TEEN TICKLING: THE TICKLE FIGHT (true story)

Being someone who loves tickling and being tickled at a young age, only looking back on this do I realise how lucky I was to have this happen to me. This is all true.
*THIS IS IN NO WAY SEXUAL*, I do however appreciate the detail that some fetishist readers might desire, so I'll do my best. Honestly Im not attracted to either of the people involved, just the tickling.

In August this year, I met a friend while on holiday. He is 13, and I am 15. His birthday is on the 24th of November, mine is on 25th November. Ok, in short, we had a lot in common and hit it off. On that holiday, we had a LOT of tickle fights in a secluded room in the hotel (to our knowledge, we were the only guests who knew about it.) But that is a LONG story that involves a LOT of tickling. I will write that one in full another time.

This story involves the same person, and it's something that happened today. While on holiday, he said he visited my hometown once a year. So of course, we had to meet. Over facebook, skype, and xbox live, in the midst of "normal" (dare I say it) conversations, we would occasionally threaten each other with "Nah, I tickled you worse on holiday, and in October - I'm going to prove it!"

We were in a fielded area, and his parents and younger brother (12) had taken me under their wing because of how close we all became on the holiday, after the walk, his parents left us three in a nearby park where we stayed for the rest of the day. There was a massive open field behind it, and I knew from the get-go, that I would tickle him there.

I didnt want to seem weird to just start tickling non-stop and make him feel uncomfortable, so we messed about in the park until about half an hour before he had to set off back. At which point, I thought it's now or never.

This person played tennis and football, and excelled at both, so its safe to say he is well-built for his age. He has a faint visible six-pack (i know this because I end up tickling under his shirt, but we'll get to that soon) His brother isnt ticklish, and I dont know much about his hobbies, but what I can say for sure is that he has better sense of style. Skinny jeans and a really suiting quiff.

I knew it was now or never, and I was trying to think of some way to steer our current conversation onto the topic of tickling, when David (the older one) spoke up; "Tickle tickle." While making a tickling gesture with his hands. He was at a distance, so honestly I have no idea why he did that. Perhaps he was also trying to ignite a tickle fight? If that wasn't enough to make me sure, the next thing he said confirmed it: "Do you remember when you said you'd tickle me to death?" At this point I knew we both wanted a tickle fight, and now we're too far gone. It's inevitable.

I ran right at him and tackled him to the floor. I didnt pin him right away, I just sat on his waist and started tickling his sides (He and I both knew each others most ticklish spots to be the same; belly and sides) I kept tickling his sides for around 10 seconds before his brother pushed me off him, leaving me face up on the grass beside him. His brother went straight for the neck, wiggling his fingers like crazy - it made he hysterical! I was laughing really loud (because I could in this empty, open field) when I felt David's fingers on my belly. For a short time, I was laughing uncontrollably, but his brother quickly pushed him onto the floor and gave me his wrists.

Being the strongest here, and with the tickle fights on the holiday, David knew I could pin him down almost effortlessly. I held his wrists to the grass, pretty much on line with the top of his head, pinned them down with my shins, and sat on his chest. His brother sort of stepped back and just watched this for a while. I started tickling his belly and sides ruthlessly. He was practically screaming! My fingers had "accidentally" raised his shirt and I began tickling his freckled torso with the tips of my fingers. I tried to get him really good, so that he would get me back even worse. I tickled and tickled for longer than I was able to on the holiday, which made me kind of satisfied.

His brother was happy to be conducting this fight, and we all accepted that. We couldnt hurt him because of his age, bless him - but we also couldnt tickle him because he was not ticklish in any way. Anyway, he'd decided he wanted to see me suffer... a lot. He pulled me back off David and as soon as his arms were free, David pinned me to the ground with his hands, his brother laid across my chest and pulled my shirt up. His blunt fingernails went crazy on my helpless tummy. I was laughing and screaming uncontrollably, and they didnt stop for ages! (I'm also rather well-built if I may say so myself, a faint six pack coming along there, no big deal lol) Then he started tickling faster, and I was nearly crying - My belly is SO sensitive, but I love getting it tickled :3

I managed eventually to get them both off, and of course I went straight for the ticklish one, pinning him the same way as last time and tickling ruthlessly again, using all fingers to tickle as effectively as possible on his bare sides and belly area, he was clearly loving it, I could see it in his eyes. The laughter was genuine, but I could tell it was exaggerated, some of it faked to try and tempt me into tickling him more. So I did. I tickled better and crazier than I had tickled anyone before and he was giggling and screaming like a little girl.

Of course, the ref had to get involved again didnt he, just when I thought I was winning! He pulled me backwards off of David, and this time they teamed up and got me BAD. David pinned my left arm down by my side with his knees, and his brother held the right one, facing my tummy. They lifted my shirt and BOTH of them used both hands, all fingers, to tickle torture my helpless torso. I felt every movement of every finger tickling my hard belly. Their fingers spiralled and wiggled and scratched at my belly for nearly 10 minutes, before they got off me and David stood up and said "I think I won."

And thats it. We said bye, hugged it out, and they were gone. 365 days until I see them again. Its really depressing to do something bonding like that, and then poof. Gone. Byebye. rip. Argh, Im gonna miss them both.