I was sitting on the train, nervous as hell. I was travelling to the city to meet a guy I had been chatting to for some weeks. We’d agreed to get together so he could tickle me senseless. This was my first time, so I was very, very nervous.

He had seemed like a great guy – we’d chatted online, and skyped each other, and I knew I was attracted to him. I am 18, and he’s 23, with a buzz cut hairstyle and gorgeous, fit body. His dark hair is complemented by delicious dark body hair – not too much, just enough to make him look manly, and to pick out his nipples and belly button. I was already imagining nice, strong, hairy legs, and the mysteries that lay between those legs had kept me awake and drooling many a night!

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was a text. “Not long now, sexy, will meet u outside Starbucks – the one next to the station clock.”

“OK, train on time, see you soon.”

“Can’t wait to get you home, naked and tied down 😊”

Luckily I had a double seat to myself so no-one could see that, and the effect it had in my trousers! Thank goodness for jeans with zips that don’t show the monster straining to escape. I could feel myself blushing. I’d been on the train for about an hour, and was 10 minutes away from meeting him – well, John, that’s his name. I couldn’t wait. I’d had a hard-on most of the way there, and I could feel precum pooling in my pants. Adrenalin was coursing through my veins as well. I could hear my heart beating in my chest – I was so nervous, and so excited!

I had waited so long for this day. Finally, I would get to feel the sensations I had seen in so many videos, read about in so many stories, and imagined in so many fantasies. I had known I liked being tickled for most of my life. As puberty arrived, I started to realise that I not only liked it, but that the idea of doing it with someone I liked turned me on. Almost at the same time, it became crystal clear that all of those someones were going to be guys.

In the kind of small town I lived in, that was not going to go down well. I would also have a small pool of potential partners – if any! – to choose from. So it had taken me a while both to discover that there were more people like me, and that what I had imagined was but a tiny fraction of what might be on offer. I talked to a lot of people about what tickle torture could involve, and what they might do to me, and every time, pants got drenched with precum, and I was left both hugely turned on and slightly terrified. I listened to a lot of great advice about my first time, which, for me, distilled down to:

- Make sure it’s someone you like first, and that the liking isn’t just ‘cause he wants your naked body tied to something so he can tickle you.

- To get started, a switch or a sub who tickles sometimes is usually better – they get what you’re going through, because they’ve been there – and the first time should be as special as you can make it.

- If you don’t like it first time, don’t worry, try again. If you do like it, keep going.

John and I had been chatting, skyping and getting to know each other for quite some time. We spent hours talking about all sorts of things. He made a rule that every third time we talked, we wouldn’t talk tickling at all. That made a huge difference – it was really difficult, almost torture, not to be talking dirty, but it was really good too, because we actually knew each other, and I knew I was going to meet a friend, even though part of me felt like a condemned man about to meet the man who would punish me!

I had drifted off into a daydream about the conversations we’d had, the sight of John’s naked torso, those biceps, those fingers, and that gorgeous smile, when reality bit. The train shuddered to a halt. Half-terrified, but eager as a schoolboy, I left the train. My bag felt bizarrely light for a whole weekend. “You don’t need to bring many clothes, hun, you won’t be wearing them most of the time!”

As I walked towards the end of the platform I spotted the station clock. My heart seemed to be the percussion section of a symphony orchestra, thundering and thumping in all sorts of rhythms, my mouth was dry, and my head felt light.

And there, with a bag slung on his enormously broad shoulders – I was sure they hadn’t looked that big on Skype! – a black, v-neck t-shirt, and short pale shorts, wearing aviator sunglasses, stood 6’4” of solid man flesh, in flip flops, showing tanned, hairy legs and ENORMOUS feet. This was clearly John, looking at his phone, but it was such a shock. At 5’10” I am not short, but I just hadn’t realised just how big John was. And seeing his legs for the first time, so publicly on display, and his feet, was a surprise. I must have just stopped moving, because a guy behind me brushed past me grumpily cursing me as an idiot. The words hardly registered, because just as the guy was brushing past, John looked up and pushed his sunglasses up off his face. Our eyes locked, and his face lit up. It was as if the sun had emerged from clouds on a dark morning, seeing the pleasure in his face, and I felt it myself, a connection strengthened by meeting. He rushed forward, and wrapped me in a huge hug. “Oh my God, it’s so good to finally meet you” he whispered in my ear. I had been left speechless by the sight of my giant Adonis, so didn’t answer. He broke the hug and looked into my eyes, with a puzzled expression on his face.

