, while his fingers gleefully played with Roland’s now tickle sensitized armpits. 

“WHHAAAIIIEEEEEEHHHEEEEHEEEEHHHEEEEHHEEHHEEEEHEEE!”

WHHOOHHOOOHHHOOOOWWHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Roland shuddered in his bonds like never before.  Although not as hysterical as when his groin or feet were tickled, Roland urged Karl on, with his pleas that Karl was driving him mad!

(OOOHHHGGGAAAWWWDDD!  I’VE DONE THIS!  HHOOOOOHHSHHEEEIT!)

“HHEEEEEUUUUUUUHHH! HEEHEHEEHEHWHHUUUUUUUUHEEEEEEEEEEE!”

(THIS SHIT IS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!)

Head swimming deliriously, Karl toyed with Roland like this for over half an hour.  Roland was

reduced to a slobbering babble, still trying to plead with Karl that the sensations were too much.  Karl was close to a drunken stupor, himself drooling all over Roland’s chest.

Roland slid into a low pitched, growling rumble.

“GRUUUUUUUHHHHGUUUHH! HHRRRUGRRRUUUUUUUHHHH! GGRRUUUHH!” 

That did it.  Karl felt Roland’s straining member oozing streadily, and slid back.  His hand wrapped around Roland’s joystick, then began sliding up and down.

“GROWWWWAAAARRRRGGHH!  HHHAAAARRRRGRRUUUUUUHHHHH!”  

A few minutes more of this,  Roland’s erection considerably stiffened more, then shot off three

rapid-fire rounds of cum. 

“HHHAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGRRRRRRAAAAARRRHHGGRRAAARRGGRR!”

Karl didn’t let up.  He gave Roland’s hard-on oral attention, whilst his fingers delightfully tickled Roland’s groin area.

“HHHHEEEEEEEEEEESSSHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT!  HHHAAAHHAAH! NOOOOOONNNOOOOOONNNOOOOOOOOO! HIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AHHAAAHHAAAHHGGHHAAAHHAAAHH!

Karl kept at it, Roland’s groin close in ticklishness to his feet, thus his screams hysterically wonderful!  After five minutes or more, Karl was satisfied that Roland’s hard-on was retaining its stiffness.  He turned his attention back to Roland’s underarms.

Karl buried his face in Roland’s right armpit, licking for all it was worth.  His fingers dancing in the left pit.  Roland’s giggles were louder this time.

“HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEHHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Back and forth, licking each armpit, while his fingers simultaneously tickle-teased the other, Karl continued with his new-found creation.  Roland’s reactions were wonderfully symphonic, the best musical noise Karl had ever heard.

“WWHHHEEEEEEEEEHHEEHHEEHEEWWHHEEEHEEHHEEEEEEEEEE!”

And why not?  This was a composition created slowly over time.  At first, there was nothing there!   But, his genius, Karl’s genius, methodically developed, an erotic sensitivity, to ticklish sensitivity!  His ears deserved to hear this giggle-ticklish orchestration! 

When Roland began going silent, Karl’s tongue went to orally stimulating his nipples.  Karl’s fingers resumed their light, strolling graze upon Roland’s armpits.

“WWHHHAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NNOOOOKKAAAAKKAAAAAAAAAARRRRAAAARRRRRRLLLL! AAAAAAHHAAAHHAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAHAAAAAH!

IIITTTSSSSTSSTTOOOOOOOOOMMUUMMUHHMMUUUHHHH

CCCHHHHHH!  ITTSSSTOOOMMUUUUUUHHHHCCHHAAAAH! GGRRUUUUUUHHAAAHHAAAAYYAAAGGHHAAAAAAAAHH!”

That’s what Karl wanted to hear!   Also, the squirms, quakes,  shivers, and shudders had something else.  Roland was rotating his hips, not just thrusting, but swiveling in ticklish, erotic reaction!   Karl had succeeded in meshing Roland’s erotic/ticklish sensitivities!

