I met Momat online, PlanetRomeo I think. He was only 19, less than half my age at the time. He was inexperienced but curious and intrigued about Ang Mohs. Due to pressures from his traditional Malay family he hadn’t had the chance to experiment with men and his time in National Service wasn’t making things any easier.
We chatted via whatsapp for a few weeks, I thought he was too far in the closet to do anything about it, so it was a bit of a surprise to me that he agreed to meet one Friday evening after Booking Out. He hadn’t asked for a cherry pop, I didn’t know at the time that he’d never been with any guys at all, I figured it was just a regular hook-up.
He turned up in his green digitized ammo uniform and took a while to unlace his boots at the front door. First impressions were as good as his pictures. His spiky hair topped an oval face, deep brown eyes, cupid-bow lips and a not-too-flat nose. Did I mention his lips? They were full of promise, inviting and beautiful to look at. I wanted to kiss him right there.
He was around 176cm tall and with his clothes on looked quite slim.
He took off his tunic, leaving a green army t-shirt underneath. With his combat trousers and bare feet he was self-conscious sitting there on my sofa, but in a shy and appealing way. I offered a drink and mixed a hefty vodka-coke and he downed it to calm his nerves.
We chatted to put him at ease, but the conversation was quite one-sided. He was so shy that every answer was little more than a grunt followed by a nervous grin, flashing white and perfect teeth.
I noticed that when he lifted his drink, his biceps curled nicely in his t-shirt, stretching the fabric to its limits. His chest promised nice pectorals, and I could see a line across his ankles where the hair from his legs stopped and his smooth feet began.
After a second drink he was smiling even more, but his answers to my questions didn’t get any longer. I figured if the conversation wasn’t going anywhere I could at least see if he wanted to try anything. I asked him if he wanted to go through to the bedroom and the most he could muster was a mumbled “whatever, ok” response.
So I took him by the hand to my room, and as we stood at the side of the bed I held his smooth cheeks in my hands and leaned in to kiss him. He didn’t pull away, which I figure is a good sign, but he didn’t really move his lips either. They were soft and plump, and I need more. I kept at it until he opened his mouth a bit, encouraging him, tonguing him, pushing with my tongue to get him to return the favour. I realised then what the issue was.
“You ever done this before?” I asked him
“Uhhh n-no” was his nervous reply.
“Ok, let’s take things slowly” I responded, grateful for another chance to teach the joys of gay sex to a young acolyte. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, it’s all up to you. I won’t ask if you want to do something every step of the way, but if you want me to stop, just tell me to stop, and we can try something else, OK?”
“Now, let’s start by relaxing a little. Open your mouth a bit, touch my tongue with yours, feel what I do and if you want to do it too, that’s great!”
And with that I locked lips with him again. I was slow and accommodating, letting him warm up and get used to the new sensations, the heat of kissing another man.
His hands were still at his sides, so I grabbed his hands and wrapped them round by back as I continued to hold his face to mine. That seemed to break the spell and given permission his hands started their exploratory climb across my back and up to my head.
It took a while, but he finally relaxed in to the kiss, getting the hang of it and kissing me back. Honestly, for a first-timer is wasn’t too bad. I was enjoying holding his smooth cheeks and soft, virgin lips. I pulled back and smiled encouragingly and he gave me another nervous grin.
I climbed on to the bed and lay on my side, patting the space next to me. He climbed up awkwardly, eventually managing to lie beside me and we carried on with our passionate kissing. With my free hand I pulled his body towards me and used it to explore his back, feeling the muscles ripple with each movement, not an ounce of fat beneath his t-shirt. My hand headed south, feeling out a small but round and firm bubble butt and I knew I had hit the jackpot. His quads felt strong and developed, not huge, but in keeping with his slim frame. I slid my hand up his arm as he held me, touching the beautiful dark-brown soft skin of his forearms, feeling the bunching of his biceps as he returned the favour.
When he seemed comfortable, I sat up, bringing him with me. I tugged at his t-shirt and slipped it off over his head in one move. What greeted me was beyond my imagination. Honestly, when I now think of the perfect guy and what his body would look like, I think of Momat now.
