Where it happened: her bedroom
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It’s not fun being a guy who got stuck with a female body. Growing all the wrong stuff and not the right stuff. Here I was a tool nut (always working on bikes etc) and no tool.
One of my younger sisters always had a gaggle of cute friends around her, and I got the hots for several of them at various times. But I was always too shy to do anything. I’d get invited to slumber parties, and generally not get allowed to spend the whole night, after getting too excited by whichever hottie I was next to. Good times, good times. Finally I’d struck out with almost all of the hotties, and was kind of looking at a pretty empty playing field. By that, I meant E. E was kind of a dork-girl, a weirdo. If you got in a sailboat with anyone in her family(we sailed Sunfish in a sailing club) you were gonna get wet, they were all kinda clumsy and dorky. Wierdos of a feather stick together though, and E. liked talking to me. Talking became going swimming, and hanging out on the boat dock etc. I’d get close to E. while in the pool etc., with indifferent results, more indifferent than I wanted them to be. But she had this weird thing she’d do … we’d lie on the floating dock side by side and she’d stroke me, “People like to be stroked, just like animals”, she’d say. There were lots of little things like this. Finally I got invited for a sleep over. Now that’s kinda little-kid stuff so, Whoo-hoo, I’m thinking. I go over and we go through the normal abnormal dinner routine, such as learning that in dorky New Zealand families napkins are called serviettes, and listening to her dorky brother tell us all about how he “runs like a gazelle” lol. We went to bed and she was apparently dozing off to sleep but I was sure not! I got close to her and asked her if she wanted a backrub. “OK”, she said, and I started rubbing her back and shoulders, and then a kiss …. “What are you doing?” she said, turning over. I was kissing her, panting and shaking, all amped up LOL. As she turned over I started kissing her chest and working down ….. she really freaked out and thought there was something wrong with me, the way I was breathing hard etc. Well that was that, I said I’d be OK and eventually went to sleep, so did she, but in the morning she was missing – I found her on the floor next to the bed, ha ha I probably snuggled up to her in my sleep. At the bus stop to go home, we talked and she was still freaked out, I said, “What about all this stroking business and calling me your little boy?” I basically told her she should have expected it after leading me on.
And that’s the problem, if my body’d matched my sex she’d have known what to expect. As it was she stopped talking to me, was kinda afraid of me, and in fact I was not allowed to call her since she’d cut her wrists (shallowly) in a dorky “cry for help”. And I’d see her occasionally with this dorky guy who drew cartoon T-shirts and had a pirate radio station – she only let him hold hands.
Feh.
Later, much later, I was FINALLY able to hook up with a girl who didn’t freak out if I was a tiny bit “aggro” and liked sex as much as I do. And I learned something regarding lacking the proper equipment. The human hand. Most gals LOVE or will find out they LOVE having a skilled hand in them. Learn to find the G spot and bring them up to speed slowly for the big climax and you’ll have ’em SCREAMING. So while good old E. was my first time I guess, my “ex” is the first one I was able to do all I wanted to with, finally. And while I’m on testosterone now and I may be all the way up to having a “micropenis” someday, I’ve learned it takes more than the rock-hard 8″ cock I’d love to have to make a woman have a VERY good time. It just takes keeping your body in nice shape, a tongue, a hand, and some skill. Have fun and play safe!
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