Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... know? I never actually played..."

Symon put the cards back. "Mm. Well, I guess we won't be doing that. But you should totally learn. It's a great game."

He opened his laptop and sat on the bed, motioning me beside him. I watched as he got Twitch started up and pondered the options.

"The commentary on a lot of these is really fuckin' annoying," he said. "Poker's a quiet game. Or a least it should be. Actually, this one's not so bad..."

He clicked on the thumbnail, and then of course he kept talking over top of the stream, occasionally pausing, or pointing particular stuff out, and I kinda listened, and I kinda watched the table play, and it didn't make a whole load of sense, but I didn't hugely care because this was just filler until I got to cum again - until I got to make him cum again... Symon on the other hand was clearly passionate about the topic and seemed to feel that my inability to play was a major personality defect. As a result we wound up watching some stream while he acted as commentator/tutor every time I visited, and yeah, I started to pick it up...stakes, wagers, probabilities...it's all maths underneath...

I was never gonna have his zeal for it, though, and usually after twenty minutes or so, I'd burrow my hand down in between his arse and the mattress, or maybe let my fingers go wandering up inside his shirt. Sometimes I'd just gently put a hand over the lower half of his face and tell him; 'You can stop talking now...'

He closed the laptop ...

... abruptly one afternoon, before I'd got so far as groping, sat quiet for a few moments, then said;

"Hey, how do you feel about fucking? Is it, like, a save-it-for-marriage kind of deal, or what?"

I...uhh... "What? The...shit?Marriage?"

He elbowed me. "You know what I mean! Is it, is it something you'd want to reserve for...like, a serious relationship, or..."

"Or," I said.

He gulped. "Or...well, I mean, I guess I was-"

I put my hand over his mouth. God I liked doing that. I especially liked that he went with it. "Symon. You don't need to explain the 'or'. I got it. I voted for it."

I could feel how hot his face was, before he moved my hand. "Oh. Um. Right."

"Right," I agreed. "So-oo, how's this gonna work? Should we toss a coin or something?"

Symon shrugged. "If you want."

I shrugged back at him, exaggeratedly. "Well, what doyou want?"

He spread his hands, in place of a shrug. "I want to try both. Top and bottom. I don't care what order." A thick silence spread between us, before he muttered; "I...can go underneath. First. If you want. Friday, maybe? Just...don't be a dick about it, okay?"

I laid a hand on his knee and squeezed. "I'm not gonna be a dick about it, am I? Not when I'm letting you have a go at me after..."

He nodded slowly. "Are you, though?"

What thefuck? Was my first thought. Are you suggesting- and then I realised. He was manipulating me. Baiting me again. For insurance. Because he wasn't certain of me. Because baiting ...