Tickle Minion

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Story Index

Back in 2020 I started this blog for something to do during COVID lock down. Originally I was just adding little captions to pictures, and that grew to writing longer stories (some with pictures, some without). I figured it might be a good idea to make a little listing of them for easy access without having to go through my archive. I am excluding most of my earlier very short captions because they are short and bad.

So here we are, story listings:

Paying a Ticklish Debt (Tickling, dubious consent, bondage) SFW

Ticklish Foot Art (tickling, drawing on feet) SFW

True Tickling Tale: Too Much Whiskey (Tickling, Drinking) SFW

Wrong Number 2: A Ticklish Trap (Tickling, Kidnapping) - SFW

True Tickling Story: NYE On the Kitchen Floor (Tickling) - SFW

Danny Tickled on the Roof (socks, foot worship, tickling) - NSFW

Scott Becomes a Foot Slut (Foot Worship, Socks, Foot Sniffing, Jerking Off) - NSFW

Scott Becomes a Foot Slut part 2 (Foot Worship, Tickling, Foot Sniffing, Socks, Foot Job) - NSFW

The Neighbour's Son (Foot Worship, Bondage, Tickling, Jerking Off) - NSFW

Happy Pride Travis (Foot sniffing, Foot Worship, Sandals) - NSFW

So You Really Like Feet (Foot Job) - NSFW

Break and Enter and Tickle and Kidnap (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap, Milking) - NSFW

Tickle Torturing the Shoplifter (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap-ish) - SFW

Roadside Trouble (Tickling, Socks) - SFW

Henry: The Ticklish Prize (Tickling, Socks, Bondage, Kidnap-ish) - SFW

Shawn's First Time Tickled (Tickling, Bondage) - SFW

Jack is Invited to Dinner (Tickling, Bondage, Milking) - NSFW

Master Ricky Gets His (Tickling, Foot Worship, Bondage, Kidnap) - NSFW

Casey's Ticklish Test (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - NSFW

A Dog, A Kidnapping, and a Kink (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap, orgasms) - NSFW

Crime and Punishment Tickling (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Hole in the Socks, Toes in the Mouth (Socks, Foot Worship) - Mostly SFW

Tied and Tickled Boyfriend (Tickling, Bondage) - SFW

Alternative Ways to Pay Rent (Foot Worship, Foot Job) - NSFW

Ex-Gym Buddy (Foot Worship) - NSFW

Revenge Tickling (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Pay Per View (Foot Worship) - SFW

A Ticklish Christmas Gift (Tickling, Bondage) - SFW

His Sister's Boyfriend (Foot Worship) - NSFW

Beach Feet Tickling (Tickling, Bondage) - Semi NSFW

Taken in the Park (Foot Worship, Kidnap) - SFW

Wrong Number (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Ticklish Christmas Morning (Tickling, Foot Worship) - SFW

Ticklish Farmhand (Tickling) - SFW

Step Brother's Sleepy Feet (Foot Worship) - Mildly NSFW

Snatching the Yoga Teacher (Foot Worship, Bondage, Kidnap, Foot Job) - NSFW

Birthday Kidnapping (Tickling, Socks, Kidnap) - SFW

Getting in the Mood (Tickling, Foot Worship) - Mild NSFW

The Photos Shoot (Tickling) - SFW

Rival Dealers (Foot Worship, Foot Sniffing, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Barefoot in the Club (Tickling, Foot Worship) - SFW-ish

After the Christmas Party (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Tied Up in the Basement (Tickling, Foot Worship, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

New Video Game (Foot Worship) - SFW

Birthday Present (Foot Worship, Bondage, Foot Job) - NSFW

Bathtub Scrub (Tickling) - SFW

Home Invasion (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Foot Hustler (Foot Worship) - SFW

Brad's AirBnB Trouble (Tickling, Foot Worship, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Perks of Tutoring (Talk of Tickling and foot worship) - SFW

Perks of Tutoring 2 (Foot Worship, Foot Job) - NSFW

How Dave Got Into the Frat (Foot Worship) - NSFWish

Out of Uniform (Tickling) - SFW

To Catch a Surfer (Foot Worship, Foot Sniffing, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Working from Home (Tickling, Foot Worship, Foot Job) - NSFW

Yard Work and Dad Feet (Foot Worship, Foot Job) - NSFW

After Party Guest (Foot Worship) - SFW

Cardassian Interrogation Techniques (Tickling, Bondage) - SFW

Rich Boy Tickled (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

Weirdest Party Ever (Tickling, Bondage, Foot Job, Kidnap) - NSFW

Jake's Bully (Tickling, Bondage, Kidnap) - SFW

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Thank You

This isn't a kink post, no one is getting kidnapped and tickled, so feel free to disregard.

