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Shanish, Damian and Meby $ouilac
Beginnings
Normally I was just an electronics engineer for a big European company. In a joint venture, my bosses participated in a similar, smaller African firm on this island. In those years all communication was done via (snail) mail or via a bad, disturbed telephone and fax line. Very slow, very often interrupted, very annoying. That was another reason, why my company was looking for volunteers to soon set up a branch. My bosses wanted a contact office/communication center and a responsible representative of our company on site. I haven't had a partner at that time, was good at my job and an experienced group leader. Now I got the prospect of living and working on a tropical island - sounded like paradise to me. I arranged a meeting with my boss. After I was appointed my company's local representative, we waited for the necessary official documents. In the meantime I have put my valuables (and the toys ;) ) in a lockable room and rented the rest of my apartment to a student I knew. What I regretted later: I packed 3 suitcases with clothes and other private items that I might need. The very first flight I took on this route was a transfer connection. Altogether 17.5 hours for almost 10.000 km. At the destination airport I quickly learned what "developing country" means. The old Boeing
747SP parked 50 meters from the terminal building. Wow - I felt like a VIP. Almost 1.5 hours later and across the Island, I was standing at the reception of the hotel. My future home
until the rented house was renovated and fitted for my needs. The
so called 'Studio' of the hotel was one of four in a house, close
to the gate of this complex. But only a big fan, no air-condition. The boy from the
reception, who helped me with my stuff a lot, explained
everything to me and informed me about the amenities of the hotel
and the opening hours of the restaurant. "This way we save a lot of us walking". I was pleasantly surprised by this forward thinking. With a generous tip and a broad smile he left.
Unpacking,
showering and changing into much lighter and comfortable clothes
was the next thing to do. The usual small talk with other guests, a good dinner with local dishes and some very tasty drinks ended my first day. The next days I was busy with my planned job. But I made sure I found enough time to lie by the pool, to swim or to make short discovery tours near the hotel complex. The following
evenings were the same as the first one. Very disappointing: the
other guests were just older tourists and their wives. Not any
"fresh blood". The youngest I met were the employees
(mostly my age - 20 ... 30 years old). But with one
"need" even the concierge couldn't help - it was
against the local laws.
The main season
started, more (but not younger) tourists came and the hotel had
started to offer different events. Wednesdays a grill buffet with
local food (grilled fish !), Saturdays live music from a band and
the demonstration of the local, very special and very erotic
dance style -to which the tourists were also invited and (almost)
everyone made a fool of themselves. On this special
Wednesday, I became aware of one waiter particularly. At an accidental
eye contact he smiled at me all of a sudden. He did not grin, but
smiled friendly. It does. Very kindly I thanked him for his advice, gave him my used plate and went to the buffet again. HIS melodic, shy voice still in my ears. Later that
evening, when the restaurant had emptied a bit, he came back to
my table, cleared the dishes, smiled and left. He came back from
the kitchen and directly to me. "Yes, alone. I'm here on business" "Oh - for longer time?" "Yes, probably for half a year or maybe more" "That's
nice! Would you like another drink?"
The next evening he was back on duty. The waiters had no fixed areas, but served everywhere in the restaurant. He tried to serve my table as often as possible. The restaurant was well stocked and the service was constantly on the move. Unfortunately he was also in a hurry and I couldn't talk to "my" waiter much. So I asked him to stop by my porch after work. "I'll come later. When colleagues gone. No good, seen with guests." As he had said,
he appeared 10 minutes after the staff had passed my porch. He
did not use the well lit main path, but crept through the bushes
and came from the side of the house to my veranda. In order not
to be seen from the main path, he hid behind the large hibiscus
bush near the handrail of the veranda. With a look to the left
and right on the main path and to the gatekeeper he asked me
straight out: "Ok, we've
spoken in the restaurant some words. But as a friendly act we
should introduce ourselves first" "Me is
Shanish, I have 19 years." We talked for
quite a while, mainly to get to know the other. The live at home,
family, what we do in our free time, sports interest... I found out for
example, that he lived in a poor, original part of the island. A
region without touristic interesting points, where there were no
hotels, no tourists came and no sightseeing buses passed.
Nearly 30 minutes
later he excused "Need last bus".
After a busy and stressful day, I sat in my swimming trunks (almost as small as a Speedo), with a cool, local Phoenix beer by the pool in a deck chair, watched the fat tourists. "Your body
better" Oops ?!
For dinner I was
again his preferred guest in the restaurant. Standing next to me
Shanish prepared the food on the table and we talked quietly. At
some point I touched him impulsively. Because he moved at the
same moment, my hand landed high up on the inside of his left
thigh. Naughty as I was, I kept my hand there - near his private
parts. Acting horrified, he just said "Djiiimuuun!" and giggled, but didn't move away. "Too bad we can only meet for so short. I would like to speak to you longer. Are you allowed to visit me at my room?" I said. "Yes. George don't like. We not allowed to visit guest in room. Is misunderstood" "I know the manager George pretty well now and I think I can talk to him. Maybe you can come and visit me 'officially' sometime" "I no think so. Will ask George, too. Today my last day here. I'm off four day" "Maybe it'll
work out tonight, we'll see," I hoped.
After the other staff had long left, Shanish finally came around the corner again. He slipped directly through the insect net in the doorway into the dimmed room, where the fan was humming helplessly in the corner of the room. "Yeesss...
un vent frais! {->a fresh breeze}" "Oh - you're welcome to continue undressing. Make yourself at home." Questioningly he
looked at me and made the gesture of taking off his shirt.
