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Don't!! Stop!! That Tickles!! (A Boner Book) (Volume 0) - Softcover

Christopher Trevor

 
9781887895316: Don't!! Stop!! That Tickles!! (A Boner Book) (Volume 0)

Synopsis

The first book of erotic tickle stories written by "Christopher Trevor." This book contains the classic story "Tickled Yuppie" and the story "The Pitcher" which was made into a video by the guys at "MyFriendsFeet.com" Add the story "Mr. Kujman's Device" (the story of a young attorney tricked into a tickle device and feet tormented for hours) to the mix and you have a wonderfully erotic selection of tickle tales here.

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About the Author

Christopher Trevor was born in July 1963 and grew up in New York City. As soon as he was old enough to know how he began writing fiction and has been writing gay erotic/fetish stories for the past ten to twelve years at this point. He became an avid reader as well from the time he knew.

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My name is Peter, Peter Berg to be exact. Christopher is one of my closest friends. He's also one of my kinkiest friends in the world. We've known each other for a lot of years but recently we got to know each other a little better. We're both twenty-six years old. I have light brown hair, brown eyes, and a pretty muscular body from working out regularly at the gym. I'm five feet ten inches tall. Christopher is slightly shorter than me. He has dark brown hair and brown sad looking eyes. His body is pretty lean from all the hours he spends on the exercise bike he owns. When Christopher called me at my office during the day and invited me over (after work) for some T.T. I had no idea what he was talking about; he would not even tell me what T.T. stood for. But because I was extremely curious I decided to accept the invitation. I arrived at Christopher's apartment wearing a Burberry navy blue business suit, a white shirt, a yellow silk paisley tie, and black wingtip shoes. Christopher greeted me at the door. He was wearing a pair of black shorts, a white tee shirt, and sneakers with no socks. He ushered me into the apartment and we sat down on the living room couch. Christopher handed me a cold beer and popped one open for himself also. We both took a long swallow of our beers and then I placed my beer can on the coffee table, removed my suit jacket, loosened my tie, and leaned back on the couch. I crossed one leg on my knee and looked at Christopher. "Okay Friend," I began with a grin on my face. "You invited me over here for some T.T. and wouldn't tell me on the phone what T.T. is. Now, tell me, what is T.T.?" Christopher smiled and put his beer can on the coffee table next to mine. He placed a hand on my ankle and moved his hand under my pants leg, toying with my sock. He looked into my eyes and said "tickle torture." My eyes lit up and I laughed. "Tickle torture?" I asked him. "You're going to tickle torture me?" "Or maybe you'll tickle torture me," Christopher replied. My curiosity was more than piqued. "Okay, I'm game, but how do we decide who gets tickle tortured?" I asked Christopher anxiously. Christopher moved his hand over my wingtip and toyed with the laces, tugging on them. He thought for a moment and then said, "We'll make it a game. The loser of the game gets tied up and tickled." Now it was my turn to think it over. Tied up??? I had never been tied up in my whole life and didn't plan to start now.

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