Tomboy - Sex Stories

Tomboy

... only inches from where my cock was making a circus tent of my white cotton jockey shorts, and pulled my jeans from my feet. I had gooseflesh all along my legs. She ran her hands up the outsides of my thighs and rested them on my hips. "Go ahead," I told her. "Take off my..." I couldn't quite say "underpants" or "shorts." I wished I was wearing something sexy. I wished I were a hunk. I thought maybe she'd hesitate, but not Spike. "Okay." She grabbed the waistband and pulled straight out and then delicately un- covered my hard-on. She'd caught her lower lip between her teeth and I heard her suck in her breath. Then I blushed because I'd thought the word "suck." Finally, she said, "Cool." That was so old-Spike that I relaxed and my cock bounced a bit. She grabbed it and I started like when you're really into a book and someone interrupts you. She looked up at me, sort of bewildered. "Sorry. Did that hurt?" "No, I was just..." She rubbed her hand along the length, then started to pull it in different directions, testing how stiff it was. Her hand slipped to the end of my cock, making the head hard and purple and smooth, then slid back to the base, touching my sparse blond pubic hairs. It felt great. "It feels neat," she said. "It feels hot." "Your hand's cold." "Oh," she said, and then, "I'll warm it up," and she breathed on my cock, short hot breaths, like she was panting. Like she'd run a mile or...or something. My balls tightened. I could feel myself getting ready to come. ...

... I tried not to clench my butt. "I like how you smell," she told me. "Uh, Spike?" I really didn't want to come in front of her. "Your balls are really neat. Kinda--compact." She traced her fingers along my balls. "How do you sit down without hurting yourself?" Her other hand slid over the head of my cock and she stroked the under- side with her thumb, smearing something wet. "Spike, I'm gonna--" She started moving her hand faster, and I groaned as I came. A shot of jism hit her hair beside her ear and she watched, fascinated, as I shot a second and third which hit her shoulder and breast. She kept pumping my cock and squeezed out a bit more, which ran over her fingers. "_Very_ neat." She opened her hand, and looked at my come smeared across her fingers. "Well, messy." She chuckled and sucked one knuckle clean. "It tastes okay." "Spike!" "Well, it's not gross. I read some women think it's gross." My cock was softening. She took it between her thumb and fore- finger and leaned forward with her mouth open; just as I could feel her breath on it again, she looked up at me and said, "You don't mind, do you, Kip?" She looked very serious and I suddenly wondered if I did mind. I know that sounds stupid. I mean, I was looking forward to the first time I ever really fucked a girl and all that, but I never thought it would be _Spike._ Spike was something permanent in my life, and I thought our friendship would never change. But it had. Spike had just become something, someone, totally ...