Alone Time

Well, this is the very first semi-erotic story I've ever put up here. Especially since it involves self-pleasuuring. I'm more into hard-core action than this, but hey, doesn't hurt to try.

For the record, Tails is 18 in this story, so he is old enough. No way was I gonna make him his real age. Nuh-uh.

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I never really get a chance to be by myself anymore, since everyone and their mom wants me to create or fix something. Sometimes I wish I could say "Just leave me alone for once, will ya?" But I can't. I enjoy the company… sometimes. But it's times like these that make me beg for alone time. And today, I got my wish. Sonic left for the day since he went out for his jog--or what he calls a jog-- around town and hang with Chris. Thank god I closed down the shop for the rest of the day.
I walk up the flight of stairs from the basement headed towards my bedroom, intent on relieving myself. But not in the way most think of relief. Ever since I hit puberty, an interesting thing called a "sex drive" kicked in. It was scary for me when I got my very first wet dream. Who am I kidding? I screamed in fright because I thought I was bleeding a different kind of blood. Fortunately I was told, albeit a very shaky Sonic, about "The Facts of Life".
But I wanted to find out what that feeling was that he told me about. And I found it alright. In Sonic's nudie magazines. Penthouse is his favorite, and mine too at times. But what I release myself to is so much more than airbrushed with fake nails and teeth.
It's about him. About the beauty no one else can see but me. I thought It odd that I would think about guys more than girls. I felt like I was a bona-fide freak at this point. Two tails and thought about men more than women? Yeah, "Freak" was stamped on my forehead. But I was 14. I didn't know for someone to not think of the opposite sex sometimes. But I am attracted to both genders, though. I mean I sneak Sonic's magazines into my room, for heaven sakes.
I reach my room and close the door gently, flopping back-first onto the bed. He came by today, which was bad for me because he's the one that makes me shiver in pleasure. He makes me want to reach out and touch him. I pull off my gloves with my teeth and I slither one of my hands down my body, past the white fur that covers my stomach towards my sheath which holds one of the tools to satisfaction. The other tool is my mind. The tool that creates his image in front of my now closed eyes as I lazily run my fingers around my rising member. I let a small moan escape my lips as I let the sensation go through my body. I had "whacked off" as Sonic puts it before, but none were like this, where every inch of my being craved for him. Where my mind tried desperately to remember his scent…his voice…
His scent… you could tell he didn't play around. His pheromones would send me into overdrive is he got too close to me. Hell, that happened once; showing him something new and standing close to him. I swear he almost noticed the bulge in my sheath. Either that, or he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts about the machine.
Oh, his voice… so deliciously deep and commanding. If he tied me to the bed, forever teasing me until I begged for him to take me roughly, I would not have any issues. Every time he said his name, I wanted to scream it in ecstasy, and make him call my name in return. I wanted him to moan my name as my lips enveloped his length, and his grunt when he came to release. His release causes my tongue to instinctively run across my lips, imagining his seed dripping from my muzzle as I pick up the pace a bit. I tire of letting it be slow and romantic climax. Screw that, I want it now. Especially since Sonic may be home any minute. It is 5:00pm after all.
I let my final fantasy come into play, it usually is the one that makes me cum and hard. I imagine him taking my body, thrusting into me hard and making my asshole completely sore. My hand is pounding down on my member now, which is throbbing and begging to release. I imagine him taking me in various positions: him on top, me riding him, doggy style, spooning. My moans increasingly become louder as my mind comes to his and my climax, him spilling his seed in my ass as I scream in release, spilling my own all over my stomach and hands.
I sigh contentedly as I envelop myself in the aftermath. But that is cut short as I hear the door to the house close. "Tails! Where are you?" I hear Sonic call out. I yell back to him my location, hearing his footsteps as he comes to my door.
"You okay in there, buddy?" his voice gives concern of my well-being.
"I'm fine. I just didn't get much sleep last night. It's catching up with me." My voice sounds groggy putting truth to my words. Sleep was taking me over, and quick. "Well, I'll let you rest then. Oh, and Shadow called. He said he wanted to talk to you about the progress of his hover skates." I feel my member twitch underneath the sheets at his name. "They'll be ready tomorrow afternoon. Now will you let me sleep?"
Laughter outside my door. "Sure, buddy. Sweet dreams." I wait for his footsteps to fade before whispering to myself, "Sweet Wet Dreams." As I drift my eyes to a close.
Man, am I glad I closed the shop for the rest of the day.