Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... glow in anticipation - and then instead of feeding it to him, I stroked it gently all over his face and neck, continuous but random, and Symon...

His mouth would drop open anytime I drifted close-ish, then he'd close it again when I changed the trajectory, then it'd open again when it seemed like I might be gonna...eventually he started twisting his head to try and follow, and I could see when his eyes met mine that on some level he resented being toyed with like this, but on some other, more instinctual, level, he was gonna go after that dick until he got it, regardless of how it was making him look...

I rolled deliciously in the memory until I came, and I slept like a baby - and in the morning I had plenty of other stuff to be stressing about, so it was easy enough to shelve it...

We went swapsies, me then him, me then him, me then him, me then him, and at no point did I run up against any thunderclap, any epiphany, any rip in the time-space continuum where I suddenly, innately understood why being fucked was such a huge deal for...people who weren't me, but somewhere along the way Idid discover that if I could just take the thing as it was without wasting bandwidth thinking about what itwasn't, I could get into it a whole lot more. Which probably ought to have been obvious from the outset...

The trick seemed to be to focus on Symon, on the cues he was throwing out - the initial transition from super-tentative poking to actual fucking, the building, almost ...

... runaway energy I felt coming off him, the way his breathing segued from pant-y to...kinda stuttery, when he was getting close, the way his fingers dug hard into my hips when he was gettingreal close, the way he stayed balls-deep and pressed up against me for quite a while after he was done, like he was super-reluctant for it to be over...

Which was why it was a major, major surprise when he went and noped out of the thing. I could tell he was kinda wound up about something the minute I got in his room, but...yeah. We were both in the final term of school ever and there were assessments flying in from every direction,all of them the most important one, so there was plenty for him to be stressed about without it being anything to do with me.

He wasultra wound up though, very...jumpy and un-still. How do I calm him down? I thought. How do I - give him something else to think about. Yeah. That. And then...well, cumming isn't a cure for being stressed, any more than caffeine's a cure for being tired, but it's a treatment...

I got behind him and grabbed him to me, wrapping my arms around and holding his down, and ground against him - not gentle, letting him feel how hungry I was.

"You gonna let me suck that pretty cock of yours?" I growled, once he was flexing, moving with me. "You gonna let me have it? Let me have a taste, eh? I've been thinking about it all the way here..." And before. And before.

Symon didn't say anything, but he kept flexing with my grinding, and when ...