Head Boy - Sex Stories

Head Boy

... sweep, catching him at the waist and pivoting him over me to land with a bounce on the bed, on the wall side, nowhere to go...

And then I was on him, before he could regroup. At his ribs - all over his ribs, the t-shirt shoved up and his skin under my fingers...god, so nice.So nice. Symon, laughing helplessly, slapping at my hands, Symon, wriggling like a fish and definitely loving it as least as much he hated it...Symon, warm and alive and way way more than justavailable. I began to glimpse the idea that sex was a whole-ass thing, a vastly bigger thing than I'd imagined...

Eventually I stopped, because it seemed like he needed to catch his breath. I lay on my side, propped on one elbow, just watching him while the panting mostly wound down and he straightened his clothes. Then he looked me over, like I was doing to him.

"Damn, you magnificent beast," he huffed. "You've got shoulders like fuckingThor, y'know?" His eyes wandered around. "I'm starting to realise just how lucky I am that you didn't choose to take things the wrong way on Saturday..."

"Yeah?" I prompted.

He nodded. "Uh-huh. I really didn't know if it would work, baiting you like that. I thought you'd be seriously in denial, trying super-hard to be the super-straight dude every Friday and Saturday night..."

I surprised even myself by admitting it. Probably it had something to do with - finally - being in a context where Icould say what was true.

"To be honest? I think if I was, like, ...

... eighty-twenty, Iwould be, yeah, leaning real hard into the twenty and trying to forget about the rest. Bu-u-t...it's not gonna happen. There's just nothing to work with there. It's..."

Symon nodded again. "I hear you." He tapped his chest. "Same over here. Spent a lot of my life resenting it, but..." A grin broke out. "...but it feels likethat might be about to change..."

Yeah. Hopefully. I took one of his hands and started tracing around it. He had nice hands as well. Slim, graceful, just the right degree of bony, like his feet...

Continuing the exploration of his hand, I gestured with my head toward the instrument in the corner. "How long've you been playing that?"

His face screwed up briefly as he presumably counted back. "Five years? Six, maybe?"

I folded his fingers down over my thumb, laid across his palm. "Good grip, then, eh?"

He went pink. "I guess..."

I'd been hoping he'd say, 'want me to prove it?' or something like that. It felt like I'd led him there, laid the groundwork, but it didn't happen. I realised I didn't really know how you moved from here to...the next bit. Porn gifs aren't much of guidebook for that.

Do I justask? I wondered, as I caressed his hand some more. Just say; can I undress you? Can I touch your dick? Can I - or would that put him off? Freak him out? Surely not. He wasn't looking to be romanced - he flat-out offered himself to me as anoption where I got to do something - but...

I was jerked out of the tangle in my head by ...