Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... groin. "Onyou? With that thing you're packing? I'm no masochist..."

Nah. He wasn't a masochist. He was just a regular guy, who happened to have a body - and a dick - that I really seriously liked, who also happened to find me hot, who happened to be as hungry for all of this as I was...

It took longer than three seconds, but honestly probably less than thirty, before his hips locked and he was thrusting up and saying; "Fu-u-uck...", all whiny-but-throaty and ugh,yeesss!! Every time it happened, I felt this mad surge of - almost triumph, this crazy spiking feral energy. It made me want...let's maybe not go into all the things it made me want...

I knelt up beside him, looking down, unzipping my jeans. "Let me cum on you," I growled. "You know I like that..."

His eyes met mine. "Yeahhh..." he breathed.

Yeah. That wasn't simple agreement. He liked it too. With that strange exultant savagery running high in my veins, I noticed he was still lying as I'd arranged him when I deprived him of his pants - far leg crooked, the near one straight, arms outflung, even the hand that'd been on my head back in its original position as he watched me watch him.

"Don't you move," I told him, taking hold of myself. "You stay like that - you stay exactly like I put you, 'til I'm done with you.."

A trailing sigh as his eyes travelled slowly, blearily, to mine. "Yeahhhh..."

My breath caught. Ohshit. Thirty seconds was about all I lasted, too...

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In between ...

... times, in the necessary lull before round two, we had to find something to talk about, something to do, given we weren't exactly gonna lie and cuddle. We'd clean up and get dressed and usually...feel awkward for a couple of minutes, but a topic generally presented itself.

At the beginning, I gave him a lot of grief about school, about being a blue-blazer wearer, future upstanding citizen, etc., but as time went on I felt less and less inclined to do so. As much as anything, it was because I was starting to suspect that despite the yawning gulf in personal circumstances and our divergent stylistic and musical tastes, we had a lot more in common than a shared interest in dicks and machinery...

We both needed to understand thewhy of a thing in addition to the how, we both worked hard for our grades but needed it to seem like we didn't. Both worried about a lot of shit but made sure it looked like we didn't. Both arrogant - just with slightly different flavour profiles. Both laser-focussed on doing well this year so that next year and all the other years wouldn't have to be livedhere...

I was planning on heading to Auckland - had my eye on a couple of small undergrad scholarships - but Symon was going all the way to Melbourne. "At least, that's the plan," he told me. "Monash is the place to be if you wanna do genomics research in this part of the world, and if I do my undergrad there I can, like, point myself directly at the programme. Plus get to know the professors, ...