Virgins. Everyone has a fascination with them. Fresh meat so to speak. Who doesn't love to be someones first? That goes for tickle virgins too. You might think that I get to tickle a lot since I produce videos - and you'd be right - but there's a difference between tickling for business and tickling for pleasure. When I am producing a video, there's no question that I enjoy what I'm doing, but I still have to keep an eye on the lights, camera and action. I always have two hand the ticklee and another on the camera. So I enjoy those moments when there are no cameras and I just focus on the guy. One such guy is the one I met this week.
I placed an ad on a popular M4M web site looking for some private tickling fun. You know how that goes. Even in a place like NYC. the replies to ads for tickling can be few and far between. I'd pretty much forgotten that I placed the ad, until a reply came in from a guy I'll just call "M".
M told me in his reply that he was married but had this long time fantasy about getting tickled by a guy. He'd never been with a guy before, in any capacity. He provide me with all of his stats; late twenties, dark hair and eyes, good build, etc. But he couldn't trade a pic out of the need for discretion. I don't know about you, but I'm usually against the idea of meeting someone sight unseen. I'd rather avoid that awkward at the door when one or the other realizes that its not a "match". But M seemed very, very into the idea of meeting and our emails back and forth were very, very hot. I figured why not give it a shot. I am happy to report that I was pleasantly surprised when I answered the door.
M had mentioned in one of his emails that he was from out of town; although he didn't mention where he was from. As soon as he spoke I knew he was a southern boy. i have this habit of sizing people up when up when I meet them; trying to figure out who they are based on what I'm presented with. He was wearing old, Timberland work boots, a pair of well worn jeans - the kind that are worn enough that you can tell he always puts his wallet in his right, rear pocket. He was wearing a concert tee shirt from an old school country/rock band under his heavy, hooded flannel jacket. I immediately noticed that he had half sleeve tattoos on both arms consisting of thorns and crosses flames. When we shook hands I cold feel that his hands were rough skinned. For all I know he could have been an accountant, but I immediately flashed to this picture in my head of him baling hay on some 10 acre horse farm.
It wasn't long before M began to undress for our play date. I asked him to stop. I figured, this was his first time, and getting there is half the fun, so I wanted to throw some anticipation into the mix. I tied him down fully dressed, boots and all. I placed a chair at his feet and sat down. The moment I grabbed his boot he jumped. I took my time unlacing each one before I pulled them off. His stretched his feet and curled his toes as each boot was removed. I noticed a hole in one of his socks. It was perfectly positioned at the base of his big toe and second toe. I stuck my finger into the hole and began to wiggle it under his toes. He giggled at first, starting breathing heavily and then burst into laughter. Between spurts of laughter he said "Oh shit, no, shit... no!" I tickled the socks off each foot. I pulled each sock down the ankle and over the heel and tickled the bare heel along with the socked toes. I moved the sock further and tickled the exposed arches; still wiggling my fingers on the sock covered balls of his feet. He kicked his legs and laughed. He laughed the whole time with a deep laugh that still had some boyish quality to it.
Once he was barefoot, I placed one had at each foot, starting at the toes, tickling under them and down to the balls of his feet. I dragged my fingertips down to his high arches, to his heels and back up again. He tried to get a full sentence out now and again, but it was always cut off by his uncontrolled hysterics. I moved to his upper body and pulled his shirt up just enough to show his lower abs and belly button. I dangled my fingers just above the waist line of his jeans and moved them from side to side. He sucked in his stomach and squirmed from side to side before I even made contact. When I finally touched down and used just two fingers to tickle his lower abs, belly button and then lower sides he bucked and thrust on the table. Of course I started to tease him. Each time my fingers moved I asked "ticklish here?" and "how about here?" His answers, through his laughter, were always "shit, YES!" and "fuck, YES!" As I yanked his shirt further up I found another large tattoo that ran across his pecs and ended just below each armpit. I traced the tat with my fingers and joked that it was like a tickling road map. When I finally got to his armpits I lightly stroked the hair. He was breathing so heavily as I teased that he blew my hair out of my eyes. I stroked a little harder... harder... harder... until my fingers poked, stroked and tickled his hyper ticklish pits. We had agreed on a safe word and he used it as I tickled his pits. But each time he used it I tickled a little more and said "louder. I can't hear you."
