Here’s a little story I wrote. In case anyone is interested a narrated this story with occasionally added laughter on my OnlyFans. Just in case you love audio books and hearing the T word said out loud as much as I do.
Would love some feedback on my writing as well.
https://onlyfans.com/thetickleswitchuk
*****
The mornings had started to get lighter and the light battled with the curtains trying to pierce its way through, but it wasn’t the light that had awoken Johnny.
He has been stirred by a tingling sensation on his shoulder blade. He wasn’t in pain, in fact it felt quite pleasant, but it wasn’t a sensation he was used to. Despite the feeling being alien to him, it did not panic him, in fact it felt quite nice and he realised he was enjoying it.
Johnny has been in a relationship for the last 6 months. Zack was a handsome man, short dark brown hair, a chiseled jaw, beautiful blue eyes. It’s a cliche, but Johnny really felt like he had met his prince charming. They had connected quickly, meeting through a mutual friend at a birthday party. The old fashioned way, they’d say when people asked how they met.
Due to work commitments and other adult admin, Johnny and Zack had been forced to take things slower than they would like. Zack was beautiful, but shy and reserved and Johnny was friendly and had a heart of gold, but because of it, feared he would come on too strong and scare Zack away. So whilst they had been quite open about their hobbies and interests in their day to day life, when it came to their interests in the bedroom, they had both remained quiet.
That was until about a week ago. Zack had come over to Johnny’s apartment for an at home date night, they were going to order pizza, have a few drinks, put on some music and dance around the living room. When Zack arrived, Johnny handed him the remote, he had youtube open. They played a silly game, if you can call it that, called YouTube Roulette. Johnny had started this game at University, each person gets to queue up a song to the playlist so everyone gets to hear a song to their taste throughout the evening.
“You get us started” Johnny said “I’ll go make the drinks and grab some snacks”.
And Zack did as he was told, he opened up the YouTube app and went to the search bar. He saw everything he expected from Johnny’s searches, Lady Gaga, Madonna, Eurovision. He really wasn’t doing the gays any favours with his predictable taste in music. But then something else caught his attention, right at the bottom of the list, almost pushed out of view by newer searches was an unexpected phrase, “men tickled”. Zack was no idiot, so he’d very quickly come to a conclusion on what was going on here, but he didn’t know what to do about the information. He’d scrolled down and hovered over the phrase for just a moment taking it all in.
His thoughts were interrupted. “Shit” Johnny cried under his breath. “I thought I’d hidden that”. Zack wasn’t sure what to say, so he just said “it’s ok”. And he realised as he said it, that it was. Johnny has a thing for tickling, that’s new, he thought. But his thoughts then started to think if it was something he could enjoy with him.
“Honestly, it’s nothing you need to worry about or think about. I’ll enjoy it privately. It doesn’t have to be a part of us” Johnny said. Zack could see he was panicking and he needed to say something to stop him spirling.
“Johnny, calm down. This isn’t a big deal. It’s new to me, but I’m not put off by it”
“You’re not?” Johnny seemed relieved.
“No, I don’t know how I feel about it though, I mean, I’m quite ticklish and I really find being tickled unpleasant, but…” He was interrupted.
“I don’t want to tickle you” Johnny said “at least, it’s more about me being tickled”.
“Oh” Zack was struggling for words again.
Johnny filled the silence. “Can we please not focus on this tonight. I don’t want it to be weird”.
Zack didn’t think it would be weird, but also wasn’t sure how to move forward right at the moment. He sometimes needed to sit and think on things. So he did the only thing he could think of in that situation. “Shania Twain?” he asked as he started to type ‘Don’t Be Stupid’ into the YouTube search bar, and it was forgotten as they danced the night away.
But it wasn’t forgotten, Johnny spent the next week stressed that Zack would leave him because he was a weirdo and Zack spent the whole week thinking about how to make Johnny not feel like a weirdo, but neither addressed it to the other.
Zack had, however, came up with a plan.
And that’s how Johnny found himself with a tingling sensation on his arm that morning. When Zack came over to stay for the night, he had a few extra things packed unbeknownst to Johnny. He put them in his overnight bag and stored it under what had become his side of the bed.
He always woke before Johnny, so he knew he could put his plan into motion before Johnny even knew what was happening.
When he woke, he swiftly pulled his bag from under the bed and retrieved the bag of feathers from front pocket. He’d gathered an array of feathers throughout the week. He started looking in a local craft store then chickened out of buying them face to face. He saw a big fluffy feather duster in a department store, but again, he got cold feet and couldn’t bring himself to buy it.