His shoulders were far wider than his hips. Not in a gangly way, because his chest filled out the space and tapered to a narrow waist that disappeared in to his combats. His trapezius muscles slanted at 45 degrees to nicely rounded deltoids on his shoulders, which gave way to the rounded biceps. His muscles weren’t huge, just defined and oozing potential. His chest was split down the middle with a line separating his pecs, splitting at the bottom in an inverted-Y shape, and giving way to a defined six-pack. At the sides, his obliques pulled back across his ribs and the total package was one of beautiful definition. His chest was perfectly hairless, all the better to show off his toned body, and below his navel was the smallest hint of hair leading down to his pants. Dark nipples stood proud atop his magnificent chest, neither too big or too small. And all of this was covered with perfect, blemish-free and sun-kissed Malay skin. Dark, rich and sensuous to the touch.
My shirt joined his on the floor, and my tongue went for his nipples. This new assault on his senses paralysed him, as if he couldn’t concentrate on touching me and having his nipples nibbled at the same time. The flicks of my tongue elicited a small “unfff” sound from him with every touch. As my tongue and lips administered to one side, my fingers flicked and pinched on the other. I swapped sides occasionally, and soon Momat’s breathing was getting faster.
“Sensitive nipples huh?” I asked him.
“Don’t stop!” he begged me.
I locked lips with him again, while my fingers did their work on his torso, feeling the tender skin of his chest, teasing his nipples. I could feel his breath as we kissed, his panting increasing as the lust in him awoke. I wondered briefly if he would orgasm from the nipple stimulation alone. But I wasn’t ready for him to climax so soon.
I pulled back, and tried to get his trousers off. They proved to be tricky, so he stood and shucked them to the floor. His legs were as magnificent to look at as they felt – black hair dusting from mid-way down his quads, skirting his knees and covering his lower legs. The flesh of his inner thighs was also perfectly smooth, highlighting his black briefs underwear and the tent that was pointing at me aggressively.
My shorts joined his trousers on the floor, and we fell back on to the bed. Without me distracting his attention by playing with his nipples, Momat was able to focus on kissing me and touching me. Our hands discovered each other, roaming across each other’s bodies, feeling the heat between us. The scratchy feel of his hairy shins against mine, the hardness of his quads contrasted with the softness of his skin. Feeling the V of his back, tapering down to his narrow waist, disappearing into his underwear. I could squeeze the glorious mounds of his ass through the tight briefs, feeling the firmness of his cute little butt. I couldn’t get enough of him.
But that was nothing compared to the eagerness with which Momat began to explore my body. His hands felt like they were everywhere at once. He kept coming back to the hair across my chest, enjoying the novelty of being up close with another man. We couldn’t have looked more different – me the older, pale and larger Ang Moh. Him the slimmer, smoother, younger Malay. So different and yet in that moment we were so united in trying to touch each other as much as we could.
Eventually my hands slid in to the back of his underwear, I wanted to feel that amazing ass. I wasn’t disappointed. Smooth, round and beautiful to the touch I was hot to get my tongue in there as far as possible.
Somehow we managed to strip each other of our underwear, both of us sporting hard cocks already. I sort of expected a paler ass, as if he’d been sunbathing in speedos but his beautiful buns were as dark and inviting as the rest of his skin.
Whilst I am hairy but trimmed, Momat was completely smooth, shaved as smooth as a peach. His cock pointed straight at his chin, his dark ball-sack hanging loose with decent love eggs hanging down. His cock was circumcised high and tight – so tight that when I grabbed it there was no loose skin at all. His pole was average length, maybe around 5” or so, quite wide side-to-side and less so front-to-back. The head of his cock, and the skin about 1” down his shaft was paler than the rest of his skin. The circumcision mark was smooth but obvious from the change in colour.
And he was hard. I mean really, really hard. There was no give in it, it didn’t want to bend left, right or down. It was completely solid. His cock was like steel. I mean, I get hard enough to hang a towel from my cock, but his was hard enough to hammer nails I swear.
