Rolling...

...someone up in a gym mat.  When I read that here in one of the stories, I vividly recalled the day I got even with Geoff Plumner.  See, I didn't get my growth spurt until I was a sophomore in high school.  Until then I was small -- & in 7th grade, I could have been the official model for x-rays.  There was this guy named Geoff.  He hit puberty at 12 & was a monster by the time he was in 8th grade.  Into every sport there was, he had no lack of sideline fans, but that didn't stop him from taking every opportunity to point out how much more "grown up" than me, he was.  It made school pretty much a 3 on a scale of 1 to 100. 

I finally got even at the end of the school year while attending a basketball game at the local high school.  Geoff was there too -- as a spectator of course & he had an older brother (Jason) who was a Senior.  Well, there was a storage room that was between the lockers & the basketball court.  It was off to the side - not in the direct path.  Anyway, I happened to be exploring the place seeing that  I was going to be there eventually.  I was being sneaky because I didn't want to be caught being somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.  Well, I was standing behind a couple of tall boxes in the storage room a few minutes before the game started when the door opened & a bunch of the players came in.  One of them was Geoff's older brother with Geoff by the shirt & lecturing him about not smoking & giving him a choice of taking his medicine here or at home with his parents.  Geoff was cussing & trying to bargain, but his bro made the ultimatum clear.  His brother finally said, "No more stupid arguments! I'll give you some time to think about the sh!t I'm gonna get when you come home smelling like a tobacco ad!".  Then, a bunch of the guys grabbed Geoff & wrestled him onto a mat, where they pulled his arms straight up over his head & proceeded to wrap him up in the entire 12x5 ft of it - so that he looked like a pig-in-a-blanket with his hands almost sticking out of one end & his lower legs (he was in sports shorts, sneakers & athletic socks) sticking out of the bottom.  His brother piled a bunch more mats on top of him & said they'd talk after the game.  Then they left with Geoff still cussing & struggling in the mat.  The mat absorbed so much of the noise that his screams & curses were not much louder than a very subdued conversation.  As I waited in the dim room, it became obvious that the players were not coming back right away -- as the announcer began to name the team members coming onto the court. I waited until I heard Jason's name before considering what next.

Seeing Geoff's size 10-wide's sticking out below his over-muscular neanderthal-calves & knowing that he was pinned & blind to what was happening around him ... I began to get an idea that made my dick extremely hard just considering it.  I quietly walked to the door & pressed the lock.  "Click" - was the sound that echoed around the room.  Geoff stopped struggling for a moment.  "Hello!  Hello?" he shouted into the muffling effect of the mat.  Silence was his answer.  I walked back to him & carefully rolled the mat 180-degrees so that his feet were sticking up. Geoff cussed at Jason for screwing with him - demanding to be set free. I then sat at the foot of the mat - considering my technique.  Since his legs were thrashing pretty hard, I decided I didn't want to get a foot beside the head.  I looked around & found a soccer ball & 3 smaller mats. .  Timing it just right, I pushed the soccer ball up between his lknees.  Geoff yelled, "What the Fu..." as the sensation caught him off guard.  Then he began yelling cusses at his brother -- who he was certain was still playing with him.  The soccer ball really put the dampers on his kicking & best of all - would keep his feet apart.  Then I rolled each smaller mat and put one under his feet - lifting his legs so that they were tight against the inside of the mat that restrained his upper body. The second mat I put under his calves - snugging his legs even more. The last I rolled a bit looser & put over his shins. It was when I sat on his shins facing his now restrained feet that Geoff went completely into panicking-nuts & threatening mode.

