Tickling My Best Friend M/M
I visited my best friend at the beginning of this month. Usually we share reflexology each night while I’m visiting. To prepare, we use a foot bath, foot scrub, and a pumice stone. So the first night, he laid on his sofa with his freshly scrubbed smooth size 11 feet on the armrest, preparing to receive reflexology. I sat down at his feet and started to firmly massage his feet until he closed his eyes. Then I struck like a cobra. My nimble fingers began their assault on his extremely ticklish soles. On a scale of 1-10, he’s a 12 on his feet. I slowly scraped my index fingers along the center of his soles. His toes curled downed reflexively and his soles wrinkled. He actually loved the challenge to not laugh, but he cracked within 30 seconds. I pressed my attack to his rather lengthy toes. I tickled his toe pads with my thumb and index finger while my other hand kept them from curling down. I slowly moved the tickling down to the stem of his toes and he tried his hardest to clamp his toes down, but he couldn’t. That tickling sensation released a wave of laughter that he couldn’t stop. Next, I moved to the ball of his foot, and tickled a spot that I remembered from previously tickling him. The spot was the ball of the foot between the big toe and the second toe and another spot between the fourth toe and the pinky toe. My thumbs raked both spots quickly and his toes curled down as hard as they could, but that wouldn’t bring relief to the intense tickling. I moved on to the arch of his foot and it tickled more than any other spot so far. His other foot wiggled and kicked in reaction to the new sensation.
His breathing was now rather heavy and I figured I’d give him a momentary reprieve. I moved the tickling to the edges of his foot. He was still extremely ticklish on both sides of his feet and his toes wiggled up and down, but he was still catching his breath. I usually don’t tickle above the ankles with men, but I was comfortable enough with my best friend, so I began tickling his knees. At first touch, he retracted his knees toward his chest. His knees appeared to be even more ticklish than his feet. I moved up on the sofa and continued my assault on his knees. My hands cupped them, and my fingers tickled the side of his kneecaps. I of course wanted to see what his feet were doing at the moment and was pleasantly surprised to see his feet completely spazzing out. His toes were crossing, curling up and down, and his feet were arching. Considering how his knees were more ticklish than his feet I decided to move up yet again. I assaulted his sides through his shirt. Once again, his sides proved to be even more ticklish than both his feet and his knees. I’m not really that skilled at upper body tickling, but the laughing continued to pour out of his mouth. It was so bad that he decided to cover his face with a pillow to muffle the laughter. But I would later learn he did it for another reason as well.
His breathing was even heavier than before and I really had to give him an extended break. However, while doing so I lifted his shirt up to just above his belly button. He seemed really nervous as I did so, because only he knew how ticklish he was at this point and I would soon find out. My fingers barely scraped his belly and around his belly button, but the tickling was even more intense. He bucked on the couch and tried to turn over, but I grabbed him to make sure he couldn’t escape. I changed my tickling tactics and I poked his belly with my index finger. He giggled harder than ever before with each poke. Despite being tickled so hard he found a moment to speak to me and he timidly said, “Watch out for the lint in there.” Referring to his belly button, I decided that I was going to poke my finger in there and give him what he was asking for. His laughter quickly reached a new high. He had wished he didn’t goad me into tickling his belly button. I rotated my finger inside of his belly button and he was dying of laughter. I stopped tickling for a moment and just watched his belly rise and fall with each deep breath. I placed my fingers at a point where they would graze his belly whenever he took a deep breath. He felt the sensation but he needed air so bad that he couldn’t help but continue to take deep breaths that would result in more tickling.
I decided to raise the stakes again and I went for his armpits. The ticklish trend continued and he was even more ticklish. The laughter at this point was hilarious to me. With his head under the pillow, it sounded as if he was laughing like Yosemite Sam would speak. It was a constant stream each time my fingers dug into him. I figured I’d go back to what I do best, but with an additional effect. I grabbed the massage oil and covered his feet in it. His shiny, slippery feet were an excellent surface for my fingers to glide along. His feet were ten times as ticklish now and his body movement was more exaggerated than it ever been despite being tickled for about an hour at this point. My fingers quickly slid across his soles and found a wonderfully ticklish spot beneath his toes. I focused on his left foot and attacked the two spots on the balls of his feet again, but with greater effect this time. He scrunched his toes so much, his foot cramped up. I massaged his foot to relieve the sensation, but once his foot loosened up I began tickling again. I moved on to his even more ticklish right foot. One hand scraped the sole of his foot while the other scraped along the top. I focused on the tops of his toes which were more ticklish than I thought they would be. My fingers tickled both sides of his foot and his foot scrunched up more than it had ever done before. I attacked his arches one last time and felt his soft, smooth skin wriggle on my fingertips. I went in for the kill and attacked his toe stems while keeping his toes from curling down. My friend managed to get a few words out while I did so and he exhaustedly said, “Is there a safe word? If there is one I’d say it now.”
