embarrassedboys: We’ve had another fan submission from a real life embarrassed boy - so get comfy an
embarrassedboys: We’ve had another fan submission from a real life embarrassed boy - so get comfy and settle in for another of our Tales of Embarrassment!————————————————————————-Hi, it’s the guy who submitted the story about how my genitals were tickled in a hot tub. The guy I had lost a bet to said that if that story got more than 50 notes (it’s currently at 53) I had to submit a second experience. So here we go *breathes in A year or so after the hot tub, a couple friends of mine and I were on the beach. I had on just these short red trunks with no liner or anything underneath. We were goofing off and drinking. We had been doing a mini gymnastics competition. Who could hold a handstand the longest, who could do the best cartwheel etc. loser got buried in the sand, nothing too major, just goofing. But I am kinda a lightweight and since we had been drinking a bit I messed up my handstand and lost. Well they buried me in the sand like we agreed. I was pretty securely in there. I was on my back with my legs more or less together with just my head poking out. My friends told me to test it. I genuinely couldn’t get out easily. I’d have to spend a few minutes shifting until the sand loosened or else they’d have to dig me out. But I saw them digging near my feet and asked what they were doing. They didn’t answer until my feet were dug out, soles and toes completely exposed. I asked again, “What are you guys doing?” One of the guys very casually says “oh I just remember you’ve said in the past that you are ticklish and since you lost I thought we might see exactly how ticklish you are” I kinda freaked out. I am literally the most ticklish guy on the planet. “Dude no don’t tickle me cmon that’s not fair! Let me up right now you dick!!” And my friends looked at each other and one said “well if you think we are going to let you go when you call us that…” and without any warning they both scraped their nails up and down my helpless soles. I tried and failed to stifle a laugh and soon I was laughing hysterically. I tried to escape my entrapment but I was held pretty tight. There was nothing I could do to stop them tickling my helpless feet. Soon I was begging them to stop. Like full on, humiliated begging. But they just kept going, using their fingers to tickle in short teasing strokes on my defenseless soles. Up and down. Up and down. They both used different speeds and techniques to make it tickle so much worse and to make me keep laughing. After maybe 10 minutes of non stop foot tickling (but I couldn’t really tell time, that’s just how long it felt like), one of them stuck his finger between my toes and tickled that spot mercilessly. Immediately I got the worst possible feeling you can get when you are being tickled with no way out. I had had like 3 beers before getting buried and suddenly being tickled in a new spot, I felt like I had an acute need for…relief. So I resorted to my most desperate tone of voice and said “cmon guys you REALLY need to stop tickling me right now I’m serious!” And they did actually stop. They looked down at me and asked why. And i couldn’t look them in the eye as I bashfully admitted to them that I needed to pee. BAD. “No way dude. You’re just saying that so we stop tickling you!” Said one and “Yeah quit being a little bitch” said the other. So much for that. Then they went back to tickling my helpless feet and this time I noticed was much worse. The short teasing tickles were over. They were going hard against my vulnerable feet, tickling up and down without a hint of mercy. I was laughing uncontrollably and shaking a bit even in the sand I was buried in. I was able to move my feet a little after a long time of trying but they held my feet in place and tickled from my heels along my arches to my toes. I felt like I was going to go insane from the tickle torture. For real. And it wasn’t helping my personal problem, which by now was closer to an emergency “Guys I’m serious I’m about to…like…go on myself! You NEED TO STOP TICKLING ME” but they didn’t believe me. They kept tickling my soles mercilessly and with no pause for me to catch my breath. I was just laughing and laughing and the pressure in my bladder was building. Finally one of the guys said, “Let’s try this again”—and he stuck his finger between my toes again and tickled there. “NO NO NO NO NO not there not there” I said desperately. “Oh? Why not?” He asked doing it again. I was going to explain exactly why not but I could feel that…it was happening. My face must have betrayed me because the other guy said “holy shit I think he’s actually pissing himself!!” And the one tickling between my soles said “no way!! Are you really?” And I blushed and nodded. “Hahaha oh my god that’s hysterical” and he looked at me as he absentmindedly started scratching his nails along my sole. Now I had been trying with all my might to stop the…flow, and had mostly succeeded. But when he started scratching my sole I lost all control and I couldn’t stop it. I had completely peed my shorts in front of my two best guy friends. Talk about embarrassing! They have never let me live that moment down. Now *blushes I really hope this story doesn’t get as many notes as the first one. Sincerely, an Embarrassed Boy -- source link