I  took a shoelace in each hand.  With a tug, both were unlaced.  Geoff panic-yelled, "No!  Jason!  Fuck'n Don't!" .  I thought to myself that he must have an idea what was going to happen & it seems like maybe that his brother had exploited a weakness in the past ... a weakness that Geoff dreaded being exploited again.  My dick got hardered at the thought..  The mat begin to wiggle more as he thrashed harder to escape -- but it held him it it's cloth coil.   Lightly grasping the heel of each sneaker, I pulled them away from his feet with another quick motion.  Geoff escalated his yelling - pleading, "No! No! Jason! Phuck'n No!" as the mat wiggled franticly, but weakly as the weight of the others kept it's captive subdued.  My eyes were adjusting to the dim light & I could make out the athletic logo on each sock.  He must have put them on before coming to the game because each still had the faint odor of bleach still on it.  Reaching up I grabbed his left ankle with my right hand as I grabbed the neck of the sock.  Geoff fought with everything he had while yelling, "No! No! No!"  His thrashing barely resulted in a jitter as the mats & soccer-ball combo held him relatively still.  I slowly slid the neck of the sock down -  exposing his bare foot, -- all he could do was yell, "Nooooooooooo!  Phuk'nnnnnnnnnn Noooooooooooooo!" as I slid it off his searching toes that were looking for any surface to get leverage with..   As I reached up to his right foot & took it by the ankle, Geoff let of a stream of cusses & threats -- all aimed at Jason.  They did not detour me as I slowly removed the shoe & sock.  Geoff's feet were "good look'n" - the kind with meaty proportioned hairy tops & man toes.  Most people can curl their toes in hard to protect themselves somewhat ... but there is a certain type of foot that lacks this form of defense because of the way the bones & muscled tendons connect.  People with this foot design tend to be extremely ticklish because they simply cannot cover the ticklish surface by curling their toes -- the whole bottom of the foot tends to deflect downward somewhat which does nothing to thwart tickling.  At the time, I knew none of this.  I only knew, that for some reason, Geoff seem to hate the thought of having his feet laid bare.  I waited a couple of minutes as Geoff cussed & threatened Jason that he'd "better not do it!" ... whatever the "it" was.  I had a good idea what the "it" was, myself.

At precisely 8:15 PM, I firmly grasped Geoff's right ankle & with my left hand began to rake my fingers gently back & forth on the bottom.  He let out a howl followed by insane screaming laughter as his toes contorted, spread, curled & wiggled in futility.  He tried to swing his left foot in to interfere -- but the mat at the calves kept it still.  As I begin to scratch the undersides of his toes is when I observed that the design of his foot didn't allow him to tightly curl them.  So, I gave special attention to tickling the tender undersides of his 10 little piggies - as they couldn't hide from the torture.  Geoff's tortured cussing, screams & laughs were interspersed with pleas to stop.  By 8:22, his laughing had become mixed with hysterical & frantic cries for "help" as I found a few spots that tickled him so badly his calves contracted & his legs rapidly wiggled beyond exhaustion in their prison - trying to escape.  By 8:30, his body was so exhausted from the struggle that he had no energy left to resist as I now focused attention on both feet at once.  He literally was laughing, crying & cussing in hate & threats of revenge all at the same time; - but offered little resistance to my fingers as they lit up his nervous system via his exhausted feet & toes. It was a dream come true as I experimented on his bare feet trying to work the loudest screams of laughing hate threats out of him. I was sure he wanted to kill whoever was tickling his feet. I got an idea.

Turning around, I began to tickle the thighs above his knees. His legs began to wiggle some - but were already exhausted. His laughing went nearly silent as he arched his back trying to push his thighs against the mat firmer to stop the tickling. I simply circled my grabbers to the underside of his legs where I rhythmically squeezed his ham-strings ;- causing him to flex his upper body the other way. His laughter was so itense he could not vocalize it anymore. Whispered cusses, please to stop & odd weak movements as secondary muscles tried to give him escape. Also, his bucking was slowly causing his sweat-soaked gym shorts to slide past his knees. I was thin (but wiry strong) - barely bigger around than that soccer ball.  I  realized that his arms were captive over his head - with his hands sticking out the other end of the mat - probably making an air channel.  I reached into the mat & grabbed the soccer ball -- pulling it out. 

In my mind's eye I could imagine Geoff naked from the knees up. I suspected he may have wiggled out of his shirt to try to cool himself. Standing momentarily, I could see his shirt near the top of the matt-roll where he had tossed it. With his legs now exhausted, I began to burrow up into the channel myself with one goal: To get my hands up as far as I could onto Geoff's bare ribcage.  Being so thin, I found the trip relatively easy.  I could feel that he had no underwear on as my hands reached his oblique's & I began to tickle him there. His panted breathing exploded into strained laughter that wracked his ribcage & caused him to flop around in a panic trying any move to make my hands disengage. His legs lightly gave their all beneath me. And as one minute became more, -I eventually noticed that within his panting panic for more air to laugh with, - his erection began make contact with my forearms as he fish-flopped around out of his mind with suffocating laughter & trying to get relief.  Gently, but firmly I began to tickle under his restrained arms.  His belly was is spasms & by the feel of his body; - His legs & feet struggled weakly under my crotch pushing me toward a wide-awake wet dream. As I got to that place where I knew I was about to piss a stream of jizz into my shorts, I got bold & while still tickling Geoff's left underarm; -I reached back down with my right & gently grabbed Geoff's erection - now leaking precum. One firm stroke after another soon caused him to gasp deeply - as I stopped tickling him & began to empty my load into my jock. His back arched and penis became a rubberized quivering baton. A whimper let go into a loud pleasure coated vocalization accompanied with a strong throb in my grip that released an impressive shot of white mucilage that painted my wrist with Geoff release. As I continued to stroke him he pissed what seemed like a litre of man sauce as he cried out over & over that "It feels so good!".  Eventually, his words became gibberish as he passed out.