Karl’s skin could feel the hot, sexy heat emanating from Roland’s body.  Roland’s high strung sensitivities were combined, hotly meshed, reactively seeking out sexual release.

Karl continued his ero-tickle onslaught until Roland was in a state of pleading, sobbing, babble.

He then shifted to Roalnd’s feet.  Karl slid his mouth over Roland’s right big toe, sucking it, while his fingers tickled Roland’s left foot.  The sexy, ticklish sensitivity of Roland’s bare feet couldn’t have been more satisfying.

“YAAAAHHHHGGAAAHHAAAAHHAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”  GGEEEEGGEEEEHHHAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!”

While Karl orally worked over the toes of Roland’s right foot, his fingers were lightly strumming the hypersensitive length of the of the left sole.  Karl’s tongue slipped in, around each toe, his lips sliding over them in succession with varying, light to heavy suckles.  The erotic-ticklish sensations emanating from his toes, with the highly ticklish stimulation of his left foot, combined quaking shudders in Roland’s reactive bucking and twisting.

Roland’s erection was steady oozing a steady string, swaying in movement to his body reactions. His ticklish outbursts became a steady grumble, gradually dropping lower in pitch.

“GRRAAAARRAAAHHAAHAAHHAAHHAAARRGGHH!”

“AAARRRAAAHHAAARRRAAAHHGGRRAAAHHAAH!”

As usual, Karl expertly waited until Roland began slipping into silent hysteria, then switched to a more intense tickle shock, by tickling both of Roland’s bound bare feet with his hands.  Concentrating at the middle of each sole, Karl’s fingers were doing a strumming ‘walk’, ticklishly strutting in place, without walking anywhere.  Roland’s sensitivities were shocked  back to audible hysterics, straining against his bonds.

“NUUUHHNNUUUHHHNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“HHAAAGGHHAAAAAHHHGGHHAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”

Karl was loving every bit of this.  Roland’s feet were soft, damp, intensely heightened ticklishly, from the prolonged armpit/nipples ero-tickle.  Roland’s long toes were flexing sensuously, curling downward, then stretching full-length upward.  Karl felt the itchy, pressure buildup within himself.  Gut instinct kicked in, and he went to the proven tickle technique that took both himself, and Roland over the edge.

Karl’s trusty water soaked felt-tip pen  went to work on the ball of  Roland’s right foot.  He performed his favorite oral tooth tickle on the ball of Roland’s left foot.  Roland was shocked again into rip-roaring hysterical screams.

“HHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHNNNOOOOOO!”

YYYAAAAAAGGHHAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAHHH!

NNAAHHNNAAHHNNAAHHNNAANNHHAAAHHAAAHHAAAHHH................!

Several intense minutes of tickling those exotically sensitive, bare feet like this, found Roland’s guttural wails switching gears.

“GRROOOWWAAAARGGH..........GRRAAAAARGGGGHHAAAAAAHHH.........GGRRROOOOWWWWAAAAAARRRRGGRRAAARRGH!”

Karl scrambled onto the bed.   As soon as he sucked in Roland’s swollen erection,  Roland’s hips left the mattress.  Circling, swiveling, in arched suspension,  Roland’s love shaft pumped out a steady cum flow. 

“GGGRRRRUUUUUUUUHHHHHH!  UUUUUUUHH! HHUUNNGGRRAARRGHH

“YYYAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAARRRRRRGRRUUUHHH! HHHHAAAAAARRRRGGGRRRAAARRRGGHH!”

“GGRRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGHHAAARRR!”

Karl yielded to his own climactic surge.  He had resisted the urge, choosing to wait, until he delivered Roland to this new realm:  an elevated height of orgasmic sensuality.   The adrenaline rush, that had been coursing throughout his body, tingled with an unexplainable touch.   For Karl, awash in the pleasurable knowledge, that his genius,  had crossed one of  Roland’s erogenous zones over to ticklish sensitivity, this was a rewarding, unforeseen coup de’ tat.  Karl collapsed in the most ecstatic orgasm that he had ever experinced, screaming as loud as Roland.

