Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... sit-rep here? Like, a report back from the land of the freshly de-virginised?"

Symon glared and kicked out - gently - at my package. "Ehhh, fuck you!"

"Next week," I assured him, recapturing his foot. "Meantime...I'm serious. As in, now that you know - is there anything I should know? Like, in preparation?"

His mouth quirked. "Put a towel down...?"

Okay. Fair enough. But not what I was really asking.

"Mm. Definitely. But, um, what...what should I expect? Like, what did itfeel like?"

"Oh god,really? You are the worst!" He rolled his eyes at me, then put his hands over his face as he started to talk. "I...umm...look, it hurt at the beginning, but only for...who knows? I wasn't exactly trying to keep track of time. Probably thirty seconds, max. Maybe less."

He lay down away from me, leaving his feet in my lap, and stretched his arms over his head, staring up at the ceiling. "After that it was just kinda...overwhelming," he mused. "Like...really a lot going on. And then...and then, after a while longer it was...I don't know how to put this...still overwhelming, but in a good way? I couldn't...focus, couldn't think - I could hear you saying stuff but it didn't really, uh, compute..."

His eyes returned to my face. "So. Yeah," he shrugged. "I guess overwhelming, but in a good way, is probably a decent general summary." After a pause, he prompted; "How about you?"

Hah.Now I got it. Super embarrassing. But I started this whole thing.

"Um...yeah." I ...

... breathed. "I liked it. It was...different than a mouth. Hotter. Smoother. It was..." I stopped as I realised I couldn't really unpick it, because somehow it wasn't about thefeeling, great though that was, as much as it was the whole experience, and that the two things couldn't be divorced from one another. Yeah, it felt good, but even more,I felt good. I felt real good while we were doing that.

I shut my eyes, trying to recall, to distill something I could give him. "It looked awesome," I heard myself mutter. "As in,un-believable. Like, I'm gonna be replaying that clip for weeks. Months. Maybe even years - it was that fine."

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And then the next Friday, it was my turn. I was...mm. Nervous, yeah. But a different kind of nervous than I took with me into 'this is a big one, this actually matters' tests and assessments. Rather than amped up, I actually felt slightly...spacey. This actually matters - but it's mostly out of my hand. It matters, but some other guy makes it happen.

That's a dumb way to be thinking of it, I told myself, as I turned onto his street. It's not like hedid nothing while you were fucking him last week. He was involved, he was making it happen. And he liked it...

Eh. It was somewhat off-topic forme to be dwelling on railinghim, given the circumstances, but I'd done a lot of thinking about it over the past week, always with explosive results, and recalling it now was making me feel more horny and less...whatever that other feeling was, so I ...