Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

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He stood and leaned over his desk to close the curtain against the westering sun poking sharply into the room, before flopping back into his chair. "Myfanwy's already over there doing her post-doc," he said, "which is a bonus in some ways. City that size, I won't have to see her if I don't want to, but Mum and Dad will worry less, y'know..."

Myfanwy. What a bloody name. "Does everybody in your family have to have a name filled with 'y's?" I asked him.

Symon's head swung round to meet me with an utterly blank expression. "Oh, my fucking god," he breathed, after a moment. "Oh, that is...uggh..." Dropping his head in his hands.

I grimaced, worried I'd touched some really sensitive nerve. "He-e-ey? Are you okay?

He raised his head again. "Yeah, I'm fine. Totally fucking fine. I only literally just realised that I have a dad named Kelvyn,with a 'y', and a mum named Kimber-"

"Well, that's okay," I interjected. "Kimberley issupposed to have a 'y'."

He glared. 'No, it has two 'y's.Kym- berley. Three syllables and two 'y's. Like Myfanwy. And Dad is two syllables and one 'y'. Like me." He pulled on his hair and growled. "Ohhh, those fuckers! That's so fuckingdumb! I am going to change my name!"

"No need for that," I soothed. "It's fine. Most people aren't gonna know, are they?"

His eyes rolled whitely. "But it's so fuckingdumb!" he repeated.

"You could just switch to your middle name, I guess?"

"No thank you!" he spat. "I have enough ...

... surnames already! I am not gonna go around being Penbury Ward-Mortock..."

Ooh. Oof. I really couldn't think of anything to say that'd makethat better. But seeing him pull on his hair just before - it'd got me going again. I straddled the chair, crotch right up in his face, flexed my hips, stroked his cheek...

"You need distracting right now, by any chance?"

A reluctant grin escaped as he reached for my button. "I guess..." He had my dick out already, loosely stroking and fondling with both hands. "So what'syour middle name?"

"Erangi," I told him. My Koro's name.One of his names. One of his many names...

Symon looked up through his lashes. It made a great picture. "Ohh, that's nice," he breathed. "That'sreal nice..."

Nicer thanPenbury, that's for sure. But..."It wouldn't work on you."

"No," he sighed. "It wouldn't work on me." He leaned in toward my cock. "Nor would this, unfortunately..."

"I dunno," I breathed, laying it against his cheek. "I think it looks lovely on you..."

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A couple of weeks later we were cleaned up and zipped up, waiting to recharge, and Symon asked me if I'd be down for game of cards.

I shrugged. "Okay? What are you looking to play?"

"Poker?" he suggested, sitting at his desk and sliding a pack of cards out of the drawer.

"You can't play poker with only two people!" I protested.

He frowned up at me kinda quizzically. "Sure you can..."

I folded. "Well, okay. I haven't seen it done. But what would I ...