Secret Revealed

It was not difficult to understand the young man's fascination with what was under Heath's polo. When he had arrived, it was obvious that he was not wearing a brief; his large, firm chest stood out proudly from his magnificent 15-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but he didn't seem to mind. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young nipples were being stroked and fondled.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on the couch in a huff, still looking away from us. Heath, suddenly concerned, pressed up against him, his chest nearly overflowing his blouse, now almost fully open. At first, he would not be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss him. How long would it be before he tried again, I wondered, but the youth had decided to try a different tactic; as he held him with one arm, he began to unsnap and unzip his jeans with his free hand. With remarkable dexterity, and without relinquishing the kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his jeans down just a little.

Just a little--but enough. The sexual teasing that he had been subjected to, had given him an enormous erection, which sprung free impressing both of us. Still without breaking the kiss, he took Heath's hand and wrapped it softly around his cock. After a few moments, he withdrew his hand; then, he slowly broke the kiss and gazed down, dreamlike, at his erection. Slowly, on his own, he reached for it, stroked it lovingly, caressed its length with hypnotic fascination.

Heath's friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but inexorably, began to push his head toward his lap. We exchanged excited glances; it was obvious what he wanted. We nearly gasped out loud as Heath began to lovingly kiss the side of kiss cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure. He began to lick the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of--and enjoying--the effect he was having on his partner. His red tongue danced slowly up and down his swollen prick, teasing him, unleashing his passion. Suddenly, boldly, he encircled the head of his cock with his moist, full lips. The magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for his friend to bear; holding his head down on him, he thrust wildly with his hips, driving his shaft deep into his mouth. Not surprisingly, he gagged. At the same time, we gasped and they heard us....

The Campsite Mystery

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Avenue Scandal

Paul was thrilled. He finally managed to get out of math class. Now he could sneak out with her friends a whole hour before lunch.

He turned down the lobby of the gorgeous hotel and spotted Mr. De Leon, the principal, headed in his direction. He stopped in his tracks. His face was set in an evil grimace and he was glancing side to side as he stormed down the lobby. He appeared to be looking for trouble, and Paul didn't want it to be him.

He took a shortcut through the private pool of the hotel to avoid him and not risk detention for skipping his seminar that is happening in the hotel. Just before he looked in his direction he ducked through the private pool door and stood with his back pressed against the wall and watched through the small windows set in the doors as he walked past.

He was holding his breath and let it out in one big sigh of relief. He started to walk across the private pool to the doors at the other end when he heard a voice shout, "Paul!" and froze.
But when he turned, it wasn't DeLeon, but Jim Lima, the seminar teacher.

"Are you planning to come to the seminar today?" he asked, as he strode toward him with his arms swinging at his sides.

"I was thinking about it," Paul said.

"You sure you're not thinking about other things?"

"Like what?"

"Like girls or maybe gays."

Paul put his hands on his hips, turning his big, innocent eyes up to him.

"Mr. Lima, do you think all I care about are girls, gays and sex?"

"Yes. I see you watching all the girls and even the gays. I know."

Paul grinned. "What else do you know?"

"Oh, I know a thing or two."

Paul stepped closer to him. "Oh, yeah? I know a thing or two about you, too."

He lowered his voice. "Like what?"

"Like how much you like to look at boys. Especially me."

His eyebrows went up, but he remained cool. Most of the boys he knew broke into a nervous sweat when he confronted them with the possibility of sex. Lima's unexpected reaction intrigued him.

"I know how much you like to look at my front when I wear trunks in swimming class."
He chuckled and looked around.

"You don't miss much, do you?"

"Not much."

"I do like your front. I like it so much more when you bend over."

Paul was shocked by something so bold from a teacher. He struggled to look as cool as he was, even though on the inside he was so turned on his cock was beginning to get hard.

"What do you see when I bend over?"

He glanced down at his crotch and saw the outline of his hard penis.

"I see an ass that begs to be touched," he said, grabbing his crotch.

His cock swelled in his pants, like a long banana stuffed in his pocket.

Paul squirmed in hi tight jeans. He licked his lips. Anything was better than being busted by DeLeon. He put his hand on his crotch and rubbed it. He stiffened. His hands dropped from his hips, clenching and unclenching.

"Do you want to do it with me?" he whispered, and stroked his hand up the inside of his thigh and over the rigid bulge.

His fingers started to work down the zipper of his pants.

"Not here," he whispered, stopping him. "Come on."

He took his hand and led him out the private pool and across the hallway to one of the private cabana, with the words Steamy Cabana printed on the door, which he unlocked and opened. Paul was about to reach for the front of his pants again, but noticed a group of people sitting along the wall in the adjacent corridor, eating their lunches. One guy caught his eye just as he turned away and followed Lima into the office.

"I wanna see your cock," Paul gasped, pinning Litton against the door as soon as he locked it.
Immediately his hands were pulling off his shirt and ripping open his pants.

"Why don't you give me a blow job?"

"I will, as soon as I get your pants off."

For some reason, he was having difficulty with the zipper on the front of his pants. He couldn't remember ever having so much trouble getting at a cock, but his damn pants were frustrating the hell out of him.

"Goddamn it, what the hell's wrong with your pants? I can't get them open," he said.

"Let me get it, you just take your clothes off."

Paul stepped back and he yanked his zipper down and his pants hit the floor. His face lit up when his dick jumped out. He fell to his knees in front of him, taking it deep into his mouth.
"Oh, Paul," Lima moaned, putting his hand on top of his head. "You make me feel more like a man than any other woman I've ever met."

Paul ignored his inane jabber and sucked. He didn't care what he felt, he just wanted his cock in hi mouth. He put a hand around each of his legs to help him bob his head and keep his mouth around his pole. Each time he went down, his balls slapped against his chin and the head of his cock touched the back of his throat. It wasn't nearly as long as Ethan's, but at the moment it was just fine.

Moaning with joy and mumbling something about being in paradise, Lima closed his hands around the sides of Paul's head, pressing in on his ears and holding him firmly. He let him hold his head and moaned. He didn't want him to cum in his mouth right away and go soft on him.
He pulled his cock out of his mouth and licked his way up his body, stopping at his bellybutton and his nipples. His tongue weaved like a pink snake through the dark hair on his chest.

"If DeLeon found out what we were doing right now, he'd fire me and kick you out of school," he said.

Paul pumped his dick in his hand.

"So don't tell him. Let him get his own boy to fuck with. I bet he's got his hands on more boys in
this school than all the girls and gays in the football team."

He rubbed his crotch against his thigh and he squeezed his buuttcheek. He put his hand on his ass and pulled him tight against his body.

Lima raised his shirt when he turned away and strutted the few feet to the cabana's table. He leaned over it, facing away from him, and arched his back while he pushed his jeans down, exposing his ass. The waist band of his jeans slid down over the round curve of his hips, revealing the tight,brief he was wearing. He looked back over his shoulder to see how good his ass looked, and noticed how his hair fell down his bare back almost to the edge of his brief.
With his jeans down to his knees, he hooked a finger under the edge of his brief and tugged. The elastic waistband stretched down and the rest of his brief followed, revealing his bare, white ass.
"Oh good God," Lima mumbled.

Paul turned his eyes up to his, still looking back over his shoulder, with a pout on his lips. He bent forward a little more to let him see just a hint of his hard-on cock hiding between his thighs. He was warm and as wet. He looked at his cock. It looked hard enough to drill through a concrete wall.

"Would you mind?" Paul whispered in a breathy, sexy, little girl's voice. "I have a little itch down there and I just can't reach it."

"I'd be glad to help you out, young gay," he said, sauntering towards him as if being led by his dick.

Paul giggled. Lima positioned himself right up to his ass and held his hips with one hand while he used the other to put the tip of his cock into his ass.

"Little gays like you shouldn't talk to big strangers like me. It might get you in a lot of trouble."
Paul spread his legs a bit wider and moaned as he pushed his mouth into his cock. He leaned on his elbows on the table and let his hair fall over his face.

"I like this kind of trouble," he moaned, twisting his hips.

"I bet you do." Paul moaned even louder as Lima continously blowjob his cock. He then asked Paul to trun around to begin his thrusting to his ass.

His cock plunged into his asshole. He held his slim waist and pressed his groin firmly against his ass. Paul pressed back.

He listened to his heavy breathing and happy grunts and watched their reflection in the glass wall door behind the table. He smiled, amused by the cute expression on his face. His forehead was dotted with tiny beads of sweat, like he had just come out of a shower. His eyes were squeezed shut, which wrinkled his forehead like an old dirt road, and his lips made funny little puckering motions, all twisted and screwed up. He had a funny way of breathing in small, controlled, regulated puffs, as if he was running a marathon and needed to conserve his energy. He pumped very steadily, very regularly, and it felt very good, good enough to make him want to keep this up for a long time.

He liked the way he screwed and was glad he had taken this opportunity to make it with a man he had wanted like this for almost three years. If he had known when he was just a freshman how easy it would be to get inside his pants, he could have done this much sooner.

He thought back to the first day of seminar on his freshman year, when he met Jim Lima for the first time. He remembered the way he caught his attention when he walked in by lifting and moving the band podium, something everyone else in school considered to be immovable because of its size and weight and he put it out of the way on his own without breaking a sweat. The powerful, bulging muscles in his legs and arms made his insides quiver that day, and since then he'd always wanted to put his hands on those muscles.

His hands were squeezing his hips. He quickened his pace, pumping him harder like he was close to cumming. He was panting and moaning, tightening and releasing his grip on the edge of the table. His hard thrusts rocked his back and forth on the balls of his feet like he was a tall pole in a strong wind. His short moans grew quicker than his thrusts, and then he began to squeal. At the same time, his steady, regular pumping became long, hard strokes, until he felt streams of warm, thick cum gushing from the end of his cock. His hips slapped his ass and he gritted his teeth, grunting each time.

He finished and breathed a long sigh of relief. Paul was breathing hard, but he was hardly worked up. He continued to poke his dick around inside him and he continued to crank his hips. His sperm churned deep inside him, making him feel warm and relaxed all over.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed.

Paul rested his chin in his palms with a satisfied grin, while he rubbed his ass and slowly stroked his ass with his cock. He reached under and squeezed his cock.