“What’s wrong? Am I not what you expected? Are you scared? Come on, it’s me, John. I don’t bite…. Much.” As he said that, a smirk formed on his face – a smirk I had come to know very well. That broke the spell and I laughed.

“I’m sorry, it’s just a lot to take in, I’m nervous, and you’re so much bigger than I expected.”

“Well, you have been to charm school, haven’t you? That’s the kind of compliment every guy wants.”

We were both laughing now, and embraced again. We decided we’d have a drink at a bar in the square outside the station before we went back to John’s place. I didn’t know where he lived, or what kind of place he had, so it was all very new and a little nerve-wracking, for little small-town me.

As we sat in the square, John and I were watching the world go by, glancing at each other, but not really talking much. We were drinking at a pavement bar, and had a table looking out onto the square. John was sitting behind the table, and me to one side, so he was almost sitting behind me. He had one foot up on the other knee, and was ‘lounging out’ – sitting in a very open pose – with his arms on his head. He had moved his chair so his arm was quite near me, and his foot, without its flipflop, was facing me sole first. It was a still, hot day, and I was starting to get a whiff of a strong, manly fragrance coming off him. I looked round, to see him smiling broadly and looking at me, and I could see up the short arm of his t-shirt some lush, damp, pit hairs. He winked at me when I looked away, as if to say “I’m glad you noticed those.” I could feel colour rising up my neck and face as I started to blush - and wriggled to hide my growing boner.

John moved – not in a menacing way, or as if he was going to pounce on me – but it surprised me and I jumped. He giggled a little, and completing his move, he whispered in my ear,

“Are you nervous?” I nodded.

“Did you like what you just saw?” … nodding so hard I practically got whiplash.

“Shall we go?”

“Yes please. How do we get to your house?”

“We walk, my apartment is down by the river.”

Now, to give you an idea, this city is large, and in parts, rich. Living ‘down by the river’ meant John lived in a very expensive area – either, he was rich, or he lived in a shoebox.

So we walked, and talked, he asked about my journey, and I quizzed him about the fact he lived by the river.

“My dad set up a business straight out of school, and was very successful. He made millions, and then sold the business when he was 45, and bought me this apartment when I came here for college.”

John paused, and then stopped walking. “Listen, I want to be honest with you, and I will, but I don’t want this to be a ‘thing’ which is why I hadn’t mentioned it before. My dad actually bought me the building, so I get the rental income, and get to live there too. I didn’t tell you before, because when I have told some people, it changes the relationship, and they hang around because they like to be with a rich guy. I don’t think that’s you, which is why I am telling you now.”

I could tell this was a sore point, and that John had been really hurt by someone or several someones. I just reached up and gave him a hug. I whispered in his ear, “Thankyou, John, for trusting me. I am here because you’ve become my friend, and because I want you to play with my body. I’m not interested in your money, just you and your tickling fingers.”

As I said that, John’s arms, wrapped firmly around me, stiffened, and because he was taller than me, and had big, long arms, his fingers were close to my pits. You’ve guessed already, that he gave me a little tickle, and I squeaked, and practically jumped out of my skin. Goodness knows what people thought! But John, he was grinning broadly when we broke the embrace.

“Oh you are a live wire, aren’t you, and a great guy too. I think we’ll get along famously. Come on, not far now!”

We were walking along the river front before long, past huge, high-rise buildings, with floor-to-ceiling windows on every floor, and what looked like amazing apartments. I was half expecting to come to something smaller, more modest, and for John to guide me in there. But no, at the tallest building of them all, John guided me to the entrance. In the lobby, a smart-suited, capable looking concierge greeted John. “Good afternoon Sir, here is your post. Is there anything I can get for you?”

“No thanks, James, but my friend and I don’t wish to be disturbed.”

“Of course, sir, no problem. Enjoy your day.”

John was guiding me towards the lifts, as I was trying to take in the fact that this 6’4” Adonis, who was my friend, and was taking me to his apartment to strip me naked, tie me down and tickle torture me, owned this whole building, and no doubt had the best apartment in the place!

