Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... find it...kinda stressful. Like, I have to be always...trying not to hurt you, trying to keep the angle right, trying to make it feel good, trying not cum just yet - so manythings, and it's - it feels like juggling hot coffees, basically, but when I bottom, it's not like that. It's not...there's no need to think, it just flows."

No need to think. It just flows. Yeah, that rang a bell with me. When I was inside Symon - it was the closest I ever got to being at one with myself. Whatever that means.

"That's cool," I told him, tipping my head to one side so he was forced to meet my gaze. "I have no problems with any of that."

He sighed. "Are yousure? You're not just saying that?"

I grabbed his hand and moulded it to my package. "Symon...this is me, thinking about unimpeded access to your arse. Less than ten minutes after I came pretty much as hard as I ever have. Does that answer your question? No? Okay then, I'll answer it properly."

I took hold of his face with both hands. "I will fuck you any time you want. Any time. Just say the word. Or evendon't say the word. You can just bend over. Works for me. Now, if you're done having emotional crises for today, can Iplease go down on you already?"

He laughed shakily. "I guess..."

I knelt by the edge of the bed and urged him down so his upper body was flat, stripping off his pants and briefs then spreading his legs wide, far wider than I actually needed them.

"Can I finger you while I'm sucking you?"

Symon ...

... pushed up on his elbows and regarded me worriedly. "I'm not...not sure if that's such a great idea right now. I mean, I didn't..."

"And if I was happy to take the risk?"

He blushed, really comprehensively. "Oh god, what have I done...?"

"Created a monster," I told him. "Alright then, not today. But sometime, okay?"

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We did do that, sometime, and then a few more times - he was amuch bigger fan of fingers than me - and I was a fan of anything that made him all uninhibitedly needy, if only for a few minutes. We did the other things, and I continued my initiation into the mysteries of poker, though we never actually got around to playing.

We saw, but mostly ignored, each other every Saturday down at the rail sheds, and after a couple of weeks in November where everything felt very uncomfortably compressed into just-not-enough time, school was over forever and we were staring down an entire summer of clandestine fucking...

We planned it. Well, okay, it was Symon's idea, and it was a great one.

"You should grab some evening work over the break," suggested one afternoon in October. "Because...if we both do that, then we're both free during the day, and the house'll be empty all day Tuesday to Friday..."

His mum was working from home on Mondays for the next few months, but hey...four days - whole days? Quite a step up from the two narrow envelopes of time we'd been making do with. My dick wasabsolutely up for that. So I signed on for some ...