Date: Tue, 09 Aug 2016 15:37:50 +0100
From: Boy Ahoy <mj290858@riseup.net>
Subject: THE TOMGIRL

Gay Adult/Youth


THE TOMGIRL
by Boy Ahoy


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Strauss, again.

On the other side of the wall, violins and celloes tapped out the
one-two-three rhythm of another, more romantic age. The apartment
complex was built of paper and glue, it seemed, and my neighbors had no
secrets from me. So when he massacred another army with his online squad
on his battered Xbox, I knew. And when his drunk father came home, late
at night, and fucked the shit out of his little tomgirl, I knew.

Now, I had first heard him slam the door after school, the screech of
living room table and chairs being pushed against the wall, waltzy tones
booming from the stereo, and the tap-tap-tap of him practicing his
ballet moves.

Then a thump.

- Fuck! he mumbled from the other side of the wall.

A timid knock at the door, again. A boy, who looked like a tomboy girl.
Big eyes, bad haircut, full lips, ratty second-hand leotard, white
novelty store tutu.

- I need to practice my balance, Mr. Ryan. Do you have the time to
spare?

So proper. Dainty, even.

- Sure, I said. - Come in.

And for a while, to second hand waltzes from his apartment, I steadied
him, watched him stretch his thin boy limbs, held his naked foot (ballet
shoes yet to be added to his thrift-store costume) high in the air while
he tortured his toes on the other foot and held his arm in a graceful
arc, again.

My hand found the enticing little bulge on the front of his crotch. No
girl he, even though he was one in his mind when he danced. My finger
traced the line of his tomgirl boy cock, stiff, damp from his strenuous
exercise. I moved closer, sniffed the sweaty ballet boy. Let him feel my
big, hard desire of him. Her. Whatever. He stayed there, stretched out,
breathing with an open mouth. I rubbed him gently. Then I found the hole
in the back of his leotard, the one I made earlier. Sweaty boy ass.

I pushed my sweat pants down, spit on my cock and pushed the head
through the hole. It stretched, so did his anus. Up against the wall, I
fucked him slowly. I let down his foot, and fucked him faster, my hips
moving in a white tutu cloud.

Now he was ungracefully supporting himself against the wall with both
hands, to withstand my steady thrusts. Cock through leotard, into boy.
Sliding in, appearing again. My thighs complained from the slight bend,
because I had to lower myself to match the level of his exquisite
tomgirl ass. My index finger found his spike again, stroked it up and
down, feather-like, just as he liked it, in double-time to my heavy
fuck-rhythm.

- Oh, oh, oh, he piped.

I was the beast, he was the beauty, and the beast fucked his thick,
gnarly cock through the smudged white leotard, and my animal cum was
charging.

And then he came. His ass hugged my cock tight, and that was it, I
pumped beast cum into the little dancer child, and stayed there,
sperming the inside of him with dirty joy. I watched the base of my cock
pulsing, the rest invisible within the white leotard tinged brown around
the hole, the sex sweat seeping into our clothes and the air. Child ass.
Man beast.

- Thanks for helping, Mr. Ryan, he said, up against the wall. I pulled
my cock out. Yellow-white stuff ran out of his hole, soaked up by white
fabric.

- I like helping my little dancing girl, I said and kissed him on the
top of his damp head. He smiled happily.

In a little while, he would be shooting up monsters on the other side of
the wall again, and I would know. Tonight, his father would come home
drunk again, and I would know.

And tomorrow?

Strauss. Again.


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This is a fictional story, and quite different from my other, more
savage ones. It is inspired by a real life boy and a real life man, and
what could have happened in a different world.

As always, thank you to Zach for not holding back, whether something is
bad or something is good, and to Proton, for reminding me that pleasures
don't always need to be extreme. Although this IS pretty extreme, too,
I'm sure he'll point out.

Any feedback is welcome, short or long. I answer all emails. If you
want, I'll send you the list of my other stories, but they are - as I
said - different, longer and often kinkier than this. You have been
warned :)

My mail address is mj290858@riseup.net