Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2018 21:02:55 -0400
From: tagenhard@aol.com
Subject: Random Tails/Floating

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Floating  by Tagenhard
 tagenhard@aol.com  tagenhard@tutanota.com


Even at my age of 10 I know it's funny how some
things just gradually evolve from a simple action
into a more complex life altering situation.

I don't know how old I was when I realized I liked
to be tickled. Or if I even consciously thought
about it and the pleasure it brought me. All I knew
is that I liked the contact and the feeling I got
when I was being handled and tickled. I also always
got a stiffy from being tickled.

By a guy that is.
I can definitely say that I knew I only enjoyed
being tickled when a guy older than me was doing
it. I loved it when my older brother or my dad did
it. But I also enjoyed being tickled by an uncle or
neighbor or older cousin. I would have let anyone
tickle me if they wanted and they were a guy.

The two people who were most willing to indulge my
want, were my brother Cale who was now 15 and my
uncle Trace, on my dad's side who was 24. They had
the longest lasting endurance for tickling me.

When I was younger I would cry stop after only a
few minutes. But as I got older I would last
longer. They would tickle me till I begged them to
stop but one time my brother didn't stop and kept
tickling me till tears came to my eyes and I was
gasping for breath. I begged him to stop but a
different feeling snaked thru my body. A feeling I
couldn't define. I didn't want it to end but I
thought I was going to pass out from it and begged
for it to end. Cale stopped but was laughing at the
goofy expression on my face.

I knew I wanted to experience that feeling again. I
wonder if I could actually pass out from being
tickled.

I was going to be spending the next weekend at my
uncle Trace's place because my brother had an away
soccer tournament in the next state and mom and dad
were helping to chaperone. They dropped me off
Friday night on their way out of town.

We had pizza and settled on the couch for a movie.
Trace would occasionally needle me in my side with
his fingers to get me giggling but no all-out
tickling. The movie came to an end and uncle said
it was time for bed. We cleared the dirty dishes
away and were standing in the kitchen when Uncle
Trace started to tickle me full bore.

I laughed and squirmed like I always did, he
continued till I was laughing so hard tears were
coming to my eyes. Then I felt the need to pee and
begged him to stop but he didn't. I'm gonna pee I
screamed but he persisted in his pursuit and soon I
felt the warm liquid spreading in my pants. He kept
tickling and I kept peeing. I was horrified I peed
myself, but at the same time it felt great to let
it just go and feel the warmth of it. I was rolling
and squirming frantically on the floor, my pants
wet with pee, tears rolling from my eyes and then
that new feeling came and I yelled for him to stop
but didn't really want him to and then the feeling
got more intense and my head started to spin and
then I felt like I was floating.

Warmth cascaded over me in temperature and warmth
of emotion spread inside me.

I realized my uncle was holding me in his arms as
we stood in a shower and warm water was spraying
down on us. I felt my naked skin against his and
felt so safe and happy.

I opened my eyes and saw him wink at me.
"Welcome back." He smiled.
"What happened?" I asked dreamy eyed.
"You passed out. I stripped you of your piss wet
clothes and am getting you washed off.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
He laughed out loud. "Nothing to be sorry about,
you warned me you were going to pee but I didn't stop."
"You're not mad then?" I asked
"No not at all. I thought you might enjoy the
experience. Was I right?" He inquired.

I got a shy sly grin on my face and nodded my head yes.
"Good, we can do that again sometime then." He
winked. "Ok I think we're all clean now." He
declared and turned off the water, stepped out of
the shower and set me down. I didn't realize uncle
Trace was totally naked till now. But it made sense
since he was in the shower with me.

I never saw uncle naked before and I was surprised
to see his dick was big and hard. His balls were
smooth but he had dark curly hair across the top of
his hard dick. It looked very long to me but then I
didn't really know since I never saw a naked man before.

Uncle threw a towel at me and it hit me up the side
of my head. He laughed and told me to pay
attention. He dried himself off and then pulled on
a pair of shorts, told me to finish drying myself
and get ready for bed.
He tucked me in and kissed me good night. I slept
well that night.

Saturday morning, we went to IHOP for breakfast and
then to a Home Depot where Uncle Trace bought a
bunch of different things. Then we went home.
"So, would you like to try some different things
with tickling?" Uncle asked me.
"Sure." I was curious and wanted to know what he would do.
"Ok, good. I think you'll like this."

I followed him into the bedroom and watched as he
spread plastic every where and taped the pieces
together. He then laid out some rope. "Ok so what
you have to agree to is being tied to the bed."
Uncle stated to me softly.
"I agree."
"Good boy." My uncle smiled at me. "Now first take
all your clothes off."
I looked at him surprised.
"You might pee again and I want you to be able to
do so freely. It will be part of the fun." He
explained.

