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Head Boy
Date: 3/10/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: bysjreardon
... dick, a dark piston sheathed in its paler cylinder, fitted where it was meant to be and doing what it was meant to do... Back and forth, back and forth...I reached past his hip and underneath, searching for his dick and finding it, as I expected, parallel to his stomach...it was twelve o'clock all the time with that guy... I skated the surface gently, not gripping, just flat palming the skin in vague circles, figures of eight, switching directions every now and then and stillmajorly enjoying the view as Symon's head reared then dropped and reared then dropped and he whined and gargled in response to the added stimulation, while somehow continuing to rock back on my dick... Eventually he slapped my hand away so he could jerk himself in earnest, quiet again and stiffening up all over and suddenly there was this internal assault from his arse, an insane amping up of pressure while at the same time it seemed like he was trying to force me out, and I felt an urgent and bone-deep need to retaliate against it andram myself into him as deep and hard as possible- Wait, no, don't be a dick! I bunched a fist against the rear of his thigh to maintain the space and slammed myself hard into that instead, once, twice, three, four times, and that was all it took...Coming down, my hearing and vision recrystallised in time to be aware that Symon had shot as well - that actually, that was probably what the so-good-it-was-mental clamming up on me had been... I pulled out, ...
... suddenly feeling unbelievably tired - but the best kind of tired, the whole-body heavy limbed mind-if-I-just-lie-here-and-die kind... I did not get to just lie there and die, because being a pair of rookies, we never thought to put a towel down on the bed, and there was cum on the duvet cover. Like, a lot of it. What is it with bodily fluids - you try to clean them from something and end up making an even bigger mess? We had to take it off in the end. Symon threw it in the washing machine with a bunch of his clothes - "Guess I'll just say I spilled coffee on it," he sighed - and I helped him wrangle a fresh one on. Then...I mean, I figured we were done for the day, but I didn't wanna just walk out. I was still rolling in the echoes of that awe, and it made me feel quite...quite...I dunno. Only, the notion of buying somebody flowers or taking them out to dinner suddenly didn't seem as utterly pointless as it always previously had. Like, if somebody let you dothat, it kinda made sense to...to be nice to them... Though obviously I wasn't gonna buy him any flowers. Or take him out to dinner. But- "Well, you managed not to be a dick about it," Symon muttered, flopping in the middle of the fresh-made bed and gesturing me down. "So...congratulations, I guess..." He sounded vaguely condescending, and I felt slightly less like buying him flowers. Though...only slightly. I pulled his feet into my lap and started massaging them. "So-oo," I began. "Do you think we could do a ...