I felt his balls, his hairless sack baggy and droopy in my palm, quite the contrast to his rock-hard erection.
Our lips found each other again, and our hands continued to explore each other, except now I was exploring more of his arse and cock. My fingers slid smoothly between his ass-cheeks, across his rosebud and feeling his taint and balls from behind. Again, Momat seemed paralysed by the new sensations and unable to continue his survey of my body while I was touch new areas of his.
I must be honest and say that I generally prefer uncircumcised guys like myself. I am more familiar with how to work a cock with a foreskin. But Momat’s cock was beautiful in its rigid perfection. Without the extra skin to slide over his cock-head, I didn’t want to be too brutal with my fist. I figured a bit of natural lube would help smooth things along.
Momat lay on his back and I positioned myself between his legs. I teased him with my finger tips, flittering around his inner thighs and lower belly, never quite touching his meat. I massaged his balls between my fingers, tugging gently to get a wobble from his cock. Then I slowly moved down to lick his thighs, moving my tongue up tight under his balls, around the side and over the base of his cock.
My licking and teasing went on for a while before I even got close to his cock. It was straining, reaching for the stars. Watching his face for a reaction, I slowly took the head of his cock in my mouth, flicking my tongue around his helmet, then gradually moving down the shaft until his pole was buried entirely down my throat. More little grunts from Momat as I teased his cock with my lips and tongue, up and down, around his corona, getting it sloppily wet. My hand joined in, jerking his shaft as my lips took care of the head. My head was bobbing up and down, with a twist each time to bring new sensations. As my head bobbed, my tongue flashed in and out, massaging the underside of his helmet. One hand played with his nipples, and his panting turned in to a regular staccato of “uh-uh” double grunts in time with my rhythm.
Seconds later, the rigid pole in my mouth pulsed, and I felt the warm rush of cum at the back of my throat. Momat let loose with three quiet grunts, but apart from the fountain in my mouth there wasn’t much other indication that he just came. I guess masturbating at home you learn to be quiet.
Afterwards, Momat’s nervousness returned. He didn’t show any interest in helping my finish, so I lay beside him and finished myself off. He even seemed scared of getting my juice on him – he leapt up at the earliest opportunity, got dressed and with a shy, nervous giggle said thanks and left. As the front door closed, I was left wondering what had just happened – this beautiful boy, a fantastic fumble and one lightning-quick ejaculation later he was gone.
The following Friday he was back at my front door. Boots off. Vodka drank. Clothes off. Back on my bed…
Things progressed pretty much as before. I was again feeling lucky to be spending naked time with this marvellous Malay, and I was determined to make things last a bit longer. We were making out, hard. I lay across him, our cocks touching, my weight on top of him. I kissed him passionately again, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly, to get me closer as if he needed us to be one.
Whilst on top, he spread his legs and naturally my own were between his. With a little shuffle I was able to point my hard cock down and underneath his balls, sliding up and down his taint, my cock gliding between the cheeks of his smooth brown ass.
Momat tensed, slamming his legs together and giving me a very firm “no” in the process. Fair enough, I am not sure what he thought was happening, but I’m not going to force anything, so I stopped rubbing myself between his legs. We carried on kissing and stroking each other as I moved to lay alongside him.
My fingers traced the ridges of his muscles, his hand was sliding down my side. I used my own hand to position his above my cock, giving a strong hint of what I wanted him to do. Tentatively he grabbed my meat, pulling my foreskin back quite roughly. He couldn’t take his eyes off my cock, watching with fascination as he played, pulling more foreskin up and down. He let out his trademark “heh-heh-heh” deep-voiced giggle that I had come to recognise as nerves, and looked up at me with inquisitive eyes, as if to ask if he was doing good.
“I think so” he replied. That wasn’t quite the steamy, horny answer I was looking for. I wasn’t sure if he was scared of my foreskin, scared of me, or just generally being with a guy. He carried on fiddling with my cock in a detached kind of way, like a scientist doing an experiment.