TyckleWyrm had some very major heart surgery today. It was an 8 hour procedure that felt far, far longer. We knew it was coming, but it didn't make the day any easier. About an hour ago I got the call from his surgeon that everything went fine and he's recovering in the ICU as I type this.

I want to say thank you to @noonejustr

He spent a good part of today chatting with me and keeping me company while I was waiting for surgery updates. He let me tease him about his hair, stress over TW, and basically go bananas.

He's a really good egg.

You should let him tickle you.

So, yeah, thanks R. One of the most stand up guys in the tickle community.

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Oh also it was raining in St John's all day and my shoes and socks got soaked. Anyone want to help me dry and warm my feet?

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Even on vacation, I can't escape tickling. Spotted in St John's Newfoundland.

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On vacation. New story in the works for when I'm back home. Until then, I'm a wild man living in the woods.

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So this is apparently a thing? Like a real game you can buy for your Switch? Talk about a niche market.

And no, I will not be buying it. Maybe for a few bucks I would give it a go for shits and giggles, but $25 for what is most probably AI slop? No thank you!

That said, if you play it, let me know how it is 👀👀👀

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Happy Pride Month Tumblr!

Remember:

Be Gay

Do Crime

Kink belongs at Pride

[noonejustr]

People who like tickling are especially fun to tickle!

….y-yeah, thats all I got ;)

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Ain't that the truth ;)

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Writing on feet is hot, and these feet are some of my favourite I've ever played with. I spent lots of time tickling them, chewing on them, tying them up, and much much more ;)

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You know, it's kinda funny but I have an electric toothbrush for tickling, but use a regular old manual one for my teeth.

Priorities.

BTW, these feet belonged to a super cute British guy who came to stay with us for a few days. When he wasn't tied down and tickled in the dungeon, he was off exploring Toronto with Tyckle Wyrm and I.

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Just a little Converse strip tease.

[silverlers]

no no… you don’t understand…

I want to suffer…

I want to be made to scream and safeword over and over.

I want my worst spots torturously exploited while I’m too immobilized to react.

I want my mouth taped so that I can’t even beg properly despite the tears running down my face.

I want my brain broken from tickle torture…

…and I want to be forced to accept my fate as your personal ticklish toy…

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common goal

first time reading a romance novel and i got to admit, it's really good !! i started with book four and still haven't seen the TV series but Common Goal is a great stand alone story 🔥

Sam Saltlick

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The entire Game Changers series is worth reading if you like gay romance novels. Even if you know nothing about hockey (which I don't) these are great books. Highly recommended! Heated Rivalry, Role model, and The Long Game are the favourites.

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Happy April 25th to all who celebrate.

Yes I know this is a fetish blog, but I can post what I like!

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I've been trying for 2 days to upload a tickle video and tumblr just keeps... Not.

Tumblr, get your shit together.

Unless this is the universe saying no one wants to see my feet get tickled by a pair of guys.

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Ticklish Foot Art

Working on a much longer and sort of evil story, so I wanted to take a few minutes to write a silly little piece of fluff. Nothing much going on here but one buddy trying to distract his video game playing friend with some foot art. Completely SFW and no one even gets kidnapped. What's up with that?

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“Common guy, I want to leave.  We were supposed to be downtown like an hour ago, and we’re still here sitting in your shitty room while you play your shitty game.  Can we just go already?”

“Calm your tits down.  I’m a streak here, and if I get another couple head shots I’ll get the achievement.  Just wait a few minutes.”

Dale had been waiting for his friend George for more than ‘a few minutes’.  The two had plans to meet up with some friends downtown, and as the minutes ticked by, they were getting later and later.

Dale’s phone made a chirping sound and he checked his notifications.

