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Head Boy
Date: 3/10/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: bysjreardon
... pane and inflating his mouth... I laughed and stepped up to the glass to do it back. It was...kinda fun, but honestly not nearly as fun as if there wasn't a barrier between us, and...Why not? I thought, pulling on the door, slipping in with him. We made out like that - wide open mouths, slow and dreamy, casually feeling one another up - the spray directed mostly at the wall, gently tickling us here and there, neither hot nor cold...just nice. On and on it went and I was in awe of him again - how comparatively frail he seemed, but how much he could take, how he seemed to thrive on it...I ran my hand down his spine, down his crack, and hooked a couple of fingers in his arse. There was no resistance...the merest hint of rubbery pillowy-ness at the margin, and inside a sleek hot hug... I closed the kiss, sucking desperately on his tongue as he flexed back and forth against my fingers, reaching down my free hand to wrap him up while both of his twined around me, sliding and twisting...We came together, standing tangled and propping one another up, Symon's hole clutching tiredly about my invading fingers... ---------------- It was the last day. The last, last day. Also, I guess, the first day - of the rest of my life - if I could only turn my thoughts that way. Later, perhaps... He was quiet to begin with. But then so was I. It was actually a tiny bit awkward, in a way that made me think about the first time... He had poked me with his foot. Which I'd ...
... already been eyeing. I grabbed it, asked him if he was ticklish. He lied...tried to get away...ended up pinned down and half tickled to death...and there was kinda no going back after that. Instead of grabbing at his foot, I lay on my side and kissed him, cupping his face in my hands at first, before letting them wander...down his ribs, up, down...gentle, unthreatening, and when he was warmed to it, sunk into the rhythm, I went up the inside, as if I was gonna coax his t-shirt off. He half-sat to help me, but I stopped partway, with it inside out over his face and conveniently holding his arms up. A forearm over his chest pushing him back down kept him pinned and...moderately still, so my free hand and lips could roam his ribs and near armpit at will... "Oh, youfucker!" Symon half-laughed, half-sobbed from under the fabric, struggling in the hottest imaginable way. He kicked out, wildly, at nothing. "Aggh! You absolute cocksucking mongrel!" I took my mouth off him for a moment. "Was that meant to be an insult?Any of it? I come from a distinguished line of mongrels, you've had direct experience of my cock-sucking, and I'm the fucker becausethat's how you want it!" I wrenched the t-shirt back down, exposing his damp, extertion-reddened face, and grabbed at his wrists before he could slap me. "Isn't it?" I hissed. "That's how you want it..." I saw in his eyes the now-familiar amalgam of umbrage and lust as he blushed further and muttered; "It's how you want it, ...