Subject: M/M Tickling Story -- Camping Trip (Pt.1)
From: garoche@aol.com
Date: 1996/12/06

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When I was at the University of Kentucky I had a hot roommate for about
three years. He wasn't gay, but he knew that I was. It didn't bother him
too much. We were best friends and thought of each other as brothers.
Anyway, this guy, Jim, was VERY handsome in a rugged sort of way. He was
trying to get his degree in Physical Training to be a coach, so he lifted
weights and was always in great shape. He was my perfect sexual match-dark
hair, full beard, 6'1" tall, very muscular and HAIRY all over his chest. I
had a big crush on him. Too bad he wasn't gay! We used to go camping in the
deep woods often on the beat up Yamaha motorcycle that we bought together
(with money that should have gone towards our tuition). This one time, we
approached our campground on a bumpy dirt road. Jim had his shirt off and
told me to hold on to him tightly to keep from bumping off the back of our
bike. I could feel his hairy chest and stomach with my hands. Jim, I think,
suspected how much I was attracted to him. He knew that the feel of his
huge, furry pecs and rippled stomach would make me horny. My sweaty chest
(I also have a muscular chest, but smooth) was pressed tightly against his
sunburned back as we bumped down the secluded trail. For me it was the road
to paradise!
      We got to the campsite (too soon for my taste) and unpacked our
stuff, etc. I had to hide my erection from Jim, and it went away gradually.
We set up camp next to a small lake, so we went swimming to cool down. We
splashed around in the water for a bit. I tried to dunk him under the
water, but I knew I couldn't. He was bigger than me with stronger arms. He
then tried to dunk me and actually started tickling me in a brotherly sort
of way. We were near the edge of the lake and he held me down in the
shallow water and tickled my stomach. I wiggled to get away from him, but
he planted his butt on my stomach and tickled my chest, stomach, and
underarms until I begged him to stop. He made me promise to gather all of
the wood for the trip if he stopped tickling me. I quickly agreed.
      When I came back to the campsite from gathering wood, Jim was asleep
on his beach towel wearing only his bathing suit. I stared at his perfect
body for a long time as I watched his rippled stomach rise and fall with
each sleeping breath. His muscular arms were resting on the soft grass over
his head as he was sleeping, revealing his big biceps and hairy armpits.
But most of all, I couldn't take my eyes off of his beautiful feet. They
were big and fleshy with round, plump toes. The soles of his feet looked so
vulnerable! I grabbed a piece of dried grass and rubbed it across his toes
on his right foot. His toes curled, causing little ridges to form across
the bottom of his sole. In his sleep, Jim tried to pull his feet away from
the tickling blade of grass. I quickly bound Jim's right hand to a nearby
tree with some rope from the tool kit. He started to stir a little when I
tied his other wrist down, but he didn't wake up. Then I tied his ankles
together and started tickling his feet with my fingers. He woke up quickly
and started giggling. He thrashed around, but he didn't really laugh all
that much. He told me to stop in an angry voice, but I kept right on moving
my fingers over his soles and between his toes. I'm glad I kept going,
because he finally reached the "breaking point" by going into
uncontrollable laughter. It's funny what will subdue a strong man like
Jim. He had a brown belt in karate and was strong as an ox , but he
couldn't defend himself from his one 'achilles heel,' his ultra ticklish
body. I was making the ultimate macho man beg just by using the light touch
of a few fingers! The feeling of power was incredible.
      Jim was squirming around, straining the ropes that held his arms back
and his ankles together. I personally like to have both feet bound together
so that you can tickle both soles together for maximum effect. He was
begging, begging, begging for me to stop!  "What did you say?" I teased as
I tickled him harder so he couldn't answer. "What was that? I can't
understand you, Jim!  You want me to stop what?  I can't understand what
you are saying!  "His face was all red and his head was thrown back as he
laughed. He looked like he was in ecstacy. I know I was! "Don't worry,
Jim. There's only about an HOUR left to go," I said."Nooooo," he moaned.
