Accidentally Met a Fellow Tickler?

[Dirkman]

I was in Aruba with my girlfriend a while back, and I met some dude who was there with his girl and this guy just came out and said "i'm a tickler". He was proud of it and thats cool for him, but I was a little freaked out because it was the first time I'd ever seen another one, or at least one who admitted it. I'm a private guy about "this thing of ours" so I didn't tell him how I shared his interests, but it made me wonder how many others have accidentally came across fellow ticklers in random situations?
Dirk

 

[Cyclic]

I had a close friend in college was, but all standards, definitely a tickler. Used to tickle his girlfriend in front of people all the time, started a couple gangtickles with other girls at school...but the clinching evidence was when we once went to a pornshop with some other buddies--he was perusing the CalStar vids and tickling mags.

I still kick myself for not fessing up with him at some point where we had way too much to drink--we definitely would've done some damage together. But, I was definitely too closeted at the time to say anything.

I've always wondered if he would've gone for the whole "tickleswap" thing--he had a cutie girlfriend that I would've liked to have played with, and I would've loved letting him tickletorture my girlfriend at the time to his heart's desire.

 

[sole seeker]

I've always had an eclectic taste in friendship. (I've thrown parties where half the guests had arrested the other half. It was a lot of fun and everyone seemed to have a blast! Alcohol is a great un-inhibiter!) Anyway...

I had a friend who was a bouncer in a *****-house. Well, truth be known it was a massage parlor. Me and another guy (Bob) went by his (Don's) place of work to make some plans for later when he was free. We (all three of us) got to shooting the breeze with one of the hookers. We were talking about different things men were "into" sexually.

The lady said we had no idea just how odd some of her customers were, so we tried to pin her down to specifics. She said most of the stuff was just to weird to go into. Eventually, after harranging her for awhile, she said that she'd had two different customers that week who were into tickling. Boy, did my ears perk up! The biggest shock though, was when I looked over at Bob, he was more excited than I was! He began to rapid-fire questions to her about tickling feet. He was trying to get specific details: how the client had approached her, his technique while doing it, if she enjoyed it, etc. I just remained quiet, being much too in-the-closet to be willing to draw attention to my interest in the conversation. The girl was very reticent about pursuing the conversation, and soon Don asked us to lay off, so Bob and I took off.

Hey Bobby P, you on here?

 

[Knox The Hatter]

Yes, it's happened to me, too...I'm not gonna open up the file cabinet right now and try to pinpoint when and where I met these people, but when I did, I felt just as weird as all of you did....

No, wait, there was one time when it didn't feel weird, it felt great that there was someone else just as obsessed as me! It was back in summer camp when I was thirteen. There was this kid a year younger than me, he was from The Bronx, and his name was Russell, and both of us tickle nuts kind of not only figured each other out, but we used to gang up in tandem on some of the girls in camp...there was a counselor on the girls side, a lovely seventeen year old girl from Colorado, the type of healthy country girl you would not ordinarily find in a summer camp in Orange County, New York. We used to drive her up the wall every day at the pool...we'd grab her, attack her feet, her sides, any part of her body that was available. She was very nice, and she liked us, but soon, she was definitely afraid of coming to the pool...in fact, she got nervous anytime she saw me or Russell. I can't figure out why...

I still have a picture of her from that summer, standing next to Russell. I can't believe that was twenty eight years ago...