So he turned to Amazon and the next day 3 packets of feathers arrived. The first a collection of small, colourful, stiff feathers for crafting. The second was a single long, thin feather, which looked as if it has been freshly plucked from a pheasant and the last was a bag of big fluffy ostrich feathers which had been dyed purple, which perhaps intrigued Zach the most, he wasn’t sure why though, they just spoke to him.
Johnny was asleep on his side, as he most often was, back to Zack. This helped Zack get started without disturbing Johnny. He started to retrieve one of the feathers from the first pack, the small, stiff crafting feathers. The bag crinkled and he kept mummering curse words to himself worried the sound would alert Johnny. He was able to successfully retrieve the feather without waking him.
“Ok, he we go” he syked himself up as the feather made contact with Johnny’s shoulder. He didn’t really know what he was doing. He realised as he started to twirl the feather around in circles he should have done some research, watched some videos, joined a forum, something. But he was going blindly into it.
Johnny’s eyes opened almost immediately. He tried to roll over onto his back, but Zack stopped him.
“Don’t move, relax” and Johnny did as he was told.
“What are you doing?” Johnny asked. In response the feather made it’s way down his bicep. The sensation sent a shiver down Johnny’s spine. It tickled, but not in an uncontrollable rolling around laughing hysterically way, in a sensual, relaxing way. He liked it.
The feather made its way back up to his shoulder and across the back of his neck. The elicited a giggle from Johnny. It excited him. Much to Zack’s surprise it excited him to. The feather then made its way down Johnny’s spine, he wiggled and let out little gasps of air in between hushed laughter. Zack found the sound incredibly erotic. He found himself using the free hand he had been resting on to reach out for the side of Johnny’s stomach and ever so gently he let his fingers dance across his skin.
In response, Johnny rolled onto his back, his laughter pouring out of him.
“You’re tickling me” he said looking into Zack’s eyes.
“Only because you want me to” Zack replied as he planted a kiss on Johnny’s lips.
Johnny slept naked and Zack could see by the way he lay that he was fully erect. Instinct kicked in and Zack started to clumsy fumble with the bag with the fluffy feathers in. Johnny smiled when he saw them, both because they excited him and because there was something cute about the way Zack was nervous and excited at the same time.
Once retrieved, Zack held two of the feathers in his hand, he lowered them to Johnny’s dick and started to stroke them ever so delicately up and down his shaft. “Oh my god” was all he called out and his hips started to thrust back and forth with glee.
Zack was curious what other reactions he could get from Johnny, so then he stroked the feathers over his balls, more gaps, down his legs, a big sigh and then across the tops of his feet, one feather on each. Johnny bit his lip. He liked being tickled everywhere and he knew a feather on his dick felt amazing, but he loved his feet being tickled more than anything else. His thought was interrupted as he felt the feathers start at the top of his sole and then make their way down to his heel. He let out a sound that was somewhere between a giggle and a moan, interjected with regular calls of “oh my god”. He reached for his dick and began to play, but just as he did he felt his hand being whacked with a feather.
“Not yet” Zack commanded, and he obeyed. Zack’s expression had changed, gone was the nervous first timer and instead he had been replaced with a devilish tickler. He, in dramatic fashion, dropped both of the feathers, they lay delicately next to Johnny's feet. Slowly he lowered his hands so his fingers were pressed against each foot.
“No, I’m not ready” Johnny said.
“Too bad” Zack teased as he began to scribble away at the soles of Johnny's feet. Johnny howled. In seconds he had folded himself up into the fetal position. Zack realized that to keep him stationary he would have to have to wrap one arm around his legs and tickle with the other hand which he did, pulling Johnny's feet back towards him before going to town. He tickled them like an expert and Johnny couldn’t believe what was happening, he laughed a full belly laugh as the tickling sensation shot through him. His erect dick jumping about in ecstacy, he wanted to be tickled non stop, but was quickly running out of stamina.
Then just as he was about to tap out, a change. A pleasant, yet still incredibly tickly change. The feathers were back in Zack’s hands and he was sawing them between Johnny's toes. Johnny began to moan again. It was too much as they went in and out of his toes, swirling on that sensitive patch of skin between the toes and the balls of his feet. Up and down they went tickling lightly, but driving him crazy all the same.
“Go on, you can grab it” Zack instructed and he wasted no time, grabbing his dick and jerking in time with the feather between his toes. Occasionally Zack would sneak in a quick tickle with his fingers causing Johnny to let out a sharp laugh, but within a couple of minutes the feathers' constant tickling brought Johnny to a silent climax. He let out a big sigh.
“That was incredible” he panted.
Zack lay beside him and kissed his forehead. “I didn’t even get to use everything,” he frowned.
“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for that, something tells me you got a taste for it and you want more”.
