Karl's Fullfillment

“Man........!, I thought I would go nuts! That was somethin’ else! You’re proud of youself aren’t you?!!”

Karl only smiled as he and Roland embraced.

BUTT LICKIN’ TICKLE

This particular Saturday was another opportunity afforded Karl and Roland, where there was no rush. Roland had a rare week-end alone. Overjoyed, Karl canceled plans to take in an afternoon movie, and dining, with some friends. Spending time with Roland had been, by far, the most pleasurable and meaningful experience of Karl’s life. None of his previous experiences with men, came close to the fullfillment that he felt, when with Roland. Somehow, Roland understood what Karl needed, and submitted to those needs. Karl realized that Roland was no fool: on Roland’s part, there was an easy, soft manipulation to acheive what he needed. Karl was grateful for the presence of that fact, which allowed them both to mutually receive such a high level of satisfaction.

Karl was totally amazed how he no longer felt the need for physical sex. So great were the pleasures he received in tickling and teasing Roland’s body, the best screwing he’d ever experienced did not compare, even remotely. Several times Karl considered giving himself to Roland, but the guy was so damned strong, it scared him. Karl was actually afraid Roland might tear his rear end apart. Roland was able to eventually erode that fear, through slow, quiet inquiries during many of their conversations. Roland was easy to talk to, and when he asked Karl what he felt during the tickling sessions, Karl readily responded. Many times Roland would ask Karl in a telling form: “You want to do this, ... don’t you?” Or, “Hey boy! You done got to the place where you ain’t satisfied unless ........, right?” Sometimes, when they would call each other at night, just to talk, Roland would say, “Man, you done turned into a royal freak! You know whatcha had me goin’ thru when you ................!!!!!???? I was
thinkin’ about it..., an’ you royally got off on that!!!! What kinda freak have I let you turn into????” Roland was always humorous with it, which Karl appreciated, laughing heartily. Yet, Karl understood that Roland was saying, “Concentrate on being a tickle-top, you enjoy it. Get your jollies off that way, it’s OK.” After each session, before he would leave, Roland would always tell Karl how intense his orgasms were and how great he felt. Karl delighted in their phone conversations, when Roland would state how relaxed he felt in the days after spending time with Karl.

Roland was on his knees, aginst the back of the sofa, facing the wall. His wrists were bound over the sofa back, a length of rope running from each wrist, under the sofa, wrapping around the rope that bound his ankles. The bondage had Roland somewhat bent over the back of the sofa, with his feet overhanging the edge of the cushion, spread apart, just over shoulder-width. Karl, kneeling on the floor, was behind Roland, gleefully alternating between tickling his sides and feet. The positon that Roland was in, only allowed him to spring upward slightly on his bent knees, and wiggle somewhat from side to side.

Earlier, before bringing Roland to his first orgasm, Karl had tongued and tickled him for over an hour. Roland had been bound on his back, stretched the full length of the sofa: arms back over his head, feet atop and over the opposite arm, with rope running underneath the entire length, securing his limbs at both ends. Karl’s tongue teased Roland’s entire torso, while his fingers performed their ticklishly grazing stimulus of the underarms. Karl brought Roland to the maddening edge by only licking his his bound feet, repeatedly returning to tickle-tongue tease his upper body. When the nipple-tongue-underarm-tickle combo took Roland to a slobbering, pleading state, Karl slowly hand-stroked his painfully throbbing erection to a cum-blasting climax.

Now, Karl was fully engrossed in taking advantage of Roland’s heightened state of ticklishness. One hand was at Roland’s ribs, while the other gave ticklish attention to a foot. Karl would switch hands to the opposite side and foot, then to both feet, to both ribs, and so forth. Roland was howling, being kept in tickle shock from the attack on two ticklsh fronts.

Karl kept noticing Roland’s butt, wiggling and shaking in front of him. He placed his hands on both cheeks, and dug in. Roland’s body tensed, and he squealed, shocked from the ticklish sensations in his cheeks.

“SSSHHHEEEEEEEEEEE! HHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHEEEEEEEE!”

Overjoyed, Karl laughed out loud in sheer delight. Another tickle development! His fingers added a bit more pressure, and Roland’s outbursts proved that he was on track.

“AAHHHHGGGAAAHHAAAHHAAHHAHGGGAAAHHHAAAHHHAAAAHH!”

Karl knew that Roland’s body was an erotic/ticklish sensitivity post, but damn! A ticklish ass? (Cuuuuuummmmmm Onnnn!) Karl wondered, (“What else is.........?”)

Without hesitation, Karl leaned forward, jutting his tongue between Roland’s cheeks. Roland
jerked upright as much as his bonds allowed.

“WHAAAA....! GGUUHHGGUUHHGGUUHH....! GGAAHHAAHHGGUUHH!”

Karl spread Roland’s cheeks, slipping his tongue in against Roland’s anus. Karl wiggled his tongue. Roland sprang forth like a cannon shot, banging his head against the wall.

“WWHHOOOHHOOOOOO....! HHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO....!

Karl’s hands dropped to Roland’s feet, his fingers in a mischievous tickle dance upon them, while his tongue licked feverishly at Roland’s anus. Roland’s head constantly pounded against the wall.

“GGAAAHHAAAHHUUUNNNGGHHAAHHAAHHWHUUUUHH...!
NNUUHHNNUUHHUUHHAAAAGGAAHHAAHHUUHHNNAAHH!”

Karl loved Roland’s body heat, and the heat from Roland’s behind pressed against his face, was euphoric. Karl was becoming delirious, his fingers not knowing where to tickle. Roland’s feet, his butt, the ribs. OH Goodness! What a chioce!

