Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... ordinary looking, fairly slim, slightly-taller-than-usual white guy with default brown hair and grey eyes.

But I didn't so much see those things, because I'd seen other things. Things like how clever his fingers were, how far back he could tip his head, how his cheeks hollowed out when he was sucking me with everything he had, not because he was trying to get it over with, but because hejust wanted my cum. Again.

I'd seen every inch of him, every freckle and every mole, the dip of his lower back, the sharp protrusion of a couple of vertebrae at the base of his neck. I'd seen the whole package, and I knew - okay, so I was the one with the bod, apparently - buthe was the one with nipples that exactly matched the shade of his lips, with a dick that exactly matched them both, all of them perfectly the same, the most perfect, perfect, dusty, dusky, pink...It was my favourite colour - now. I mean, if anybodyasked me about my favourite colour, I was gonna shrug and say, 'Black, I guess', like I always had, but it wasn't the case. Not anymore...

Symon saw me shifting position and shook his head. "Nope, still too keyed up..."

I laid my head on his hip. "I'm just gonna blow on it..."

He huffed out a breath. "Hah! You arenot..."

That was probably true, I thought. If I was close enough to blow on it, I'd be close enough to alll-mossst reach if I stretched out my tongue, and what were the chances I'd be able to resist? Low, that's for sure...

Weirdly, when I was at ...

... home, alone, reaching into my store of memories while I stroked myself, it was always him sucking me that I thought of - the pure concentration on his face, the sounds he made, the feel of it, just the general glory of the thing. But when we were together, it almost swung the other way. What Ireally wanted was...my mouth just wanted to be around him. How can amouth want something, I hear you say? I don't know, okay? But it can...

I licked a slow swipe up the side of his shaft.

"Declan!" He hissed. His voice hadn't gone back to normal yet - nor his breathing. "Declan. It'll take, like,three seconds..."

"So? It's still gonna feel good, you know it is. And you'll hold on way longer next time..."

Yeah. We figured out fairly quickly that you could squeeze two rounds into an hour and bit, if you got the first one out of the way without too much preamble...

He let me. He put his hand to the back of my head and hooked his thumb into the loop my hair made in its elastic tie, which is how I knew he was gonna let me. He always wanted to hold me like that when I went down on him. The first time he did it I went still as a statue and gave him a massive serving of side-eye...

"I get it," he assured me. "It's an ideal handle, but...no face-fucking, huh?"

I nodded slowly, feeling the extra weight of his hand tugging as I did, keeping my gaze fixed on him. That's right, matey. Ab-solutely none.

"You really think I'd have tried that?" he whispered, once I was down at his ...