"You better get back to the seminar now," he whispered in his ear.

"I am in class. I'm in sex-ed."

He pushed his ass up a little higher and thought he felt his cock growing hard again.

"You're a horny fucking little boy."

He began to fuck him faster.

"I'm not a little boy. Oh!" he gasped.

He was hard again and he was going to make him cum.

"Oh, my. Oh, yes, Mr. Lima," he moaned, biting his lip and clawing at the desk.

He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned long and loud, absently wondering if the people out in the hall could hear them.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned again, squirting more cum into his ass.

They froze together in position, neither of them moaning, just breathing hard and both of them had their eyes closed.

"One more time?" Paul asked, trying to catch his breath.

"More? You got enough cum in you now to impregnate half the boys in this school."

He looked back over his shoulder with a smile.

He pulled his wet cock out with a loud slurp and stuffed it back into his pants.

Paul remained leaning over the desk with his ass in the air. The cool air against his warm ass felt nice.

"How old are you?"

Paul laughed and stood up. "Eighteen."

"Jesus, I'm fucked."

"So am I," Paul said nonchalantly, checking the flow of sperm from his ass. "You did give me a lot," he said, with his hand between his thighs. "This is gonna feel good all day."

He slowly pulled his brief up while he stood by the door and watched. He pulled fabric snug against his crotch and his sperm quickly soaked through, making a large, dark stain. He pulled his tight jeans up over his hips, swaying his hips from side to side to slide them on. He pulled his shirt back down. In only moments there was a small wet stain in the crotch of his jeans.

"Anytime you want some more of that sperm, you just stop by and tell me. My dick's always hard for you," he said.

Paul smiled and reached between his legs.

"Goddamn, it is hard. You're like a fountain of sperm, aren't you?"

He was just about to get down and suck his cock again, but he opened the door and the people sitting out in the hallway looked up at them. He quickly took a serious attitude to hide what they were really doing.

"Thank you, Mr. Lima," he said and walked away just as the lunch bell rang and all the students jumped up to go to their next seminar.

The HOTEL SEX EDUCATION

"Come on boys let's take our seats and settle down," Han said to his class of twenty two teenage boys in the hotel conference room of where they are set to take classes for several days, "we've got a lot of things to cover this afternoon, so let's get cracking!!!" "I heard fromthe gays that you got a little bit side tracked during fifth hour,"one of the boys in the back row cracked, "do ya think we can have the same kind off fun!?!" There was tittering all over the room and Mister Han had to use his ruler on his desk to restore order, but he ignored the question and told the boys to open their books to page two fifty two!!! "Oh, man," Billy opined, "never liked 'em, and never will use one!!!" "I assume that you're referring to our subject for the day, which is condoms," Mister Han asked smoothly!?! "That's right," Billy shot back quickly, "I'm strictly a bare back rider, no glove for this boy's dick!!!" There was a smattering of applause and a few "way to tell his's" from some of the other boys in the room, so Han let them have their say, but as soon as they quieted down he asked seriously, "Have any of you ever thought that using a condom might be a lot of fun!?!""Fun," David said incredulously, "are you nuts, pardon my expression, but I've used them and to even think of them as fun is crazy!!!" Several other boys nodded their heads in assent of David's opinion, but Han just plowed right on ahead and asked, "Well let me ask you this, have any of you ever had a pleasurable experience with a condom!?!" He waited a moment for someone to reply, but when no one as much as even nodded, he reached into his pocker and produced a small foil package and said, "Well then, I guess I'm just going to have to show you whatyou've been missing, so Tommy, if you'll please step to the front of the class, we can get started!!!"

Tommy made his way from the back of the room and then waited a little bit nervously for Mister Han to continue!!! "You look a little shaken," Mister Han said easily, "are you sure you're all right!?!" "After taking a deep breath, Tommy turned to face him and replied, "Sure, I feel fine, so when ever you're ready............." Han handed Tommy the foil package and as he was looking it over, he asked, "Have you ever used one before, Tom!?!" "He shook his head from side to side indicating that he hadn't, and then added, "You see, Al, that's my gay friend, and I have this thing we do during sex and a condom would prevent us from doing it!!!" "I know," Mister Han replied, "he told me, but if I could show you another fun thing to try, would you give it a shot!?!" After thinking over for a second or two, Tommy shook his head yes and replied, "Sure I would, why not!!!"After crossing that bridge, Mister Han retrieved the condom from Tommy, and then in a soft voice ordered, "Now if you would please, take off your pants and shorts!!!" "Here and now," he replied incredulously, "I dunno, that's pretty embarrassing if ya know what I mean!!!" "Of course I do, Tom," she replied sweetly, "but I'd really appreciate it if you would do this for me, because until you do, we really can't go on with the class, can we!?!" "I guess not," he replied red faced while slowly unbuckling his belt and allowing his jeans slip down around his ankles in a heap!!! It was then that Mister Han made his first observation and asked softly, "Can you tell me why you wear boxer shorts,

Tommy, most of the other boys I'm sure wear briefs!?!" Now turning even redder, Tommy stared at the floor and whispered, "I-it's because of my penis, ma'am!" "What about your penis, Tommy, everyone else here has one, why are you any different!?!" "Ahem, well ya see," he mumbled, "it's just that my penis is pretty big, and to be honest, briefs don't give it much room to breath if ya know what I mean!!!" "Hmmmmm, that's very interesting, Tom," she commented softly, "why don't you take them off so we can all see what Al is so attached to!!!"

After making an audible gulping sound, Tommy closed his eyes, and with a quick push, shoved his powder blue boxers down with his jeans, leaving exposed one of the most beautiful penises Mister Han had ever seen in his life!!! The other boys in the room began hooting and hollering encouragement to Tommy, but one sharp look from Mister Han quickly quieted them down so he could go on!!! "I can see that Al was perfectly correct in his assessment of your penis," he said evenly, "and I can further see why you prefer boxers to briefs, but what we need from you right now is a full erection!!!" Tommy looked sheepishly at his semi erect meat hanging unbelievably low, and in a small voice he replied, "Well, uh, if Al were here it would be a snap to get up!!!" "Well, as you can see he's not here," Mister Han replied seriously, "but I do see your point, so if it will help any, I'd be willing to show you my ass in order to get you completely erect!!!"

Tommy and the rest of the class looked on with mouths agape as their sex education teacher, Han who is a cross dresser, calmly lifted his skirt to reveal a very hairy but exposed ass that appeared to be in the initial stages of sexual arousal!!! "H-how does that look, Tom," he asked in a very husky voice, "if you can't tell from over there, I'm absolutely dripping!!!" Tommy sighed deeply while staring straight at the dark brown hair pie, and within a matter of seconds, his huge pecker was standing at perfect attention, while waiting for its next order!!! "That seems to have done the trick," Mister Han offered while thrusting his hips towards him in an obvious sexual come on, "I think we can now proceed with the experiment!!!"

After carefully unpackaging the bright red condom, Mister Han got down on his knees in front of Tommy, and with his back to the class offered, "Now I want everyone to pay close attention to how I put this condom of Tommy's big penis, and while most of you aren't this large, let me assure you that the procedure is exactly the same!!!" After placing the still rolled up rubber over the tip of his erection, Mister Han then with great care, unrolled it evenly until it was completely unfurled!!! "There," he said with satisfaction, "a perfect job, nice and even with no tears or bubbles, so now I think we're ready!!!" Tommy had no idea what his teacher had up his sleeve, but he made a loud gasp, when without warning he took him by the balls and gently squeezed them until it was just short of being painful!!! "Oh god," he moaned, "n-not so hard, oh, oh, take it easy, you could really hurt me!!!" "But of course I could really hurt you," he said softly, "but just look at how nice and firm your penis is!!!" Tommy stared down at his massive erection, and even he had to admit he was harder than a piece of blue steel, but what happened next absolutely stunned him, when out of the blue, Mister Han whacked the side of his penis with his hard wooden ruler, invoking a yelp of pain from the frightened young man!!! "Did that hurt," he asked softly while now gently running his hand up and down the length of his meat, "because it was supposed to hurt!!!" "A-are you nuts," he gasped, while his pecker strained against the thin red latex covering, "that fucking hurt, now be careful will ya!?!"

The rest of the class sat transfixed as they watched Mister Han teasing an poking at Tommy's humongous erection, and out of the corner of his eye, he even spied some of the boys openly masturbating right along with his!!! After he was sure that Tommy was totally in his thrall, he turn back up of the desk, spread his legs wide, and offered his drooling ass to his hard throbbing hammer!!! "Come on, boy," he teased,"show me what ya got!?!" With his legs growing rubery from excitement, he took his place between his smooth thighs, and without a bit of foreplay, rammed his ten inch pecker deep inside of his ass, inducing him to several very quick and hard orgasms on his initial thrust!!! "Fuck his hard, Tommy," and "make his fucking scream," were being shouted from all over the room, but he was now so far gone, that he couldn't have cared any less what any of them thought of his, as all he could think about was having this marvelous young stud fuck him into submission!!! Sweat began pouring off Tommy's face as he pounded away unmercifully into his sopping wet ass with a ferociousness that was even scaring some of the boys masturbating wildly in front of them!!! With his ass begging for mercy and his cock now ready to explode, Mister Han grabbed Tommy by the dick and pulled it roughly from his shredded ass, and then with a few hard and brutal strokes, he fisted his massive tool until it was pumping shot after shot of cum into the reservoir head of the still intact condom, while around the room other boyswere moaning and dropping their own loads while watching their teacher finishing off the young stallion's incredible dick!!!

With the aroma of freshly shot cum filling his nostrils, Mister Han struggled to his feet, straighten out his skirt and asked Tommy, "Now tell me, sonny, how was that for fun!?!"With his dick rapidly defaulting dick hanging limp in front of him, Tommy unrolled the used condom, flipped it into the trash, and then replied, "Now fun isn't the word I'd use to describe it, but let's just say that it was "interesting", how's that for a description!?!" Withhis ass still burning front the onslaught of the ten inch ram rod, "Mister Boyer leaned back against his desk and opined, "That sounds very good to me, Tommy, very good indeed!!!"