The minute I grabbed his unbending cock, everything changed again. It was like the second I touched him he couldn’t focus on anything. Not a great multi-tasker! But it was cute, in the way that even the slightest touch from me would drive him crazy. His nipples, his balls, his cock…it didn’t matter, any touch was overwhelming for him.
Feeling brave, I pulled him towards me and on to his stomach, lying face down on the bed. I sat astride him and massaged his shoulders then down his back. I enjoyed touching his beautiful deep skin, and slowly worked my way down…skipping his ass, then continuing on to his legs. I knelt between his legs again, and kneaded his arse cheeks gently, feeling him tense up at first, then slowly relax as he realised I wasn’t going to intrude too far.
I leaned over and kissed his rounded mounds, small kisses all over, a playful nibble here and there. His balls were flopped on the bed between his legs, and my lips skipped over his nuts, teasing him further. I worked my way backwards a little, the occasional lick of his taint, up his crack, deliberately skipping over his hairless hole. Then back down again, keeping him guessing where my tongue would be next.
I was surprised he didn’t tense up again, and instead I was rewarded with his little panting grunts of satisfaction as my playful tongue skipped around. Without warning, I licked from his balls all the way up his crack and across his hole, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him. I felt his whole body quiver at my touches, but I didn’t want him to clam up as he had when my cock was sliding around the same place. I teased him a bit more, feeling him shake at the pleasure before I let him off the hook.
I turned him over and began working on his cock, knelt over him and bobbing my head. Again I was amazed at how rigid his dick was, how tight the skin, how smooth it felt stabbing the back of my throat. In seconds I felt the familiar pulsating, the three quiet grunts and flood in my mouth.
This time I stayed kneeling between his legs, stroking myself off and shooting gobs of cum over his cock and abs. He positively ran to my shower and within 5 mins he was dressed and out of the door. I couldn’t decide if these encounters were just odd or something else. I wondered if he was self-loathing for doing naughty gay things, or whether it was just inexperience.
A week later, I was looking for answers.
During the vodka phase of his third visit, I tried to get him to open up. We were talking a little more now, and bit by bit he was telling me more about his life. His secret desires for men. Older, bigger white men. His lack of experience (obviously) and his worry about what his family would think. I asked him if he enjoyed himself last time, when I was rimming him. Back to the nervous heh-heh-heh giggle. I asked him if he liked me shooting over him.
“But you ran to the shower, I thought you didn’t like it” I said.
“I guess at home I’m used to cleaning up before my sister or mother sees what I’ve been doing” he replied. I learned that he still shared a room with his sister so his wank sessions were quick, quiet and as clean as possible.
“Well you don’t have to worry here” I said. “we can do what we like, make as much noise as we like, shoot anywhere we like!” and he giggled his deep, charming giggle again.
I spent the next hour or so pushing all his buttons again. The stroking, kissing, tugging and generally squelching together of our bodies. He enjoyed my tongue in his ass, but refused to let me follow with a finger, even lubed. He loved it when I lay on top of him, he liked my weight to squash him.
Momat was getting braver with my cock. It still hadn’t ventured anywhere near his mouth, but he seemed more at ease jerking me. His enthusiasm was greater than his technique, and I did what I could to show him how an uncut cock works and he slowly improved.
Meanwhile I wanted to avoid a quick finish so I was sparingly sucking his cock before laying off it for a while. I played with his nipples, rimmed him, kissed him and anything to keep the session going for longer than before and we were both covered in a sheen of sweat from our playtime.
I used some lube on his cock, using the base of my thumb on the underside of his cock-head to tease him, swirling around his helmet and generally keeping his rod of iron stiff. I was sat on his legs as he was laid back, and I moved closer to kiss him again. My ass slid over his lubed cock, and I felt it thwang upright again as I passed over him.
I moved my hips back a little, to feel his shaft stabbing at the top of my crack, and by moving my hips up a little I was able to guide it underneath me again, sliding between my cheeks. A little back-and-forth motion and Momat’s eyes grew wide.
“fuck is that inside you?” he said breathlessly.
“No, just between my ass cheeks”, I said.
“It feels amazing” he replied, moving his hands on to my hips to hold me in place.
