Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... I reached a hand down, he was hard. Ready for me. I let go and turned him so we were face to face.

He swallowed. "I think - can I do you first? Today?"

He still looked so worried. So worried. It didn't suit him. I wanted his face back to intense or hungry or loopy or embarrassed - or even angry. Just...not this.

I stroked his cheek, sat down on the edge of the bed. "Sure, no problem. Anything you want."

He started off soft, super soft. It was like - like butterflies landing on my dick or something, tiny flickers in a wet loose landscape, his jaw hanging and the tip of his tongue flickering, flickering here and there. Then he wrapped me up all warm and tight in his mouth, switching between burrowing into my piss-slit and plunging up and down as much as my length as he could manage, and in between those effortful episodes settling to a slow rhythmic tongue-massage...

Oh jesus. It was hard to keep quiet, impossible to keep still. He was reallyreally making this one count, and a sudden terror flashed across my mind, that this was the big send-off, the...end. That he'd decided he couldn't spare the time for this any longer, that he actually properly had to prioritise and he wanted me not to me mad about it, and...

Surely not, I thought, looking down at him nursing on me, absorbed, rapt - lost. Surely. Hopefully. Not.

"Oh god, you're so fucking good I almost can't bear it," I groaned, letting my voice rise and crack. "Fuck, I can't - I can't..."

I actually ...

... shook when I came - I saw it, my thighs shuddering - I actually made a weird moany sound, it was that intense...

You're supposed to be not horny any more right after you cum, but with Symon - it didn't quite work like that. His face, when he raised it, was shining with a layer of spit...I went to wipe it with my t-shirt when it occurred to me that it would be hot to gather it up with my hand instead and use it to jerk him before I went down on him.

But when I reached for his waistband he shimmied out of the way. I was suddenly really annoyed.

"Whatis this? Have you taken a fucking vow of chastity or something? Why can't I touch you?"

Eyes screwed shut, Symon held up a hand. "I just - I just wanna talk to you for a moment."

"Okay..."

I waited. And waited. And finally, still with his eyes closed, he said;

"So, what would you say you prefer, out of topping or bottoming? Like, if you had to choose?

I made sure to leave a pause before I answered, so it seemed like I was thinking about it. "I mean, probably topping...?" He nodded, swallowed. "Okay. So, um...if you were to be...like, mostly topping, going forward, you might not feel like you were missing out all that much?"

I blinked. "Ah, no? I'd - I'd be fine with that, if you...look, what are you actually saying here?"

He opened his eyes. "God, why does this have to be so awkward? I don't - Ireally don't want you to get the wrong idea, because Ido actually enjoy fucking you, but the thing is, I also ...