As a dude, there is just something about the simple idea of being tickled by another dude. Gets me incredibly aroused but for the life of me, I can never seem to take the jump. So I fantasize about it a lot. And it's never anything fantastical. It's always pretty mundane. But it's the simpleness of the fantasy. I like the thought. Meeting another guy through an online forum or Grindr, shit maybe from here. Who knows? I hit it off with the guy. We exchange pictures, get to know each other. Give each other our tickling backstories. All the with the formality of water cooler talk. Like just a couple of fellas talking about the game. Turns out, he has stocks. Lucky for me, considering I've never had the opportunity to get locked in. We plan out a time and place to meet up. The day arrives. The final confirmation that neither of us is gonna bail out takes place, whatever that is. For shits n giggles we sent each other a mirror selfies with our faces and soles in the photo, I don't know. We meet up at the hotel, because we probably ain't doing it at each other's houses. He sets up while we chat. And now the time has come. The set up is generic. I'm sat on some sort of recliner. Wrists either bound behind or to the arms of the seat. Ankles propped up to be placed in my buddies stocks. He locks me in. He bullies me a little while tying my toes back. Jokingly calling me a fag or making some shit eating remark about me getting off to having my feet tickled by another man. Not meanly. Always with the tone of a rude older sibling. Jokes on him, it's making me harder than diamonds. I'm pitching a visible tent while also flicking him off and telling him to fuck off. He catches my middle finger and starts tearing into me. Scribbling his nails across the arch of one of my feet. I clench my teeth, fighting off the urge to lose my shit. He keeps going for a little while, but I don't break. Eventually, oil is added. Faint squeaks start to leak out. It's getting to me. He meanly calls me a bitch for almost laughing. And rewards me with a brush to the soles. Now I'm gone. I'm bouncing around, trying to get away from the brush. I'm repeatedly telling him to fuck off, but it just eggs him on. Unfortunately for me, this goes on for a while. My throat is a little horse and I'm running out of sound. Laughter going silent after some time. Then this mother fucker starts putting fluffy shit in between my toes. Ice cubes on my soles to make me jump. Shit, he even licks my soles for a bit because he can. After a while, i eventually climax. Whether it be to the tickling itself, me doing it myself or him doing it for him. Then maybe I give him some payback. Maybe we plan that for another time. But shoot, we had a good time nonetheless.