Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... the throbby pleadingness of it? The sound of flesh slapping flesh wasnothing in comparison. I could have heard it ten thousand times and it wouldn't have gotten old...

Except I wasn't gonna hear it ten thousand times. Not even close. Because-

Fuck. This. Shit.

I stopped, buried deep and holding myself up in a half-plank, and let my head droop. Waited it out, until my chest uncramped and my breathing steadied. Then I lowered myself down, took hold of his shoulder, and tugged us onto our sides, spooning.

Slowly, I fucked him, slowly, slowly, slowly...dragging it out, knowing I wouldn't even make ten thousandseconds, because ten thousand seconds is nearly three hours, and in three hours I was gonna be on a bus...

Slowly. Slowly. I held his hip, I held his dick, I held his hand, and when he said;

"Declan, plea-ease..." Sounding like he was coming apart at the seams, I held his thigh instead, lifting it up, pumping in hard - and gave him what he was asking for.

The contractions of his arse as he came maybe thirty seconds later forced me out of him, which I could've taken as a cue to leave. Instead I stayed spooning him, my dick nestled wetly at the intersection of cheeks and thighs. It'd increase the mess, sure. But there was a towel down, because we weren't rookies any more. So there was that, at least. There was that.

I draped an arm over him, feeling his heartbeat settle back to normal as I replayed the last hour in my head. Thelast hour. There were no ...

... words to describe how my name had sounded, forced out in rhythmic gusts. No way to explain what I'd felt kneeling over him with my face in his neck, smelling his hair, tasting his skin, all my senses drenched in him...

I couldn't verbalise that - any of it, but it felt like I shouldn't just walk away without sayingsomething. Keep it light, though, I told myself, keep it light. There's no need to bring him down as well...

"It's weird, y'know," I sighed, nuzzling in to the base of his neck. "I actually ended up liking you a lot more than I thought I would..."

I felt him nod. Slowly. And I heard the ragged edge to his voice as he said;

"Is that right, douchebag? Did you actually? Wellactually I did too..."

Yeah. This thing turned into athing somehow, while neither of us were looking.

I took a deep breath. In. Out. "So...what do we do?"

For a few moments there was only the white noise of the sea, but then-

"Nothing," he said quietly. "You need to go...and do your stuff, and I need to go and do mine. It makes no sense for us to do anything different." His ribcage rose and fell jerkily under my arm, before he whispered; "Ihate that it makes no sense. I hate it so much."

He sounded strange. I craned my neck to look at him, and...he was crying. Symon. Okay, notsobbing-crying. Just...silently leaking tears into the mattress.

God. Symon...I tightened my arm around him, sealing us together once more. There was nothing I could say that would help, that would ...