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.
"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.
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