The lifts had a huge bank of floor numbers on the panel, and a keyhole at the top. John inserted his key in the keyhole, and turned it. The lift set off, rising swiftly. Up, up, up…. John stood behind me and wrapped me in his arms as we watched our view of the river widen, till we had an amazing view over the city. Eventually it slowed and stopped. The screen had registered every floor number and we had passed them all. We were at the penthouse suite…..

The lift opened onto a glass lobby, and while each floor below seemed to house five or six apartments, John’s apartment covered most of the roof. It was huge. He had a swimming pool, a jacuzzi, a sauna, a roof garden, and that was just what I could see!

John marched me out of the lift without letting me go. He whispered in my ear., “Welcome to my home, mister.” And kissed me on the neck, working his way up to lick my ear, sticking his tongue deep inside, which almost made me collapse! I was not very experienced in the world of sex by this point, and almost everything was a new form of pleasure, most of it so surprising, so amazing, that it almost felled me every time.

John opened the door and showed me into his amazing apartment – it was like something out of a magazine, with all the right touches of class, but much more homely and comfortable. John had kicked off his flipflops, taken my bag, and was leading me through the apartment, I knew not where. We ended up in a bedroom, but we’d passed several others. This one had a balcony, full-length windows, gorgeous thick carpet, and an enormous bed – much bigger than king size – but again, comfortable, homely and very nice. Through another door was a very luxurious bathroom, with a giant shower cubicle, clearly big enough for two, a bath that would easily fit two, and all the usual other things.

“I thought you might like to freshen up after your journey, and you can use this bedroom as your own. I hope you’ll want to sleep with me tonight, but I didn’t want to assume that, so here you are. Take your time, and I’ll be in the lounge, at the end of this corridor, when you’re ready. Please, treat my home as if it’s yours, and feel free to wear as few or as many clothes as you like. Having seen your gorgeous body, I did pick out a pair of shorts I thought you might like. They are in the bathroom. Enjoy, and I will see you soon.”

He gave me a peck on the cheek, and a hug.

I did feel a bit grimey, it was a hot day, and I had been travelling for a while, so I decided to have a shower. I found the shorts John had left for me, and they did seem very nice. They were short shorts, cut off well above the knee, and designed to be worn without pants. It was warm in the apartment, so it made sense. After a long, deliciously refreshing shower, I got dried, and slipped on the shorts. As I padded into the lounge, I could hear music. John was sitting on a sofa, feet curled under him, wearing shorts very like the ones I had on, and nothing else. As he saw me walk in, he smiled, and came to meet me, giving me another of his generous hugs.

“I’m glad you wore those. They suit you. Drink?”

John poured me a glass of wine, and we went to sit on the balcony outside the lounge.

“One of the things I really love about this place is that there’s no building nearby that’s as tall as this, so I can do what I like up here, and no-one will know. There’s also no apartments on the floor below – just lift machinery and my storage – so I can have my music as loud as I like, and my playmates can scream as loud as they like, but no-one will hear.”

As he said this, he reached towards me, and lightly tickled my belly. I doubled up, giggling, trying to get him off me.

“Oh wow, you really are that ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I told you I was.”

“I know, but sometimes people lie. They say they’re really ticklish, and then they barely move or laugh when I tickle them…… to begin with.” The smile on his face had turned a little wicked at this point, and that, the tickling and sitting next to this gorgeous man, were making me very, very horny. In these shorts, that was obvious.

“Hmmm…. Someone’s excited.” John’s hand was rubbing my cock through the shorts. I lay back and let him play with it. He lay down behind me, his chest hair rubbing against my back, as he rubbed and fondled my cock through the shorts, while, somehow, he’d managed to get his other hand underneath me, so he had me in a grip across my chest, and by the crotch. He started licking my ears again, and as he fondled my crotch, and his other hand teased my nipples, I was in Heaven, light-headed, and getting close to cumming.

“Oh God, stop, please, you’ll make me cum.”

“Oh good, I want to.”

“No, please, not yet.”

“Oh? Why? What else are you expecting to happen today?”

“I thought you were going to tickle me.” As the words left my mouth I realised - an instant too late - what I had said.

“I mean I, er, I oh er, em, I meant to say, oh, um” I was babbling uncontrollably. John’s hands had stopped moving. He put a hand over my mouth.

