Calum Worthy Tickled

I looked up at Calum, it was 8 o'clock. Together, home alone in the house on a Saturday night. "I'm so bored!" Calum cried. "What can we do?"

I had a perfect idea in my head. I pulled his feet up onto the couch so that they rested between my legs.

"Hey, um, what are you doing?" he asked.

I didn't reply. I played with his feet, rubbing them and dragging my fingernails on his soft, ticklish soles. He began to twitch as I would go past his sole. Then, I got an even better idea. I slowly peeled off his first black sock and brushed away the fuzzes from his warm feet. I ran my fingers up and down his bare, left foot.

He couldn't help but laugh. "HAHAHAHA cut it out!" But, I didn't. With that, came more vigurous tickling, which lead to worshipping.

I took off his second sock and took one giant lick from bottom to top of his foot. "HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!! YOU KNOW I'M TICKLISH!!"

I kept tickling his poor, defensless feet as they just sat under my power grip, motionless, laughing hysterically.

Soon, I let go and stopped tickling...his feet. I dug my fingers into his armpits and sides, making him laugh and shriek like a little girl.

The tickling last until the clock struck 11. Then, we went to bed. His cute, ticklish feet in the same bed as me was too temping so we slept opposite ways on the bed and played with each others feet all night until the next morning.