“Alright, look, Jenny says they’re all already down there and they are waiting on us.  They want to know how far away we are.  What should I tell them?”

George rolled his eyes but kept his focus on the game.

“Tell them we’re just leaving now and we’ll see them soon.”

“So, are we leaving now then?”

“In a few fucking minutes, Jesus.”

This was getting insane.  George was a great guy, but when he got sucked into a game, he really got sucked into a game.  There was virtually no way to distract him or pull him out of it.

“Alright, look, I hate to do it man, but I’m just going to turn the damned thing off so we can get going.”

“Like hell you are.  If you do, we’ll have a pretty big problem.”

“Alright, fine.  In that case, I’m going to distract the shit out of you until you either get your stupid ass achievement, or you die and we leave.”

Without looking away from the screen, George just rolled his eyes again and smirked.

“Good fucking luck.  I’m locked in, man, nothing you can do could bring me out of it.”

“That sounds like a challenge, dude.”

“You damn right it’s a challenge.  I can beat this and beat you at the same time, no question.”

Dale knew he had to take this cocky punk down a peg, but he wasn’t entirely sure how.  He looked at George sitting there, legs stretched out, focused entirely on the game.  Surely there was something Dale could do?

Eyes sliding down George’s body, Dale’s vision came to rest on George’s bare foot.  George couldn’t see, but a smirk slowly spread across.

“Say George.  You wouldn’t be ticklish, would you?”

“Mmhm.  Yeah, sure, who isn’t?” George replied, barely paying attention.

Dale scooted across the floor so he was right at George’s bare foot.  He reached up with an outstretched finger and scratched the very centre of George’s foot.  The foot twitched, the toes curled, and George peeled his eyes away from the screen just long enough to throw Dale a dark look.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing at all, go back to your game.  I can’t distract you at all, remember?”

George grumbled and returned to shooting aliens.

That’s when Dale got an idea.  A great idea.  Standing up, Dale walked over to George’s desk and started rooting around for something.  The entire desktop was covered in things, from loose coins, scraps of paper and wrappers, empty vape cartridges, and junk Dale didn’t even recognise.  He scrounged, and then found what he was looking for: a black sharpie.

Dale settled himself back down on the floor, sharpie happily in hand.  He pulled off the cap and gave the marker a sniff.

“God I hate that smell.  Still, I bet it will be an improvement over your natural scent, don’t you think?”

“Mmhmm, yeah,” George muttered.

George wasn’t paying any attention, so Dale figured it was time to strike.  He brought the marker to the ball of George’s foot and started drawing a circle.  His movements were slow and steady as he pressed the tip of the marker into the skin, but Dale got the reaction he was hoping for.  George squeaked and pulled his foot back.

“Hey!  What the hell, man?  Are you drawing on my feet?!”

“Damn right I am,” Dale said, grabbing George’s ankle and pulling the foot back into place, “And I’m going to keep working on my master piece until you either give up or you fuck up, and then we can finally leave.”

George, a little less focused now than he was before, grumbled and turned his eyes back to his game.  He wasn’t as confident as he was before though, so he kept flicking his gaze back over to his friend, the market, and his own bare foot.

Not wanting George to pull back this time, Dale grabbed hold of his friend’s ankle and held it tightly in place.  

“Let’s see, what to do now…”

Considering George was playing a space alien shooter, Dale decided to make his artwork space themed.  Keeping a firm grip on George’s ankle, Dale brought the marker back and started doing a loop around his circle.  He went over the shape again and again with the tip of the black marker, getting the line nice and thick.

“Sh-sh-shiit… hee hee..  Fuuck!  Why-y-y can’t you just fu-u-uck off!” George groaned between giggles.

“You want me to stop?  Hang up your controller, space cowboy, and let’s finally go and meet up with everyone else!”

“I swear, hee hee… damn… just… just another few haa haa… min-minutes!”

“Then I guess I'll just keep going.”

Dale had what passed as a planet drawn, now to draw the stars.  With quick little movements he dabbed the very tip of the market again and again on George’s sole, leaving little dots.  Lots of little dots.  George cursed and twitched his foot while Dale made little freckles on the bottom of his foot.  Dale grinned and kept up at it, seeing as how he was breaking George’s concentration.  His friend was now giggling nonstop, cursing occasionally, but was a good boy and kept his foot right in place.  If Dale didn’t know any better, he’d think that George might be enjoying this a little bit.

