The Older GentleMan

Ever since I was a wee lad, probably about 2nd Grade, I've gained an affinity for tickling older men. Men of all ages, really. While most of my fantasies revolved around guys my own age, there was something to be said for tickling dad's and even grandpas. As I turned more from being a tickler into a ticklee, that fantasy changed into me being the victim to some dirty old men...


I high school I often thought about older male teachers and my classmates' fathers tying me up and tickling my sheer socked soles. Being the victim to a much older man was something I never thought I'd actually do, but now I've had two sessions with a guy twice my age. And they've been unbelievably orgasmic.

Gentle yet forceful, he makes me tickle his sheer socked soles for only a few minutes before he turns the table and plunges me into HOURS of ticklish torture. He begins by removing my shoes while we're in his living room and he grazes my toes, heels and, worse, the arch as he tells me what he's planning to do to not only my sheer feet, but my entire body. Once I'm worked up, he leads me upstairs to his bedroom, done up and ready for his evil plans.

As we get into his room he slowly and methodically begins removing all of my clothes except for my underwear and socks. He doesn't tie me down right away. He wants me to prove I can withstand his fingers. I laugh and writhe as he tickles my feet, ankles, legs and cock. 15 minutes pass as I beg and plead, then he decides it's time to tie my arms into place. Once secure, the real fun begins....

Over the last several months I've told him my ultimate fantasy is to be held prisoner and on the day I'm ultimately going to be tickled to death, I'll know my master's plan is coming to completion by his putting my sheerest black knee high socks on me. The tickling will not stop until I pass. Tonite, as I lay bound tightly on his bed, he pulls those socks out.

As he removes my usual black knee high sheer TNTs, and begins to place the sheerest on my feet, he looks at me with a stone cold face and says, "You know what this means, don't you?" My body feels like it's collapsing in on itself. I wonder if he's serious. Is he REALLY going to do it? If he is, there's nothing I can do. There are no neighbors on either side of his lot, so if he really is planning to tickle me to death, there's no reason to scream for help. My heart races and I can already feel my balls filling with cum. It's one of the most intense moments of my life. He ties my feet into place and quickly gets to work on my feet, scratching the bottoms with his fingers as I howl and scream and beg. It doesn't take long for him to work me into fits of laughter.

After a short time he tries to use feathers and a brush on my feet, but my reaction fades. Not wanting me to regain my senses, he switches back to his fingers and I quickly realize he's determined to - if not tickle me to death - take me damn near it! He proceeds to tickle the bottoms and tops of my feet - non stop - for 15 minutes solid. No break. No mercy. It may not seems like a long time - but I'm used to having my ticklers break away at some point to another part of my body, or offer me a quick 30 second break to regain my breath. This particular night, he does not stop at all. 15 minutes, excruciating minutes, of pure, unbridled, ticklish torture. I start to black out. I can feel hysteria taking over. I'm aware that the words screaming from my mouth for mercy are now slurring and becoming slower - but I can't do anything to stop it. As I begin to see stars, I think, "He's really doing it. He's really going to tickle me to death." I panic, and I shoot a load so hard my groin hurts for the next three days. Then he stops.

It takes me another 10 minutes to regain my faculties. I'm drenched in sweat. I can barely speak. I realize he wants to tickle me again, by my body is limp. There's no energy, no fight. I know I'm glad to still be alive, but I'm also thinking about how long I'll go before I return to his home. He wants to go for a solid 30 minutes of tickling strictly the soles of my sheer socked feet next time. I know already, next time just might kill me for real... I'm afraid to return, but know that before long my desires, and my fantasies, will drive me to do it.

Parking Lot Tickling

So...I've had a friend who's been into leather, domination, etc for many years. I knew him when he first "came out" several years ago, but found that wasn't his true "moment." Over the last several years he has evolved from a scared 21 year old afraid to admit his desires, to - 5 years later - being a full-fledged "cub" bear complete with leather, ass-less chaps, whips...etc. You get the idea.

