Well I'm somewhat of a lurker here but as far as this thread goes I got a whale of a tale so sit back and relax.
My experience with the internet began at the end of my 10th grade year. I was really close to making an A in biology and as a bonus assignment to get the A without taking the final I was to find 10 websites on the internet about biology.
Well, after being shown how to dial in and find the Altavista search engine I did not make it far until I got up the guts to actually type in the word: 'tickle' into the search box. Long story short, I never found the 10 websites but I did take the final and get the A.
I remember browsing to the first actual tickling site I ever found 'Kajumans World' or something like that. Then there was 'Camp Tickle', the 'funny bone storybox', and lets not forget 'Tukano's Island' just to name a few that I managed to surf to and frequent, on the family computer no less.
This isn't what caught me though, as my parents were fairly ignorant about looking at browsing history and such so I didn't get caught here or anything but continued to brows on the family computer untill christmas of my 11th grade year when I got my own computer.
That's where things really took off cause I had a printer to boot. Often I would find stories that I liked and print them off to keep mainly because I did not like to read off of the screen.
Then one day (and this seems to be the most common way that other men have been caught on here), my mom was thoroughly cleaning my pig-sty of a room and found some of my printouts. I remember some of what I had printed out and know for a fact that one of the stories found was Libtick's "Ticklish Bookworms". That story molded much of what my fetish is today, so thanks Libtick.
Anyway, I remember walking in on the scene of her cleaning my room and her flat out asking: "What is all this tickle stuff?". Really all i did was shift around a little and say that I did not know, I mean hell I couldn't say it was popups like many others on here because the hard copies were on my floor!
Then one night, I think she was the only one home as I walked in the door (she was actually on the phone with one of her friends). Well as I walked by heading to my room she noted that she bought some ink for her printer and mine as well but I was a good ways down the hall when she finished that sentence. So, with i think her friend still on the phone, she yells down the hall:
"And you had better not be running anything off about tickling feet!!"
I had no idea what to do at that point, I didn't see but I prayed that she had hung up the phone when she yelled that.
Flash forward a few years to when I was in community college and had material all over my computer, even my desktop. Well, mom decided that she wanted to use my computer one day and pretty well saw everything (unknown to me at this time). She told dad all about it too (also unknown to me at the time).
I didn't find out about the incident until I was riding with my father through a fast food drive through and he flat out asked me about all the tickling stuff. Then he went on about my friend and if he tickles me (i'm straight by the way) and if I tickle him. Well I didn't say anything and just sat there quiet, it was one of those awkward moments and I was stuck in a car for crying out loud.
So when we got home I decided since they both knew that I would be the one to break the conversation while we were having our burgers. I basically just asked: "So while you were using my computer did you find anything interesting?" (asked my mom that is).
And so she said: "What is it with you and tickling?" and I told her it was just a thing that I had. She basically asked me if I like to tickle people and I told her that I preferred to recieve. She then remarked that I did not like it when she tickled me when I was little and I was like "Yeah but you're my mom." So she asks me that if I had a girlfriend would I like for her to tickle me and I of course said yes.
And she goes through all the spots and is all: "Well where would you like her to tickle you, ribs, feet, armpits?" I remarked that I would like it everywhere and she said that she thinks that that is wierd.
That was pretty much the end of the convo and the last run in I have had with the folks.
I think this threard needs to stay on page 1....to help some of your newer members....I personally never got caught...I don't think...but if my parents know, they never said anything....however I was in a group therpy session once...and the therpists blured out my fetish...and the guy next to me laughed. I stopped going there, but the next five minutes were completely embarrassing and I was torn between keeping a netrual face and smashing that smug SOB's face in!
Yes, which is why it needs to stay on Page 1. IMO
