Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... base of his jersey, arms crossed, peeling it off and over his head inside-out. The shirt rode up with it, but settled back down, the curved rear hem almost perfectly framing the creases of his arse as they met his thighs. And if he bent over it would ride up for a glimpse, and then...

Mm, I thought. Maybe...maybe that can stay on.

Symon half-turned back toward me, undoing the shirt's last centre button, supposedly focused on his task. Then, as he fumbled with the first tiny cuff button, I suddenly said;

"Stop. Stop there."

He paused, then allowed himself to properly smile, as I breathed;

"Yeah. Nowthat's a good look..."

I stepped in close, helping myself to handfuls of creamy semi-concealed butt, squeezing and lifting, feeling the soft light fabric graze the backs of my hands.

"Okaaay..." Symon muttered into my shoulder. "I think I know wherethis is going..."

Spinning him so he faced away, I hooked my wrists in his elbows and pulled them back behind him, holding him fast by the fabric covering them, bunched in my left hand.

"Youthink you know?" I hissed into his neck. "Youknow you know where this is going, Symon...Ward...Mortlock. It's going exactly where you wanted it to..."

I reached for one of the front tails, twisting it to a point, and forced it in through a still-buttoned cuff, tugging it out again at the placket, repeating the motion on the other side, then tied the creased and mangled tails together, trapping his hands. It wasn't the ...

... world's greatest knot - too much bulk and insufficient length - and almost certainly wouldn't hold if he properly pulled against it, but I figured he didn't need to be made aware of that...

I walked behind him to the bed, holding my knot and supporting him as he got one knee, then the other, up onto the bed. Still holding it - because how was he gonna balance, without arms? - I pushed his torso down, down until his head and chest were against the mattress and his arse was presenting in the finest possible way. Looking at him, I thought he'd probably struggle to get up from that position. He'd probably struggle to move much at all, unless he could pull the knot undone...

I put a towel down. I got a condom. And some lube. I fingered him a little - he really didn't need much coaxing open these days, but hey, why not? I played with his taint, reached down to cup his balls. Deliberately dawdling - stalling - because I was pretty sure that if I waited long enough...

"Aggh, comeon already!" Symon growled.

Mm-hmm....there it is. I gave him the tip. "You want this?"

"Yesss!" He hissed.

Another two inches. "This?"

"Yes," he breathed, already sounding slightly vague.

Another...few. "All of this?" It wasn'tall- all, not in this position, but...

"Yeszz," he mumbled.

Okay. Nice and drunk-like...that's what we're after. I held his hips and pumped for maybe a minute, long swift strokes, then let go with my hands and eased back so only my tip was inside.

"You want ...