RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

Fuck.

I sit up and move across the bed towards him. I feel terrible now, making him gag like that. I'm such a bastard, only thinking about myself and thinking about me getting off.

"I'm sorry Baby, you don't have to it's OK," I smile, feeling so guilty now as he holds onto his chest with tears in his eyes where he's being coughing.

I rest my head on his shoulder and place my hand to his ribs and rub gently. I whimper a little from the guilt but also from the fact I am still painfully hard. I hate being a teenager.

"Yeah, I guess so," I say with a smile, glad he's not mad at me for nearly choking him to death with my eager thrusting.

This is really hard. Every other guy that I have dated has known what he's doing. And because of that I can tell him what I like and what I don't like. But with Brian it's different, because he's a virgin at this side of things, I don't want to push him.

I realise that I have being silent for quite a while now, and that my hard on is STILL aching in between the friction of my thighs.

"Oh God, I'm still horny," I whine with an embarrassed laugh as I bury my face further into his shoulder, trying to hide my blushing face.

I lift my head up from his shoulder to think. The tone of his voice tells me that a hand job isn't exactly the way he wants to get me off, and to be perfectly honest, I don't really want that either.

"Well, there is one thing we could do, if you're up for it," I ask him before moving my hand down to the tent in his boxers and grabbing his hard-on.

"And me thinks you are."

I bite my lip as I get up onto my knees next to him.

I grin at him as I take his own boxers off, with a little help from him lifting his hips and throwing the offending garment down onto the floor. I turn to him so he's facing me head on and grab at his hands.

"Come on, I'll guild you, yeah?" I ask him with a nod myself as I pull at his hands to follow me.

I lay down on my back on the bed, pulling him with me so he's on top of me. I spread my legs a little as I help him climb onto my lap.

"Just sit on my lap, yeah? I'll tell you what to do from there..."

I really hope he isn't finding this patronising.

I take his hands from my shoulders and place them a little lower onto my chest. Not for any particular sexual preference I just don't want him stretching his ribs too much just yet.

"OK. So, you just shift a little," I say to him as I bring my knees up so if he wanted to rest back he could rest on my thighs.

"And, just, get some friction going, like this," I say as I grab a hold of his hips and position him a little better on my lap so our cocks are brushing together.

"Like that," I say in a gasp.

So he doesn't need me to tell him how to ride me. I'm impressed.

I grin against his lips as continues rolling his hips onto mine, both of us gasping in between kisses like crazy.

I break away from his lips momentary, "Go a little deeper, like grind bones, it'll hurt a little it'll feel so great."

I kinda like instructing him like this. It's as if I am opening up this whole other world to him, and I can also slip in the parts about what I like too without him actually noticing which is good as well.

"Oh yeah!" I call out to him.

I blink a few times as I feel his dick against my own, his balls rubbing against mine also making me writhe a little under him.

I whimper and let my hands clasp onto his own and lift my hips a little.

This is what I am talking about! This feels so much more amazing as it ever has before, I don't even think I can think straight right now. I want to scream and shout at how amazing his is feeling, maybe because I had taken a vow of celibacy against my hand while Brian was away. But whatever the reason, it's still feeling totally amazing.

"So good, you're doing, ah, so good."

We control to move together, the pace speeding up as our skin rubs together at an almost painful speed. We really should have used some lube now I look back on it.

I can feel that nagging feeling in my thighs and balls and I know that I'm close to the edge. I hold my breath to try and hold off for as long as I can, but just watching Brian panting, his face becoming slicked with sweat and his hair waving around from his movements is just way to much for me to handle.

"Ahh Brian, so fuckin' close..."

I stare up at his eyes, my own eyes only half open. I grip onto his hips as I thrust up with him, breathing through my nose and moaning louder and louder with every thrust like a fuckin' porn star as I feel myself go over the edge.

"Fuck, Bri."

I all but scream out in pleasure as him as my spine curves upwards and I grip my nails harder into his hips as I feel the waves of pleasure drift lazily over me.

I feel my stomach become covered in my own essence as I ride out my insane orgasm. It's now a real struggle to keep my eyes open now. That was amazing.

I sigh a huge sigh of relief as he collapses onto my body, his head resting on my shoulder. I can feel his breath ghosting against my neck as we both come down from our climaxes.

"Jesus Christ Brian, that was... fuck," I say, still not quite believing how good that felt.

I'm not capable of saying anything else at the moment as I let my hands fall from his hips and slide up to his sweat slicked back.

"Fuck..."

"And then you bring it down again," I laugh before turning my head to him with a smirk.

I wrap my arms further around him and bring him closer to me, not bothering with the hot, wet, sticky substance on my stomach pressing against Brian's.

"So, I'm fuckin' tired now. I don't want to go to basketball practice now, Lovato will wipe the floor with me."

I wipe my hand over my face and kiss Brian's cheek.

"What have you got first today?"

"Well Brian Haner, looks like you are going to have to be a bad boy and skip your first two classes."

I grin at him before closing the small gap between us, sealing our lips together in a sweet kiss.

"Because, you're failing with those adjectives, and I am going to have to give you some extra tutoring so...I'm going to have to write you a note..."

I really need to learn when I quit.

"And photograph my handy work and send it to your music teacher?"

I smirk, "I'm sure Corey would be more than happy to see your chocolate chest."

And this is where the jokes about his dream begin. I'm so glad that I'm not the overly jealous type.

"Or we could, y'know, tape it, give Mick a new blog entry for the horny guys in their physics classes?"


[[I am running out of steam here. Haha.]]