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TRUE BEGINNINGS: THE EARLY YEARS [ part 1 ] This is a history of my earliest sexual experiences (all true); some of the stories have a lot of tickling involved in them. Since from the very beginning I associated tickling with sex and you will see why. I hope that you enjoy the first two installments, more will follow if you like this.
At a very young age I became aware of tickling and the arousal that came along with it. I can remember was when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I have a cousin who is a year younger than me (male), and we used to spend a lot of time playing games together. One day while playing a game of chutes and ladders, I purposely threw a game piece under the couch in the living room. So while retrieving the lost piece, I pretended to get stuck under the couch. My cousin showing his concern for my predicament tried to pull me out by my ankles. Try as he might I was not budging, on one of his yanks he pulled the socks right off my feet. I really didn’t know what he would do or what direction I had hoped this was going to go. But I soon found out, as he began to stroke the soles of my feet with his fingers. This action brought me to immediate laughter. In response I found myself kicking my feet trying to get them away from the tickling fingers. He decided not to let this kicking deter him, he then sat on my ankles and really went to town. My shrieks of laughter only made him work harder. After about 15 minutes of this torture, I squirmed my way back out from underneath the couch, to find that I had had an erection in my pants. At this age I still didn’t know how they came about or what to do with it. Just the fact that the tickling really gave me a feeling that I liked and liked a lot. My cousin said that thanks to his tickling, I laughed so much that I jiggled myself out. Well he was half-right. I could never get enough of this game, whenever my cousin would come over or another relative I would somehow get into a situation where I got stuck. It could be under the bed or the couch or a dresser that had just enough room. All of the times with my relatives went pretty much the same way. I would always pretend to get stuck, I’d would usually take off my socks before going under. And the only way that I could get out was by them working over my feet until I couldn’t take it any more. The best thing about the game was that even when the adults would check in to see what all the noise was about, they would smile and say “Oh, he’s stuck again” or “you kids keep playing nice”. They had no idea that the reason I was getting stuck was to get the orgasmic feeling of my little 6yr old prick getting hard. And the ecstasy that I felt throughout my body as my little boy dick Rubbed against the floor as I laughed. |