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In the last few years he's made it abundantly clear he wanted to bring me into his world. In a drunken stuppor about two years ago, I confessed my sheer TNTs and tickling fetish to him. At first I regretted it, out of embarassment. But he was quick to jump on my tickling train. Turns out, as a "master/top," he'd already had experienced tickling men...and wanted to make me his next "victim/slave." I put him off for two years...until tonight.

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So I'm out tonight...alone. Drunk. He's there. The night goes along just fine. The bartime. The few friends who met us out quickly left. He offers to drive me 300ft to my car. I oblige. No sooner do we park next to my car than I ask him, "You want to tickle me, don't you?" He grins and nods, but says only, "Only if you want me to." Naturally, I'm all horned up, quicker than a streak of lightning, my shoes are off and my brown sheer socks are in his lap.

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My socks don't have the straight lines, but rather wavy, almost decorative thick brown lines tracing down the legs, over my ankles, and across the tops of my feet. He wastes NO TIME scraping his fingers along my soles and toes. Within seconds I'm lauging hysterically. Miniutes later he has me shirtless and pantsless. So here I am, in the parking lot of a gay bar, positive the cops will be crusing by any moment, wearing only my brown knee high sheers and green whore underwear. He's tickling the soles of my feet with one hand and my cock and balls through my underear with the other. I'm going insane from the fear and erotic torture. There's no doubt this boy has done this before to not just one other guy, but several. He confesses that even though he's not really into tickling per say, he's into making a guy squirm around uncontrolably and has tickled many men over the last 2 years. I ask What he "truly" wants to do to me. "Tie you so tight you can't breathe, shove a gag hard and deep into your mouth so you can't hear your laughter, then tickle your entire body from your toes, across the bottoms of your soles, up your hairy legs, cross your cock and balls, then tickle your ribs and nipples until you pass out.

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A moment later my underwear were off, and he ran a little metal spiked wheel (I don't know what it's really called) over my ribs, nipples and cock with one hand while he feverishly tickled the sheer socked bottoms of my feet with his fingers. Typically, I need a sentence like "I'm going to tickle you to death," etc, but tonight he said nothing - and I came. I came so hard it hurt...and it seemed like the tickle juice wasn't going to stop streaming out of my slit. He just kept tickling...and ticking...and tickling....

crossing the line?

As I've grown older, my tickling fantasies have continued to evolve. I first began dreaming of tickling and brown nylon socks when I was 4 years old. Around age 7 I discovered brown sheer TNTs - worn daily by one of my male teachers. Around the same time - in my consistent dreams of tickling him inparticular - I started incorporating kidnapping and bondage into the scenarios. This is also when I first discovered that when I humped my hand for too long, white stuff came out! A shock to a 7 year old who didn't even really know what sex or gay was....

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My fantasies of tickling classmates and friends - and vice versa - continued to become more and more graphic and sexual. In junior high, the fantasy changed from just tickling sheer socked feet, to stripping those victims down to their underwear and socks - then ultimately completely naked, except their socks - and tickling them to actual orgasms. I had seemed more of a tickler in my younger years, occasionally desiring to be the tickle victim, but as I got into high school, I slowly found myself becoming not just the "victim" in my daily jerk off tickle dreams - but the "enslaved," "victimized," "kidnapped" and actually tortured tickle victim. I wanted to be "tickled to death." Then it happened...the fantasy that would scare me at how often (at age 15) I would dream of it...

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I began dreaming that I was being punished by an uncle for something I'd done. The scenario: He would tie me stretched extremely tight to a bed in his room, dressed only in my maroon sheer TNTs (I had already accumulated quite the collection) and tickle my entire body for hours...but there was the twist... Now, he would take my dick in his hand, open the slit and tickle the inner lips of my piss slit. First it was with his fingers, then with feathers, then ultimately with some evil object which he'd shove down inside... and leave there, while he continued tickling my sheer socked feet.

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Horror.