He was clearly excited as I opened his pants and pulled down his boxers. You know when someone is soooo excited that "it" jumps and moves all on it own? I didn't waste any time with teasing. I wiggled my fingers lightly across his pubic area, his hip pointers, his ball sack and under his balls. He laughed so hard at some points that he went silent. He was laughing and rocking so hard that I had to move the table against the wall for support.
I started to move from place to to place, asking which was his most ticklish spot. I moved from feet to sides to abs to pits to balls and it was his pubic are/hip pointers that sent him over the edge. I have this wonderful little paint brush that perfect for tickling "it". I grabbed his cock and began to run the soft bristles around the head and up and down the front of the tip. It was the perfect combination of laughter and moaning. For a minute, I couldn't tell if he was feeling guilty or in full on fantasy mode. As the brush moved around the head and the tip, between giggling and laughter and he said, a few times, "this shouldn't feel so good; I'm straight, I'm married." I had to test the waters. I used my upper forearm to hold his cock flat against his body; which left my fingers placed midway between his hip pointers and pubic area. As I tickled, I dragged the tip of the brush up and down the front tip of his cock. I launched into the teasing questions.
"You're a ticklish boy, aren't you?"
"YES!"
"You like being tied down, don't you?"
"YES!"
"You hate that another guy can make you laugh so hard and feel so good, but you love that you hate it, don't you"?
"Fuck YES!"
With that, and nothing more than a tiny brush on the tip of his dick, and his groin being tickled, he exploded over his head. Of course, I tickled him more.
We chatted as i watched him clean up and get dressed. He was still visibly excited all the while. I walked him to the door and before he went outside he adjusted himself, still clearly boned up. I closed the door and took a few steps and then the doorbell rang. I turned back, thinking that he must have forgotten something. I opened the door to find him still adjusting his hard on. He said "I want to tickle you." I let him back inside.
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I placed an ad on a popular M4M web site looking for some private tickling fun. You know how that goes. Even in a place like NYC. the replies to ads for tickling can be few and far between. I'd pretty much forgotten that I placed the ad, until a reply came in from a guy I'll just call "M".
M told me in his reply that he was married but had this long time fantasy about getting tickled by a guy. He'd never been with a guy before, in any capacity. He provide me with all of his stats; late twenties, dark hair and eyes, good build, etc. But he couldn't trade a pic out of the need for discretion. I don't know about you, but I'm usually against the idea of meeting someone sight unseen. I'd rather avoid that awkward at the door when one or the other realizes that its not a "match". But M seemed very, very into the idea of meeting and our emails back and forth were very, very hot. I figured why not give it a shot. I am happy to report that I was pleasantly surprised when I answered the door.
M had mentioned in one of his emails that he was from out of town; although he didn't mention where he was from. As soon as he spoke I knew he was a southern boy. i have this habit of sizing people up when up when I meet them; trying to figure out who they are based on what I'm presented with. He was wearing old, Timberland work boots, a pair of well worn jeans - the kind that are worn enough that you can tell he always puts his wallet in his right, rear pocket. He was wearing a concert tee shirt from an old school country/rock band under his heavy, hooded flannel jacket. I immediately noticed that he had half sleeve tattoos on both arms consisting of thorns and crosses flames. When we shook hands I cold feel that his hands were rough skinned. For all I know he could have been an accountant, but I immediately flashed to this picture in my head of him baling hay on some 10 acre horse farm.
