Chicago Tickling Fest

Chicago. The year is 2005, or 2006, I do not quite recall. I met a guy the year before at the New York foot party and I believe he added to a list of foot lovers; that’s how (or so think) I’ve got the invitation for the Chicago Tickle Fest, an event I had never heard of.

I am one hundred percent a foot worshipper. Though I consider tickling hot, it is not my primary fetish. However, tickling parties equal exposed bodies, feet included. So, why not checking it out? The invite came by email with very specific instructions to follow: contact the host, pay the fee, state your foot preferences, reserve your room, choose your preferred beverage. The venue was a motel in Chicago and one could choose one of the four bedrooms reserved for the event with a great discount.

The downsides were: 1. You would have to share the room with another patron (I personally thought that was a plus instead due to the possibilities); 2. the room was opened to be used during the party hours.I sent Richie the money for the fee and for one of these rooms; two weeks later, I was flying to O’Hare for my first Tickle Party. I was very excited!

Those of you who know the Windy City, it is still chilli in the Spring time. But that did not prevent 60 horny men to get together to explore their craziest fantasies. Just to give you an idea, there was this hot young guy who liked to dress up as Robin, get tied up spreadeagled and have his whole body tickled by as many men as possible; the real ticklers, with their crazy eyes and hands, overworked the poor boy’s upper body while I attacked his unattended feet, tickled them mercilessly, sucked on his big toes, licked his arches, tickled some more.

It was hard to tell what exactly caused his loud screams, but his hard on showed us he was enjoying every bit of it. The guys would strip him as the tickling went on. He had a 9 inches curved cock, that kept pulsing as if it had a life of its own. We took turns sucking him off, tickling his dick head and balls, fingering his ass.

I confess I did most of the oral part, giving him longs licks to his pits (whenever available) and bit his hard tits. We milked that poor soul a couple of times before he used the safe word. As I said before, the motel was divided by blocks of four apartments with a single entrance each. Richie reserved the first block, four apartments connected. The first floor was (two apartments) was considered as the “main floor” and the remaining two upstairs were reserved for the hard core tickling, with apparatuses I’ve never seen before.

There was where we milked Robin. I took one of the rooms upstairs, and my roommate was the cutest play toy ever. His name was Mark, from Chicago, greyish short hair, mid forties, slim body, blue eyes and the cutest size ten pair of feet a man can have. On top of that, that small framed man had one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever encountered and he was over me since the minute our paths crossed. But the night was young, I’d have just gotten started, and I knew that man would be mine as soon as the clock stroked two a.m.

Guys, so many things happened at that party at the same time that I am forced to be kind of selective here. I remember well the “cowboy”, a guy from Texas who loved to be tickled. I first saw him hanging out with a friend of his, and I thought they were a couple. I found out they were not. The Texan was an average joe; however, his size nine feet were exquisite and his huge dick and balls were to die for (though I only really played with his private parts on a different occasion).I had to have this man and so I did.

After some talking, I convinced him to sit in a chair in front of me and let me play with his feet, tickling included. As I said before, T was an average looking man in his fifties. Some may even say he was not handsome at all, in the broader sense of the word. But I genuinely thought otherwise; he was cute. His body was in agreement with his age and, since I was not going after his body at the time, who cares! I grabbed his left leg and rested his booted foot on my lap.

He gave me a happy look and smiled. I slowly unlaced his boot, inserting two fingers in it to find his insteps just to poke his socked high arch a little. Right there he started giggling. His friend decided to join the action then. He positioned himself behind the chair and lifted T’s left arm in order to expose the guy’s tickling armpit.

Apparently he knew exactly his to push the poor guy’s buttons. By then I have already removed T’s boot and was greeted with the silhouette of an exquisite high arched foot through his brown socks, just the way I love my feet to be. I case you have read my other stories, I have a strong fetish for male feet in general; however, I am obsessed by high arches, they do fascinate me.

I was salivating by just caressing that foot, feeling the warmth of his arch underneath his socks. I pulled his toes back with one hand and let my fingers run fast through his soles with the other. T’s laugh was priceless! His friend kept doing the same to his pit, what just add a notch to his desperation; I noticed his dick coming to a full erection inside his pants.

I caressed the bulge and gave it a squeeze just for the sake of it. He moaned a little, but I soon moved my attention back to his foot. I finally removed his brown sock and again I was in heaven with the beauty of this man’s foot. Perfection was the word the first came to my mind, but it did not cut it. T’s feet were more than perfect: they smelled great, they were extremely soft (therefore sensitive), and they tasted like candy! I grabbed the foot with both hands and “hot dogged” his arch with light bites. T went nuts! I kept this going for a while and his friend was already tonguing his pit.

The moment I tickled the ball of his foot, right in that spot below the toes, I saw a tear of joy roll down his left eye, his hard dick throbbing inside his jeans, while uttering words that sounded as pleads for mercy. However, T never put his foot away, no matter how excruciating the sensations were. Therefore, I continued with the fierce attack, interchangeably sucking on his toes.

I gave the poor guy some time to recover his breath, while just enjoying massaging and licking his high arch and heel. I also took some time feeling his hairy leg, caressing it as well. His prick continued showing signs of enjoyment, what his piercing green eyes confirmed as they rolled alongside.

Only then I proceeded to work on his right foot. This time I removed the boot as fast as I could and resumed the tickling unexpectedly. His reactions were once more a mix of torture and joy. His friend was now working on his ribs and T was struggling to avoid his devilish fingers to no avail. Overall, I believe we kept this going for about two hours, with the other patrons in the room enjoying the show and amazed by the way I simply devoured the poor Texan’s feet.

I even won the prize for best foot worshipper that night, a novel from an erotic writer who attended the party. PS: I do not remember his full name; I believe it was Randy or something. The book was really good though, the stories well structured. He tried to hook up with me that night, but I was not attracted to his feet).

Many other things happened at the party, after all we had four rooms filled with horny, fetishist guys, willing to keep the action going on at all costs. I believe I will have to start a new chapter to cover whatever I recall. That will include the hot time I spent playing with my roomie’s huge cock and size twelve feet.