Although it was hard for me to tear myself away from his feet, I decided to
test out his other reflexes. I sat on his stomach like he had done to me
when we were swimming, and rubbed my fingers back and forth over his ribs
and stomach. His response was immediate - he started bucking so hard that
he nearly threw me off of him. I eased up on my rubbing to give him a
little breather.  "You're in trouble, bud!" he said. He looked more tired
than mad. "Just you wait!"  Even though his words were threatening, his
slight smile let me know that he was enjoying this experience maybe just a
little.  "In trouble am I? We'll see about that!" I said, springing back
into action, this time scooting back on his stomach far enough to expose
his rippled stomach muscles. Slowly my fingers moved through the soft hair
of his stomach, and Jim's torture began again. I knew that this was better
than any sexual experience I had ever had, and we still had our clothes on!
The excitement that I felt was like an extended mental orgasm. My whole
body was pulsating on the inside. It didn't hurt to feel Jim's erection
against my butt. He really WAS enjoying this!

CAMPING TRIP Pt.2

I found that the area just a few inches below his armpits that made him
howl like a crazy person. I would tickle him non-stop for a while until I
thought he would pop, and then I would let up a bit and rub my fingers over
his nipples. This made him squirm too, but not as bad. I was glad that
there was no one around for miles. This sort of torture would be hard to do
in an apartment or house. Someone would call the cops! I never imagined all
of the noise. Still, it was the tickling of Jim's feet that really got me
hot, so I decided to go back to torturing his cute little toes. I found out
quickly that Jim had two major hot spots on his feet that drove him
insane. One was between his big and first toe, and the other was on the
lower arch right above his heel. For this area I found a better use for my
toothbrush than for just oral hygene. My tooth brush rubbed on the edges of
both feet also caused Jim to arch his back and let out hysterical howls of
laughter. I could tell that in the throws of this torture he hardly knew
where he was. The all-encompassing sensation of my tickling had completely
taken over his consciousness. I had him in my complete control. Finally,
the non-stop stroking, brushing, and swirling across Jim's tender soles
compounded all at the same time like Chinese water torture, suddenly
becoming unbearable.
        NoNoNoNoNoNo.... Not there!! Not... HooohoooHaa Haaa! I-I-I'M
going...HaaaHaaa ...crazy!!! OOOhhh Haaaa NooNOoooo....  His whole body
tightened and shuddered, emphasizing the muscles of his stomach and chest
through his light brown fur. Haaaa NooNOoooo....I'll do anything
... Anything. ANYTHING! Just pleeeeass... HaHaHa!!! I can't take it.  Ah
HaHahh.....I can't.... OOOOhhh!  Hoo, Hoo ... I - Can't - Take -
HahAhaaaaaa. Sto..Sto...Stooooop! Anything! Ha, not my feet, no, no NOOOO!
All this time I had been rubbing the toothbrush faster and harder across
the sexy ridges that formed near his heels when he curled his toes to get
away from the unbearable sensation. I knew in this, my first real tickle
torture session, that I was hooked!  My obsession from that day forward was
to find the hottest and most ticklish guys to drive over the edge like Jim
was at this moment. I wished that all guys could be as ticklish as Jim. In
the back of my mind, I shuddered at the thought of someone torturing me
unmercilessly the way that I was punishing him. He, of course, deserved it!
He deserved it because he was so hot!  My erection was throbbing inside my
bathing suit, and I was certain that if I didn't let it free soon I would
go nuts. I made a delicious decision at that moment. I stopped tickling
Jim's feet suddenly and before he had even stopped laughing, I had his
bright green baggies pulled down to his ankles. Just as I suspected -- his
dick was just as big (and hard) as his muscles! Hey, let me up. C'mon!
