Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... inexplicable delirious heat. It wasn't only the semi-starvation aspect, I concluded - it was...all of it. The dark cobwebby musty secretsordidness of fucking in a disused equipment shed was definitely part of the appeal...

As far as the rest of my life went, the partial hiatus from Symon and the slightly shorter hiatus from work over Christmas/New Year meant that I got the last of my shit together. Although the true catalyst for that was Dad making me tidy my room...

They got me luggage for Christmas, which is a message if I ever saw one...But I needed them, and they were quality - two decent sized hard-shell cases on wheels. Boxing Day began not with a late-morning coffee and a shower, but with Dad arriving in my room carrying a roll of black bin bags before I'd even got up.

"Hopefully those are big enough," he said, with a jerk of his chin toward my new luggage. "How this works is, if you want it, you need to be able to take it with you. Everything else...goes in these."

"Jeez, you're pretty fucking keen to see the back end of me, aren't you?" I hissed as I sat up in bed. "I'm not going for another four weeks!" And two days. Which makes, if you take the remainder of the eleven out...

"It's not that," Dad said, intervening on my fuck-calendar calculations. "But I've done this before, remember? Twice. And I've wised up a bit. I'm not getting stuck with a load of your crap that you never come back for, okay? I had to pay over a hundred dollars to dispose of all ...

... the assorted junk Jason left behind! A hundred dollars ofmy money - to get rid ofhis shite from my house! And while I think of it-" "The bike?" I interjected.

He nodded grimly. "The bike..."

In the moment, with the lack of coffee, the lack of Symon, and the lack of time - it was all a bit much.

"Okay," I snapped, leaping from the bed, coming toe-to-toe and eye-to-eye with him. "I-will-sell-it..."

He blinked first. And backed away.

"I'm not trying to make you leave," he said, as he exited the room. "I'm trying to make youpick up after yourself. It's part of being an adult. Deal with it."

I actually needed that reminder, that verbal kick up the pants. The bike was my bike, and I needed to deal with it. Going away to uni was my plan, and I needed to deal whatever came along with it - all of it.

So that's what I did. I bought a new laptop in the Boxing Day sales, put my old one and my bike up for sale on TradeMe. I went methodically through the contents of my bedroom, sorting things into 'keep' and 'chuck' piles, checked that the 'keep' stuff actually fitted in my cases, filled the black bags with the rest.

Then, when I'd done all that and I had no good reason to stall any longer, I booked myself a bus ticket. For the afternoon of the day before Symon was leaving. It was as late as I could leave it. He wouldn't be able to see me the morning of his flight, given his Mum was taking the day off work to drive him to the airport...

So, by the time the eleven ...