My Brother's Hooter

I never in a million years thought what happened last weekend would happen. I traveled with my family to my brother's house to see his new digs. Ken is 16 years old, 5'7, 125lbs, long black hair, brown eyes with lips that go on for miles and he is a rocker. He looks like a softer Basti Artadi. Anyways, I was unpacking the minivan while he gave my gay boyfriend a tour of the house. His gay boyfriend came out and gave me a hand with the bags. We carried everything upstairs, and then Jim, his gay boyfriend, went into the room everyone was in and asked my gay boyfriend if he wanted to come downstairs and see the family room he was building in the basement. He trucked down the stairs and around back to the stairs to the basement except Ken. He stopped in the bedroom I was in and asked if I needed anything. I don't know what came over me, but I smiled at him, walked over to him, grabbed him by both arms and threw him behind me onto the bed. I then shut the door and locked it. He was stunned, but popped up off the bed and said sternly, "What the hell are you doing?" I grabbed him again, this time kissing him forcefully on the lips and backing him up against the wall. He was trying to push me away but I was too strong for him, and he couldn't yell because I was pressing my lips so hard against him and holding his arms tightly against his sides. While pressing him against the wall with my lips and chest, I let go of his left arm and brought my right hand down to his shorts. I grabbed him roughly between the legs, and he groaned and tried to close his legs and pull my arm away. He still could not move too much or scream, although he was putting up a hell of a fight, because of my lips and chest pressing on him. I slid my hand inside of his shorts and found his soft cock. I slowly forced my hand into his cock, which made him gasp and struggle harder. I jammed it in and out about a half dozen times and then forced my hands again this time with more playfulness . He has a big cock! After about a minute of vigorous hand-fucking, I could tell he was getting wet, and his struggling was getting less and less vehement. I went for it, and shoved my tongue into his mouth; gasping again, Ken tried to struggle, but the combination of my hand and tongue must have broken him as he started to reciprocate naturally to the tongue lashing and took his hand away from my hand that was playing his now-hard cock. Since he wasn't resisting anymore, I took my left hand off his left arm, and felt him bring both arms up around the back of my waist to hold me while I roughly shoved his shorts down with both my hands. I broke away from him to yank his shorts and underwear down to his ankles and turned him around to get full view of his ass hole, but he said, "NO! We can't! We have to stop!" I popped back up and shoved my tongue into his mouth again, and after a minute he relaxed and started tonguing me back. I didn't know how much time I had left before everyone came up from the basement, but I had to go for it. I shoved my shorts and undies down to about my knees, and my now-hard 10 incher sprang forward. I thrust into his asshole with a start; his arms came up around my neck and he clasped his hands to hold on for a fucking. I railed into him again and again, faster and faster. Ken's breathing increased, and he started moaning. He must have been farther along than I thought, because in short order his ass was tightening on my cock and he was writhing in orgasm. His knees began buckling, and I pulled out of him. I spread his legs with mine, then re-entered his wet asshole from behind again. After some violent thrusting, we both started to hear voices; they were coming up from the basement! I had no idea if this situation would present itself again, so I quickly pulled my cock out shoved it into his asshole again! He cried out "NO! Stop now!" rather loudly, and we heard Jim call out, "Ken? Did you say something?" I leaned back, grabbed a fistful of that long black hair, and pumped my cock farther into his asshole. When it was all the way in, I pumped his ass about a dozen times, quickly, and then blew my load inside of him. We could hear everyone coming up the stairs! I pulled out of him and yanked up my shorts. Ken frantically grabbed his shorts and ran into the adjoining bathroom and shut the door. I turned quickly and threw open some suitcases, then went over to the door, opened it, and went back to unpacking. About 30 seconds later, everyone made their way into the room to get me, oblivious. "Where's Ken?" my gay boyfriend said. "In the bathroom," I replied. We all turned and headed downstairs into the kitchen. I saw Ken downstairs and he told me that he love our fucking session so he planned on sneaking during midnight so we can do it again in the basement this time.

Video Film Boy

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The Diner's Teengay Slut

Mon wipes down countertops, picking up salt and pepper shakers, replacing ketchup bottles, straightening chairs and wiping grease off glass display cases. It is 2am, time for Fred's Diner to close for 3 hours and reopen at 5am. This is Mon's part-time job. At hi age of 16, he needs to work in order to finih his studies for his parents can no longer afford to support his studies.
Mom is glad he is not working what is called the nightmare shift, working until closing and then reopening at 5, which he has been known to do for an extra buck. Alone again to close the diner, Mon sighs at his solitary tasks at hand. Smoothing a delicate hand over his blackhair and tucking a stray wisp back into a bun held in place by a hairnet, he begins again to return the room back to order and cleanliness. After what seems like an hour, he removes his apron and takes a final look around to ensure that everything is clean and neat.
Just as he is walking back to the locker room to change into his civilian clothes, he is startled by the ringing of the bells on the front door. He realizes that he may have forgotten to lock the door and spins around. "I could have sworn I locked it", Mon begins to say aloud and his voice trails off into the air conditioned atmosphere when he sees the man who has come in.
"Well, hello there. Mind if I have a bite? It's around closing time, I gather, isn't it. Am I too late?" He smiles briefly and glances around, looking slightly uncomfortable.
Mon is momentarily taken aback by this stranger's ruggedly handsome looks. Tall, blond, wearing a white T shirt which shows off his well developed muscles, the stranger flashes a brilliant smile which sends shivers down Mon's spine.
"Uh, no, no. It's alright, I was just finishing up here, but we still have cold food available and, um, I can warm up the coffee."
"Well, well." The stranger says, looking relieved. "Thank you so much. I'll drink the coffee cold if warming it up is a problem. Anyway, I am sure the coldest fridge in here can be warmed up by you in seconds flat." He looks at his and his eyes travel from his face to his full chest and shapely legs fit for a woman, then back again.
The stranger walks up to Mon.
"I'm Jim." He extends his hand, and looks into Mon's eyes warmly.
Mon shakes his hand and is slightly aware of a brief yet noticeably pleasant tingle running through his body as he grabs his hand in his big warm one and firmly shakes it, lingering for what seems like a bit too long with his hand in his grasp.
"Um, you have yourself a seat at the counter, and I'll get whatever you need. What do you fancy?"
"Oh, maybe a cheese sandwich, some apple pie, and coffee. You'll warm it up for me right?" Jim looks at Mon and winks.
"Sure." Mon turns away quickly, all too aware of the growing feeling inside him as he walks over to the gleaming pie display case and cuts a thick piece of apple pie. He moves over to the bread case and takes out two fresh slices, puts them on the plate and feels Jim's eyes burning a hole in his back. He spins around.
"Um, Jim?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like Mustard or Mayo?"
"Neither. Just a ripe, juicy tomato."
Mon feels a slight flush moving over his face. He bends down over the refrigerator to get the slab of cheese out to cut for the sandwich and hears Jim clear his throat.
"Mon, you sure know how to whet a fella's appetite." Jim quips, half jokingly. "The looks and the sounds of you moving around and chopping and slicing are music to my ears, especially since I haven't eaten a thing in 12 hours."
"12 hours!" Mon exclaims, his back still facing him as he prepares the sandwich. "Why, what on earth were you doing that had you too tied up to eat?"
Jim chuckled. "I wasn't tied up, I was driving my rig. Just got here from Ilocos Norte, took 11 hours. Record time, practically drove straight through without stopping. Betsy is a good gal. She stayed with me all the way, oiled and gassed up, ready to go."
"Who is Betsy?", Mon replies, noticing the slight annoying feeling of jealousy creeping up on him.
"My rig. See, out there?" Jim turns around on his stool and points to a gigantic 18 wheeler parked out front.
"Oh!", Mon says, noticing he is slightly relieved that Betsy is a truck, for some odd reason.
Still puzzling over his mixed emotions over this person he has only known for all of 15 minutes, without a word Mon continues fixing the meal, heats up the coffee and sets the food in front of Jim.
"By golly, what a spread!", says Jim. Jim tucks into the meal ravenously. Mon begins carrying the items he used to prepare the meal back into the kitchen.
"I'll be in the back, cleaning up. Holler if you need something", Mon says, again noticing his body's awareness of Jim's presence. He hurries into the back, ashamed of his sudden arousal. He busies himself with the dishes.
Mon hears the clanging of fork against plate, and slurps of the coffee. There is silence for a while except for the sound of running water and dishes being washed.
"Mind if I help?"
A slightly startled Mon did not hear the kitchen door creak open, nor did he expect to see Jim standing there in all his rugged, handsome glory.
Mouth agape, he stutters, "Uh um sure."
Jim walks towards the sink, plates and cup in hand. He brushes against him and he feels the rising heat again, this time unmistakably between his thighs. He is up to his elbows in suds, and he removes his arms from the dishwater, wipes them clean on a towel and takes the plates from Jim, who is now standing next to him.
"You know, you are far too pretty to be doing dishes." Jim says softly and brushes a soapy strand of hair from his eyes. A droplet of soapy water rolls down his neck to his chest, exposed in the unbuttoned area of his uniform. Jim takes the towel off the rack and gently wipes his chest clean, gazing into his eyes the whole time, stroking his chest softly with the towel.
Jim puts the towel back on the rack and turns again to face Mon, and begins to stroke the flesh again, this time with his bare hand. Mon closes his eyes and moans softly as his hand strokes downward in gentle circles towards his hardened nipple. Little electric shocks go off below Mon's waistline and Jim bends down and kisses him, first gently, then hungrily.
He cups his chest with his hand, pinching the erect nipple through the fabric. Mon feels his manhood rubbing against his thigh and he presses against it. Jim groans as his hands squeeze both chest and pinch both nipples. Mon, beside himself with desire, reaches a hand down to stroke his hot bulge.
Groaning again, Jim picks Mon up. He wraps his legs around his waist and he carries him to the large wooden table in the center of the kitchen. Seating him on the edge, he begins again to kiss him and unbuttons his uniform down the font. Mon gasps as he pulls one of his round, fleshy chest free and suckles the rose red nipple. His other hand unzips his fly and takes out his hard throbbing cock and begins to stroke.
Mon looks at his member and gasps at the length and girth of it. The space between his thighs aches with need, for this stranger, this hot, horny, wonderful stranger to bury his cock deep within his ass hole and send boiling pots of cum into his throbbing crack. Mon frees himself from his grasp and takes off all his clothing as Jim looks on, all the while stroking his cock and moaning. Mon spreads his legs wide and Jim buries his face in his hard on cock. Mon cries out with lust as he swirls his tongue around his pulsing hardened cock and inserts two fingers into his throbbing asshole to get it ready for some actions.
"Cumming!", Mon exclaims as he moans and squeals with delight, feeling waves and waves of exquisite pleasure wash over his body. Jim moans, smelling his manly essence and slurping up his delicious sweet love juice. He feels his ass hole contracting on his finger and his cock almost cums without penetration.
"I need you, now!", Jim grunts as he stands up, and positioning Mon backwards and then poitioning himself directly over his ass hole, and plunges into him.
"Ungh, yesss", He moans as he begins to thrust in and out, deeper and deeper, harder and faster. Mon is practically screaming with desire. He cries out, "I'm cumming! Oh god, cum with me!" And Jim feels his cock sending warm wet rivers of cum forth, drenching his cock and balls. He thrusts into his ass deeply one last time and lets out a roar as his cock swells and shoots what seems like gallons of hot seed into his still throbbing hot ass. "Uhn, uhn, uhn." Grunting and panting, he stays inside him enjoying aftershocks that seem to go on forever.
He finally pulls out and, still erect cock in hand, invites Mon to dine. More than willing, Mon gets off the table and kneels in front of him. Legs spread, one hand fingering his still horny ass, Mon begins to suck on his still throbbing hard manhood, tasting the remnants of his seed on the bulbous head, He swirls his tongue around it as Jim moans and thrusts his hips forward. Mon slowly begins to take the length into her wet, eager mouth and drools all over it. Stroking it from the base, Mon takes his hard cock all the way in to the back of her throat and gags and drools, as Jim moans and grinds into his mouth. Mon sucks on his cock, deeper and deeper and tastes precum. He removes his mouth from his cock and still stroking its pulsating length begins to suck on his balls, which are already tightened against his body and filled with hot cum.
"Umgh", Jim grunts and groans as Mon sucks his balls gently into his mouth, temporarily soothing the need to release the large quantity of seed that is waiting to boil over. Mon is still fingering his sopping wet ass and Jim reaches down to stroke a nipple.
"MMM", Mon groans as he begins to finger furiously. Jim pulls Mon up and gently lays him down on the table, head first. He climbs up over him and spreads his legs wide and hunkers down to bury his face in his hard on cock, Mon yelps as he bites on his balls and, reaching up, pulls his cock down to his mouth.
In no time at all, Mon's legs are wrapped around Jim's neck and he is cumming in his face.
"Uhn uhn uhn, ooh yesss." He cries as he is cumming. All of a sudden, he feels Jim's body stiffen and his loud moan as shot after shot of salty hot sperm is sent down the back of his throat. He swallows the whole load. It is delicious. After the erotic sexcapade, Jim paid for his meal and of course gave Mon a big tip. He said he''come back often at the same time to have sex with Mon again.