With the stars done, Dale took a moment to inspect his canvas.  George’s foot was smooth, warm, and male in the centre, just begging for further art.  

“Well, it can’t be outer space without an alien, can it?”

Figuring the centre of the foot must be the most ticklish part of the foot, Dale went to work drawing a little figure.  Everything he knew about tickling he knew from cartoons and movies, but his guess paid off.  As soon as he started drawing his little alien on George’s sole, the foot kicked and George started laughing.

“Hey!  HEY!  CUT TH-TH-THAT SHIIIIT OUT!  HAAA HAA FUCK DUDE!  C-O-OMMON!”

Dale did not cut that shit out.  He kept going.  He held the ankle down and kept working on drawing a little alien.  It wasn’t the greatest artist, but that wasn’t really the point.  While he originally started this because he wanted to distract George, he was now sort of enjoying himself.  It felt a little bit like playing a game when they were younger.  He loved the sounds of his friend’s laughter and giggled curses.  

“WAIT!  WAAAIT STOOOP!  HAA HAA GOD DAMN IT I-I-I”M CLOOOOSE!  OOooOooNE MOOORE!”

George kept killing aliens in his game, his controller slipping a bit in a what were slowly becoming sweaty palms.  His leg was vibrating as Dale went about finishing up the little alien holding a flag.  Now he was just doing some texture on the heel and that seemed to be driving George crazy.

“ONE MORE!  ONE! MOOOORE!  HAA HAA FUUUCK!”

With that, George got his final kill and the screen announced his achievement.  He dropped the control on the ground and pulled his foot back away from Dale.  Both boys just sat there for a few minutes while George worked to catch his breath from laughing and concentrating on trying not to laugh.  Placing his foot on his knee, he turned his sole up to see what exactly Dale had drawn.

“Shit dude, I didn’t think you’d really do it.  You draw all over my foot.”

“I did.  And I would do it again.  Here, let me see again!”

Dale grabbed George’s ankle and stretched his leg back out.  Pulling his phone from his pocket he took a few quick pictures of his work.

“You better not send that shit to anyone.  Honestly, I swear.”

“Fine, I’ll keep your secret.  But… you have to wear your flip flops out today.  See if anyone notices!”

George groaned and got up from his seat, heading to his closet to find his sandals.

“Fine.  And I’m really ready to go now, so let everyone know we’re on the way.”

Dale let his friends know they were finally on the way.  He also shared the picture he just took.  He watched as his friends replied with laughing emoji and hearts.  And then Jenny said, 

“Bring the marker with you, maybe we’ll do the other foot for keeping us waiting so long.”

With a grin, Dale quietly sneaked the marker into his pocket.

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True Tickling Tale: Too Much Whiskey

Back when I first moved to Toronto, I got on all the usual socials to try and find fellow gays and foot/tickle guys.  I was still newly out, so I was shy and slow to reach out to people, but one guy (we’ll call him Matt) seemed to share most of my interests.  He was into feet and tickling, he was nerdy, he was my age, and he lived in the area.  We chatted for a while, and one day decided to meet up.

We met up at a local pub and it was kind of awkward.  At the time my notification sound on my phone was a Pokemon sound (I forget what exactly), and when it went off we both checked out phones.  Little did we realise we were both huge Pokemon nerds, and that cleared any awkwardness away.  We got along great after that, though we made much better friends than we did tickle/foot playmates.

Now, he had a friend that lived back in my original hometown that he introduced me to.  We’ll call him Scott.  Scott and Matt were friends from back in their raver days, so they got up to all sorts of mischief together.  Matt also told me that he and Scott got up to the occasional bit of foot fun when they were under the influence of … things.  They would just lounge around and Matt would tickle Scott’s feet.  Needless to say, they had an interesting friend dynamic, especially considering Scott is straight (as far as I know).

About a year after I moved back to my home city and bought a house, Matt made the trek out to visit Tyckle Wyrm and I.  Matt hadn’t seen Scott in some time, so he came over one night to see us.  There was drinking.  A lot of drinking.  We stayed up late talking shit, and eventually TW and I toddled off to bed and left Matt and Scott on the couch.