As soon as I realized he was out cold, I grabbed his shorts & pulled them up onto him. It took only seconds to move the ball & mats away & work his mat so that he could easily wiggle out of it   I took this socks & hid them under the jump-ropes which were piled in the corner in a box on the shelf.  Then I went to the door & listened & looked thru the crack.  When I was convinced there was nobody around, I quietly left - going thru the locker room & out the other side through the men's bathroom into the night where I took a long walk through the woods to get home.

7 Years Later:

I was with my best friend.  His name was: Geoff....

We'd gradually become friends as I'd matured & made the football team.  His parents had also moved -- next door to me, so we were neighbors.  During His Senior year I got my growth spurt in the weight room, we'd also discovered that we enjoyed the close comfort of each other & several times a week cuddled naked until we came in torrents.  See, earlier that year, Geoff had gone to a party & gotten drunk.  And then, he'd come over to my house after the party because he was hiding being drunk from his parents. My parents were out on a Caribbean vacation. Well, I got wrestling with Geoff & while wrestling - I began to gently tickle him. The guy was ticklish but too drunk to put up a good resistance. And while we continued to wrestle our clothes gradually came off & Geoff was sporting a beautiful hardon in his shorts.  For some reason, being restrained & tickled gave him a serious boner.

I then turned the wrestling into a massage & pretty soon Geoff was relaxed w. his eyes beginning to close on him. Soon he was deeply breathing as sleep took him down. I got into my birthday suit & helped him into his while he slept. I took 2 sheets and bound his wrists & tied them to the left headboard diagonal. Putting him face down by rolling him to the right a half turn; - I bound his ankles & secured then to the right footer of the bed - stretching him out face down along the horizontal.  He was pulled quite taughtly. I got one of the long back-scratchers from the headboard & put it on the bed within reach. then, very gently, I worked myself between Geoff's body & the mattress so that I was pecs to pecs, balls to balls with him & could wrap my legs around the outside of his - holding them together knees down on the bed. I put a pillow on my right shoulder & placed his head comfortably on top. Reaching down to groin level, I put Geoff's semi at a slight angle across my harder-semi & then relaxed allowing the force between them to increase due to gravity on our groins.

Geoff barely noticed any of the movement as sleep kept him oblivious. Then, using my feet, I lifted his ankles some flexing his bare soles upward a few degrees. Reaching to the back-scratchier, I lengthened it & slowly positioned it to lightly scratch Geoff's feet. Slowly & gently I raked the length of each of his feet with it. Each time I did, a soft groan of amusement would deeply exit his throat & he'd apply some tension to the sheets that had him racked on top of me.

After about 10 minutes is when I felt his penis give a strong throb on top of mine as I scratched one of his feet. Mine reflexively echoed the throb while caused his body to stiffen against the sheets some & emit a groan as his mantool emitted another strong throb against mine. In my mind, foreplay doesn't get much more erotic that that. These reflexive responses are fuel that slowly kindles the fire of orgasm into a gradually quckening tempo.

And then, I got a dark plastic bag from under my bed.  Upon opening it, I produced his shorts & socks, -- the ones I'd stripped off him years earlier when he had been the "prisoner of the mat".  He recognized them instantly - as they had his name on them in magic marker in his 8th grade handwriting!  "I always wondered why my brother didn't simply confess to doing it!", he spoke in astonishment.  "My parents grounded him for a month when he didn't give my shorts back."

I gulped.  "Golly, I hope he's not the kind that holds grudges...", I voiced in concern.  He laughed; & then added, "Hell, yeah he does...", with a grin that only the worst liars have.  Then we both laughed. 

He ended up staying over that night & we recounted old times by undressing each other.  Soft kisses & gentle touching replaced the tickling & screaming of years earlier; & this time, Geoff got to cumm too.  Our relationship was g0y from the beginning.  Thanks for making this site -- so we'd know what our genre of love is called.