Neighbor Sex Partner Part 2

Eagerly he lavished his cock, the liquid heat burning his tongue, making him hunger for more. He thrust his mouhth now deeply, and felt him buck his hips. He thrust in again, and Henry crooned as his tongue filled him with sinful delight.
His chin grinded against his legs, rubbing his dripping juices all over his face. His pleasure was undeniable, as he smiled up at him while he continued to feed his insatiable appetite for his fleshy cock. He wanted him so badly, he wanted to feel himself wrapped by those luscious petals of flesh, he wanted to feel him take his raging cock deep inside of his ass hole, thrust his hips to him as he thrust his towards him. He wanted to feel all of this, and so much more. But for now, he continued feeding, consuming his flesh, bathing in his juices, embedding his scent on his face-forever. His climaxes consumed him... completely... sending him spinning into sweet oblivion as his tongue continued to delve between his cock... his lips nibbling on his sensitive balls. His hips rocked wildly... juices coated his face. He drank from him like a dying man, being offered his last meal.
His fingernails bit into the pillow at his head... Henry moaned louder,"Ohhhhhhhhh" crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. His body was uncontrollable... completely under his spell... these magical feelings he brought from inside him made him clench his thighs tighter around his face. Henry had to have him... to feel his hardness buried inside his ass... tightening himself around him. But first, Henry wanted to taste him... give him the same pleasure he was giving to him.
Slowly Henry entwined his fingers in his hair and pulled him up on top of him. His juices dripped from his lips as Henry darted his tongue out to tease the corners of his mouth. Then, slipping his arms around his neck, Henry slid his tongue between his lips... finding his tongue and tasting himself. Henry lightly licked his cheeks, lips, and chin... his hot sweet juices being greedily taken in to his waiting mouth. His arousal was unmistakable... Henry moved his body against his, feeling his hardness pressed between his cock.
Smiling, Henry motioned for Sunny to sit up on the couch... and straddled his lap. His lips found his ear, breath warm in it... tongue flicking over the lobe. Beginning at his neck, a slow exploration of his hard body was in order... He felt the orgasms as he flicked his tongue inside him fast and furious. In and out he thrust, engulfed by the flowing fluids that were erupting all around him. Henry was feeding him so well.
He slid up his body when Henry pulled him away, grinding himself along his thighs and hips, feeling himself swelling, raging, throbbing for him. The sensations of his flesh against him drove him mad with desire. He was erect, hard, and charged.
As Henry had him sit on the couch, Sunny gazed at his sensual skin. They were still engorged and wanting.
His shaft was moist, glistened, rubbing against hi lubricious ass, so wet and so hot. It was pulsing, awaiting his attention, awaiting to be sucked, to be licked, to be consumed.
It involuntarily pulsed, and as it did, his own juices started ebbing down the side, coating its head with something for him when Henry explored him there. It would be so hot to have his lips wrapped around him, feeling him pulse for him. And he couldn't wait. Slithering down his body, Henry pressed his erect nipples against his chest... using his lips to feed on him. Flicking his tongue back and forth, slowly over his earlobe... while his breath came in soft, warm, gasps... his hands roaming his back tenderly. Letting his tongue slide down his neck, Henry moaned against him before sucking his flesh between his lips.
Lower Henry moved... finding his hard male nipples... circling his tongue around them, taking each one into his mouth... sucking, nibbling... making them harder... making him arch toward him with a need as great as his own. Henry felt his hands cup his ass... squeezing, kneading his flesh... pulling him against his hardness.
His eyes met his as his tongue lazily moved across his muscular abdomen... dipping into his navel... swirling around slowly, bathing his skin. Henry felt his thighs flex under his body... knowing he wanted to feel his warm mouth surrounding him... tasting him. Deliberately Henry moved his tongue over his skin... not touching the throbbing heat between his legs, but instead his tongue danced across his inner thighs.
Unable to resist anymore, his lips found his shaft and slid down... slowly... until his nose was buried in the coarseness surrounding his cock. Henry paused, inhaling his scent... musky with desire for him. His eyes drifted closed as his nipples pressed into his thighs... the friction making them harder... sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. Then Henry began to move... up, slowly... then down... taking every delicious inch of him between his soft, full lips... "Mmmmmm," he moaned as he felt his satiny lips surrounding his shaft. The velvet feel of his tongue on the purple mushroomed head of his shaft was exquisite. The more Henry licked, the more he pulsed in anticipation. He could feel his swelling nipples on him, burning trenches through his inflamed thighs.
His balls were hot, boiling, as Henry sucked on him with a fervor of unbelievable intensity. And Sunny was loving every moment of it. His body was hot, his flesh against his, and he knew before too long they would have to join, become one, and release this passion between them.
He was so aroused, the head of his cock pulsing inside his own head, sending him signals-it wanted release. He wanted release.
Henry was sucking him madly, deeply, with a consuming desire that would not quit. And he wanted so much more. He would have him, and so much more. His head looked beautiful bobbing up and down between his thighs. Henry was a vacuum, and the pressure was immense. "Ohhhhhh," could he hold it, or would he release? Henry would know in an instant--the same instant Henry would begin to taste his salty fluids releasing from deep within. As his tongue slid slowly back and forth across the head of his cock, Henry tasted the warm stickiness of his precum... and it drove him to suck him harder. God Henry wanted to taste him... consume him... take him to the edge and back. His tongue slithered over his shaft, bathing every inch... then Henry slid his lips over him again, moaning around him... enjoying the fullness in his mouth.
His thighs flexed and he arched up... thrusting his cock deeper into his mouth... his fingers tangled in his hair... pushing him down, clear down over him. Henry could feel his cock hitting the back of his throat but still wanted more... sucking furiously... nibbling... licking.
His eyes met his, sending a silent message to him... Henry wanted to taste him, wanted his hot creamy cum to fill up his mouth... and he knew it. He began to thrust wildly... fucking his mouth like a man possessed. Henry held on tight to him, waiting... wanting to feel that final thrust. He watched with wonder as his hunger for his throbbing cock drove him into a frenzy. His fullness disappeared repeatedly inside his mouth, and he simply marveled at hi dedication. Henry wanted him to cum, to explode inside his mouth. And he was only too happy to oblige.
Sunny flexed, his thighs tight with the contours of his hamstrings. His muscles were bulging everywhere, and the closer he came to his release, the more rigid he became.
He placed his hands on his head, urging him to take him deeper. And Henry complied, swallowing the length of his shaft down to the coarse hair, making him gasp.
It was thrusting deep inside his mouth, his mushroom headed cock brushing the back of his throat. He was close, oh so close.
He looked at him as Henry paused, the link between their minds obvious, and then Henry resumed sucking his engorged cock. His thrusts were faster, harder, deeper, and he wanted to explode.
Henry stopped at the top, then plunged down again, then paused a second time as his lips curled over his teeth and descended over his shaft. He gasped, arched his back, and thrust into his mouth a final time, exploding in a fury. Henry grasped the base of his shaft tightly in his hand as he exploded into his mouth... sucking just on the head of him, milking every drop of that hot, salty, sticky cum. Henry moaned out loud as it filled his mouth... waiting for the last of it to spurt out before Henry swallowed it down.
Slowly moving back up his body, Henry kissed him wildly... teasing his lips with his. Then positioning himself on his lap, with his asshole just inches from his still hard cock... Henry slid down... impaling himself on him. Henry gasped as his ass stretched to accommodate his fullness. Bracing his hands on his shoulders, Henry began to move... with him thrusting upward, long deep thrusts into his heat.
Tossing his head back, letting his hair fall across his shoulders... breathing deeply through parted lips... his breasts bouncing as they moved together in one fluid motion. Henry felt his hands cup his chest... teasing his nipples with his thumbs. His ass clenched in response... Henry gasped... knowing his climax was not far away at all... He wrapped his arms around him as Henry slithered back up his body, appreciating the swell of his breasts, the feel of his hard nipples on his chest.
Sunny moaned in delight as Henry kissed him deeply, then growled ravenously as he felt his ass slide down to his pulsing cock. And then when Henry impaled himself on him, his eyes glazed over in utter bliss.
Rapidly Henry descended, taking him fully inside his hot pussy. His lips parted, stretching to allow his raging cock to slide inside to the depth of his balls. And he began to thrust in the same rhythm Henry was.
Together, they became one motion. Fluid, graceful, and fulfilling. Henry rose, he dropped, then Henry descended again, and he thrust. Yes, this is what they wanted. A union, connected beyond doubt, one link between them as their bodies coupled as one.
Their motion intensified, as instincts took over. Feral deep fucking, his cock plunging deeper inside his ass hole, as they both worked to an earth shattering climax. He was a piston, non stop in and out, and Henry was the receiver, taking him in, sucking his head and holding him there, then releasing it to plow forth again.
Slowly, this climax was building. Slowly, they neared release. It was fantastic. It was perfect. And soon, this eruption would be the culmination. And so they continued. Henry was on the verge of explosion... white hot liquid gushing from him, coating him fully as he continued to stroke inside his ass... moving deliciously slow... then faster... faster... so much deeper than before. His chest rose and fell, his hands still cupping his chest... holding them as if he couldn't bear to part with them.
Henry cried out his name... over and over again..."Ohhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh,Offffffffffffff", his ass clamped down hard on his cock... feeling it pulsating deep within, knowing his release was coming as well. His body shuddered... weak... but wanting more... wanting him so desperately.
Feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against his skin... pulsing shaft ready to release his load within him. Henry was ready... waiting... wanting. Henry sensed his urgency... the overwhelming need as he thrust once more, deeply... shooting his hot load of cum into his ass hole. He pulsed... and shot more... again and again... it was wonderful, delicious, and never-ending.
Henry wrapped himself in his arms, relishing the effects of his lovemaking. His body slick with perspiration, hot... very satisfied. Henry rested against his chest... hi breathing returning to normal... and looked deep into his eyes... Sunny felt himself exploding, releasing gush after gush of his seed within his hot channel. His ass was draining him of all he had, and it felt fantastic. That final thrust had been a powerful one, and Henry had pounced on him with fierce determination, knowing his load would be heavy. And it was. His cock throbbed, finally releasing the last of the swirling tide inside his ass, over flooding each other with his juices and his.
Spent, drained, and utterly exhausted, they collapsed onto each other. Hi silky fine body felt warm and comforting against his. As Henry looked deep into his eyes, he looked into his.
Sunny locked into his gaze, fierce, passionate, and content. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around him. They lay prone, together, skin against skin. And they felt the beat of one another's hearts within their chests.
It was a beautiful melody. First his beat, then Henry's, then, as one, theirs. And they realized, this was a moment of wonderfully fulfilled pleasures. Both were mutually satisfied. And they knew this would be the beginning of a beautiful relationship, two neighbors, pleasuring one another, for days yet to come.

