HappySwitch
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(I'll try to imaginative not to be boring, here's part 2 of my story)
The first experience with my gay ler was quite amazing I must confess... still, the feeling of shame I had after the first session, which was basically after I came, a repetition of what he did to me in the first place : tickling all over my body, especially on my nylon clad soles, edging, forced orgasms and cock sucking, all of this to ''test'' my straightness... I went home that night to my wife who had for sure many questions to where I was, what I did, etc.... I tried to hide what I did and lie for maybe an hour, and she was not convinced at all, so I finally managed to tel her.... She was so angry she asked me to leave in the middle of the night.... I was helpless and didn't know what to do, this relation was the only one I had since practically forever. So I was in the car leaning toward going to a motel when a little voice in my head starting speaking way too loud ''text him.... text him....'' like a crazy mantra. I didn't battle that long with my inner self and send this text to my gay ler : I was kicked out of my place, need one to crash at least for tonight, can I come?... the answer didn't take that long to come : Yeah, sure, you can ''come'' if you want. I'll wait.
So I went back to his place, and knock at the door. He answered right away, naked... I was a little bit shy, like if someone, in the middle of the dark night, would se me enter a place welcomed by a naked guy. I entered and he asked me to join him again in his dungeon, and invited me to just sit on the side of the bed, and tell me what happened. I told him everything, that I had finally told my wife about my tickling and nylon kink and that I was with you tonight and explained everything you did to me... She was in fact not really happy... He listened to me whine and complain for what seemed an eternity, without judging and with a really good listening approach. When I was finished, nearly crying, he asked : Want to laugh a bit to let all this out ? I look at him, he was smiling with envy, and agreed....
This time around, he said that he wanted to make this maybe more pleasurable for me and he went to his closet. He came back with a sheer black nylon suit. He said : Put that on, but beware, this is quite thin, don't break it. I proceeded to put on the nylon suit, the feeling of just having it on my skin was amazing, I could feel the air on my body, but also the smooth fabric on my skin. I was quite eager and nervous of what the tickling would feel in that.
I than went back to the ''torture bed'' and he started to restrain me again, legs spread and arms above the head. He look at his work, amused, and said : Let's start again, shall whe ? I didn't wait for my answer and went right away to my feet again with his skilled fingers, to this day, I can't still manage to understand why just fingers, no tools, could be so efficient. The right amount of touch, the change of pace, everything was in place from him to send me into tickling madness. It was yet again a strange mixed feeling of goodness, arousing feeling and pain as minutes went by with him tickling me without mercy. I didn't use my safe word yet again, but i was near using it, gasping for air when he seemed to understand I needed a break. I was all in sweat, but quite happy. He could also tell by my cock, once again hard as possible, pouncing through the nylon suit.
He look at me, and also my hard on and said : Ok, I think we have a little bit of an hint about your ''straight'' questioning.... Want me to give you some release ? I answered YES with maybe to much passion... He started laughing and said : well, sure, but not already.... you need to be tormented a little bit more since you like it so much.... I didn't really know if I wanted more tickling or some kind of release, but I didn't have the time to think that long that he was already tickling my side, going to my nipples, back to the sides, my belly (I hated that and I'm sure he noticed it.... I was in trouble surely for that in the future) and my arm pits, all of these I didn't thought would be ticklish like my feet, but with the nylon suit on, everything seemed to be more intense and sensitive.
I was laughing so hard while he was tickling me that I didn't really hear that someone had enter the dungeon. He stopped my torment and look at her. Although I hadn't all my mind, I could see that she was a gorgeous petite, red hair, with a sheer black blouse, navy blue stockings and no skirt.... As soon as she was near enough, I understand quite fast that she was in fact a trans women, her bulge quite prominent in her stockings. My gay ler said : This is Maggie, my good friend. She is as much into tickling and edging as me and I thought it would be fun to ''test your straightness'' with her too. I was speechless and when I was about to say something, she was already sitting on my legs. She was so petite and thin that it wasn't that much uncomfortable to have her sitting on my legs. The rest is nebulous in my head as I recall it for you, but my ler started again to tickle me all over.... Starting from the top, arms, side and nipples again, he than went back to my feet..... My worst spot, and he knew it..... I was laughing and laughing, searching for air.... Her friend than started to give me a hand job over the nylon suit, rubbing my cock really hard.... The mixed feeling of the nylon tickling and her hands on me was so amazing... She edged me without mercy, never letting me cum, like she knew what rhythm to keep so I couldn't cum... It went on for what seemed an eternity, my ler giving me some break to catch my breath... As I said my safe word because I didn't really wanted to continue, I was exhausted and all I wanted was to cum hard at this point, he looked at me and her a friend and said : This is the time to tell him that I lied... I don't respect safe word... It was like a code between her and him it seemed because as soon as he said that, she proceeded to rub my cock harder, going to my balls too, and made me cum so hard in the nylon soon, my cum was all over the fabric...
My ler than said : Here we go now, you didn't agree for that but what will you do, all tied down there, giving up yourself to two gay ler... Let the tickling torture fun begin....