"Ok." I stripped off my clothes and crawled up onto
the bed. It crinkled as I crawled across the
plastic. He had laid out a bath towel in the middle
and I laid down on top of it. I watched as uncle
cut the rope into four sections and then trusted
him as he tied me spread eagle to the bedposts.
Next, he pulled out a feather duster and brushed it
across my feet. I giggled and then broke into a
laugh as he continued the tickling. I popped a
little stiffy and it shook freely in the air as my
body jerked around.

Then he stopped and left the room. I laid there for
how long I don't know.
"Uncle Trace." I called out. "Uncle Trace."
There was no answer and I waited longer. He
reappeared in the doorway. He was shirtless this
time. I looked at his flat stomach and strong
chest. He had large dark nipples and a spray of
hair in-between that was the same color as the hair
above his dick that I saw yesterday. All this hair
was darker in color than the hair on his head.

He didn't say a word and started to tickle my feet
with the duster again. Once he had me laughing
loudly he moved the duster to my sides and my arm
pits. He continued till tears started to come to my
eyes and then he quit and left the room.

I laid there again for some time. I knew he was
doing something called anticipation. It's like when
you know Christmas is coming and you get more and
more excited as it gets closer. He was building
anticipation of the big event.

This time I think I might have fallen asleep for a
bit. Uncle Trace finally showed back up. This time
he was totally naked and his dick was sticking
straight out from him. As he walked over to me, I
watched it sway back and forth in front of him.

Instead of picking up the feather duster he crawled
up on the bed and started to tickle me with his
fingers. He started at the bottom of my feet and
got me laughing and squirming. He worked up the
insides of my legs and I was squealing now and my
eyes started to water as my body jerked. He moved
up alongside me and I could feel his hard dick
against my leg. His fingers dug into my sides and I
was screaming with laughter and the tears rolled
from my eyes.

"I'm gonna pee." I shouted out.
"Just let it happen." He replied
And happen it did. The piss shot out of my dick and
sprayed up my chest and hit my face. As I squirmed
and jerked around my dick moved back and forth and
my pee sprayed on my arms and uncle's arms and his
chest. It was like a loose water hose. I think some
of it even hit my uncle's face.

There was something so great about the feeling of
it just being released from me openly as I was
screaming with laughter. The combination of
sensations bounced within my body.
It made me think of a sign my mom has on a shelf.
"I laughed so hard the tears ran down my leg."
My piss stopped and Uncle Trace doubled down on his
tickling. My body twisted and jerked against the
ropes holding me in place and I was crying and
screaming as the feeling in my body turned
electric. Jolts shot thru me and I then felt like I
was floating.

I woke back up to find Uncle Trace wiping my face
off with a warm wet cloth. My mouth tasted funny,
it seemed like there was some thick sticky stuff
inside. I swallowed and ran my tongue around the
inside of my mouth trying to get clean.
"Welcome back." Uncle smiled at me.
I was gonna ask him about my mouth when I noticed
his dick wasn't hard anymore but it was sticking
straight out from him again. But what caught my
attention was there was a white pearl of something
on the tip of his dick where his piss slit is. Then
the pearl dropped down to the ground but as it did
a thin clear strand of shimmer stayed connected. It
reminded me of a spider dropping down on a line of
its web. Then the strand snapped and the pearl
splatted on the plastic and the strand just swung
in the air glistening in the light. Uncle reached
over and ran his hand across the end of his dick
catching the strand and then wiping it on his leg.

He untied me and told me to go shower while he
finished cleaning up the mess on the plastic. Then
we had some lunch. Well I thought it was lunch but
I noticed it was 3 o'clock already. I didn't
realize I had spent so much time on the bed. We
were just finishing up when Cale came in the front
door still in his soccer uniform and carrying a
duffel bag.

His team had lost the first two games very badly.
Four of the guys were sick and one sprained an
ankle, so they decided to chuck it in and left. Mom
and Dad were going to have some me time so Cale was
going to spend the night here. I was surprised he
didn't say anything about the fact that Uncle and I
were naked.

Cale swiped a potato chip off my plate and went
down the hall, I noticed he tossed his duffel bag
in Uncle's room then headed for the bathroom. We
could hear the shower running as we finished and
then cleaned up the dishes.

Cale came back into the kitchen, he was naked and
drying off his hair. I thought this odd because he
was never this open at our house.
"You want something to eat stud?" Uncle asked Cale.
"Naw, I'm good we stopped at McD's on the way back.
He replied.

I looked at my brother's body. He was slim and trim
with a dick bigger than mine but not as big as
Uncle's. He had a wet messy mop of blonde hair that
was shaved on one side of the head but hung full
and long on the other. There is some famous soccer
player that wears his hair like that and Cale just
had to have the same cut. It is some foreign name I
can't ever remember or say.

