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 8th grade, I could have been the official model for x-rays.  There was this guy in my class 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 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 my 8th grade year while attending a basketball game at the 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 I was going to be there next year.  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 right 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, "I'll give you some time to think about it.".  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 12 ft of it - so that he looked like a pig-in-a-blanket with his hands 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 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.

Seeing Geoff's legs sticking out below his 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 & 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.  Timing it just right, I pushed the soccer ball up between his legs -- maybe up to his knees.  Geoff muttered, "What the Fu..." as the sensation caught him off guard.  Then he began yelling cusses at his brother -- who he probably imagined was still playing with him.  The soccer ball really put the dampers on his kicking & best of all - would keep his feet apart. 

I sat back down at his feet & took a shoelace in each hand.  With a tug, both were unlaced.  Geoff immediately yelled, "No!  Jason!  Don't!  Please!" .  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 harder 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 Started 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 & 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 followed his left with my left up to 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 mat & soccer-ball combo held him relatively still.  As I found the neck of the sock & slowly pulled it down off his leg & exposing his bare foot, -- all he could do was yell, "Nooooooooooo!  Phuk'nnnnnnnnnn Noooooooooooooo!"   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 it.  Geoff's feet were "good look'n" - the kind with straight toes that don't curl in well.  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 & 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 laughter.  He tried to swing his left foot in to interfere -- but the soccer-ball parting his legs at the calves kept it away.  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 recoil from the torture.  Geoff's tortured screams & laughs were interspersed with pleas to stop.  By 8:20, his laughing had become mixed with frantic cries for help as I found a few spots that tickled him so badly his calves contracted & his legs rapidly wiggled 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 at the same time; - but offered little resistance to my fingers as they lit up his nervous system via his exhausted feet & toes. 

I was skinny - barely bigger around than that soccer ball.  I also 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.  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 the lower part of Geoff's ribcage.  Being so thin, I found it fairly easy.  Suddenly, I found the lip of his shirt & my hands crawled under that until his heaving belly was on each side of my hands.  Gently, but firmly I began to tickle around his floating ribs.  His belly was is spasms & by the feel of his body, he was arching his back.  His legs & feet straightened & contracted weakly under my crotch causing me to orgasm (I didn't know what I was feeling at the time -- but connected it to the feel of Geoff's skin against me as he struggled in laughter). 

At 8:48, Geoff went limp.  He'd literally passed out laughing.  As soon as I realized he was out cold, I grabbed his shorts & pulled them down off him - leaving him in his tighty-whities.  I took them & his 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.

4 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 our Senior year, 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 because he was thinking about ending his own life because he had "issues". 

He said they were called "issues" & not "problems", because "problems" can be solved.  Then he told me that he was "into guys" & hoped that I didn't hate him.  What could I do?  I fessed up.  It turned out that it wasn't just "any guys" he was into.  He was into ME.  (But, he wasn't into arses!)  I leveled with him - telling him that I'd had the hots for him since 8th grade & I wasn't into butts either! 

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.