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I couldn't believe I would even fantacize about such a thing. But I did. Often. It's a fantasy I've carried with me for almost 20 years, but only recentlytouching acting upon in real-life with my masters. Still, it never went "all the way" or crossed the line. I feared the pain of it. And surely nobody would REALLY do such a thing. But about one year ago I began incorporating the fantasy during online chats with ticklers. EVERY single guy I brought the idea to has never thought of doing that to someone's piss slit, but ALL of them couldn't get enough of telling me they wanted to do it to me. Several even started doing it for real to their "in person" tickle victims. I was hearing back that their victims were terrified when they started doing it, some complained that it "burned," some found it the most extreme torture they'd ever been given - some enjoyed that, some didn't. All I knew is that it was exciting me more and more to hear it was really being done. I had to find out what it was really like.

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I'd had just the outer slit lips tickled by a master a few years ago with a feather, but that was as far as it had gone... even though it made shoot one of my biggest orgasms ever. This past summer I met with two guys: One of them tickled my sheer socked feet while the other (one of my online guys who'd become "obsessed" with the idea I'd put into his head) began tickling my slit with small feathers...then did it! He shoved the feather tip into my slit. It burned. I didn't like it. He poked it in too hard several times before I just couldn't take it anymore. He continued tickling my outer lips, but I figured that after all these years, I'd never enjoy the fantasy I'd held in my head for so long...then I met a guy from Skokie....

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So two weeks ago I met a new guy online. He lived about an hour away. After chatting several times, I agreed to meet. He'd made reference to tickling my slit, but I didn't seem he was too interested... until I got there. So there I was, tied EXTREMELY tight and completely naked - except for my brown TNTs - on his bed. To the side, a line of toys he'd planned to use on my body. He was obsessed with tickling my feet, which I enjoyed, but then he reached over and pulled out a toy I hadn't seen in the mix. It was a Q Tip. I thought he'd run it between my toes, but then he grabbed my throbbing cock and said, "Are you ready for this?" I'm like, "Huh?" Then I saw it - the look in his eyes. He actually looked mildly deranged. And he lowered the Q Tip towards my slit. At that moment, I realized what he was going to do - and do it for real...not just toy with the idea of doing it.

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Terror actually came over me. Was it going to hurt as I feared? Would it damage the inside. I KNEW he was going to shove it down deep into the shaft...I could see it in his eyes. I had a "safe" word, but my mouth wasn't opening to say it. Then he spread my slit lips open WIDE.. streched it wider than anyone had before. He ran the Qtip around the inner lips. My sheer toes curled. I wanted to scream in pain, but I moaned in ecstacy. As the Qtip quickly gathered all the juices inside, it actuallyt began to tickle, running around and around the soft inside. But it was a different kind of tickling sensation. A bizarre sensation. Then he lowered it in...further and deeper. I screamed a few times in fear and pain and shock - mostly just from the realization it was REALLY being done. He then began pumping it. Pulling it up, then pushing it back down inside. I was screaming in near orgasm. He reached back and began tickling the sheer bottoms of my feet. Orgasm was close. Then I look down at my cock: the Qtip was almost 75% of the way down inside...and he was leaving it there!!!! He began tickling my feet more intensely, using his other hand to tickle my shaft. He then pushed the Qtip a little further and it burned - it hurt - but I still think my fear hurt more than the actual Qtip. He promised to pull it out, slowly turning and spinning all the way... but it was too much and probably the second biggest orgasm of my life unloaded moments after he pulled the juice soaked QTip out. During my minute long orgasmic thrusts, I just kept thinking, "He crossed the line..." And it was HOT!

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He took me there. To that place I thought I'd never go. A fantasy 20 years in the making. I've jerked off to its memory almost every day since....and probably will for years to cum.

Simply The Best

(*This image has been re-posted with permission from Achilles Heel Art. 3.3.08)

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It may be only my opinion, but above is - quite simply - the BEST sheer socked tickle drawing EVER! Here's why: Not only does it portray the common fantasy of tying up your boss/an exectuive at the office, removing his shoes, and reducing him to tears and hysterical laughter from his tickle torture, but artist Achilles captures EXACTLY what turns on / intrigues a sheer sock enthusiast.