The first experience with my gay ler was quite amazing I must confess... still, the feeling of shame I had after the first session, which was basically after I came, a repetition of what he did to me in the first place : tickling all over my body, especially on my nylon clad soles, edging, forced orgasms and cock sucking, all of this to ''test'' my straightness... I went home that night to my wife who had for sure many questions to where I was, what I did, etc.... I tried to hide what I did and lie for maybe an hour, and she was not convinced at all, so I finally managed to tel her.... She was so angry she asked me to leave in the middle of the night.... I was helpless and didn't know what to do, this relation was the only one I had since practically forever. So I was in the car leaning toward going to a motel when a little voice in my head starting speaking way too loud ''text him.... text him....'' like a crazy mantra. I didn't battle that long with my inner self and send this text to my gay ler : I was kicked out of my place, need one to crash at least for tonight, can I come?... the answer didn't take that long to come : Yeah, sure, you can ''come'' if you want. I'll wait.
So I went back to his place, and knock at the door. He answered right away, naked... I was a little bit shy, like if someone, in the middle of the dark night, would se me enter a place welcomed by a naked guy. I entered and he asked me to join him again in his dungeon, and invited me to just sit on the side of the bed, and tell me what happened. I told him everything, that I had finally told my wife about my tickling and nylon kink and that I was with you tonight and explained everything you did to me... She was in fact not really happy... He listened to me whine and complain for what seemed an eternity, without judging and with a really good listening approach. When I was finished, nearly crying, he asked : Want to laugh a bit to let all this out ? I look at him, he was smiling with envy, and agreed....
This time around, he said that he wanted to make this maybe more pleasurable for me and he went to his closet. He came back with a sheer black nylon suit. He said : Put that on, but beware, this is quite thin, don't break it. I proceeded to put on the nylon suit, the feeling of just having it on my skin was amazing, I could feel the air on my body, but also the smooth fabric on my skin. I was quite eager and nervous of what the tickling would feel in that.
I than went back to the ''torture bed'' and he started to restrain me again, legs spread and arms above the head. He look at his work, amused, and said : Let's start again, shall whe ? I didn't wait for my answer and went right away to my feet again with his skilled fingers, to this day, I can't still manage to understand why just fingers, no tools, could be so efficient. The right amount of touch, the change of pace, everything was in place from him to send me into tickling madness. It was yet again a strange mixed feeling of goodness, arousing feeling and pain as minutes went by with him tickling me without mercy. I didn't use my safe word yet again, but i was near using it, gasping for air when he seemed to understand I needed a break. I was all in sweat, but quite happy. He could also tell by my cock, once again hard as possible, pouncing through the nylon suit.
He look at me, and also my hard on and said : Ok, I think we have a little bit of an hint about your ''straight'' questioning.... Want me to give you some release ? I answered YES with maybe to much passion... He started laughing and said : well, sure, but not already.... you need to be tormented a little bit more since you like it so much.... I didn't really know if I wanted more tickling or some kind of release, but I didn't have the time to think that long that he was already tickling my side, going to my nipples, back to the sides, my belly (I hated that and I'm sure he noticed it.... I was in trouble surely for that in the future) and my arm pits, all of these I didn't thought would be ticklish like my feet, but with the nylon suit on, everything seemed to be more intense and sensitive.
I was laughing so hard while he was tickling me that I didn't really hear that someone had enter the dungeon. He stopped my torment and look at her. Although I hadn't all my mind, I could see that she was a gorgeous petite, red hair, with a sheer black blouse, navy blue stockings and no skirt.... As soon as she was near enough, I understand quite fast that she was in fact a trans women, her bulge quite prominent in her stockings. My gay ler said : This is Maggie, my good friend. She is as much into tickling and edging as me and I thought it would be fun to ''test your straightness'' with her too. I was speechless and when I was about to say something, she was already sitting on my legs. She was so petite and thin that it wasn't that much uncomfortable to have her sitting on my legs. The rest is nebulous in my head as I recall it for you, but my ler started again to tickle me all over.... Starting from the top, arms, side and nipples again, he than went back to my feet..... My worst spot, and he knew it..... I was laughing and laughing, searching for air.... Her friend than started to give me a hand job over the nylon suit, rubbing my cock really hard.... The mixed feeling of the nylon tickling and her hands on me was so amazing... She edged me without mercy, never letting me cum, like she knew what rhythm to keep so I couldn't cum... It went on for what seemed an eternity, my ler giving me some break to catch my breath... As I said my safe word because I didn't really wanted to continue, I was exhausted and all I wanted was to cum hard at this point, he looked at me and her a friend and said : This is the time to tell him that I lied... I don't respect safe word... It was like a code between her and him it seemed because as soon as he said that, she proceeded to rub my cock harder, going to my balls too, and made me cum so hard in the nylon soon, my cum was all over the fabric...
My ler than said : Here we go now, you didn't agree for that but what will you do, all tied down there, giving up yourself to two gay ler... Let the tickling torture fun begin....