Untie me! Don't tickle me any more, OK? Please? Jim tried to reason with
me.  You said you'd do ANYTHING for me to stop, right? I reminded
him. Don't go away! I cried as I ran back to the tent. Within seconds I
return to my restrained roommate and showed him what I had gone back to the
tent for. A look of panic crossed his face.  No ... please stop already, he
pleaded when he saw the feather in my hand. I grinned at him and twirled it
around for him to see that I planned to use it. But this time I wanted to
see if his balls were as ticklish as his toes. Jim tried to get away by
squirming and tugging at the ropes that held him as my slave. He arched his
back when the light brown feather skittered over his balls and cock.  I
can't take any more of it. Don't! Please! Ah.. Haaa haaa. OH God...Stop!
AHHHhaaaahahaha!  HooooAHHhahahaaaaaa! With my right hand I stroked the
large feather across Jim's huge cock as I tickled his feet with my left
hand. Every so often I ran the feather quickly back and forth over his
balls. This always brought harder fits of laughter and made Jim's nuts
tense up with each back and forth motion of the feather. Soon his
struggling became harder and his screams of laughter more desperate.
Realizing what was happening, I rubbed my fingers faster over both feet and
increased the motion of the feather on his cock, bringing him to the edge
of his inevitable climax.OOHHH Haaaaha!  Mmmyyy! Goddd!  HooohoooHaa Haaa!
I-I-I'M going ... HaaaHaaa! To ... Cumm!  Sto.. Stop! No!  No!  Don't
... Make ... Me..! HaaahaaahaAAUUUGHHHH!!!! Then, with the intensity of a
massive train wreck, Jim gave in to an incredibly loud and hysterical
climax.  He squirmed and shuddered as if ten men were tickling him from his
head to his manly toes. Huge globs of cum splattered all over the hair on
Jim's chest, and some had even shot onto the side of his face. At the sight
of his orgasm and aftermath I stopped tickling him long enough to stroke my
own cock until I could feel my own orgasm dragging me deeper into ecstacy
like an undertow.  With a laughing groan I let my own juice mix with Jim's
on his furry chest.  I admit that the next few minutes were kind of
awkward.  I never intended this little prank to turn into the best sexual
experience I had ever known. I'm sure Jim was questioning himself about
now, too. He reached a climax with me! That had to be hard for a straight
man to take. I expected him to jump at me when I untied him, but he was
surprisingly calm. He was exhausted, that I could tell, and I would have
understood if he had been upset with me. I never expected him to thank me!
That was really something, man. I could have killed you-- until the very
end. I never got off like that in my life! I always did like to be
tickled ...  Just don't tell anybody, Okay? It was just something that
happened, right? Jim waited for me to agree. Right?  Right! I said. I
thought you would be pissed! I got carried away I guess. You know, I've
never told anyone that tickling turns me on. Don't you think it's a little
weird?  Well, if it's weird, then I'm weird, too. What's normal, anyway?
Jim could be so understanding sometimes, especially for such a jock. Just
don't tell anyone, OK! he emphasized.OK!  OK! I promised. Let's have some
of that Wild Turkey you brought. We sat around the fire and drank long into
the night. I finally passed out in the tent, dreaming of getting my hands
on Jim's feet again. I dreamed that I was stroking his feet with my fingers
....  The next morning I discovered that payback was truly hell ... and
heaven all rolled into one! I was no longer in the tent I passed out in,
but on top of the old picnic table under tree near our campsite. Jim had
put a blanket on the table, put me on top if the table and tied me down. My
wrists were tied over my head. I could feel the slight breeze rustle the
hair under my armpits. I was tied down directly to the table with the same
rope that I had used to tie him down. He had me tied down across my
chest. Most disturbingly, though, Jim had both of my ankles suspended from
the tree branches with rope. It was like I was in traction. Great! I was in
tickle traction! Jim looked down at me with a big smile on his face and a
massive hard-on between his legs. You are in trouble! he said. Tickling you
is all I've been thinking about since I put those sleeping pills in your
whiskey!  He was right. I was in trouble. Jim started rubbing up and down