Neighbor Sex Partner Part 1

It was a warm summer day, the trees swaying slightly in the breeze as Henry, a 15 year old teen gay who is a croos dresser walked out onto the deck. Henry had been cleaning all day and was ready for a well deserved break. Setting his glass of tea down on the table, Henry settled into his chair and opened his book. Out of the corner of his eye Henry caught a glimpse of him, mowing his lawn. "This must be the new neighbor", Henry thought to himself as Henry allowed his gaze to travel across his handsome face. Dark hair, curling just at the nape of his neck...
His eyes moved down his body, clad in blue jeans tight enough to accent his hard muscular ass and thighs. His t-shirt also tight, revealing a strong chest and flat stomach. Henry found himself watching him, over his book, trying to be inconspicuous about it. Watched the way he moved the mower purposefully across his lawn... the way his body moved... imagining it moving over him... He saw his glancing over at him, though Henry was quite adept at concealing his movements. Sunny felt his eyes on him, watching as the sinews of all his ripped muscles flexed and bulged while he calmly mowed his lawn. He purposefully wore his tight jeans, aware that all those squats and leg lifts had sculpted his ass. He liked to show it off. And so he strategize how to mow his lawn to give him the best view.
Sunny felt his cock bulging from within, thinking about him, imagining what Henry was thinking, thinking of what he too, wanted to do to him, with him. His "innocent" smile concealed his sinister intentions as he glanced in his direction, waving to him as he passed the mower easily over his lawn. He slowed the pace, catching an eyeful of his body.
Sunny looked down at himself, and quickly glanced at him, surprising him as Henry caught him catching him looking at that very same bulging crotch. He thought he noticed him licking his lips and smiling mischievously, but he wasn't sure. That's when Henry distracted him. Henry reached over his chair, stopping for a moment as his halter top slipped forward, revealing his glorious and swelling nipples, and lifted a gaze to catch him staring straight at his bulge cock. Henry watched him through lowered lashes... knowing full well he was staring at him and his erect nipples, marveling at the valley between them. A small bead of perspiration began at the base of his throat and traveled slowly down his body. Seductively Henry moved his finger to carress his erect nipple. Henry curled his fingers around the glass of iced tea before sitting down again, offering him a small smile as his eyes met his. Sunny smiled back, continuing to move his mower slowly across his lawn. It seemed to be getting even hotter outside, Henry thought... or maybe it was the desire sparked between the two of them. Half lying in his lounge chair, Henry allowed his legs to part slowly... just slightly... knowing his tight cut-off shorts would show him just what Henry wanted him to see. Henry could feel himself becoming damp with wanting... needing to feel him next to him, all around him, inside his ass hole............ Sunny gasped as he saw him part his legs.
Henry writhed a little in his chair as he slid one way and then the other, giving him strategic views of his hard on cock. He started suddenly, aware that he had been staring at his cock for too long, and hadn't realized that he was now mowing the hedges, or trying to.
Embarrassed but smiling, Sunny backed the mower up and proceeded to make a slow trek across his lawn so that he could again catch glimpses of hard on cock. His crotch throbbed at the thoughts he had, imagining sitting closely by his side, imagining slowly parting his legs, revealing his cock clearly engorged and throbbing, imagining taking his mouht and darting it quickly between his cock, thrusting his dick into Henry's ass hole, delighting in the tart taste, and reveling in his fragrance. "Ahhhhhh," to be there now, doing just that.
He licked his lips, then wiped the beads of sweat cascading down his glistening chest, and slowly walked his mower around the yard, giving him moments to catch him. He hoped that Henry was admiring his muscular body, one that he had proudly worked on for countless hours over the years. His abs were scalped, his chest was chiseled, and his thighs were rock hard. He hoped he would be able to put his body in motion soon--on him. His desire for him was apparent, as Henry stared at the crotch of his tight jeans. Normally Henry wouldn't have thought to approach someone this way, but Henry just had to meet him, had to touch his body... even in just a passing neighborly way. Standing up and adjusting his halter top slightly, Henry made his way across his lawn... he saw him approach and turned off the mower.
Henry introduced himself with a smile, and he returned the gesture. "I thought you might like something cold to drink, after all the hard work you've been doing", Henry said... and hoped he would say yes. He grinned and followed him to his deck, where Henry poured him a fresh glass of iced tea and waved his hand towards an empty chair.
He sat next to him after taking the glass from his hands... his fingers brushing his for just a moment, but enough to send a spark of electricity between them. Looking up into his eyes, his breath caught... Henry had to say something, do something... Henry couldn't let this moment go. Smiling shyly at him, Henry commented that he must really take care of himself, his body lean and sculpted... and inquired as to whether he worked out... "I work out daily," he answered with just a hint of pride. "I love going to the gym, too. But I have a machine in my basement that I use. If you ever want to stop by for a brief workout, I would love to show you," he added. The hope self-evident by the sheepish look on his face. 'OH man!' would I love to show you a workout, he said to himself.
He sat and stared at his hard on cockt. The soft pinkish nipples he saw a while ago made him anxious. Sunny didn't want to appear overanxious for him. But his hard nipples that were clearly showing through his top were driving him insane with desire, and the pounding in his groin only made him more self-conscious of his posture.
He was squirming in his chair, not at all like himself. He was confident, but Henry was reducing him to a blithering idiot. A blithering idiot with a stiff erection and a body that could last through countless hours of wonderful sex, he silently added. "Mmmmm," he really wanted to get a close up of his body, a real close up. So silently, deliberately, he got up from his chair, and walked with a stride filled once again with confidence and determination to kneel beside him. Once there, he rested his chin on the armrest, looked up at his gleaming smile, and waited. The twinkling in his eyes matched his own as Henry brought his hand gently to his face... brushing his fingers over his cheekbone, smiling at his expression... his eyes closed... his lips parted and emitted a soft moan from the touch of his fingertips. His face was clean shaven, soft, and warm. Bringing his hands to either side of his face, Henry bent down to him... gently teasing his lips open with his tongue... drinking from him... consuming him, the softness of his lips on him driving his desire for him.
Henry felt his arms snake around his waist and pull him up out of the chair... and gasped as he swung him up into his arms and started for the house. Sunny gazed down into his eyes and Henry became lost in those endless pools of blue... and his smile, so warm yet seductive... made him want him madly. Henry could barely speak to direct him to his bedroom... Henry felt like a wanton woman but of course he i a teen gay... breathless and so ready to have him... He stride quickly to his house, opening the front door with his hand as his other pressed his chest with turgid nipples firmly to his chest, and kicked the door as it swung open. He then turned and took his lips into his, kissing him deeply as his surroundings closed in on him and he focused on his seductive lips, his beautiful eyes, and his soft but firm cheeks.
He saw from the corner of his eyes a beautiful lush sofa and threw him down onto it. Sunny smiled as he reached behind his neck and undid his ties, loosening his top, slowly peeling it away from his chest, gasping as his nipples swelling at their sudden exposure. He leaned forward, kissed his lips, then slowly slid his tongue down his cheeks and stopped at his chest, circling the left nipple first, then the right, as his mouth and hands greedily played with his silky mounds. Henry let out a soft moan,"ohhhhhnnnnn" and arched up toward him as his hands encircled his beautiful chest... his thumbs lazily toying with his nipples... his tongue gliding slowly over them. His fingers entwined in his hair, pulling his lips closer to him. Never had Henry experienced such sensations of pleasure coursing through his body.
Suddenly he nipped lightly at his skin with his teeth, and Henry let out a sharp gasp..."oooyyyyeeeee" followed by a low moan..."ahhhhhh" almost purring as he continued to bathe his chest with his tongue... touching them... admiring them. His eyes closed as Henry gave in to the feelings of desire sliding through his body. Henry became a pool of liquid heat... moist between his thighs... parting them almost subconsciously, wanting to feel him touch himm there.
His head spun, the emotions so new and different... Henry wanted to feel him everywhere... touch him everywhere... became one with his body. Lightly Henry dragged his nails across his shoulders, smiling as Sunny moaned against his chest. Allowing his fingers to explore him thoroughly, Henry memorized each part of his body... down his smooth back, his sides, his hips... then finally down to cup his ass... squeezing lightly, finding it so firm... muscular. Henry couldn't help but imagine his ass rising and falling as he thrust deeply into hi ass hole... Sunny flattened his tongue against his nipple, delighted in his soft moans of pleasure as he gripped it between his teeth and tugged on it lightly. His nipples were hard, succulent, and inviting. He was in Heaven, sweet clouds of flesh on his face, cradling his cheeks as he lapped from one side to the other.
He sensed his rising desire, and felt it within himself as he continued playing with him. And when Henry parted his legs, a quick wave of passion washed over him.
Quickly he looked down to his waist and found his shorts already unfastened. He moved down a little closer between his legs as Henry scraped his shoulders and then his ass when he moved.
He was admiring the hard on cock in front of him. His arousal was unbearable. He had to taste his hard on cock, he had to feed from him, as his arousal was undeniably evident from the fragrance that Henry was emitting. The liquid heat between his legs was heading to a boil. And it was releasing a scent that he could not deny, nor one that he would resist. Sunny's tongue seductively dipping into hi navel... bringing forth a sharp gasp from his lips "eeehhhhh." Henry marveled at the wondrous feelings he created within him... delighting in every moment of pleasure he gave. Henry was lost as Henry gazed into his eyes once more, silently pleading... urging him to the source of his fire... the burning heat and wetness on his cock. Henry needed to be suck.
Sunny kissed his body over and over... everywhere... making him squirm underneath him... grabbing at his shoulders, his hair... pushing him down further. His lids were lowered... his lashes softly brushing his cheeks... his hair falling over his forehead. Henry felt such a rush of lust... mad desire for this man... it overtook him. "Pleeeeaseeeee", Henry breathed in a husky voice, "touch meeeee... taste me... love meeeeeee". Suck my cock and make me cum,, "pleeeassseeee."
Sunny looked up at the sound of his voice... eyes dark with desire... and smiled. Silently bending his head to him, he swirled the tip of his tongue over his sensitive balls and Henry gasped... moaned... and bucked his hips toward him. A rush of juices exploded from just one touch of his tongue... and he eagerly lapped them up. Henry raised his arms up above his head, gripping the pillow and cried out as his tongue moved over him again... His pleads rushed over him like a whirlwind, swirling delicious thoughts through his head as he cascaded down his body, licking every inch of him, kissing his soft smooth flesh. His eyelashes flickered over him, bringing sighs of delight with their soft touch on his aroused body. The feel of the soft bristles his eyelashes gave contrasted with his satiny wet tongue had him writhing with ecstasy.
Slowly, Sunny descended, caressing his cock with his tongue as if it were the last meal he would ever taste, a delicacy he would savor over and over. As he wrapped his magical tongue over it, he heard his soft moans, and saw his luscious cock, erupting with juices.