The next morning, I came back downstairs to find Matt and Scott asleep on the couch together.  They looked exactly how they were the night before, and were even in the same positions they’d been in when I had headed off to bed.  The only difference was that Scott’s black socks were discarded and laying on the floor.  Slowly everyone woke up and I made a joke about Scott dressing down for bed by taking off his socks.  He said that they’d taken them off because Matt had been tickling him all night after TW and I went to bed.  I knew they got up to stuff occasionally, but I had heard this all from Matt.  Having Scott say it so matter of fact out of nowhere was a little surprising.  Matt just laughed and said, “Yeah, we have a pretty interesting friendship”.

After Matt’s visit, TW and I continued to hang out with Scott now and then.  We were all very very very into Star Trek, so he’d come over to our house and we’d hang out and watch it.  Usually with a few drinks.  Occasionally with a joint or two.  It was always a good time.

One particular night, while Scott was hanging out with us on the couch, we got into a bottle of whiskey.  Normally I don’t touch the stuff, I like my drinks a little sweeter, but the mood felt right.  TW got tired before Scott and I did, so he went off to bed early, leaving the two of us alone.  We continued drinking, just chatting away, getting more drunk in the process.  Unfortunately, when I drink, I snore.  And I mean SNORE.  It gets to the point where I wake TW up and he can’t fall back asleep without waking me up and making me stop.  I decided that I would just crash downstairs on the couch.  I offered Scott the spare bedroom upstairs, but he said he didn’t feel like moving and was just going to pass out where he was.  We stretched out, each of our heads at opposite ends of the couch, and feet sort of near each other’s chests (or in his case, his feet were closer to my face since he was much taller than me).

We just sort of lay there, idly chattering, slowly falling asleep, while I kept my eyes on his socked feet, just inches away from my face.  I worked up the courage to ask the question that had been on my mind since Matt had come to visit.  

“So… what’s up with you letting Matt tickle your feet?”

Scott just kind of laughed and said it’s been something they’d been doing together since they first became friends.  He knew Matt was into feet and tickling, and when they were involved in their party days, which usually involved a fair amount of mind altering substances, Matt would try and get into the socks of other guys they were partying with.  This led to a few… unpleasant interactions.  Scott wanted Matt to be safe and would offer his own feet up for tickling.  This way Matt got what he wanted, but was also with someone who was completely safe.  He confided in me that he actually sort of liked it, and having his feet tickled while he was stoned actually felt really good.

He then asked me something I won’t forget:

“I know you’re into tickling, that’s how you and Matt met.  Do you want to tickle my feet too?  You can if you want.”

I was excited, but hesitant.  I had gotten to know Scott pretty well, and I didn’t want to do anything that could jeopardize our pretty young friendship.  But at the same time I wanted to tickle those feet of his.  

“Are you sure?  I don’t want to make things weird.”

Scott laughed and said,

“Believe me, I wouldn’t have offered it if it was weird.  Matt does it every time we hang out.”

I guess that was a green light.  I decided to go for it.

I wanted to warm Scott up for the main event.  I brought his feet a little closer to my face, his heels resting on my chest, and I started massaging his black socked feet.  Despite my best efforts I had never really gotten a good look at them, just that one morning after, so I was dying to see his feet.  But first, I wanted to get him nice and relaxed.  I pushed down the urge to just rip those socks off and I took one of his feet into my hands and started massaging.  I pressed my thumb into his instep, rubbed, and worked my hands up and down.  Just by touch I could tell that he had long and slender feet, which I happen to love.

Scott and I continued to chat while I massaged his socked feet.  It was just small talk, but it was nice to just hang out and enjoy someone’s feet while we hung out.  He continued to sip at his whiskey while I ignored my drink.  My hands had something better to do than hold a glass.

After giving him a bit of a massage, I decided it was finally time to peel those socks off.  Grabbing the top of the first one, I rolled it off his narrow foot.  I took my time, teasing myself, watching first the heel appear, then the creamy sole, always the way up to the long and straight toes.  Now, Scott is a very tall and pretty skinny guy (maybe a bit on the boney side), all straight lines and angles.  His feet were no different.  I did the same with his other sock, slowly pulling it off to reveal his foot, and discarding it to the ground.  I now had two bare feet in my face.  There was some fluff on his feet from his socks which I wiped away, causing a few giggles from Scott as he lay there with his drink.