“I want so much more” smiled Zack giving one final tickle to his ribs before there day began,
Would love some feedback on my writing as well.
https://onlyfans.com/thetickleswitchuk
*****
The mornings had started to get lighter and the light battled with the curtains trying to pierce its way through, but it wasn’t the light that had awoken Johnny.
He has been stirred by a tingling sensation on his shoulder blade. He wasn’t in pain, in fact it felt quite pleasant, but it wasn’t a sensation he was used to. Despite the feeling being alien to him, it did not panic him, in fact it felt quite nice and he realised he was enjoying it.
Johnny has been in a relationship for the last 6 months. Zack was a handsome man, short dark brown hair, a chiseled jaw, beautiful blue eyes. It’s a cliche, but Johnny really felt like he had met his prince charming. They had connected quickly, meeting through a mutual friend at a birthday party. The old fashioned way, they’d say when people asked how they met.
Due to work commitments and other adult admin, Johnny and Zack had been forced to take things slower than they would like. Zack was beautiful, but shy and reserved and Johnny was friendly and had a heart of gold, but because of it, feared he would come on too strong and scare Zack away. So whilst they had been quite open about their hobbies and interests in their day to day life, when it came to their interests in the bedroom, they had both remained quiet.
That was until about a week ago. Zack had come over to Johnny’s apartment for an at home date night, they were going to order pizza, have a few drinks, put on some music and dance around the living room. When Zack arrived, Johnny handed him the remote, he had youtube open. They played a silly game, if you can call it that, called YouTube Roulette. Johnny had started this game at University, each person gets to queue up a song to the playlist so everyone gets to hear a song to their taste throughout the evening.
“You get us started” Johnny said “I’ll go make the drinks and grab some snacks”.
And Zack did as he was told, he opened up the YouTube app and went to the search bar. He saw everything he expected from Johnny’s searches, Lady Gaga, Madonna, Eurovision. He really wasn’t doing the gays any favours with his predictable taste in music. But then something else caught his attention, right at the bottom of the list, almost pushed out of view by newer searches was an unexpected phrase, “men tickled”. Zack was no idiot, so he’d very quickly come to a conclusion on what was going on here, but he didn’t know what to do about the information. He’d scrolled down and hovered over the phrase for just a moment taking it all in.
His thoughts were interrupted. “Shit” Johnny cried under his breath. “I thought I’d hidden that”. Zack wasn’t sure what to say, so he just said “it’s ok”. And he realised as he said it, that it was. Johnny has a thing for tickling, that’s new, he thought. But his thoughts then started to think if it was something he could enjoy with him.
“Honestly, it’s nothing you need to worry about or think about. I’ll enjoy it privately. It doesn’t have to be a part of us” Johnny said. Zack could see he was panicking and he needed to say something to stop him spirling.
“Johnny, calm down. This isn’t a big deal. It’s new to me, but I’m not put off by it”
“You’re not?” Johnny seemed relieved.
“No, I don’t know how I feel about it though, I mean, I’m quite ticklish and I really find being tickled unpleasant, but…” He was interrupted.
“I don’t want to tickle you” Johnny said “at least, it’s more about me being tickled”.
“Oh” Zack was struggling for words again.
Johnny filled the silence. “Can we please not focus on this tonight. I don’t want it to be weird”.
Zack didn’t think it would be weird, but also wasn’t sure how to move forward right at the moment. He sometimes needed to sit and think on things. So he did the only thing he could think of in that situation. “Shania Twain?” he asked as he started to type ‘Don’t Be Stupid’ into the YouTube search bar, and it was forgotten as they danced the night away.
But it wasn’t forgotten, Johnny spent the next week stressed that Zack would leave him because he was a weirdo and Zack spent the whole week thinking about how to make Johnny not feel like a weirdo, but neither addressed it to the other.
Zack had, however, came up with a plan.
And that’s how Johnny found himself with a tingling sensation on his arm that morning. When Zack came over to stay for the night, he had a few extra things packed unbeknownst to Johnny. He put them in his overnight bag and stored it under what had become his side of the bed.
He always woke before Johnny, so he knew he could put his plan into motion before Johnny even knew what was happening.
When he woke, he swiftly pulled his bag from under the bed and retrieved the bag of feathers from front pocket. He’d gathered an array of feathers throughout the week. He started looking in a local craft store then chickened out of buying them face to face. He saw a big fluffy feather duster in a department store, but again, he got cold feet and couldn’t bring himself to buy it.