The Steaming Room

A million things were running through Sam's mind as he stood their in the elevator, nervously playing with his shoulder-length brown locks. Would he like me? Would the apartment be a mess? Was he more handsome than me? These and other thoughts continuously pounded his head as he was only 2 floors from moving in with his new roommate. He was, for some reason, nervous and scared about this guy, whose name was Kier. He straightened his black short and black jacket--he had just gotten off from school and hoped he didn't look too juvenile. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Sam walked slowly to apartment #207.

Knocking on the door quietly, he heard a sweet voice from inside call, "Just a minute!". He fixed his clothing again, and waited. A brawn guy pulled the door open. Sam looked him over--he wasn't any older than him, about 18 or so, he was wearing a tight white t-shirt--with full, firm chest pushing against the fabric, and tight faded blue jeans. With one quick glance at his own chest--which wasn't too bad--he smiled.

"Hi, you must be Kier...I'm Sam." He extended his hand.

Grasping his hand, he replied, "It is so nice to finally meet you! Let me show you around!" Sam liked this girl. Nice, friendly, and just as handsome as him. He stepped inside.

The apartment was well furnished, with nice leather chairs, and a long couch. There was a joining kitchen, and a bathroom and bedroom with two single beds. Sam placed the bag with his belongings on one of the beds, and sat down on it.

"So, what do you think?" Kier asked him, impatiently.

"It's wonderful," he replied, "I love it." Sam slipped his shoes off and swung his legs onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Kier took this chance to look over Sam. He hadn't told his new roommate that he was a teen gay. Hopefully, as Kier looked over his well-shaped body, he could tell him. He wouldn't deny that he was attracted to Sam. He began to slowly undress him in his mind...

Sam ducked into his sleek black Saturn. He had to work tonight because he has a part-time job; Kier had told him that afterwards the two of them could go see a movie or something, to get to know each other better. I hope I can tell that I am a teen gay, he thought to himself as he turned down the street to his work place. It'd be a lot easier that way, I just hope he doesn't feel weird about it or anything--he seems really cool.

Kier hurriedly scooped his school books out of the backseat of his car, and walked quickly to the elevator, he was going to tell Sam tonight, to get it out in the open. He wasn't sure if he'd tell him that he was attracted to him, that definitely depended on his reaction to his bisexuality. Once out of the elevator, he entered his apartment, and started to get ready--Sam would be home from work in only a half an hour.

He went into the bedroom and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He slipped out of his khaki pants, sliding them over his brief, and tossed them into the closet. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, in his cotton underwear. He looked at himself, wondering what to wear for Sam. He pulled the pair of his favorite leather pants out of his closet, and pulled them up over his brief--fitting snugly around his cute, round ass. He took his black, fuzzy sweater off of a rack and pulled it over his chest, it stopped at the top of his belly-button. He looked once more in the mirror, straightened his clothing, and nodded confidently. He walked back out to the living room and pulled on of his bare feet onto the table, and started to clean his nail as he heard a key enter the door.

Kier watched as the door swung open and Sam walked in. He smiled happily to him, as Sam slipped out of his black jacket and slung it over a chair. He started to finger the top button of his white polo.

"Hey Kier...how are you doing?" Sam asked as he sat down on the arm of the chair, next to him.

"Um..great," he stopped for a moment, gently biting his lower lip, "I have something to tell you, Sam."

"And what's that?" Sam inched his face closer to Kier's.

"Well...I don't know how to exactly tell you this. But...” He words were hushed by Sam's soft lips, pushing them against his. Sam slid further into the chair, and opened his mouth. Kier followed, and soon their tongues were entwined, each taking turns exploring the other's mouth. Sam swung a leg over Kier, straddling him. He rubbed the sides of his bare stomach, below the sweater. Still kissing him deeply, Kier gently placed his hands on Sam's firm ass, feeling it softly through his pants.

They both knew neither had to say anything. This is what they both wanted. Sam now began running his soft tongue along Kier's neck, below his ear and then against his tongue. He started to unbutton his own polo, and Kier helped him. Sam pulled the polo off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Kier gingerly placed his hands underneath Sam's chest. He gently pushed up, massaging his firm chest. Sam moaned softly as his nipples started to become erect. Kier softly kissed the tops of his chest, letting his tongue slip between them.

Sam hooked his fingers underneath Kier's sweater. Kier pulled his hands down and placed them on top of his. Together, they pulled the sweater over Kier's head, his tight chest bounced slightly as it was freed. Sam thought he would have an orgasm right then--seeing Kier just half-naked had been his fantasy, even though they had met only a day ago. He started to kiss his chest, teasing Kier's firm nipple. It was now Kier who let out a short gasp of pleasure.

Kier couldn't wait any longer; he ran his hands up Sam's back, looking for the hold of his nipples. When he found it, he slowly caress it with his thumb. Kier then put his hands on the sides of his chest. Kier began to suck his nipples gently, letting his tongue roll around them. As Kier was pleasuring him, Sam caresses Kier’s nipples. Now, they again began kissing deeply, letting their nipples first, and then their chest push together. Kier felt around Sam's back, and found the zipper to his pants. He gently pulled it down, then, sliding his hands down the back of his pants, pushed it down and around his ankles. Sam pulled Kier to a standing position, stepped out of his pants, and knelt to the floor, in only his white brief. He kissed below Kier's navel, running his hands up and firmly rubbing his cute ass, curved by his leather pants. He moved his hands to the front of him, and let them slip under the fold where the zipper was. There was a small, quick snap as the clasp was unbuttoned. Sam bit the tip of the zipper, sliding it down with his teeth. Kier was now massaging his own chest, lost in the pleasure.

