Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... Like always. He was wearing those drapey sweatpants again, with nothing under them, which always did it for me. Once we were in his room, I managed to drag the waistband down enough to get him in my mouth before he was properly hard. I re-ee-ally liked doing that, just parking my mouth on him and feeling him swell and fill up the space...

When he was hard - and he got sooo hard, Symon - I started to bob, his thumb tucked into my loop of hair as usual. I was accustomed to it by now, the warmth and the weight of his hand at the back of my head. I actually kinda liked it.

And then...he made a little mistake. He dug a finger under the elastic tie and pulled it off, and my hair spilled out and swung down around my face.

No. No fucking way. I pulled off quick, jerking back out of his reach and snatching for the tie, but he saw me coming and scrambled off the bed, dancing out of my grasp. Next time I reached for it, he threw it across the room, back in the direction of the bed.

I glared at him. "Oh, honey, you areseriously gonna regret doing that..."

He laughed. The bastard laughed at me. And then, as I was picking up the tie, he said;

"Hold up. Did you just call mehoney?"

I squinted, thinking back. "Eh. I might have. Is it a problem or something?"

He laughed again. "I don't mind. But it's kind ofgayer than I'd have expected, coming from you..."

Ohhh, matey...so many regrets...

I stepped in and grabbed an arm, twisting it up behind his back, looming ...

... close from behind. "Well I hate to break it to you -honey - but I am, in fact,gay..."

He was comfortable enough in my grip, despite the putative threat of it, that a small shove was all it took to toss him onto the bed face-first. I followed behind, falling prone on top of him, bearing down hard at the hips. He was relaxed even now, and his arse was a plush giving mass under me...

"I want to fuck you," I hissed into his ear. "And I guess that will be partly because I amgay," grinding again, "but mostly because I justalways want to fuck you." I wove my fingers between his, gripped hard, and breathed heavy into him. "I never stop wanting it. It never goes away. It never gets-"

Stop talking, Declan. Now.

Underneath me, Symon shuddered. "You - you can..." he whispered.

God, please yes...I let my forehead droop to his crown, my lips at the nape of his neck, my stupid hair still falling everywhere. Not that I cared about that anymore.

"Are you sure, though?" I checked. "It's real late, and I don't usually come here on Saturdays. Are you, like, prepped?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, you gave me fifteen minutes heads-up, and..."

Silence.

I ground in some more. "And? And what?"

He shuddered again and I heard him swallow, before he said, "...I always want it too..."

Fuck. That wasso hot to hear. Like, almost too hot.

I never even bothered with his top half, simply peeled off those stretchy pants while he lay there on his stomach and did the absolute ...