Later, as Roland prepared to leave, he told Karl that the combined nipple-underarm sensations were the most exquisite feelings that he had ever felt.

“Man........!, I thought I would go nuts!  That was somethin’ else!  You’re proud of youself  aren’t you?!!”

Karl only smiled as he and Roland embraced.

BUTT LICKIN’ TICKLE

This particular Saturday was another opportunity afforded Karl and Roland, where there was no rush.  Roland had a rare week-end alone.  Overjoyed, Karl canceled plans to take in an afternoon movie, and dining, with some friends.  Spending time with Roland had been, by far, the most pleasurable and meaningful experience of Karl’s life.  None of  his previous experiences with men, came close to the fullfillment that he felt, when with Roland.  Somehow, Roland understood what Karl needed, and submitted to those needs.  Karl realized that Roland was no fool: on Roland’s part, there was an easy, soft manipulation to acheive what he needed.  Karl was grateful for the presence of that fact, which allowed them both to mutually receive such a high level of satisfaction.

Karl was totally amazed how he no longer felt the need for physical sex.  So great were the pleasures he received in tickling and teasing Roland’s body, the best screwing he’d ever experienced did not compare, even remotely.  Several times Karl considered giving himself to Roland, but the guy was so damned strong, it scared him.  Karl was actually afraid Roland might tear his rear end apart. Roland was able to eventually erode that fear, through slow, quiet inquiries during many of their conversations.  Roland was easy to talk to,  and when he asked Karl what he felt during the tickling sessions, Karl readily responded.   Many times Roland would ask Karl in a telling form:  “You want to do this, ... don’t you?”  Or, “Hey boy! You done got to the place where you ain’t satisfied unless ........, right?”  Sometimes, when they would call each other at night, just to talk, Roland would say,  “Man, you done turned into a royal freak!  You know whatcha had me goin’ thru when you ................!!!!!????  I was

thinkin’ about it..., an’ you royally got off on that!!!!  What kinda freak have I let you turn into????”  Roland was always humorous with it, which Karl appreciated, laughing heartily.  Yet, Karl understood that Roland was saying, “Concentrate on being a tickle-top, you enjoy it.  Get your jollies off that way, it’s OK.” After each session, before he would leave, Roland would always tell Karl how intense his orgasms were and how great he felt.  Karl delighted in their phone conversations, when Roland would state how relaxed he felt in the days after spending time with Karl.

Roland was on his knees, aginst the back of the sofa, facing the wall.  His wrists were bound over the sofa back, a length of rope running from each wrist, under the sofa, wrapping around the rope that bound his ankles.  The bondage had Roland somewhat bent over the back of the sofa, with his feet overhanging the edge of the cushion, spread apart, just over shoulder-width.  Karl, kneeling on the floor, was behind Roland, gleefully alternating between tickling his sides and feet.  The positon that Roland was in, only allowed him to spring upward slightly on his bent knees, and wiggle somewhat from side to side.

Earlier, before bringing Roland to his first orgasm, Karl had tongued and tickled him for over an hour.  Roland had been bound on his back, stretched the full length of the sofa:  arms back over his head, feet atop and over the opposite arm, with rope running underneath the entire length, securing his limbs at both ends.  Karl’s tongue teased Roland’s entire torso, while his fingers performed their ticklishly grazing stimulus of the underarms.  Karl brought Roland to the maddening edge by only licking his his bound feet, repeatedly returning  to tickle-tongue tease his upper body.  When the nipple-tongue-underarm-tickle combo took Roland to a slobbering, pleading state, Karl slowly hand-stroked his painfully throbbing erection to a cum-blasting climax.

Now, Karl was fully engrossed in taking advantage of Roland’s heightened state of ticklishness. One hand was at Roland’s ribs, while the other gave ticklish attention to a foot.  Karl would switch hands to the opposite side and foot, then to both feet, to both ribs, and so forth.  Roland was howling, being kept in tickle shock from the attack on two ticklsh fronts.