Sam hooked his fingers on the sides of his pants, and slid them down slowly, first, around his thighs; then his knees, and finally to his feet. Kier stepped out of them. Sam stood again, and gently eased Kier back into a sitting position, running a finger down his lips, between his still firm chest, and to the waistband of his brief. He slipped the finger under the fabric, to tease Kier. It was working; Kier's whole body was trembling as he did this. Sam then pulled his brief down, revealing first the soft, curled hairs above his now hard-on cock, then sliding them down to the floor. Sam again kneeled, sliding one hand up Kier's inner thigh. He could notice the spot of wetness in his brief. He slid his hand around Kier's cock, and from there, pulled his brief to the floor. Now, he began to kiss the inside of his thighs, as he slid on hand closer to his waiting cock. One hand gently slipped inside, and Kier gasped. Sam's hand began to massage his balls, and before long Kier's small body jerked softly with an orgasm. Sam removed his hand, and replaced it with his mouth. This pleasured Kier even more, the wetness of his tongue against his cock. Before long, Kier had come again.

They had switched positions, and Kier was now doing the hand job to Sam. He also had used his tongue to pleasure Sam to his third orgasm. After this orgasm they were tired, and moved to the couch. Together they laid down, kissing each other softly.

Before long, they had fallen asleep, still nude, and holding each other in their arms. After that night, they never hesitated to tell one another anything ever again.

Dimensional Sex Trip

Tossing and turning, Pat tried unsuccessfully to find a comfortable sleeping position. He rolled over on his side, only to see the dim red numbers on his bedside clock show that it was now three thirty in the morning. He groaned and said out loud, “Good grief, I have to get up in just three hours to go to school, I just gotta get some sleep!” In another fifteen minutes or so, sleep over took his tired body, but it was far from fitful. He tossed and turned, slipping in and out of unconsciousness, caught in that nether world between sleep and awake. As the clock ticked towards five o’clock, something very strange began happening to Pat’s body. His cock became very hard, totally aroused and ready for intercourse. He was vaguely aware that something sexual was overtaking him, but he was powerless to stop it. Slowly his whole body was enveloped by this “force”, this sexual presence that seemed to fill his very existence. He trembled as it rushed through him, making every pore of his skin seem like a mini cock. He was exuding sexuality in a way he had never felt before!!! Although not conscious, he was aware of everything that is happening to him, that feeling that his entire being was a huge sex organ. Then it hit him, he felt something or someone inside of his ass hole driving him to the most massive orgasm he had ever felt in his young teenager life! He screamed in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure swept through him, ripping away his modest demeanor in the process. And then, just as quickly as it started, it was over! Limp as an old dish rag, with sweat popping out all over him, he awoke, barley able to move, all of his energy sapped by some strange force.

He fell back into a deep sleep, not even hearing the alarm clock’s loud buzz, as he slept straight through until noon. When he finally came to, he struggled into the bathroom, getting under a cold shower, trying to regain his senses. Still weak as a kitten, he called his adviser and told him that he wouldn’t be in due to illness, and then went to the kitchen to get something to eat. “My god,” he thought, “what the hell happened to me last night!” Although his sex life wasn’t exactly on fire at the moment, he had enough orgasms through regular sex, as well as masturbation. He had heard, of course, about wet dreams, but he thought that that was a grown up thing, at least ways until now! But there was no mistaking it, he had had an orgasm in his sleep! “Well,” he opined to himself, “no harm in that I guess,” and then commenced cleaning up his lunch dishes. Finally feeling more like himself, he went out and ran a few errands, soon forgetting about his experience from the night before.

The next morning he was off to school early, knowing he had a lot to make up because of yesterday’s absence. He hopped on the bus and took a seat about halfway back from the driver. Still a little tired, he kept nodding off, being jolted back awake by the jerking motion of the bus. It was during one of the moments when he was just about under, when it started happening again. He could feel it in his asshole! Trying to stop it, he struggled to open his eyes, but to no avail. It was almost like seeing an accident in slow motion, you think you can stop it, but it just seems to be a little out of your reach. Again his whole being was being swept along by a mystical force, far more powerful than he was capable of resisting. His asshole was leaking juice, making his crack drip onto his briefs, making them damp with the aroma of fresh sex. His breathing became shallow as his body responded to the excitement that coursed through him. While he had never had any problem cumming, his body was now an instrument of sexual desire! He could feel this tremendous orgasm welling up inside of him, no human being had ever made him feel so female because guys all treated him as just oner teen gay! What ever was causing him to cum, was also making him feel like the most sexually perfect teen gay on earth. At this very moment his mind and asshole were as one in the universe. He felt like the mother of all beings, it was impossible to describe, but he just knew that no other teen gay had ever been as fulfilled as he was right now! Something was in his asshole, making his ass cheeks and cock puff up like they had never done before. he felt so sexual, so like he has a pussy. He was the ultimate teen gay, and he was being taken by an unknown force! Again, he screamed when his asshole was rocked by the most intense orgasm any teen gay had ever experienced! When he finally opened his eyes, thirty five other passengers were staring at him, wondering what had caused this seixteen year old guy to have what appeared to be an intense sexual episode on a crowded city bus!!! He would have gotten off at the next stop, but as was the case yesterday morning, he couldn’t move a muscle. By the time the bus reached down town, he had just enough strength to wobble to the exit door and make it to the street. He hoped he could walk the remaining block to his school, but he really wasn’t sure that he could!!!

When he finally plopped down in his chair, he was still feeling the effects of his bus orgasm. Several of his classmates stopped by to see if he was okay. He merely nodded and told them that he was still a little weak from the flu and that he would be all right, not believing those words even as he spoke them! Twice in the last forty eight hours he had been racked by the most vicious orgasms he could possibly imagine, both having left him shaken and trembling! While he had always had a healthy attitude towards sex, there was something almost sinister about what was happening to him. As good as it had felt, there was an under current of malevolence surrounding the whole affair. The main problem was what was causing it, and what if anything could he do about it if he did find out what was going on! Pat spent the rest of his day immersed in his work, trying not to dwell on whether it would happen again. The only thing he was sure of so far, was that in both cases he had been sleeping when he was over taken. “Oh great,” he thought, “all I have to do is never fall asleep again and everything will be all right!” At six pm sharp he left his school and headed for the bus stop, anxious to get home and take a hot bath and get to bed. He was mentally and physically fatigued, and his usually sharp mind had been dulled by the past days events. While standing by the bus stop, a rather odd thing occurred, that on any other day would have meant nothing to him. An old man, a bag lady for lack of a nicer term, was approaching him on the sidewalk pushing a shopping cart. In a city the size of Manila, this was not an uncommon event, so Pat hardly paid any attention to him as he moved haltingly through the rush hour crowd. It wasn’t until he was almost on top of him that Pat realized he was trying to make eye contact with him. When their eyes met, they locked together, making a cold shiver run down his spine. He tried to look away, but something held him in the gaze of the old man, a feeling he had previously felt during his two episodes of the last two days. Closer and closer the old man came, causing Pat to feel that he might actually have a panic attack right there on Avenida Street! When they were but inches apart, the old man whispered in a husky voice, “You are one of us now, in due course you will understand your place! Dimensional Sex trip!!!!” Just as quickly as he had appeared, the old man was shuffling off down the street, glancing back at Pat, again causing him to shiver at the mere sight of the old man’s face. “Dimensional Sex Trip,” Pat thought, as he boarded his north bound bus, “I’ve never heard that word before, I wonder what it could mean?!?” “Probably nothing,” he reassured herself, “ he was just an old man, what the hell would he know!?!”

After a long hot soaking in the tub, Pat felt immeasurably better. He ordered Chinese food, watched a little TV, and leafed through a magazine, and called his best friend Collin, and made plans for a little billiard trip tomorrow afternoon. A relaxing weekend, that’s what he needed, and he was off to a good start! The droning sound from the TV, along with a glass of wine too many, and before he knew it, Pat was sound asleep on the sofa. Almost immediately the same sinister force enveloped him! His asshole, wet with sexual desire, hid breathing becoming shallow, his pulse quickening as unbridled lust swept through him. He was only conscious that it was happening again, the only difference being that he didn’t try to fight it, instinctively knowing it was hopeless to do so. Again his body responded in a most gay way, giving of himself to the on rushing orgasm! This time, however, he sensed more of a presence, of something making him feel like the mother of all things! What was it, what could it be!?! His ass walls began to contract as the orgasm spread through his entire being. The climax ebbed, leaving Pat a disheveled sweaty mess, his mind slowly clearing. There was no doubt about it now, these orgasms came only when he was sleeping! What on earth was the matter with him! My god, he just couldn’t keep on this way! The only odd thing that happened to him over the first few days was his encounter with that bag man. “What was it he said,” thought Pat, “dimensional sex trip!?!” “What a funny sounding word, I wonder if it even is a word!!!” After such a sexual explosion, Pat decided he needed another shower. His body was damp with sweat, and his asshole dripping wet from the intense experience. After his shower, Pat went to his dictionary hoping to find the meaning of the word “dimensional”. What he found frightened him, but his common sense told him it was an impossibility! His dictionary described a dimensional as a demon who has sexual relations with sleeping ten gays. “No way,” he spoke out loud, “just fairy tales and folklore!!!” Even as he spoke, though, he had this terrible feeling that what the old man had said was true. How could he have possibly known that Pat was having nocturnal orgasms? Why were these orgasms so devastating? Why only when he was sleeping? So many questions, so few answers, and now it was time for bed. Pat felt a feeling of helplessness come over him. He was almost sure that he would be assaulted again in his sleep, but his need for sleep was overpowering as well. Slowly he climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to his neck, and then waited. As usual, a person doesn’t even realize when they slip off to dreamland, and Pat was no exception. He just drifted off, and was soon snoring quietly in regular breaths. This time he felt “him” enter his body through his asshole. Instantly he soaked his brief with secretions, his whole body becoming inflamed with lust. This time it seemed to be communicating directly with him, making it’s presence overtly known. It was as if it was telling him exactly what it was doing to him, and that he was going to take it and like it! By now, the fourth such occurrence, Pat had become more accustomed to the intense sexual excitement that he was feeling. It was now becoming almost like a drug for him, nothing else compared to the feeling that the dimensional sex trip could give him! He could feel his demonic passion filling him up, and he finally gladly relented, now almost begging “him” to take him as “his” own! His cock and asshole shook as the pleasure built to unbelievable heights! His ass seemed to be as large as the universe, with the dimensional sex trip wrapping itself around it, driving him to even greater sexual heights! When his orgasm erupted, his entire body was wracked by the most incredible feeling on the face of the earth, at that moment he knew he was “his”! This time he lingered in his body, almost as if to say you are mine forever!

