Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... had worked, on at least one previous occasion...

So I didn't give him the spiky defensive reaction he was looking for. Instead, I gently took hold of his chin and I kissed him all deep and slow and syrupy until he was sagging into me and pleading with his body, then I drew back, putting my forehead to his, looking right into his eyes, and whispered;

"I'm not gonna pike on you, babykins. Promise..."

And then I walked out, and left him hanging.

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I already knew I was grateful - that he'd introduced the topic, that he'd kinda...volunteered as tribute - but when it came to the day, to the hour, to the moment? When it came to the point where he stripped down and gamely got on all fours at the edge of the mattress facing away and pretty much turned the proceedings over to me, I realised how vulnerable he was making himself, how bloodygutsy he actually was to be going through with this - and I was impressed on top of my gratitude.

And then - andthen when the soft head of my dick was first swallowed up inside him I felt a sense of something close to wonder. Just utter childlike awe. It was there - I could see it - and then it wasn't. There again. And gone. Like a conjurer's trick. Magic. It's magic...

I took hold of his hips, pressing gently inward. Oh god. Magic. Yeah.

Symon dropped to his elbows, face in hands. He'd groaned something, a jesus or a jeepers, as he first met the hard meat of my shaft. Now he was quiet, breathing fairly ...

... deliberately - almost panting, actually.

I remembered I had to not be a dick about this. "You doing okay?"

A really nondescript grunt was all the answer I got.

"You want me to stop? Pull out?"

"Nope."

One word, muffled by his hands, short - curt even, but it ignited me all over. It was the most definitive andabsolute 'nope' I ever heard. Zero processing time, zero need to weigh it up...god, you total fucking champ...

I got a slow shallow rhythm going, still basically in awe, still marvelling at how unbelievably alive and responsive and different this part of his anatomy felt - at how fully wild this was, and yet how...normal. My body understood this, on a primal level. My hips knew what they needed to do.

It's supposed to be awkward, the first time. Awkward and full of fumbling and over almost before it begins. But it wasn't, and it wasn't. It started off good and it got better. I couldn't bottom out - there was a wall in there, a genuine barrier maybe an inch short of my length, and I didn't wanna be banging at it, so I stayed about half-buried and just shunted gently back and forth.

After a while Symon was back up on his hands and moving with - or against - me, and the strokes got deeper, swifter, surer. It felt incomparable and it looked possibly even better than that. His long white back, sweeping toward me, cleaving in two to form the curve of his arse, my warmer-toned hips and thighs approaching - though still not meeting - it, and bridging the gap, my ...