For the next twenty minutes or so, Karl kept Roland in a sputtering, hysterical state. The sensations of the tongue-rimming, and the tickling were near-maddening. Equally so for Karl, was the delicous, delirious state that engulfed him. When he felt the itch in his loins change to a pressure build-up, Karl stopped, then stripped off his clothes. Somehow, he was able to slide up onto the sofa, between Roland’s legs, and find that wonderful, painfully throbbing hard-on.

Karl swallowed in Roland’s erection, while he artfully spread his fingers, in a full out tickle
assault on Roland’s ribs. Karl nestled himself between Roland and the back of the sofa, as Roland reacted to his oral heat, and more so, to the wriggling fingers digging into his ticklish sides. Karl kept his lips poised, as Roland’s reactions effectively caused his erection to thrust between them. Roland was getting louder.

“WHAAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAHHGGAAHHGGAAHHAAAAHHA”!
“GRUUUUUUUHHHHHAAAAHHHHHHAAAAHHHHHGGAAHH”!
“AAAAHHHHHWWHHHUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHUUUUUHHHH”!

Karl concentrated on tickling Roland’s most lower side region. His finger tips were tantalized by the ticklish vibrations, reverberating in Roland’s lower oblique muscles. As Roland’s erection stretched nearer to climax, Karl began sucking vigorously. Roland emitted a growling scream, as if he were a madman.

“RRAARRGGRRGGRRHAARRGGRRAARRGGRR!! HHAARROOOWWAARRHGGRRAARRGGRRAHH
AAAAAAHHHHGGGRRHHHAAAAARRGGGRHH!”

The eruption contained the greatest heat, that Karl had experienced with anyone. The entire length of bottom muscle strands along Roland’s love shaft, constricted convulsively, thumping against Karl’s tongue in the most pronounced manner that he had ever felt. Roland gurgled as if he were insane, his erection refusing to go down, pumping dry orgasmic thrills. Karl growled intensely himself, as his own climax thundered through his body. For several minutes more, Karl held Roland hostage within the throes of orgasmic, erotic ticklish mania, until Roland could not plead, growl, or scream any further.

For the next few hours, Karl kept Roland tied to his bed, licking and tasting his deliciously
sensitive body, then tickling those now exquisitely heightened, tickle-sensitive feet. Twice more, he sucked Roland to long, dry-heave climaxes. The final extended tongue-tickle scene of the day, brought Roland to a crying, sobbing, state of erotic hysteria. Karl extracted four large, hot spurts from Roland’s orgasm, that luciously tickled the back of his throat.

ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END

For over fourteen months, Karl enjoyed the most memorable time of his life. Roland was the most intimate, erotic man he had ever met. He allowed Karl to venture into a new realm of eroticsm, with no demands, no pressure, no stipulations or reprisals. Furthermore, Karl was able to enjoy diercting the eroticsm, delving into a new arena that spurred his growth of sensuality. Becoming a dominant bondage/tickle top, released him from certain restrictions of M/M sexual servitude he felt as a bottom, to controlling his own erotic satisfaction. Karl loved Roland for that, and would always be grateful to him.

Sadly, Roland accepted a new job, over three hours away. The move was taking him completely across the state, to the western side, along Lake Michigan. His employer had long announced that his department would be phased out, due to one automotive customer switching to a new material, which required a new manufacturing process. Now that phasing out had begun. Over the next eighteen months, production would be scaled back, while the new manufacturing process ramped up.

Roland’s background was different from the new process, and significant schooling would be required to gain any knowledge of what was needed. He and his wife decided not to wait until the end of his department’s existence, and his job search yielded quick results. The offer he received was better than anticipated, so Roland readily accepted. He would be leaving Bayshore in four weeks.

Despite being as downcast as he was, Karl made the last three visits by Roland, as wonderfully positive as he could. He tickled and teased Roland for all it was worth, Roland being as ticklish and erotically sensitive as ever. On his last visit, the pair of sexy briefs that Roland wore, were Karl’s favorite color. Roland had been there two hours. Before he left, they were sitting on the sofa, arms around each other. Karl spoke softly,

“Leave me those..., I want something to remember you by..., but I wish there was something else..., something more for remembrance.”

“I tell you what, UUHHHMMM!”, Roland gasped, Karl’s tongue suddenly licking at his nipples. “I’ll write you a story..., GGUUHHUUHH!!! OOHHOOHH!!! Boy! I gotta go!!!.., I’ll write a story about us, an..., AAHHGGHHAAHHAAHH! QUIT!.... OOHHNOOO!!!, SHIT!!!”

Karl tied Roland to the sofa, his feet bound over an armrest. Karl sucked those deilcious toes, and tickled those wonderful, ticklish bare feet, for another hour. He slowly sucked Roland’s once again raging hard-on, while tickling his sides and groin, stopping short of another climax, then gave Roland’s underams and nipples erotic-ticklsh attention. Karl then continuously licked Roland’s nipples again, for half an hour. When he orally brought Roland to climax, he thought the roaring onslaught would split his ears.

It’s been a year since Roland moved away from Bayshore, Michigan, and Karl has yet to find a ticklish friend. His fingers sorely miss the nude, sensitive, erotic heat of Roland’s ticklishness. Roland has found western Michigan, to be woefully lacking with anyone interested in tickling. His body longs to be bound, exposed to a lascivious tongue, and mischievous fingers that seeks his sensuous ticklishness. Karl and Roland e-mail each, every so often, yearning to be together again.

Roland struggled through many painful hard-ons writing this story, keeping his promise to Karl.

Karl keeps this story near at all times, reading of his “Fullfillment”.