It was raining. Pouring in fact. Andat lunch me and my guy friend cuddled under the roofed lunch tables to keep each other warm. I was laying on him, my back against him, and his arms embrassed my neck and shoulders. He then randomly decides to give me a little tickle on my tummy. I jumped in his arms a little and smiled. We've gone through this several times in our friendship, and now it's just a fun little game we play every day.
I reached back behind me to gently claw at his side. He giggled a little, but as he was wearing a thick enough jacket, it didn't really do much. I stopped and reached behind me, following his arm to dig into the side of his underarm. This I know he can't take. He starts to squirm and laugh his regular goofy laugh. His friend was just staring at him funny. "Heehahahaheeheha! Sheheeh's tickling meeheehee!" he tries to explain. And he walks away. I stopped, and he grabs my wrists back down into folded arms. "Ha! I got your wrists." he says softly, "what are ya gonna do now?"
I give a little smile as I reach one hand down to his thigh just above his knee, and I start to squeeze it. "Oh! OHO-NIAH-haha-hahahahaha!" he wiggled and made into broken laughter, still embracing me. After a while, I went softer in my touch. He had rather big thighs, and me, small hands, so I grew a bit tired anyway. He sighed. "OOH-hohoo! that tickles. ahh, but it feels good too." and he rested his head on my shoulder, his warm, soft hair brushing my ears. I keep massaging his thigh, as we pass pokes back and forth.
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A couple days ago, we were at camp, praying together. We listened to music, and calmed ourselves down. It was night, and cold, and I had rested my head on his shoulder and leaned on him to keep myself warm. I was drifting off to sleep when he nudged me and poked my side to wake me up. I jerked at his finger and he poked me again. I reached under my arm (trying to keep us unnoticeable as possible, and started to tickle his left side. He jerked and started to wiggle, shaking, his face tensed and his smile grew trying to keep quiet. Hisses came from his toothed grin, eyes sealed. "Not now!" he whispered suddenly. I smiled and stopped and leaned back on him. "I almost started to laugh out loud" he told me afterward.
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we were on the bus coming back from a trip up in the mountains. He was feeling a little sick from the high altitudes coming down. He said it was his stomach. I told him to try rubbing it a little. He did, still a bit tired from the trip. He clutched a pillow to also calm his stomach. I snuck my hand under and started to rub it for him. He sighed and started to relax. As I rubbed it, I noticed my had go over a gaping hole, probably the size of a 50 cent piece (an exaggeration, it could be smaller) which was his belly button. I laughed at it a little. "You have a really big bellybutton" I stated, stroking the middle of it with my finger. He giggled a soft "heeheehee!" and then groaned at his stomach ache again. I teased his stomach with more tickles, stroking and clawing softly with my long nails. He didn't seem to mind, nor did he laugh. He only sighed, with a small smile, "my stomach is feeling a little better." I continued to rub it until we both fell asleep, my head on his shoulder, hand still on his stomach, and his cheek on my head for the rest of the ride home. In the middle, I had awoken slightly, and found that our hands had fallen at our side, and he had taken it into a clasp under his pillow.
I really think he likes me. I wish I could tell you guys more about him. I think I like him too, but I'm just not sure what to do about it.
I reached back behind me to gently claw at his side. He giggled a little, but as he was wearing a thick enough jacket, it didn't really do much. I stopped and reached behind me, following his arm to dig into the side of his underarm. This I know he can't take. He starts to squirm and laugh his regular goofy laugh. His friend was just staring at him funny. "Heehahahaheeheha! Sheheeh's tickling meeheehee!" he tries to explain. And he walks away. I stopped, and he grabs my wrists back down into folded arms. "Ha! I got your wrists." he says softly, "what are ya gonna do now?"
I give a little smile as I reach one hand down to his thigh just above his knee, and I start to squeeze it. "Oh! OHO-NIAH-haha-hahahahaha!" he wiggled and made into broken laughter, still embracing me. After a while, I went softer in my touch. He had rather big thighs, and me, small hands, so I grew a bit tired anyway. He sighed. "OOH-hohoo! that tickles. ahh, but it feels good too." and he rested his head on my shoulder, his warm, soft hair brushing my ears. I keep massaging his thigh, as we pass pokes back and forth.
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A couple days ago, we were at camp, praying together. We listened to music, and calmed ourselves down. It was night, and cold, and I had rested my head on his shoulder and leaned on him to keep myself warm. I was drifting off to sleep when he nudged me and poked my side to wake me up. I jerked at his finger and he poked me again. I reached under my arm (trying to keep us unnoticeable as possible, and started to tickle his left side. He jerked and started to wiggle, shaking, his face tensed and his smile grew trying to keep quiet. Hisses came from his toothed grin, eyes sealed. "Not now!" he whispered suddenly. I smiled and stopped and leaned back on him. "I almost started to laugh out loud" he told me afterward.
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we were on the bus coming back from a trip up in the mountains. He was feeling a little sick from the high altitudes coming down. He said it was his stomach. I told him to try rubbing it a little. He did, still a bit tired from the trip. He clutched a pillow to also calm his stomach. I snuck my hand under and started to rub it for him. He sighed and started to relax. As I rubbed it, I noticed my had go over a gaping hole, probably the size of a 50 cent piece (an exaggeration, it could be smaller) which was his belly button. I laughed at it a little. "You have a really big bellybutton" I stated, stroking the middle of it with my finger. He giggled a soft "heeheehee!" and then groaned at his stomach ache again. I teased his stomach with more tickles, stroking and clawing softly with my long nails. He didn't seem to mind, nor did he laugh. He only sighed, with a small smile, "my stomach is feeling a little better." I continued to rub it until we both fell asleep, my head on his shoulder, hand still on his stomach, and his cheek on my head for the rest of the ride home. In the middle, I had awoken slightly, and found that our hands had fallen at our side, and he had taken it into a clasp under his pillow.
I really think he likes me. I wish I could tell you guys more about him. I think I like him too, but I'm just not sure what to do about it.