It wasn't long before M began to undress for our play date. I asked him to stop. I figured, this was his first time, and getting there is half the fun, so I wanted to throw some anticipation into the mix. I tied him down fully dressed, boots and all. I placed a chair at his feet and sat down. The moment I grabbed his boot he jumped. I took my time unlacing each one before I pulled them off. His stretched his feet and curled his toes as each boot was removed. I noticed a hole in one of his socks. It was perfectly positioned at the base of his big toe and second toe. I stuck my finger into the hole and began to wiggle it under his toes. He giggled at first, starting breathing heavily and then burst into laughter. Between spurts of laughter he said "Oh shit, no, shit... no!" I tickled the socks off each foot. I pulled each sock down the ankle and over the heel and tickled the bare heel along with the socked toes. I moved the sock further and tickled the exposed arches; still wiggling my fingers on the sock covered balls of his feet. He kicked his legs and laughed. He laughed the whole time with a deep laugh that still had some boyish quality to it.
Once he was barefoot, I placed one had at each foot, starting at the toes, tickling under them and down to the balls of his feet. I dragged my fingertips down to his high arches, to his heels and back up again. He tried to get a full sentence out now and again, but it was always cut off by his uncontrolled hysterics. I moved to his upper body and pulled his shirt up just enough to show his lower abs and belly button. I dangled my fingers just above the waist line of his jeans and moved them from side to side. He sucked in his stomach and squirmed from side to side before I even made contact. When I finally touched down and used just two fingers to tickle his lower abs, belly button and then lower sides he bucked and thrust on the table. Of course I started to tease him. Each time my fingers moved I asked "ticklish here?" and "how about here?" His answers, through his laughter, were always "shit, YES!" and "fuck, YES!" As I yanked his shirt further up I found another large tattoo that ran across his pecs and ended just below each armpit. I traced the tat with my fingers and joked that it was like a tickling road map. When I finally got to his armpits I lightly stroked the hair. He was breathing so heavily as I teased that he blew my hair out of my eyes. I stroked a little harder... harder... harder... until my fingers poked, stroked and tickled his hyper ticklish pits. We had agreed on a safe word and he used it as I tickled his pits. But each time he used it I tickled a little more and said "louder. I can't hear you."
He was clearly excited as I opened his pants and pulled down his boxers. You know when someone is soooo excited that "it" jumps and moves all on it own? I didn't waste any time with teasing. I wiggled my fingers lightly across his pubic area, his hip pointers, his ball sack and under his balls. He laughed so hard at some points that he went silent. He was laughing and rocking so hard that I had to move the table against the wall for support.
I started to move from place to to place, asking which was his most ticklish spot. I moved from feet to sides to abs to pits to balls and it was his pubic are/hip pointers that sent him over the edge. I have this wonderful little paint brush that perfect for tickling "it". I grabbed his cock and began to run the soft bristles around the head and up and down the front of the tip. It was the perfect combination of laughter and moaning. For a minute, I couldn't tell if he was feeling guilty or in full on fantasy mode. As the brush moved around the head and the tip, between giggling and laughter and he said, a few times, "this shouldn't feel so good; I'm straight, I'm married." I had to test the waters. I used my upper forearm to hold his cock flat against his body; which left my fingers placed midway between his hip pointers and pubic area. As I tickled, I dragged the tip of the brush up and down the front tip of his cock. I launched into the teasing questions.
"You're a ticklish boy, aren't you?"
"YES!"
"You like being tied down, don't you?"
"YES!"
"You hate that another guy can make you laugh so hard and feel so good, but you love that you hate it, don't you"?
"Fuck YES!"
With that, and nothing more than a tiny brush on the tip of his dick, and his groin being tickled, he exploded over his head. Of course, I tickled him more.
We chatted as i watched him clean up and get dressed. He was still visibly excited all the while. I walked him to the door and before he went outside he adjusted himself, still clearly boned up. I closed the door and took a few steps and then the doorbell rang. I turned back, thinking that he must have forgotten something. I opened the door to find him still adjusting his hard on. He said "I want to tickle you." I let him back inside.
Part 2 Coming Soon