“Are they okay?  My feet I mean.”

“Yeah, they’re absolutely perfect.”

I went back to giving him a foot massage.  His feet were nice, smooth, soft, and warm.  He worked a desk job, so he wasn’t on his feet a whole lot.  That probably explained how soft they were.  I went back and forth, massaging one and then the other.  I rubbed fingers up his soles and rolled each toe back and forth.  I was really getting into it to the point where I almost forgot that I was given permission to tickle them.  It was Scott that brought me out of my fog.

“Matt doesn’t do this, normally he just tickles and that’s it.  But this is pretty nice though, I like it.”

If Scott was expecting tickling, then I was going to give him tickling.  With just my index finger, I started scratching right in the middle of one of his soles.  Just small little movements, up and down the pale, smooth skin.  It didn’t get the biggest reaction, but Scott did give a few giggles and wiggles his toes.  It was enough to encourage me and keep me going.  

We kept chatting, he kept drinking, and I kept tickling.  The one finger was eventually replaced with a few more.  Fingers just trailing all over his feet.  I kept the touch soft and playful, not wanting to wreck the poor guy, and he continued to giggle and laugh lightly.  When he would laugh, I would laugh, which made him laugh even more.  It was this little cycle we had going.

After a while of touching and tickling his feet, I got an urge I don’t normally get: I wanted to know what his feet smelled like.  Anyone who knows me and plays with me knows that I am not really one for strong foot scent.  Stinky feet turn me right off.  But every now and then, especially when I’m especially horny (like I was then), I just get the… urge to know how a pair of feet smell.  Those feet were not far from my face, so I took his ankles in hand, pressed his feet together, and brought my face close enough that the top of my nose was touching the tips of his toes.  I took a big whiff.  Luckily for me, his feet did not stink.  They had a bit of an earthy sort of scent, maybe with a bit of masculine musk under them.  I took a few more good breaths then before pulling back.  I knew that if I kept my face where it was I would get too tempted to taste those feet: lap at his soles and suck his toes.  I knew for a fact that Matt wasn’t into that at all, so I was pretty confident that he’d never done that with Scott.  Since Scott was already being generous enough in letting me tickle them, I didn’t want to cross a line and creep him out by using my mouth (on his admittedly delicious looking feet).  I pulled my face back and went back to tickling.

Over the next hour or so (whiskey makes it hard to tell time) I tickled and played with his feet.  I kept it mostly light and teasing so we could continue to chat, but sometimes I couldn’t help myself.  I would grab him firmly by the thin ankle and really give it to him.  I would rake my nails up and down his squirming sole, even snaking fingers between his long toes.  The biggest reaction was when I pulled his toes back and used a single finger to tickle the sensitive skin right under and between the toes.  Sometimes the tickling was bad enough for him that he had to put his whiskey down so he didn’t spill all over himself and my couch.  I wanted to keep things light and friendly for the most part (despite the urge to run upstairs and grab my brushes), so I kept those moments to a minimum.

I don’t know what time it was, but we both started getting sleepy.  I didn’t notice at first, but his giggling and laughter eventually stopped.  He fell asleep with his feet on my chest.  I was feeling it too, so I took one last good rub of his feet, my palms flat on his soles, and gave them one good final grope.  Head swimming with whiskey myself, I closed my eyes and fell asleep with those feet so very close to my face.

By the time we both woke up the next morning, our limbs were a little bit more tangled up together.  His feet were no longer at the perfect view, which was a shame, but made it much easier to get off the couch.  By the time TW got up, Scott and I were awake and just hanging out on the couch.  TW saw the socks on the floor and asked us,

“So, I guess there was some tickling last night?”

Scott nodded and said yes with a bit of a smile on his face.  TW just shrugged, said ‘okay’, and went into the kitchen to put on some tea.

We didn’t really talk about the late night tickle experience afterwards, and we haven’t had a repeat event.  

My secret hope?  Next time Matt is in town, I want them both to come and stay with us again.  This time, maybe pull out the pot instead of whiskey (would certainly save a headache the next morning), and we can each grab a foot and the three of us can have a great time.  Give Scott a tickling a he won’t soon forget.