Tickled till I pee
This story is about male/male tickling, so if you’re not into that you’ve been warned. ;-)
This is the first time I’ve written anything about my fetish for being tickled and I was compelled to do so by a recent experience I had.
Just to give a little background, my name is Tom and I’m a 37 y/o white male from Chicago. I’ve had an interest in tickling for as long as I can remember. As a kid when I would see anything related to tickling in cartoons or comic books I would get a different kind of feeling where I knew that I liked it, but liked it in a different way. As I got older, I knew I had a fetish for tickling and my main interest was in tickling women or seeing women get tickled and I always wanted to be the tickler, not the ticklee. Then when I got to be in my mid-twenties my interest started to expand. When I would read tickling stories or watch tickling videos I began to picture myself as the ticklee and started to wonder what it would be like to be tickled intensely and to be made to laugh uncontrollably. And to my surprise, when I would fantasize about being tickled, I would fantasize about being tickled by a guy.
I was surprised to be interested in being tickled by a guy because I’m heterosexual and tickling has always carried a sexual charge for me. But whenever I thought about being tickled and being made to laugh I always thought about a guy doing it. There’s definitely something about it being a man that makes me break down and lose control that does it for me. So with that being said, after some time had passed and I became more comfortable with the idea of being tickled by a guy I began to look to meet with someone to try tickling.
I ended up chatting with a guy named Mark on a yahoo tickling group I had joined and we hit it off pretty well. Mark also lived in Chicago, was a couple years older than me, and he liked tickling guys and didn’t mind doing it in a non-overtly sexual way. After chatting for a couple weeks we met up at his apartment for some tickling. Mark ended up being a phenomenal tickler and his technique really made me laugh my ass off. I also found out that my armpits and feet are incredibly ticklish and that my stomach and ribs aren’t far behind.
Now to talk about the recent experience.
I met with Mark on a recent afternoon at a Starbucks down the street from his apartment. I’ve been getting together with Mark fairly regularly for the last couple years and sometimes we’ll get together for coffee before the tickling just to talk and bs. After a coffee and some conversation we headed to his apartment for the ticklish fun. Once inside we headed into the bedroom, where I undressed down to my boxer shorts. Mark has a large bed with a frame and he has restraints to tie me to the bed with. We had planned to play for an hour, with some short breaks and we had an established safe word that I could use if I really needed a break from the tickling. One thing we were going to try this time was some no safe word tickling. I had agreed that we could try it for the last 10 minutes and I would see if I could endure some intense tickling that I had absolutely no way of stopping.
I lay on Marks bed and he restrained me on my back with my arms out and my feet tied together. He didn’t waste any time in getting me going as he started to lightly tickle his way down my arms, starting at my wrists, using his fingers. This had me squirming and giggling, holding back my laughter some, but when he reached my armpits I couldn’t hold back any longer and broke into a steady stream of laughter. He then continued to tickle my pits with moderate intensity which kept me in hysterics.
After a bit Mark trailed one of his hands down to my ribs and I shrieked with a spike of laughter at the sensation of a different part of my body being tickled. My laughter grew as I now had the sensation of an armpit and ribs being tickled together.
After keeping that up for a couple minutes Mark gave me a break to catch my breath and then he began to tickle my ribs with both hands. I was so warmed up and sensitive that I immediately broke into hysterics as Marks fingers danced all around my ribs. He then began to alternately tickle my ribs and stomach and pay some special attention to my belly button. This had me laughing and squirming on the bed but the restraints did their job of keeping me helplessly exposed.
After several minutes of rib and stomach tickling Mark gave me another break before he began to tickle his way down my legs to my feet. Mark had me laughing as he tickled my thighs, knees, and behind my knees. He then tickled down my calves to my sensitive feet and when his fingers made contact with my soles I literally exploded with laughter. Mark is an expert foot tickler and he doesn’t miss an inch. He started off with my heels and tickled up the outer part of my sole. This already had me in a state of steady uncontrolled laughter. He then tickled across the balls of my feet and under my toes. Then he held my toes taught as he tickled the undersides and between them which kept me in absolute hysterics. After tickling my toes he moved to my most sensitive part, my arch, and the light fingernail technique he used on them really broke me and I had to use the safe word.
