Bisexual Stories

I lay sunbathing, with a friend, up on the roof, hidden from sight behind the parapet. We wore only jeans using our t-shirts to lie back on while we looked up at the deep blue sky. I was enveloped in that: lazy, sun induced feeling that washed over me as the rays warmed my skin and sunk deep into my muscles and bones. I started to doze off.

A tickling sensation on my arm brought me back closer to consciousness. I swatted at it and it stopped. A second later I felt the tickling sensation again, this time round by my nipple and again I swatted at it again only for it to move to my abdomen.

I sat up, cross, intending to crush the fly that was irritating me all only to hear a snigger from Tom, my companion.
‘What’s so funny.’ I demanded, ‘You’ was his simple reply.

Not seeing any obvious source of my torment I settled back down again staring up at the blue sky. As soon as I started to relax I felt the tickling sensation return to my abdomen. I moved and it stopped for a bit, then moved to my nipple. Again I moved and again it stopped. This carried on for ages, moving across my stomach and chest, settling in a new location each time I moved.

I felt it on my lips and this time, as I swatted it away, I caught Tom’s arm and he burst out laughing. As I sat up I saw a blade of wheat grass that he had picked from a roof top weed, and realized that it had been him all along.

‘You have to be the most ticklish person ever,’ Tom said. You couldn’t even last 30 seconds. My masculine pride dented and suspecting a challenge had been laid down I bragged that I could last twice as long as him. And we formalized the rules of engagement.

I lay back down and Tom, propped up on his elbow, drew patterns across my bare skin with his blade of grass. It tickled, I flinched, and he stopped saying ‘Not even 30 seconds.’

‘My turn’ I said and we swapped positions. When finally Tom flinched he quickly said; ‘I lasted twice as long as you – one nil to me’ He sat up and took the grass from my hand, ‘OK, your turn again’.

We carried on tickling each other swapping when the other flinched or giggled. We explored each others faces. Our lips were particularly sensitive. Tom’s were full and he would purse them together when he could take no more and when I stopped they would relax spreading across his face in a wide and infectious smile to expose brilliant white teeth. Stark in contrast to his summer tan.

We tried each others arms. Tom’s were slim with hard knotty muscles clearly identifiable beneath the skin. The backs of his arms were the most sensitive!

We tried tickling each others chests with our focus on our nipples. Tom’s were slightly larger than mine; tanned brown and outlined darkly again the smoothness of his skin. Guarded by a few sparse chest hairs. I was delighted how they grew in size as I ran the blade of grass around them. In each new location, Tom easily outlasted me before flinching, as we slowly and meticulously explored each others torsos. With each turn I followed Tom as we heading slightly further down each others bodies.

Eventually, I discovered that his skin was most sensitive when I ran the grass blade in circles over his hips. As he laughed his abdomen bunched up into a subtle, yet rock hard washboard. I concentrated there and ran the blade across his flat stomach, along the waistband of his jeans. Tom gave a small hoarse moan and acknowledged that I had won a round.

‘What is it 15 to one?’ Tom laughed. The brilliance of his smile easily competing with the perfect summer’s day.

On my turn to lie back Tom got me to push my jeans down a little with my thumbs while he tried to replicate my victory. As he tickled I felt myself get hard. To my relief Tom didn’t seem to notice, I yielded. Tom won and his turn to lie back!

He pulled the waist of his jeans down to where I could see the downy tracks of hair, that began just below his bellybutton, merge into his pubes. He moaned again but didn’t stop me he just pushed his jeans a little further down using his thumbs but covering his crotch with the rest of his hands. I and slipped the blade deep beneath his clothes. This was too much for Tom and as he made a grab for my hand, to stop me, I saw an unmistakable bulge from him.

I lay back for my turn, pulled my jeans down a bit with my thumbs as before. But they were tighter than Tom’s so uncovered less skin. He got me to undo the button and pull them down a bit further. As I did so he looked up at me laughing and said; ‘Eric, Eric, you have an Eric.’ And although his choice of slang was unfamiliar to me I knew at once I was poking out of my briefs a bit and he could see the tip of my cock. Tom rocked with laughter and for a moment I felt panic struck, waiting for the barrage of ridicule that would follow. Instead he continued and ran the grass along the edge of my briefs quickly making me gasp and flinch. We had stopped keeping score.

Tom lay back and without undoing his jean buttons pulled them, along with his boxers over his hips. His erection sprung out – pinkness against the white of his skin hidden behind dark hair. All contrasting with the tan further up. With his voice all husky, he said ‘so see where I’m ticklish then….’ I glanced up at his face.

A loud bang reverberated over the roof as someone else tried to climb out. In panic we pulled our jeans up and rolled onto our stomachs moments before we were joined by some more of our mates.

We were just in time. As we lay there smoking and chatting the blue sky slowly vanished behind a cloud front while my crotch succumbed to a blue kind of throbbing ache….