And with that I knew what had to be done. I’m not a bottom, but sometimes to convince a novice to take a dick you have to demonstrate yourself.
With just a small adjustment, I was able to feel his helmet pushing against my hole, still covered with just enough lube to help it slip in, very slowly. I felt the head pop in as my sphincter gave way, and I could see that Momat felt it too.
“Now that’s inside” I said, and gently sat back to take his whole length.
I can tell you, despite his average size, the sheer rigidity of his cock made me feel like I was being jabbed with a javelin. There is no forgiveness in his pole, just a solid block of cock spearing my insides. I don’t usually bottom, I’m not good at it and it’s rare I can take any kind of pounding. The hardness of Momat’s cock was not making this easy for me, but the look of wonder and bewilderment on his face, the joy and satisfaction made it worthwhile. And I suspected that if he didn’t last long when I was sucking him, then this probably wouldn’t be a long ordeal for me.
I leaned in for another kiss, gently rising on his cock, feeling his hands grab my meaty ass on either side. I lowered myself again and was instantly rewarded with those three quiet grunts, a tensing of his cock inside me and a big exhale. Boy this guy was sensitive!
I figured that while he was still hard and inside me, I might as well enjoy myself. I pulled his hand on to my cock and made a jerking motion. I’m not sure if he wanted to run to the bathroom again, but I was still sat on him and pinning him to the bed so he didn’t get much choice.
He started wanking me off, badly at first. I adjusted his grip, his stroke and rhythm, holding his own hand in mine to show him my technique. He quickly grasped the idea and soon he was able to keep a pretty good stroke going on his own.
I leaned back with my hands on his beautiful thighs, thrusting my pelvis to feel his still-hard cock hitting my prostate, my own gasping and grunting getting louder as I could feel my orgasm rising. My ass clenched down on his cock, his fist pumping furiously until I shot my load, right over his shoulder, covering the headboard and pillows with the last few spurts falling shorter on to his chest and hand.
I rested a second, still impaled on his stiff meat. Momat brought his hand up to his face to examine my cum dripping over his knuckles. He surprised me when he stuck out his tongue and gave it a tentative lick.
“not too bad” he said and wiped his hand on his stomach.
I bent over and kissed him, tasting my own cum on his lips, waiting for his cock to subside. But it didn’t. He remained hard inside me and I noticed he was gradually rocking his hips a little, almost imperceptibly. I reciprocated, the smallest of movements, each of us giving the other a little more movement at a time, until Momat was full-on thrusting.
I grabbed his hands and threw myself backwards until he was seated and I was lying down. Momat manged to bring his sexy legs out from under me and back behind himself, all without ever slipping out of my hole – quite a pro move!
Now in the missionary position, Momat wanted to kiss me more, propping himself on his hands and pounding my ass like a jackhammer. There was subtlety here, just a horny NS boy fucking for the first time and wanting to get his rocks off. I played with his nipples, licked his face and generally put up with the pounding for barely two minutes before his head reared back and I expected his trademark triple-grunt. Instead I got a big long “woooooooaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh” from him as he fucked me to orgasm again, eventually collapsing on my chest, mixing our sweat with my cum from his belly. He looked up at me with a big smile on his face, nestling his cheek in my chest hair as his cock slipped from my ass.
“fuck that was amazing” he panted. “I didn’t realise sex was going to feel so good!”
“Just wait until you feel what it’s like when the cock is inside you” I grinned.
Moment looked concerned. “I’m not sure I really want to do that”.
“That’s ok, you don’t have to. Lots of other things to do together, but I’m not really a bottom so I can’t do that all the time”.
Then followed a long discussion about being a top, bottom or versatile. What it meant to be active or passive, and all sorts of other things.
That was the first night Momat stayed over, we slept together without ever showering, our horny juices slowly drying as we drifted off. AS beautiful and perfect as Momat was, I did find out that night that he has one flaw…he snores.
Momat visited more regularly after that. He would turn up on Friday evening and often didn’t leave until Sunday morning when he went for a quick family visit before booking in again. After a couple of months he was allowed to leave camp in the evenings and he would come over a couple of times a week to drain his balls and I was always happy to oblige. We would visit restaurants and the cinema, and we became quite close.