After getting a break we decided to try the 10 minutes of no safe word tickling. Mark then brought out one of his tools, the pinwheel, to use on me. He started at my feet this time and he began to run the pinwheel up and down my soles. This causes such an intense ticklish sensation that it’s almost unbearable. I began to laugh so hard that my body shook and pulled hard against the restraints. Mark worked the pinwheel over every inch of my feet, taking time to focus on my arches, and kept me in complete hysterics.
Mark then moved right to my armpits and used his fingers more intensely this time to make me howl with laughter. I bucked against the restraints and then Mark straddled my waist to keep me even more immobile.
It was when Mark straddled my waist, and the weight of his body was on me, that I really noticed the pressure that had built in my bladder. Mark continued to tickle my armpits and through my hysterical laughter I tried to tell him to stop, that he was going to make me pee. Mark paid no attention to my warning because it was the no safe word time and he thought I was just trying to find a different way to get him to stop. He actually upped the tickling intensity instead which kept me roaring with laughter.
That’s when it happened. At first I didn’t actually know I had started to pee. Through my hysterical laughter I couldn’t tell that Mark had made me lose all control. Then I felt the warm rush and could feel my boxers getting wet. I was able to tell Mark that I was peeing, at which time he stopped tickling me and moved off of my body, just to see the wet spot in my boxers grow and the piss run down the side of me and onto the comforter beneath.
Mark laughed at what happened and said that he had never made a guy piss himself before. He thought it was hot that he was able to make a guy lose all control of himself and really break him.
Mark then untied me and I went to his bathroom and cleaned up. As I washed myself I found I was also turned on by what had happened and I had an unbelievable hard on from it. I couldn’t believe how aroused I got by being tickled into pissing myself.
I got dressed and Mark and I parted ways. As I walked back down by Starbucks, where my car was parked, I was still incredibly aroused and my cock was still rock hard. Before going to my car I stopped back in Starbucks to use their bathroom to jack off. My balls were swollen and ready to shoot and it took me all of two seconds to cum from what had happened.
As I drove back to my house I knew that I want to write about this experience and that it was going to be the first thing I would share with the TMF community.
This story is about male/male tickling, so if you’re not into that you’ve been warned. ;-)
This is the first time I’ve written anything about my fetish for being tickled and I was compelled to do so by a recent experience I had.
Just to give a little background, my name is Tom and I’m a 37 y/o white male from Chicago. I’ve had an interest in tickling for as long as I can remember. As a kid when I would see anything related to tickling in cartoons or comic books I would get a different kind of feeling where I knew that I liked it, but liked it in a different way. As I got older, I knew I had a fetish for tickling and my main interest was in tickling women or seeing women get tickled and I always wanted to be the tickler, not the ticklee. Then when I got to be in my mid-twenties my interest started to expand. When I would read tickling stories or watch tickling videos I began to picture myself as the ticklee and started to wonder what it would be like to be tickled intensely and to be made to laugh uncontrollably. And to my surprise, when I would fantasize about being tickled, I would fantasize about being tickled by a guy.
I was surprised to be interested in being tickled by a guy because I’m heterosexual and tickling has always carried a sexual charge for me. But whenever I thought about being tickled and being made to laugh I always thought about a guy doing it. There’s definitely something about it being a man that makes me break down and lose control that does it for me. So with that being said, after some time had passed and I became more comfortable with the idea of being tickled by a guy I began to look to meet with someone to try tickling.
I ended up chatting with a guy named Mark on a yahoo tickling group I had joined and we hit it off pretty well. Mark also lived in Chicago, was a couple years older than me, and he liked tickling guys and didn’t mind doing it in a non-overtly sexual way. After chatting for a couple weeks we met up at his apartment for some tickling. Mark ended up being a phenomenal tickler and his technique really made me laugh my ass off. I also found out that my armpits and feet are incredibly ticklish and that my stomach and ribs aren’t far behind.
Now to talk about the recent experience.