“Did you say you thought I was going to tickle you? You thought I was going to move my hands over your body, to make you laugh, and give you pleasure? Is that what you said?”

I couldn’t respond. I just tried to look unconcerned, and failed.

“Maybe I would get you to the point where the sensation is overwhelming, and your brain can’t take it – after a few hours, maybe more?”

“Remember, no-one can hear you up here, you can squeal, scream, laugh, guffaw, moan, beg and plead as much as you like, and there will only be me to hear you.”

“As you’re my guest, it would be very impolite of me to disappoint, so I think I might…I think I should… just… tickle you.”

As those words left his mouth, both hands dived onto my belly, and were wriggling maniacally, as I lost the power of speech, because I was laughing so hard, wriggling around, brushing against his chest hair at my back, trying to escape the gorgeous, defined, hairy arms that encircled me, and the strong, tickling fingers on those beautiful, large hands. I was kicking about a lot as well, and he soon had my legs wrapped under his. I was giggling incoherently, incapable of begging, as he had me completely in his power, tickling my belly, my sides, teasing my nipples, wiggling his fingers to get in my pits, as I hung on to his strong arms to try to get him off me.

Then he was tickling my thighs and groin, and as well as tickling a lot, it was really feeding my hardon. Before I really realised what was happening, he was tugging the shorts down my legs, and with one of his toes hooked in the waistband, had them round my ankles. Using them a little like restraints, he had his foot firmly planted on the middle of the shorts, so my legs were held down either side of his foot. As he really went for my groin, and started tickling my cock, precum was flying everywhere, and I was getting close to cumming again.

“Nooo hahahahaa noo stop, please, oh ooh haa haaaa fuck ooh ohhh mmmm oh please oh mmm oh hahahahahaha you’ll make oooh haa heeeee me oh mmmj cummmm ahahahahaaha.”

“Oh well we can’t have that. Not yet. Let’s see if we can’t calm you down a little.”

He grabbed my cock with one hand, and started polishing the glistening head with the other – just making circles on my cockhead with the flat palm of his hand. I thought I had been driven wild before, but this, oh my God, if you’ve never had this done to you, it’s difficult to understand – it makes you feel like you’re going to cum, but very soon you realise that’s the last thing that’s going to happen. The sensations become more and more intense, and you feel your balls are about to explode through the end of your cock with the pressure. And I did, I was moaning, begging and wriggling, and trying to shift his leg so I could escape. I even tried to tickle his thigh, which made him giggle a bit, but not let up.

“Would you like me to stop?”

“Oh God, yes, please.”

“What’s in it for me, huh?” he asked, as he licked and poked his tongue in my ear again, further adding to my pleasure overload.

“Oh, fuck, I’ll do annnnyooohh… ahhh…. Mmmm…thing, please, just stop.”

“Anything? Are you sure?”

“Whatever you want, oh fuuuuuck, please, just stop. It’s agony.”

“OK, I’ll stop, and I’ll decide later what I want. Remember that promise, sunshine, you may regret it later!”

As he stopped, and just held me in his arms, the impact of his words hit me. I had just given this guy free rein to do whatever he wanted to me! And we’d only been at it about half an hour!

But I was still very turned on, and had, in a very weird way, thoroughly enjoyed that.

I rolled over to face him, and kissed him deep, long and hard.

“Well, I guess that means you enjoyed it.”

“Yes” I beamed, “but it was really intense, and that surprised me. That thing you did to my cock, I thought I was going to die! It drove me nuts, you have to show me how to do that.”

“Oh well I might, but I’m not sure I want to give away that particular secret just yet. After all, you might do it to me!

“Oh, I almost certainly would”

“Well if you did, I might have to tickle you some more!”

He had me laughing uncontrollably in seconds. Unbelievable. His hands were so large that he could almost encircle my waist, which was great for him to tickle me, because he could basically hold me still and tickle me at the same time!

I was amazed…. In less than hour, we had gone from friends to being entwined, on a couch, both with hardons, and practically naked.

“Come with me, my little plaything, I have something to show you….”

John led me inside, by the hand, both of us now naked, cocks bobbing in the air, leaking strings of glistening precum. John had fished a key out of a draw, and was now opening a door to a room off another corridor in the apartment.

“Welcome to my world”

Oh My God.