So he turned to Amazon and the next day 3 packets of feathers arrived. The first a collection of small, colourful, stiff feathers for crafting. The second was a single long, thin feather, which looked as if it has been freshly plucked from a pheasant and the last was a bag of big fluffy ostrich feathers which had been dyed purple, which perhaps intrigued Zach the most, he wasn’t sure why though, they just spoke to him.
Johnny was asleep on his side, as he most often was, back to Zack. This helped Zack get started without disturbing Johnny. He started to retrieve one of the feathers from the first pack, the small, stiff crafting feathers. The bag crinkled and he kept mummering curse words to himself worried the sound would alert Johnny. He was able to successfully retrieve the feather without waking him.
“Ok, he we go” he syked himself up as the feather made contact with Johnny’s shoulder. He didn’t really know what he was doing. He realised as he started to twirl the feather around in circles he should have done some research, watched some videos, joined a forum, something. But he was going blindly into it.
Johnny’s eyes opened almost immediately. He tried to roll over onto his back, but Zack stopped him.
“Don’t move, relax” and Johnny did as he was told.
“What are you doing?” Johnny asked. In response the feather made it’s way down his bicep. The sensation sent a shiver down Johnny’s spine. It tickled, but not in an uncontrollable rolling around laughing hysterically way, in a sensual, relaxing way. He liked it.
The feather made its way back up to his shoulder and across the back of his neck. The elicited a giggle from Johnny. It excited him. Much to Zack’s surprise it excited him to. The feather then made its way down Johnny’s spine, he wiggled and let out little gasps of air in between hushed laughter. Zack found the sound incredibly erotic. He found himself using the free hand he had been resting on to reach out for the side of Johnny’s stomach and ever so gently he let his fingers dance across his skin.
In response, Johnny rolled onto his back, his laughter pouring out of him.
“You’re tickling me” he said looking into Zack’s eyes.
“Only because you want me to” Zack replied as he planted a kiss on Johnny’s lips.
Johnny slept naked and Zack could see by the way he lay that he was fully erect. Instinct kicked in and Zack started to clumsy fumble with the bag with the fluffy feathers in. Johnny smiled when he saw them, both because they excited him and because there was something cute about the way Zack was nervous and excited at the same time.
Once retrieved, Zack held two of the feathers in his hand, he lowered them to Johnny’s dick and started to stroke them ever so delicately up and down his shaft. “Oh my god” was all he called out and his hips started to thrust back and forth with glee.
Zack was curious what other reactions he could get from Johnny, so then he stroked the feathers over his balls, more gaps, down his legs, a big sigh and then across the tops of his feet, one feather on each. Johnny bit his lip. He liked being tickled everywhere and he knew a feather on his dick felt amazing, but he loved his feet being tickled more than anything else. His thought was interrupted as he felt the feathers start at the top of his sole and then make their way down to his heel. He let out a sound that was somewhere between a giggle and a moan, interjected with regular calls of “oh my god”. He reached for his dick and began to play, but just as he did he felt his hand being whacked with a feather.
“Not yet” Zack commanded, and he obeyed. Zack’s expression had changed, gone was the nervous first timer and instead he had been replaced with a devilish tickler. He, in dramatic fashion, dropped both of the feathers, they lay delicately next to Johnny's feet. Slowly he lowered his hands so his fingers were pressed against each foot.
“No, I’m not ready” Johnny said.
“Too bad” Zack teased as he began to scribble away at the soles of Johnny's feet. Johnny howled. In seconds he had folded himself up into the fetal position. Zack realized that to keep him stationary he would have to have to wrap one arm around his legs and tickle with the other hand which he did, pulling Johnny's feet back towards him before going to town. He tickled them like an expert and Johnny couldn’t believe what was happening, he laughed a full belly laugh as the tickling sensation shot through him. His erect dick jumping about in ecstacy, he wanted to be tickled non stop, but was quickly running out of stamina.
Then just as he was about to tap out, a change. A pleasant, yet still incredibly tickly change. The feathers were back in Zack’s hands and he was sawing them between Johnny's toes. Johnny began to moan again. It was too much as they went in and out of his toes, swirling on that sensitive patch of skin between the toes and the balls of his feet. Up and down they went tickling lightly, but driving him crazy all the same.
“Go on, you can grab it” Zack instructed and he wasted no time, grabbing his dick and jerking in time with the feather between his toes. Occasionally Zack would sneak in a quick tickle with his fingers causing Johnny to let out a sharp laugh, but within a couple of minutes the feathers' constant tickling brought Johnny to a silent climax. He let out a big sigh.
“That was incredible” he panted.
Zack lay beside him and kissed his forehead. “I didn’t even get to use everything,” he frowned.
“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for that, something tells me you got a taste for it and you want more”.
“I want so much more” smiled Zack giving one final tickle to his ribs before there day began,