I met with Mark on a recent afternoon at a Starbucks down the street from his apartment. I’ve been getting together with Mark fairly regularly for the last couple years and sometimes we’ll get together for coffee before the tickling just to talk and bs. After a coffee and some conversation we headed to his apartment for the ticklish fun. Once inside we headed into the bedroom, where I undressed down to my boxer shorts. Mark has a large bed with a frame and he has restraints to tie me to the bed with. We had planned to play for an hour, with some short breaks and we had an established safe word that I could use if I really needed a break from the tickling. One thing we were going to try this time was some no safe word tickling. I had agreed that we could try it for the last 10 minutes and I would see if I could endure some intense tickling that I had absolutely no way of stopping.
I lay on Marks bed and he restrained me on my back with my arms out and my feet tied together. He didn’t waste any time in getting me going as he started to lightly tickle his way down my arms, starting at my wrists, using his fingers. This had me squirming and giggling, holding back my laughter some, but when he reached my armpits I couldn’t hold back any longer and broke into a steady stream of laughter. He then continued to tickle my pits with moderate intensity which kept me in hysterics.
After a bit Mark trailed one of his hands down to my ribs and I shrieked with a spike of laughter at the sensation of a different part of my body being tickled. My laughter grew as I now had the sensation of an armpit and ribs being tickled together.
After keeping that up for a couple minutes Mark gave me a break to catch my breath and then he began to tickle my ribs with both hands. I was so warmed up and sensitive that I immediately broke into hysterics as Marks fingers danced all around my ribs. He then began to alternately tickle my ribs and stomach and pay some special attention to my belly button. This had me laughing and squirming on the bed but the restraints did their job of keeping me helplessly exposed.
After several minutes of rib and stomach tickling Mark gave me another break before he began to tickle his way down my legs to my feet. Mark had me laughing as he tickled my thighs, knees, and behind my knees. He then tickled down my calves to my sensitive feet and when his fingers made contact with my soles I literally exploded with laughter. Mark is an expert foot tickler and he doesn’t miss an inch. He started off with my heels and tickled up the outer part of my sole. This already had me in a state of steady uncontrolled laughter. He then tickled across the balls of my feet and under my toes. Then he held my toes taught as he tickled the undersides and between them which kept me in absolute hysterics. After tickling my toes he moved to my most sensitive part, my arch, and the light fingernail technique he used on them really broke me and I had to use the safe word.
After getting a break we decided to try the 10 minutes of no safe word tickling. Mark then brought out one of his tools, the pinwheel, to use on me. He started at my feet this time and he began to run the pinwheel up and down my soles. This causes such an intense ticklish sensation that it’s almost unbearable. I began to laugh so hard that my body shook and pulled hard against the restraints. Mark worked the pinwheel over every inch of my feet, taking time to focus on my arches, and kept me in complete hysterics.
Mark then moved right to my armpits and used his fingers more intensely this time to make me howl with laughter. I bucked against the restraints and then Mark straddled my waist to keep me even more immobile.
It was when Mark straddled my waist, and the weight of his body was on me, that I really noticed the pressure that had built in my bladder. Mark continued to tickle my armpits and through my hysterical laughter I tried to tell him to stop, that he was going to make me pee. Mark paid no attention to my warning because it was the no safe word time and he thought I was just trying to find a different way to get him to stop. He actually upped the tickling intensity instead which kept me roaring with laughter.
That’s when it happened. At first I didn’t actually know I had started to pee. Through my hysterical laughter I couldn’t tell that Mark had made me lose all control. Then I felt the warm rush and could feel my boxers getting wet. I was able to tell Mark that I was peeing, at which time he stopped tickling me and moved off of my body, just to see the wet spot in my boxers grow and the piss run down the side of me and onto the comforter beneath.
Mark laughed at what happened and said that he had never made a guy piss himself before. He thought it was hot that he was able to make a guy lose all control of himself and really break him.
Mark then untied me and I went to his bathroom and cleaned up. As I washed myself I found I was also turned on by what had happened and I had an unbelievable hard on from it. I couldn’t believe how aroused I got by being tickled into pissing myself.
I got dressed and Mark and I parted ways. As I walked back down by Starbucks, where my car was parked, I was still incredibly aroused and my cock was still rock hard. Before going to my car I stopped back in Starbucks to use their bathroom to jack off. My balls were swollen and ready to shoot and it took me all of two seconds to cum from what had happened.
As I drove back to my house I knew that I want to write about this experience and that it was going to be the first thing I would share with the TMF community.