I stopped ticking him and gave him what he wished for. It had been an hour and a half of straight tickling. He could barely move and he was covered in sweat. I suggested he go take a shower and I’d give him reflexology when he was done. He did so and we talked while I massaged his feet. He said that he really enjoyed the tickling, but for a reason different than me. While I was tickling him and enjoying his laughter and response, he was imagining being captured and “consumed” by a large bee like insect who was trying to get honey off of him by using it’s mouth and feelers. As much as I wanted to tickle him by nibbling on his feet I didn’t do it because he had told me previously that a mouth means a lot to him sexually. That was a condition we discussed as part of my foot fetish, he’d be fine with casual foot play but wouldn’t want my mouth on his feet because he’s into vore and he’d feel uncomfortable because it’s a turn on for him and it’s just something best friends shouldn’t share. I couldn’t argue with that and I still had a great time tickling him and playing with his feet. He even let me take pictures and I got to tickle him three more times before my vacation was over.
Well this story needs a bit of a preface. I consider myself straight and don’t really have an attraction to men, besides their feet, since I do have a foot fetish too. My best friend is straight and about a year ago he sent me an email that included a link to Pawfeather Publishing. He told me he was considering illustrating for them. At that point I figured he had some clue about my tickling inclination and I had a feeling that he was a furry. I’m also a practicing reflexologist and when we were roommates I would give him reflexology and he wanted to learn how to do it as well. I loved to sneak in tickles on his feet while I was giving him reflexology. Since he now lives about half the country away from me, the next time that I visited him I confirmed his guess and he was really cool with it. I had only told him about the tickling fetish and not the foot one. Until last month, I came clean about having a foot fetish and yet again he was really cool about it. The first question he asked me was, “On a scale of 1 to 10, what do you think of my feet?” I gave him an honest answer and he was really flattered. He figured that since I told him about myself he’d come clean too. He told me about a few kinks he had, but none were tickling related. However he did say that he likes to be hunted and “consumed”, which he said could be in the form of tickling. At that point I figured that was why he didn’t have a problem with me tickling him. With all that known I can get onto the story.I visited my best friend at the beginning of this month. Usually we share reflexology each night while I’m visiting. To prepare, we use a foot bath, foot scrub, and a pumice stone. So the first night, he laid on his sofa with his freshly scrubbed smooth size 11 feet on the armrest, preparing to receive reflexology. I sat down at his feet and started to firmly massage his feet until he closed his eyes. Then I struck like a cobra. My nimble fingers began their assault on his extremely ticklish soles. On a scale of 1-10, he’s a 12 on his feet. I slowly scraped my index fingers along the center of his soles. His toes curled downed reflexively and his soles wrinkled. He actually loved the challenge to not laugh, but he cracked within 30 seconds. I pressed my attack to his rather lengthy toes. I tickled his toe pads with my thumb and index finger while my other hand kept them from curling down. I slowly moved the tickling down to the stem of his toes and he tried his hardest to clamp his toes down, but he couldn’t. That tickling sensation released a wave of laughter that he couldn’t stop. Next, I moved to the ball of his foot, and tickled a spot that I remembered from previously tickling him. The spot was the ball of the foot between the big toe and the second toe and another spot between the fourth toe and the pinky toe. My thumbs raked both spots quickly and his toes curled down as hard as they could, but that wouldn’t bring relief to the intense tickling. I moved on to the arch of his foot and it tickled more than any other spot so far. His other foot wiggled and kicked in reaction to the new sensation.
