Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... too..."

I kissed the heels of his hands, one after another, before letting them go. "Yup. It's how I want it too. It's how I want itnow. Undress for me..."

The resentment flared briefly, then died as I stroked his cheek. "C'mon, honey..."

Since the first, accidental, time I said that, I'd only used it in a vaguely ironic way, but it seemed to work just the same...

He sat and peeled the t-shirt off, all the way off this time. Popped the button at his waist, hooked his thumbs in both layers of clothing, pushed them down as far as he could reach. Then he lay down again and kinda scrubbed them the rest of the way off with his feet.

Seeing him laid out like that, throbbing for me, for the last time? It almost hurt. Itdid hurt.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," I whispered, and as he tried to protest; "I know, I know - you don't see it. But you're not sitting here watching you, are you...?"

He shook his head, grinned ruefully, and rolled over onto his front. Mm, yeah, I thought. Asking for it, aren't you? Because since that stolen Saturday night a month or so ago when his parents were drunk, we'd tended more and more toward fucking prone. Though we couldn't finish like that, because Symon couldn't reach himself, we often started that way...

But when I thought about how itstarted-started...I wanted to close the circle, somehow. Return to the beginning. So it was up on all fours at the edge of the mattress, towel down this time because we weren't rookies ...

... any more...

I watched, again, my dick disappear into him. The resistance of his ring, the melting smoothness beyond, the compression-in-every-direction...it was different today, for a host of reasons. But still magic. Still magic.

And the way he shivered and shuddered andfelt with his whole body what I was doing to one specific part of him, the way he went looking for more once he was ready for it, fucking himself onto me...and his hands and his feet and his skin and...so many things overlaid, like some kind of symphony, but at the end of this movement-

I couldn't let myself think it. I leaned forward over him, all along his back, and buried my face behind an ear, breathing him in. My arm, underneath and across and gripping the far shoulder, kept him captive while I licked and sucked and bit, trying, trying somehow to get closer - even though I was already inside him.

After a while, he was writhing in my grasp, but I knew for sure that he wasn't trying to get away. He wanted the same thing as I did. More.

The instinct to fuck, really fuck, surged up through my veins, overruling caution, sadness - thought. I pushed him down flat, re-aligned myself, and started pounding, letting myself go. Symon whimpered and whined for minute or so like he always did when I put him on his front, but instead of fading into grunts, he started gasping my name over and over in time with my thrusts.

Declan, Declan, Declan...He'd never done that before. Which was a pity because, ugh, ...