Karl kept noticing Roland’s butt,  wiggling and shaking in front of him.  He placed his hands on both cheeks, and dug in.  Roland’s body tensed, and he squealed,  shocked from the ticklish sensations in his cheeks. 

“SSSHHHEEEEEEEEEEE!  HHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHEEEEEEEE!”

Overjoyed, Karl laughed out loud in sheer delight.  Another tickle development!  His fingers added a bit more pressure, and Roland’s outbursts proved that he was on track.

“AAHHHHGGGAAAHHAAAHHAAHHAHGGGAAAHHHAAAHHHAAAAHH!”

Karl knew that Roland’s body was an erotic/ticklish sensitivity post, but damn!   A ticklish ass? (Cuuuuuummmmmm Onnnn!)  Karl wondered, (“What else is.........?”)

Without hesitation, Karl leaned forward, jutting his tongue between Roland’s cheeks.  Roland

jerked upright as much as his bonds allowed.

“WHAAAA....!  GGUUHHGGUUHHGGUUHH....!  GGAAHHAAHHGGUUHH!”

Karl spread Roland’s cheeks, slipping his tongue in against Roland’s anus.  Karl wiggled his tongue.  Roland sprang forth like a cannon shot, banging his head against the wall.

“WWHHOOOHHOOOOOO....!  HHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO....!

Karl’s hands dropped to Roland’s feet, his fingers in a mischievous tickle dance upon them, while his tongue licked feverishly at Roland’s anus.  Roland’s head constantly pounded against the wall.

“GGAAAHHAAAHHUUUNNNGGHHAAHHAAHHWHUUUUHH...!

NNUUHHNNUUHHUUHHAAAAGGAAHHAAHHUUHHNNAAHH!”

Karl loved Roland’s body heat, and the heat from Roland’s behind pressed against his face, was euphoric.  Karl was becoming delirious, his fingers not knowing where to tickle. Roland’s feet, his butt, the ribs.  OH Goodness!  What a chioce!

For the next twenty  minutes or so, Karl kept Roland in a sputtering, hysterical state.  The sensations of the tongue-rimming, and the tickling were near-maddening.  Equally so for Karl, was the delicous, delirious state that engulfed him.  When he felt the itch in his loins change to a pressure build-up, Karl stopped, then stripped off his clothes.  Somehow, he was able to slide up onto the sofa, between Roland’s legs, and find that wonderful, painfully throbbing hard-on.

Karl swallowed in Roland’s erection, while he artfully spread his fingers, in a full out tickle

assault on Roland’s ribs.  Karl nestled himself between Roland and the back of the sofa, as Roland reacted to his oral heat, and more so, to the wriggling fingers digging into his ticklish sides.  Karl kept his lips poised, as Roland’s reactions effectively caused his erection to thrust between them.  Roland was getting louder.

“WHAAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAHHGGAAHHGGAAHHAAAAHHA”!

“GRUUUUUUUHHHHHAAAAHHHHHHAAAAHHHHHGGAAHH”!

“AAAAHHHHHWWHHHUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHUUUUUHHHH”!

Karl concentrated on tickling Roland’s most lower side region.  His finger tips were tantalized by the ticklish vibrations,  reverberating in Roland’s lower oblique muscles.  As Roland’s erection stretched nearer to climax, Karl began sucking vigorously.   Roland emitted a growling scream, as if he were a madman.

“RRAARRGGRRGGRRHAARRGGRRAARRGGRR!! HHAARROOOWWAARRHGGRRAARRGGRRAHH

AAAAAAHHHHGGGRRHHHAAAAARRGGGRHH!”