First Sex Lesson

Mon rang the doorbell of his best friend, Sol's apartment. The door opened and Sol stood in the doorway dressed in a white sweatshirt too short for him and tight, gray slacks.

"Hey," he greeted Mon in his posh English accent, "come on in. Oh my god, you're soaked, it must really be raining hard!"

"It is," agreed Mon, taking off his raincoat and placing his umbrella by the door to dry. Sol and Mon had decided to go shopping over the weekend at the new mall downtown; they had agreed to meet at Sol's house beforehand.

"Would you like a cup of tea or something?" asked Sol, taking Mon's raincoat and hanging it up in a closet. Mon shook his head, his wet, ginger, corkscrew curls sticking to his freckled cheeks as he followed Sol through a door and down a hallway to his room.

Sol had painted the walls of his room a light blue color himself. On them were posters of his favorite rock stars and actors. Almost all the furniture was a creamy white color. As Mon entered though, he was drawn to the screen of Sol's laptop. Walking slowly over, his eyes became wide as he saw it was on a gay website.

"I just became a member," said Sol, a hint of pride in his voice. He flicked a lock of hair over his shoulder and followed his friend. Mon stared, transfixed, at the pictures of nude gays kissing, touching, and licking each other.

"Don't tell me you've never seen a naked guy before Mon," joked Sol, sitting down in front of the screen. Looking slyly up at Mon he gave a fake moan of ecstasy and licked the screen where a large picture of a hard cock was. Mon flushed slightly, becoming uncomfortable. He shook his head and said,

"I haven't."

Sol's face registered surprise; then he gave a bark of laughter.

"I almost believed you there for a second!"

Mon gave a small smile, and becoming redder stuttered, "Really Sol…. I-I've never seen… that before." His eyes traveled back to the screen.

"You've never seen anything like this on the internet?"

Mon shook his head.

"You've never seen a grown guy naked before?"

Mon shook his head.

"Have you ever had sex?!"

Mon shook his head for the third time, feeling stupid and blushing furiously. Sol's mouth hung slightly open, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh Mon, honey," he moaned sympathetically. "I feel so bad for you. I can't imagine life without sex! It would be just… hell. And you have a great body, I can't believe it!" He ran his eyes down his friend's body.

Mon flushed a bright red. He wanted to change the subject but couldn't seem to find his voice.

"Well then," Sol said briskly, "I'll just have to teach you then. Take off your clothes."

Mon stood rooted to the spot in amazement. Take off his clothes? Show his body?

"Come on Mon, don't be shy. I mean, we're best friends right?"

"Yes," Mon answered tentatively.

"And we totally trust each other, right?"

"…Yes…" Mon said again.

"So take off your clothes." Sol pointed to the middle of the room. "Right there."

He sat on the bed and looked expectantly at Mon, waiting for him to begin.

"No Sol."

"Oh my god Mon!" Sol snapped. "There's nothing to it! All you have to do is strip! Anyway, it's my duties as a best friend to teach you all you need to know. Now, come on," the last part was spoken softly, encouragingly.

"No Sol," Mon repeated.

"Damn-it Mon!" Sol sighed in exasperation, then stood up. "Then I'll go first. Watch."

Standing in the middle of the room he took off his small sweatshirt. Underneath it was his chest pointed slightly upwards and his nipples were hard and protruding. He looked at Mon pointedly before slipping out of his slacks and hooking his thumbs in the elastic of his black brief, pulling it down. He was shaved. Mon thought of his own unshaven bush and his slightly large chest for he works out every now and then and was determined more than ever that Sol wouldn't see them.

Mon lowered his eyes in modesty as his friend stood before him, stark naked. Sol turned slowly so that Mon could see all of him, running his hands down his chests and nicely curved ass.

"Stop blushing!" he snapped, fingering a nipple. "Now strip…or am I going to have to do it for you?" He took a menacing step forwards.

Not wanting to do this at all, but not wanting Sol to do it for him, Mon slowly started to strip.

Sol watched silently as Mon took off his shirt to reveal white, freckled chest that were slightly larger than his. Mon stood there, not touching his pants.

"I'm not going any further Sol," he said meekly.

"What are you…scared Mon?"

"No. I just don't want to go any further."

"Come on baby," Sol convinced. "I promise we'll take it slow at first. I'll be gentle and we'll do whatever you want."

Mon shook his head, then in one swift movement Sol was beside him and had jerked down both his jeans and his brief. Mon froze like a cornered animal and tried to reach for his pants, but Sol kicked them out of the way.

"Damn Mon, you're body is so beautiful," murmured Sol, extending a hand towards his friend's neat, black colored bush.

Mon, his eyes wide, backed away from Sol's outstretched hand and found himself up against the wall. Taking his friend by the arm, Sol eased Mon onto the bed. Then, lying beside him, he ran a hand over his friend's nipples. The puffy, pink nipples quickly hardened into tight knots of flesh under his touch as he traced around Mon's areole. Mon gave a small gasp at Sol's touch.

"Just relax Mon," Sol whispered. "Let me do you. Let me make you feel good."

Mon just moaned in answer as Sol slipped hi mouth over a nipple and began to suck, making kissing little noises, lapping over it with his tongue, nibbling with his teeth.

After a few moments he raised his head to kiss Mon gently on the lips. He did it again, harder, and this time felt Mon kiss his back. Sol then thrust his tongue inside Mon's mouth; Mon hesitantly followed his example. Mon made a little noise of protest and stirred under him.

"You're doing fine honey," Sol whispered, leaving Mon's mouth and kissing between his breasts, moving steadily downwards. Mon, who knew what was coming, attempted to push Sol off him, but Sol took his hands and guided Mon's own hand to his hard-on cock.

"Feel how hard you are Mon," he said softly, moving the hand around. Mon hears the jobs he was doing to his own cock. He could smell himself, his fingers coated in his own juices. He could smell Sol as he continued.

"Fell how hot and ready you are. I could really make you feel good, just give me a chance. I so fucking want you baby!"

The ginger curls on Mon's forehead were damp with sweat, and his breathing came in pants as Sol pressed his hand further into his own cock. Sol left Mon to masturbate for a second as he eased his legs open wider, looking down on the hard on cock only inches away from his own face. His clit stood at attention, peeking through the halo of coarse, black hair.

Sol removed Mon's hand and ran his own through the black bush, opening Mon's legs wider, searching for Mon's virgin cock. The juices seeped out and over his hands and fingers and bed and he opened the legs wider to get to his asshole. It was small, a perfect "O". Smiling, Sol took his index finger and began pointing it to Mon's virgin asshole. Mon gave a surprised and pain-filled cry.

"Don't worry baby. We'll take this slow. Nice and slow," whispered Sol, pushing the finger in further, wiggling it around inside of Mon. Mon gave another shriek. New beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his panting got considerably.

"Stop Sol!" he panted, squirming. "Stop, it hurts!"

"Pain is part of the process," said Sol, jamming the finger in harder. Mon cried out again. Sol then laid down on Mon's body, his finger was still moving around inside his asshole, and he leaned forwards so that their noses were almost touching.

"I love you Mon. I want to make you feel good. I want to eat your cock; I want my tongue in your asshole. I want to lick you, I want to fuck you, I want to sleep with you. I want to suck and chew your big hard-on cock, I want to have sex with you until you just melt!" With his other hand Sol opened Mon's hole wider and inserted his middle finger as well. Mon screamed.

"Ahhhhh! It hurts! Sol!" cried Mon, his eyes closed, his head thrashing back and forth.

"Yes, baby. I know it does. I'll start pumping now, okay?"

"No! NO!"

"Yes, yes I will. I want to use toys on you. I want to cause you pain and agony. I want to make you scream! Oh, I want to make you cum and cum, and scream for me to stop and I'll never stop! I want to make scream and cum so fucking hard!"

He shoved his fingers in, then took them almost all the way out only to thrust them viciously back in again, making Mon scream. He inserted a third finger, pumping them in and out so hard that tears appeared on Mon's face as he shrieked and begged Sol to stop.

Suddenly Sol whipped his fingers out and knelt down. Before Mon realized what was happening he arched his back as he felt the softness of Sol's mouth on his hard-on cock, licking out his juices, licking him so softly that it was torture. Mon gasped and entangled his fingers in his curls.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Yessss…. Oh god Sol! Yesssssssss!!!"

Mon was visibly trembling; sweat now coated his whole body as he grunt and groaned and shrieked. His face flickered from one emotion to another as Sol continued to give him his silent lesson. Grinding himself into Sol's face, Mon suddenly began giving loud, animal-like sounds. Feeling his friend nearing the point of his climax, Sol began to do his job more viciously.

"Oh my…oh my god….Sol I think I'm going to cum!" whimpered Mon.

And sure enough, after another minute of intensive licking, the muscles in his thighs and stomach tightened and he screamed, "OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!"

His thighs clenched Sol's head, holding it there in his orgasmic throes as cum spurted out of his cock where Sol's full-lipped mouth didn't catch it. After Mon had finished he lay there, panting so that his chest heaved like freckled, pink-peaked nipples. Cum dribbled out of the corners of Sol's mouth, trickling down his chin. Getting up, Sol put his lips over Mon's open mouth, spitting the cum into him.

"Swallow it Mon," he ordered quietly.

Mon swallowed his cum and Sol lay down next to his friend, rubbing Mon's nipple and nibbling on his earlobe.

"Sol?"

"Mmmm hmmm?"

"Let me lick you."

Sol smiled as he repositioned himself, once more lowering his head to where Mon's cock invitingly beckoned him. He shivered in pleasure and closed his eyes as his pupil opened him with a finger and then latched onto his asshole. It had been a productive and good first lesson.