Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... night-fill at a supermarket, Wednesday through Sunday, and Symon got himself a Tuesday through Saturday waiting job at a restaurant down the line a bit.

We woke up in our separate domiciles and got up in our own sweet time, no alarms or schedules, and by early afternoon on the designated days I'd inevitably find myself hungry for more than food, my footsteps gravitating toward his street like I was being towed...we wrestled and tickled and licked and sucked and bit and fucked and generally explored each other with all the time in the world and no fear of interruption, four days out of the seven, and...

You'd think it would've been enough. You'd think it would've been plenty, for both of us.

You'd think. But you'd be wrong, because when I got a text from him a few minutes to midnight on a Saturday halfway through December...

~Just got home from shift. Mum messaged. They went to Dad's work Christmas thing. Both v. drunk so staying in hotel in town tonight. Wanna come over?~

...what I did not think was that I was actually really tired and my back ached and I'd rather sleep.

What I thought was; Hell, yeah...and what I replied, already tramping down our driveway, was fairly similar.

"So, there is some bad news," Symon told me, as he let me into his house. "I found out today that Myfanwy's coming home for Christmas this year, which - okay, sure, great. But turns out she's gonna be here for eleven days! And my grandparents will come down as well, and the ...

... house'll be, like, full of people, and if theydo ever all go out they'll make me go with them because, family, etcetera...!"

He grimaced. "I was prepared for a week of that shit," he muttered, "'cos Mum and Dad were always gonna be off between Christmas and New Year and inviting people over for barbecues and what all else. Buteleven fucking days - eleven non-fucking days!" He groaned. "God, I sound like an addict. Ifeel like an addict."

Mm. Eleven non-fucking days did seem...unappealing. I wondered if I could sneak him into my room somehow. My folks had a pretty relaxed approach to parenting - Dad had just spotted me leaving the house at midnight and not bothered to ask where I was going. It was a combination of me being less wild than either Scott or Jason, and of them being kinda old now and not looking to put in extra effort...

But one result of their low-effort approach to...honestly, most things - Christmas at our house would be a pre-frozen, pre-rolled boneless turkey roast, packet gravy, potatoes, and a Vienetta for dessert, followed by a snooze in front of the TV - was that they were almost always home, sitting in their respective Laz-a-boys, and, yeah...nah. Not game to try banging a boy just down the hall from that...

I grimaced too. "Eh, that sucks..."

He looked at me filthy. "There's not gonna be much of that happening either..."

I pushed him toward the stairs. "Yup. For eleven days. I get it. But I'm here now, aren't I?"

And I was hungry for him. ...