The eruption contained the greatest heat, that Karl had experienced with anyone. The entire length of bottom muscle strands along Roland’s love shaft, constricted convulsively, thumping against Karl’s tongue in the most pronounced manner that he had ever felt. Roland gurgled as if he were insane, his erection refusing to go down, pumping dry orgasmic thrills.  Karl growled intensely himself, as his own climax thundered through his body.  For several minutes more, Karl held Roland hostage within the throes of orgasmic, erotic ticklish mania, until Roland could not plead, growl, or scream any further.

For the next few hours, Karl kept Roland tied to his bed, licking and tasting his deliciously

sensitive body, then tickling those now exquisitely heightened, tickle-sensitive feet.  Twice more, he sucked Roland to long, dry-heave climaxes.  The final extended tongue-tickle scene of the day, brought Roland to a crying, sobbing, state of erotic hysteria.  Karl extracted four large, hot spurts from Roland’s orgasm, that luciously tickled the back of his throat.

ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END

For over fourteen months, Karl enjoyed the most memorable time of his life.  Roland was the most intimate, erotic man he had ever met.  He allowed Karl to venture into a new realm of eroticsm, with no demands, no pressure, no stipulations or reprisals.  Furthermore, Karl was able to enjoy diercting the eroticsm, delving into a new arena that spurred his growth of sensuality.  Becoming a dominant bondage/tickle top, released him from certain restrictions of  M/M sexual servitude he felt as a bottom, to controlling his own erotic satisfaction.  Karl loved Roland for that, and would always be grateful to him.

Sadly, Roland accepted a new job, over three hours away.  The move was taking him completely across the state, to the western side, along Lake Michigan.  His employer had long announced that his department would be phased out, due to one automotive customer switching to a new material, which required a new manufacturing process.  Now that phasing out had begun.   Over the next eighteen months, production would be scaled back, while the new manufacturing process ramped up.

Roland’s background was different from the new process, and significant schooling would be required to gain any knowledge of what was needed.  He and his wife decided not to wait until the end of his department’s existence, and his job search yielded quick results.  The offer he received was better than anticipated, so Roland readily accepted.  He would be leaving Bayshore in four weeks.

Despite being as downcast as he was, Karl made the last three visits by Roland, as wonderfully positive as he could.  He tickled and teased Roland for all it was worth, Roland being as ticklish and erotically sensitive as ever.  On his last visit, the pair of sexy briefs that Roland wore, were Karl’s favorite color.  Roland had been there two hours.  Before he left, they were sitting on the sofa, arms around each other.  Karl spoke softly,

“Leave me those..., I want something to remember you by..., but I wish there was something else..., something more for remembrance.”

“I tell you what, UUHHHMMM!”, Roland gasped, Karl’s tongue suddenly licking at his nipples.  “I’ll write you a story..., GGUUHHUUHH!!!  OOHHOOHH!!!  Boy! I gotta go!!!..,  I’ll write a story about us, an..., AAHHGGHHAAHHAAHH! QUIT!.... OOHHNOOO!!!,  SHIT!!!”

Karl tied Roland to the sofa,  his feet bound over an armrest.  Karl sucked those deilcious toes, and tickled those wonderful, ticklish bare feet, for another hour.  He slowly sucked Roland’s once again raging hard-on, while tickling his sides and groin, stopping short of another climax, then gave Roland’s underams and nipples erotic-ticklsh attention.  Karl then continuously licked Roland’s nipples again, for half an hour.  When he orally brought Roland to climax, he thought the roaring onslaught would split his ears.

It’s been a year since Roland moved away from Bayshore, Michigan,  and Karl has yet to find a ticklish friend.  His fingers sorely miss the nude, sensitive, erotic heat of Roland’s ticklishness.  Roland has found western Michigan, to be woefully lacking with anyone interested in tickling.  His body longs to be bound, exposed to a lascivious tongue, and mischievous fingers that seeks his sensuous ticklishness.  Karl and Roland e-mail each, every so often, yearning to be together again. 

Roland struggled through many painful hard-ons writing this story,  keeping his promise to Karl.

Karl keeps this story near at all times, reading of his “Fullfillment”.

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