thethingof
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Tickling Game 2 M/M
So a while ago I posted an entry here about a tickling game I've played with my friend for years. Well, I saw him again the other day and much to my joy, we played it again.
If you read my last post, you know the drill. We play Halo or some video game and how ever many times he kills me, he gets tickled for that many seconds. Yesterday wasn't an amazing day, he only killed me 48 times, which is comparatively low to other days. Again, he's only ticklish on his stomach (incredibly) and his feet (averagely) so I wasted no time on his feet yesterday, and went straight for the stomach.
I sat behind him and he put his hands behind his head. He started counting out loud, as I began slllloooowwwwwlllyyyy tracing one finger around his stomach. I could hear him quiver already. "One, tw-o-o-o, thre-e-e, fo-o-u-u-r..."
I starting using more fingers and his whole body began twitching, as his laughing increased too. He was rocking back and forth trying to block it out, but no luck. I dug my fingers in a bit harder, causing him to jump and laugh even more. "N-i-i-i-inete-e-e-e-n, twe-e-e-enty". I peered round and his face was fully scrunched up, eyes closed. I suddenly gave him burst of proper tickling; I scribbled all my fingers all over his stomach and his arms came crashing down to his sides and he fell backwards into me, laughing. I decided to keep this up.
For the last twenty seconds he was thrashing around in front of me, almost screaming with laughter. In all of this, his shirt began riding up so I occasionally slipped my finger onto his bare skin, to even more heightened laughter. His face was bright red and his laughter was silent by now, still with ten seconds to go. He flailed his arms and thrashed around before me, with all ten of my fingers rapidly scribbling around his sensitive stomach. He'd stopped counting by now.
With around five seconds left, he almost fell off the chair, so I grabbed him and pulled him up, causing his shirt to get stuck on the chair, exposing his stomach and abs fully. I dug in even harder and tickled even faster on his bare abdomen and he laughed so loud I thought the house would collapse. After those five seconds were up, I let go and he dropped to the floor. He was still laughing and out of breath when he sat back on the chair, but he turned and looked at me. "You. You. Are. Evil.". I knew I was, but it was only 48 seconds, I had to make them count, right?
So a while ago I posted an entry here about a tickling game I've played with my friend for years. Well, I saw him again the other day and much to my joy, we played it again.
If you read my last post, you know the drill. We play Halo or some video game and how ever many times he kills me, he gets tickled for that many seconds. Yesterday wasn't an amazing day, he only killed me 48 times, which is comparatively low to other days. Again, he's only ticklish on his stomach (incredibly) and his feet (averagely) so I wasted no time on his feet yesterday, and went straight for the stomach.
I sat behind him and he put his hands behind his head. He started counting out loud, as I began slllloooowwwwwlllyyyy tracing one finger around his stomach. I could hear him quiver already. "One, tw-o-o-o, thre-e-e, fo-o-u-u-r..."
I starting using more fingers and his whole body began twitching, as his laughing increased too. He was rocking back and forth trying to block it out, but no luck. I dug my fingers in a bit harder, causing him to jump and laugh even more. "N-i-i-i-inete-e-e-e-n, twe-e-e-enty". I peered round and his face was fully scrunched up, eyes closed. I suddenly gave him burst of proper tickling; I scribbled all my fingers all over his stomach and his arms came crashing down to his sides and he fell backwards into me, laughing. I decided to keep this up.
For the last twenty seconds he was thrashing around in front of me, almost screaming with laughter. In all of this, his shirt began riding up so I occasionally slipped my finger onto his bare skin, to even more heightened laughter. His face was bright red and his laughter was silent by now, still with ten seconds to go. He flailed his arms and thrashed around before me, with all ten of my fingers rapidly scribbling around his sensitive stomach. He'd stopped counting by now.
With around five seconds left, he almost fell off the chair, so I grabbed him and pulled him up, causing his shirt to get stuck on the chair, exposing his stomach and abs fully. I dug in even harder and tickled even faster on his bare abdomen and he laughed so loud I thought the house would collapse. After those five seconds were up, I let go and he dropped to the floor. He was still laughing and out of breath when he sat back on the chair, but he turned and looked at me. "You. You. Are. Evil.". I knew I was, but it was only 48 seconds, I had to make them count, right?