His breathing was now rather heavy and I figured I’d give him a momentary reprieve. I moved the tickling to the edges of his foot. He was still extremely ticklish on both sides of his feet and his toes wiggled up and down, but he was still catching his breath. I usually don’t tickle above the ankles with men, but I was comfortable enough with my best friend, so I began tickling his knees. At first touch, he retracted his knees toward his chest. His knees appeared to be even more ticklish than his feet. I moved up on the sofa and continued my assault on his knees. My hands cupped them, and my fingers tickled the side of his kneecaps. I of course wanted to see what his feet were doing at the moment and was pleasantly surprised to see his feet completely spazzing out. His toes were crossing, curling up and down, and his feet were arching. Considering how his knees were more ticklish than his feet I decided to move up yet again. I assaulted his sides through his shirt. Once again, his sides proved to be even more ticklish than both his feet and his knees. I’m not really that skilled at upper body tickling, but the laughing continued to pour out of his mouth. It was so bad that he decided to cover his face with a pillow to muffle the laughter. But I would later learn he did it for another reason as well.
His breathing was even heavier than before and I really had to give him an extended break. However, while doing so I lifted his shirt up to just above his belly button. He seemed really nervous as I did so, because only he knew how ticklish he was at this point and I would soon find out. My fingers barely scraped his belly and around his belly button, but the tickling was even more intense. He bucked on the couch and tried to turn over, but I grabbed him to make sure he couldn’t escape. I changed my tickling tactics and I poked his belly with my index finger. He giggled harder than ever before with each poke. Despite being tickled so hard he found a moment to speak to me and he timidly said, “Watch out for the lint in there.” Referring to his belly button, I decided that I was going to poke my finger in there and give him what he was asking for. His laughter quickly reached a new high. He had wished he didn’t goad me into tickling his belly button. I rotated my finger inside of his belly button and he was dying of laughter. I stopped tickling for a moment and just watched his belly rise and fall with each deep breath. I placed my fingers at a point where they would graze his belly whenever he took a deep breath. He felt the sensation but he needed air so bad that he couldn’t help but continue to take deep breaths that would result in more tickling.
I decided to raise the stakes again and I went for his armpits. The ticklish trend continued and he was even more ticklish. The laughter at this point was hilarious to me. With his head under the pillow, it sounded as if he was laughing like Yosemite Sam would speak. It was a constant stream each time my fingers dug into him. I figured I’d go back to what I do best, but with an additional effect. I grabbed the massage oil and covered his feet in it. His shiny, slippery feet were an excellent surface for my fingers to glide along. His feet were ten times as ticklish now and his body movement was more exaggerated than it ever been despite being tickled for about an hour at this point. My fingers quickly slid across his soles and found a wonderfully ticklish spot beneath his toes. I focused on his left foot and attacked the two spots on the balls of his feet again, but with greater effect this time. He scrunched his toes so much, his foot cramped up. I massaged his foot to relieve the sensation, but once his foot loosened up I began tickling again. I moved on to his even more ticklish right foot. One hand scraped the sole of his foot while the other scraped along the top. I focused on the tops of his toes which were more ticklish than I thought they would be. My fingers tickled both sides of his foot and his foot scrunched up more than it had ever done before. I attacked his arches one last time and felt his soft, smooth skin wriggle on my fingertips. I went in for the kill and attacked his toe stems while keeping his toes from curling down. My friend managed to get a few words out while I did so and he exhaustedly said, “Is there a safe word? If there is one I’d say it now.”
I stopped ticking him and gave him what he wished for. It had been an hour and a half of straight tickling. He could barely move and he was covered in sweat. I suggested he go take a shower and I’d give him reflexology when he was done. He did so and we talked while I massaged his feet. He said that he really enjoyed the tickling, but for a reason different than me. While I was tickling him and enjoying his laughter and response, he was imagining being captured and “consumed” by a large bee like insect who was trying to get honey off of him by using it’s mouth and feelers. As much as I wanted to tickle him by nibbling on his feet I didn’t do it because he had told me previously that a mouth means a lot to him sexually. That was a condition we discussed as part of my foot fetish, he’d be fine with casual foot play but wouldn’t want my mouth on his feet because he’s into vore and he’d feel uncomfortable because it’s a turn on for him and it’s just something best friends shouldn’t share. I couldn’t argue with that and I still had a great time tickling him and playing with his feet. He even let me take pictures and I got to tickle him three more times before my vacation was over.