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Look closely at the sole of the victim's foot. Every delectible ripple of the soft sole flesh, the meaty ball of the foot, the perfectly placed toes and heel caps which allow you to still see 'just enough' of the toes and heel (ideal), nicely aligned toes arching back just slightly from the touch...all topped off by one simple detail - the folding/sliding of the material where the figertip touches and tickles. To be able to see that delicious ticklish foot through the material, and know that the sheer nylon "moves" across the sole, tickling it even more... Phew... I need to excuse myself for a few moments....

Art expressing the delights of tickling a man's feet in men's sheer socks (not a panty hose fan here) are hard to find. I truly appreciate artists such as Achilles who take the time to entertain and delight all aspects of the tickling fantasy, but especially for giving up their precious time to give a specific niche the detail and respect it deserves.

Check out http://www.achillesheelart.com/ for more wonderfully detailed tickling art, including other scrumptious sheer socked tickling images including a mafia man getting interogated and Anderson Cooper receiving a work-over he so dearly deserves.

strangers in the night

Since I started dipping into the tickling scene, I've always had concern over the fact that I was often meeting strangers who I was then allowing to tie me up, naked (except for my sheer TNTs), and torture me. The scenario was hot - but admittedly dangerous. In the age of Jeffrey Dahmer, I'd often wonder "What am I getting myself into? I know nothing about this person." To this day I leave a note hidden somewhere in my home as to the address I've gone to in case I shouldn't return. Still, I've always struggled with the fact that putting myself, my body, my life, into the hands of a stranger who was going to tickle me to extreme limits and - perhaps - might not stop, was in essence, a HUGE turn on.

I've never really had a bad tickling experience. All the fellas I've met over the years have been polite and gentle (until the tickling begins). Even at the tickling conventions I've attended, there's always been respect. Ticklers seem the be, based on my own experience, a great group of guys who want to make sure that, even while they're tickle torturing the bejezus out of my strapped down, vulenrable body, I'm still completely comfortable... and turned on... ;-)

Had the bejeezus tickled out of me today by "john" in Chicago. He insisted I wear my maroon knee high TNTs and green underwear. I was in his apartment only a few minutes before my shirt and jeans were off, I was strapped spread eagle in only my socks and underwear and John's fingers trailing up and down my body, but concentrating mostly on my sheer socked feet. Underwear came off a few minutes later, and he delivered 30 minutes of non-stop tickling using his fingers, two evil feathers, and one nifty spining vibrator - and experience I've never had before.

Happily, he kept threatening to tickle me "to death," and after much begging and pleading vibrated an enormous load out of me.

I returned the favor by strapping his arms wide, putting some black TNTs on his feet and going to town, using the same devices he had used on me, only I was a little more verbal, reminding him of what he'd just done to me -- and how I was going to make him pay for it. I played mostly his his sheer socked feet, tickling the bottoms and tips of his toes where it seemed I was getting the most reaction. I also tickled right above his groin, sending him into minor convulsions.

My method has been to continue to tickle guys where you get the best reaction. I don't quite get guys who find a REALLY ticklish spot, then tickle somewhere else. If tickling the tips of a guys toes gets him squiriming and thrusting, you'd better believe that's where my fingertips are going to continue to concentrate. ;-) Evil...I know. ;-)

So a quick squirt out of his impressive dick and I was on my way home in less than an hour. It's not the amount of time spent, but HOW the time is spent... and making sure me and my master are both spent. ;-)

Until next time...

Tickling Men in Sheer Socks

New to this entirely, so forgive any errors i may make along the way. I'll simply be posting - on occasion - thoughts and true stories about my tickling endeavors - and my CRAVING for men wearing TNT (thick and thin) knee-high sheer socks. Are you a fan of the same thing? You can always contact me direct at ticklemysheersocks@hotmail.com. Live near Chicago or Milwaukee?! Even Better!!!

All photos posted in my blogs are planned, for now, to be of me. Yes, if you see a foot or other body part being tickled, it's likely mine. Hope you enjoy that!

Hoping to have a new tickle experience in the next few weeks (schedule pending), so check back, and share your thoughts and experiences with me!

Final thoughts: While I DO appreciate and adore women, I have zero interest in communicating with them on this subject. For me, it's a guys only interest and desire. But I'm sure you're quite lovely and will find tickle friends elsewhere. ;-)