I watched with surprise as Cale threw his arms
around Uncle Trace's neck and they kissed each
other on the lips. Uncle's hand slid down Cale's
back on to his ass and gave a squeeze. Cale looked
at me and must have noticed my puzzled look and
laughed a little then gave me a wink.

Cale stepped away from Uncle and threw the towel
around his shoulders and asked how things had gone
with us. Uncle explained about tickling me to the
point that he got me to pee and to pass out.
"Cool." Cale responded. "Did you?" He asked looking
at Uncle but not finishing his question.
Uncle just made some kind of face at him. I
realized these two had some thing planned but I
didn't know what. I was gonna have to be careful.
Cale could be quite the prankster when he wanted to
be.

"So, what's next?" Cale asked.
Uncle looked to me. "Do you want to try some new
tickle stuff or wait till later?"
I felt I could go another round, besides everything
Uncle had done so far felt great and caused me to
feel new things I didn't think possible.
"I can do another." I stated proudly. "What will be
different about this one?"
"Well that will just have to be a surprise." Uncle
smiled

He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I
squealed with delight as he carried me into the
bedroom. The plastic made crinkling sounds as he
dropped me down on it. It made me think this must
be how plastic moans.

A fresh towel had been placed length wise across
the bed and Uncle Trace had me lay so that my head
hung off the side of the bed. My arms were then
stretched out and one tied to the headboard and the
other the foot board. Then my legs were pulled back
so my knees were against my chest. A rope was tied
somehow around the bed frame and my knees so that
they were held in that position.

I felt the cool air of the room across my butt hole
and realized that my butt hole must be open to their
view. I wondered if tickling my butt hole was part
of new game. I heard Cale and Uncle whispering then
Cale came and stood so his crotch was on top of my
face. I wanted to complain but realized that if I
opened my mouth his balls would drop in.

Cale pulled the lower part of my legs up and
started to tickle my feet. My uncle was some where
on the bed and tickling my sides. They worked on me
but I had to muffle my laughing so I won't end up
with a mouthful of Cale balls. I was jerking and
twisting my body as best as I could against the
ropes and tears started to come to my eyes.

I felt something new now. A blunt, wet, cool,
pressure against my butt hole. I thought if that is
suppose to tickle it isn't working. It seemed like
they were trying to push something inside me, but
that didn't make sense.

That feeling was boiling up inside me, over the
feeling of my nerves twitching from the tickling I
could feel the need to pee building up. I tried to
fight it but it was to strong. I called out I was
gonna pee but as I did I got Cale's balls in my
mouth.

"Fuck yea little bro lick my balls." I heard him
say. I thought you "fuckwad, I'm not licking them
I'm trying to push them out of my mouth."

Then it was like a cannon went off and the sound
reverberated thru my body as a huge current causing
all my nerve ends to explode at once.
My piss exploded out of my dick and the blunt
pressure against my butt hole pushed itself in
expanding my hole wide open. I felt relief from the
piss flow but pressure built up from the continued
invasion filling my bottom up. Cale was tickling me
harder than ever and Uncle was digging into my
sides. In my head I was screaming with laughter
and, and feelings I had no words for.

"Yea lover, fuck him. Open his pussy up." I heard
Cale say.
Fuck Him? I knew what fucking was. Fuckin hell it
dawned on me Uncle Trace had his cock inside my ass
and was fucking me. Thru all the flowing feelings I
started to recognize the feeling of his cock
thrusting in and out of me.

I rolled my head back and forth and managed to get
Cale's balls out.
I laughed, I cried, I screamed, I begged Uncle
Trace to fuck me harder.
And harder he did. His hard cock had me stretched
open and was plunging into me, my whole body was on
fire but in a good way. I was straining against the
ropes so hard I thought they might break. Wave
after wave of hot searing sensations were washing
thru me and I didn't want them to end.
Cale pushed his dick into my mouth and to the back
of my throat. I gagged and coughed and added the
feeling to the library of my new enlightenment. I
quickly learned to breath thru my nose and the
feeling of Cale's dickhead rubbing against the back
of my throat didn't cause me to gag anymore.

Cale and Uncle thrust into me in a matching rhythm.
I don't know when it stopped but I realized I
wasn't being tickled anymore but my body was still
being enthralled from just the feeling of being
fucked. The hard shafts working in and out and soon
I heard them grunt, I felt my mouth and throat
being filled with a creamy liquid and I think I
felt a warmth spread inside my bottom.

They both stopped and pulled out of me. Cale
dropped down to his knees and smiled at me. "Uncle
Trace and I and you are all lovers now little bro."

He gave me a wink and kissed my lips.
I was happy, I felt like I was floating.