Momat got a lot better in the sack. He learned what I liked, and he got more willing to try new things. He also got better at holding off on his orgasm so I could suck him properly for a longer time. Often, if we hadn’t seen each other in a week or so, I would get him off quickly at the start so we could concentrate on a longer session afterwards.
Things changed radically after this had all been going on for a couple of months.
We were in bed again, naked. I was still in awe of Momat’s awesome body, his smile, his dark, soft skin. I really enjoyed his company but at heart I am a top and I was really missing getting any ass. Especially when I was spending so much time with such a beautiful ass within my grasp.
Having learnt to enjoy sucking my dick, Momat was hungry for a mouthful any time he could get it. He would look at me and giggle before chowing down, and he was always keen to pull me on top and have me weigh him down, he liked that a lot.
After a long session of sucking in all manner of different positions, Momat ended up face down on the bed and I got to enjoy his cute ass with my tongue. As always I was a horrible tease, licking anything around his hole before giving his chocolate starfish any kind of action. And also as always, I was enjoying the beautiful ass in front of me, but my dick was feeling left out.
I figured, if I can’t fuck Momat, then the next best thing is to stick my dick between his sculpted thighs and get off that way.
So I lubed up my dick and aimed it between his legs. He soon got the idea and squeezed this thighs tight, crossing his feet at the ankles to give me a night tight space to work with.
I took my weight on my hands to glance down between our bodies, to see my cock disappearing between his cheeks, slowly thrusting my hips to massage his taint. By tilting my pelvis a little I was able to slide my cock up his ass crack, feeling the textured skin of his starfish with my helmet. I spent a while sliding up and down like this, teasing his hole with my cock, and gradually felt him begin to relax a little.
We hadn’t discussed him getting fucked in a few weeks, but he wasn’t pulling away from me and no sudden cries of “stop” to discourage me. So I let my cock linger a little longer at the entrance to his boyhole, waiting for his breath to settle.
As he breathed out, I exerted just a little force. Not enough to penetrate, just to tease and open him up a little. I could feel his ass tense up then relax, and with the relaxing my cock pushed a little further inside.
Momat gave out a low groan, then grabbed my hands and pulled me down on top of him so I was lying with all my weight on his back. I was careful not to let the action penetrate further but somehow without me trying I felt the head of my cock pop in.
I couldn’t believe that after all our sessions together I was now inside him. Momat reached back to grab my hips and guide me, sending clues to push or hold off, and before long my full length was buried in this sweet brown ass I had been worshipping for the last couple of months.
My lips kissed the back of his neck – that always turned him on – and my arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. My hips started a slow pulse, pulling out a little then pushing back in, small whimpers and sounds of pleasure escaping from Momat’s soft lips.
I didn’t get to pound hard and fast that first time, it was more tender love-making that I was expecting. But knowing I had prepared this sweet boy for his cherry pop was the biggest turn-on for me. I was enjoying his tight, pert ass for the first time and I was in heaven.
My thrusting was steady and strong, not too deep and not too hard. With the regular physical stimulation of my cock and the heady mental stimulation of actually fucking this gorgeous guy it wasn’t long before the familiar warmth began in my balls.
A low tingling sensation at first, I carried on pumping until my senses where overwhelmed. My eyes rolled back, my balls tightened and my whole body spasmed as I unleashed my load inside him. I groaned in Momat’s ear as I came and felt his hands pull me closer, needing my seed.
Eventually I pulled out, feeling his ass gripping my tool tightly. I turned him over, intending to finish him off too, but found a sticky wet patch on the sheets beneath him. In my lust I hadn’t noticed he had orgasmed too! A cherry pop with a hands-free orgasm is a rare event indeed.
From that moment on, Momat became a complete bottom and we remained FWBs for a few months more before he graduated and wanted to meet other guys. I don’t blame him, with his amazing body, beautiful looks and talented ass it was obvious the world was his for the taking. I was privileged to get there first.
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