Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... Symon murmuring;

"God, you're full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Eh? Whaddaya mean?"

He turned his hand over in mine, palm up, fingers relaxed in a half-curl. "You're actually a bit...softer...than I expected."

"Mate," I told him, "I am not evenslightly soft at the moment, believe me."

His eyes glinted, and he bit a corner of his bottom lip.

Curious, huh? I thought. Yeah. Hungry, too.That got your attention, didn't it?

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Maybe, I dunno, the tenth time I showed up in his room, he kissed me. It caught me completely off guard, not only because he didn't announce it, but because - it just hadn't been on my radar. The other stuff we were doing, it seemed, like, obvious that you'd want to develop some skill at them. But...kissing? I mean, whatfor?

For itself, turned out. I didn't get how having his tongue in my mouth could feel at least as hot as - possibly even hotter than - having his dick in my mouth. I mean, I had a tongue in my mouth all day every day...

Maybe because it was so connected, so...reciprocal? Way more reciprocal than 69-ing, which we'd already tried a couple of times before deciding it was, yeah, not as much fun as it'd looked like it was gonna be - but this...

I was so intent on the immediacy, the rhythm of the thing, howdirectly I could feel that he was into it, that I didn't notice I'd gone all kinda animalistic, that I'd hustled him across the room and manhandled him onto the bed, that I was now half-lying on him and ...

... crowding him pretty badly - I only twigged when he started pushing at me forcefully with the heels of his hands.

I recoiled, real fast. "Fuck! Shit. Sorry about that."

"No, you're good," he panted. "You're all good."

Based on how he looked, I wasn't so sure. I grimaced. "I, um, really am sorry..."

He met my eye, very directly. "I, um, really didn't mind. At all."

Oh. Oh. Likethat. Instinctively, my hands went to his waistband...

He grabbed my wrist. "Declan! I need a moment! That's what I was trying to-"

"I know, I know, but let mesee! I'll just look...and maybe blow on it a tiny bit..."

He laughed weakly. "I doubt you can even blow on it right this minute..."

He let me take his pants off, though. And push his t-shirt up to his armpits. He lay there half-dressed and hot-cheeked, ribcage heaving, his pale abdomen and over-inflated dick flinching every few seconds, and let me sit and stare at what I'd done to him.

I ran the backs of my fingers up the outside of his near thigh, gently. "Fuck, you look so good..."

He rolled his eyes, like I was being ridiculous. "You're the one with the bod..."

I took him in - all of him, from those graceful arched feet that'd first caught my eye, all the way up to his embarrassed, horny, hesitant face, and stroked his thigh again.

"No, this is nice. It's really fuckin' nice. Not kidding."

I meant it. Which was strange in a way, because objectively...if I tried to step back, mentally? He was just a fairly ...