I finally got tickled, and I found out that I was REALLY ticklish today. It had been over a year since my two guy friends and I hung out together. We went over one's house to play some video games. And they actually let me play this time! I did significantly well, under the right settings, and it was fun. I sat in the middle and them on either side of me on the couch.
They are pretty big fellas. And I was never THIS squished between them before. I figured they grew over the past year, but I didn't rub it in. But every once in a while, I got in an uncomfortably comfortable position, and I would get a small tickle. And they ended up in big wrestling matches.
Now, I can't remember the events in the exact order. The tickling was quite random. But once the tickling started, it would progress. I started perfectly seated in between the two, and one would lift my shirt a bit and lightly tickle my bare stomach. My stomach would flutter involuntarily and I would giggle.
Then they would probe their fingers around in my armpits. Those, were really ticklish today. I naturally clamped my arms closed to my chest. Then once the found a weak spot, they attacked it. Both of them. One of my friends decided to turn me sideways so I laid across their laps, and pulled up my arms while the other one tickled me. I LAUGHED like I never thought I could again when tickled. Now, being bigger, stronger guys, the probes were almost always rough, which I found unpleasant, but it still worked and I still went ballistic.
At one point, one of them tickled my armpits, poking and probing, while the other one hugged my legs to his chest and tickled my feet! My feet naturally aren't that ticklish, but he hit some good spots on my toes and towards the middles as he stroked them. And previously, I had never been tickled in more than one place at the same time. In this case, the most ticklish area dominated my attention, to which i fought violently and not quite so valiantly, while the secondary sensation allowed slight jerks and pleasant wiggles and squirms.
In another attack, was a battle between my armpits and squeezes of my thighs. Both of which were roughly tickled, and very ticklish. The thighs, however, were not so brutally handled, therefore, the armpits won.
In a further attempt, the two lightly scribbled their fingers on the backs of my knees and thighs, which brought me to a delightful fluffy array of giggles. Until, of course, combined with the guffaws, hacks and cackles of my underarms.
Additional to these attacks came a pleasant 20 finger flutter around my bare stomach. The delicate thing fluttered like jello at each touch and I giggled, but happily didn't fight them away. Until the other attacked my underarms, and was sent into ballistics again.
So clearly my underarms took the most beating tonight. There was a point where they were the only things that were tickled. One of them crossed their arms under mine, and lifted them away from my body, while the other one tickled away at them, or it was enough to sneak their hands in there before I could fight my arms back down. And it got to the peak of ticklishness, especially in my left pit, where my laughter shot through the roof and swear could break glass.
My friends were not as ticklish as they once were in the past. Therefore, I had no chance. I even farted at one point in the mess of attacks. It was fun and terrifying all in one package. I'm way more ticklish than I thought I was. I'm not sure about how I'll feel about being tied up and tickled. But that one won't be until far in the future.
They are pretty big fellas. And I was never THIS squished between them before. I figured they grew over the past year, but I didn't rub it in. But every once in a while, I got in an uncomfortably comfortable position, and I would get a small tickle. And they ended up in big wrestling matches.
Now, I can't remember the events in the exact order. The tickling was quite random. But once the tickling started, it would progress. I started perfectly seated in between the two, and one would lift my shirt a bit and lightly tickle my bare stomach. My stomach would flutter involuntarily and I would giggle.
Then they would probe their fingers around in my armpits. Those, were really ticklish today. I naturally clamped my arms closed to my chest. Then once the found a weak spot, they attacked it. Both of them. One of my friends decided to turn me sideways so I laid across their laps, and pulled up my arms while the other one tickled me. I LAUGHED like I never thought I could again when tickled. Now, being bigger, stronger guys, the probes were almost always rough, which I found unpleasant, but it still worked and I still went ballistic.
At one point, one of them tickled my armpits, poking and probing, while the other one hugged my legs to his chest and tickled my feet! My feet naturally aren't that ticklish, but he hit some good spots on my toes and towards the middles as he stroked them. And previously, I had never been tickled in more than one place at the same time. In this case, the most ticklish area dominated my attention, to which i fought violently and not quite so valiantly, while the secondary sensation allowed slight jerks and pleasant wiggles and squirms.
In another attack, was a battle between my armpits and squeezes of my thighs. Both of which were roughly tickled, and very ticklish. The thighs, however, were not so brutally handled, therefore, the armpits won.
In a further attempt, the two lightly scribbled their fingers on the backs of my knees and thighs, which brought me to a delightful fluffy array of giggles. Until, of course, combined with the guffaws, hacks and cackles of my underarms.
Additional to these attacks came a pleasant 20 finger flutter around my bare stomach. The delicate thing fluttered like jello at each touch and I giggled, but happily didn't fight them away. Until the other attacked my underarms, and was sent into ballistics again.
So clearly my underarms took the most beating tonight. There was a point where they were the only things that were tickled. One of them crossed their arms under mine, and lifted them away from my body, while the other one tickled away at them, or it was enough to sneak their hands in there before I could fight my arms back down. And it got to the peak of ticklishness, especially in my left pit, where my laughter shot through the roof and swear could break glass.
My friends were not as ticklish as they once were in the past. Therefore, I had no chance. I even farted at one point in the mess of attacks. It was fun and terrifying all in one package. I'm way more ticklish than I thought I was. I'm not sure about how I'll feel about being tied up and tickled. But that one won't be until far in the future.
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