on my chest like a real pro. I was wondering within the first minute how I
would ever make it through this. His tickling was unbearable and light. It
didn't take much to get me squirming around, but he really did seem
experienced.  Back and forth, back and forth he stroked under my arms with
a big grin on his face while I hopped around on the table like I was being
shocked with electricity.Jim! Stop! I'm sorr... I.HahaahaaaHaaaa. Nooo, no,
oh oooooo, GOD!  STO... Ahhahahaahahah!!!!  My mind was trapped in time and
each stroke of his fingers seemed to last forever. I could see that this
really could drive someone raving mad. Jim moved down my body until with
his strong fingers he found my most sensitive and vulnerable spot -- my
feet. Who's in control now? he teased as the flick of his fingers sent me
into hysterical convulsions. He rubbed the feather between the toes on my
right foot, causing me to laugh until I was almost hyperventilating. He
would stop long enough for me to catch my breath and then start up again,
moving from one intensely ticklish spot on my foot to another. This is the
first time I found out how ticklish my ankles and the tops of my feet can
be. Once he had me screaming and shuddering in this orgiastic frenzy, every
touch of his fingers sent me into wild fits of delicious laughter. I was
completely dominated by Jim's nimble fingers and succumbed to the paradox
of tickling that makes it so addictive -- I was both praying it will stop
and yet hoping that it will never end. The huge erection that Jim
maintained through this whole episode proved to me that Jim really was a
tickle fiend, too. My legs kicked, or tried to, in my stirrups as Jim
swirled the feather back and forth over my soles, between my toes, and
around my ankles. I could hear his laughter over my own. Beg me to stop! he
said. What will you give me? Beg! Beg! He increased his speed and intensity
until his words were fuzzy and far away. I was in another place, trapped
between the fantasy of a lifetime and a nightmare of endless torture.
Before I knew it, I felt a new and fiendishly unbearable sensation. Jim was
stroking the feather across my balls. My back arched, trying to get away,
but it was no use.  No! OH oh ohhh ah ah ahHahaaahaaaa!  You.. You've
got...to STT...STTOPPp! God!! Not there! No no OhHohaoheehaHOHAHAHA!!
Anything!!!  ANYTHING!! You're kkkillingg.. Me...Hahahaaaahahhaaa...No NO!
JIM!!! I pleaded and pleaded, but he was relentless with his torture of my
balls. Then he moved the feather up and down slowly between my balls and
asshole. The feather rubbed on my asshole sent me into bucking fits. Even
having my feet tortured was better than this! As if he was reading my mind,
he went back to tickling my soles with his fingers. He stopped long enough
to spit in his hand and rub it over his hard cock. I suddenly realized why
he had tied me up in this spread-eagle position. His rock hard erection
found my asshole and with a moan of pleasure he shoved his impressive tool
inside my still-squirming hole. As he pumped back and forth inside of me,
he returned to tickling the bottoms of my feet. My brain was surely turning
to mush with the mixed sensations, I thought! I moaned with pleasure every
time Jim's cock pumped up against my red hot prostate gland, all the while
dying to get away from the sadistic tickling sensations that enslaved my
feet. Jim didn't have to fuck me for very long before I felt him tense up
and slow down his long strokes. With each second I was getting closer and
closer to a fantastic orgasm and I could see that Jim was too. I could
visualize my climax coming, the sensation was that palpable. Even though
nothing was touching my cock, the tickling on my feet and the stimulation
of my prostate overwhelmed me and launched me into an atomic orgasm. Cum
shot out all over my sweat covered belly until I felt totally drenched. My
asshole tightened up and again and again over Jim's throbbing erection,
coaxing him to a howling, shuddering climax of his own.  Later, Jim rested
with his head against my naked chest. He closed his eyes and started to
drifted off into an exhausted sleep. You're the best, man, he mumbled as he
fell asleep. I ran my fingers through his brown hair. So are you, Jim. So
are you, I whispered. I watched him sleep for a minute before letting my
mind wander. Now where did I put that rope?