Silently I nodded slowly. "You like? me look good?" Was I drooling? When I didn't respond immediately, he said: "You don't like" and let his shoulders droop. "S...sorry"
I stuttered. "Sorry for staring at you. You look great!
Terrific!" He sat up
straight again and beamed at me: I raised my
finger warningly at him, smiling, and asked him to sit next to
me. While we were talking, there were repeated, careful,
tentative touches. When I stroked gently his arm up to the
shoulder once, he got goose bumps. His body stiffened and he
asked shyly: I just nodded silently and continued to stroke his shoulder, causing his body to shiver. "I... I, too" and hung his head "I guess... no sure" Raising his chin,
I just said, "Not good here. The laws are bad. And I'm young. And... but... and I... I haven't... never even kissed ...une homme" {->a male} "We will
change that, NOW" "Yes, no, no..." he stuttered Yes, how? Not? "No, I mean 'really' kissed", he said finally. I kissed him again, now longer and more tenderly. Not just a peck. Since he did not resist, but relaxed, I slowly pushed my tongue tip between his lips. Which opened willingly. Soon my penetrating tongue was answered and he experienced his first real kiss. After, breathing heavily, he said: "Much better as I guessed. And... very nice" Right. His pants had got a noticeable bulge. With an uncertain, doubting expression, his face approached me and he gave me small, short, trying kisses on the lips. Awaiting, I let him do it, let him try it out. His kisses became more brisk and braver. Finally he licked my lips tenderly with the tip of his tongue. Testing, he passed his tongue between them and when I didn't fight them off, he began the dance of tongues. He learned quickly. Soon we were
laying in each other's arms. First it was just a holding,
hugging. We continued kissing and begun to caress us tenderly. My
roaming hands gave him reasons for suppressed moans often. I
discovered: Especially at the sides, nearly in the armpits, a
hand-wide deeper, he was very sensitive for stroking. Contrary to me, his nipples were not that sensitive, at least he got no additional pleasure by my fingers there. Licking and nibbling at them made them hard, true. But that was it. (You can easily bring me up to the moon, if you treat my nubs in the right way.) The stroking
became more demanding, urging. Breathing heavily, he held my
hand. "Did I scare
you? Was I too demanding, too fast?" He assured me
that everything was fine: He put his shirt back on, kissed me and left. I went too - but to the bathroom to release my pressure. (No, not the bladder)
One day it was very hot and Shanish was exhausted by the lunch service. When the restaurant was cleaned up, he came to me in the afternoon, knocked on my studio door frame and asked: "You very busy? I want go ...plage. Dwa {->two} hours break... Beach. Come." "ooook. Let
me finish my work and I will come with you" "Wow. So
round. So white" I turned around
to him without thinking, without hesitation and without feeling
ashamed. It was not a problem for me to be naked in the presence
of others. (Nor was it. In Europe I am a regular guest at various
nude beaches). "mon dieu...
un bon la {->a nice one}. Olala" "Yes. Enough
to be me. And until today nobody has complained." He was obviously
surprised or shocked, by my uninhibited, bluntly behavior - but
still starring at my privates. This young teenager has probably
never had an opportunity to see the parts of a grown man -
especially not of a white, european one. After a moment he
could disengage his eyes and was able to speak again. "No. Down there I'm just like you - only the white version. Some hairs, a penis and a sack with two testicles. And normally I have a bush, too. But I like my private parts smoothly shaved and my pubes shaped and trimmed" "I want it, too?" Wait! What? What does he want? Not answering the
question, I stepped into my swimtrunks (boxer style, this time)
put a loose shirt on and shouldered my bag for the beach. On the way to the
nearby beach, Shanish was repeatedly approached by islanders and
they spoke briefly to each other. Finally Shanish and me were
able to lay down on the towels in the sand. I asked him
impulsively: He laughingly
replied, Fortunately I was
already well tanned and had clear tan-lines (which I normally
don't like at my body and try to avoid them, when I'm in Europe).
I applied sun lotion on me, as far as I could reach. Shanish took
the bottle without being asked and tenderly took care of my back.
The touch of his slippery, tender fingers at my back and my sides
made me sit up straight and enjoy. Laughing, he
complaint: "uuhmm... No laying on my back now",
"No problem for ME" I joked. "That's nature and normal..." When he did lie down, he bent a leg up and tried to hide his bulge. But laying at his side I could see more and I realized: His penis was not only stiff and nearly leaving the upper rim of the swimtrunks, but also slightly "bent" sideways. He literally had a banana. Later we ate
freshly prepared pineapple made by passing traders and talked
about our different lifestyles and family situations again. Fortunately, he
warned me when he handed me the plastic bag. It was really tasty. Different local fruits with different spiced sauces. Then I fetched a 'wrong' piece - it was not only spicy - it was damn hot. "We like !" he grinned and took some more and ate it like popcorn. - brrr. "Is my last
day again. I come tonight?" "Of course. YOU are very welcome - almost always"
That evening
Shanish came to my studio much earlier than the other nights.
Since few, later no guests were in, the manager George had
decided to close the restaurant earlier than usual. "Oh - nice
surprise! You may really continue and drop your jeans too"
"Come to me" he purred. We leaned towards each other and kissed long and deep. As I was standing, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lay his head at my tummy. Saying nothing - just hugging and feeling the other one. Carefully I disengaged after a while, pulled him up, switched off the bright light and led him into the other room onto the bed. Soon as we touched the bed cloth, he wrapped his arms like tentacles me again around. It felt like he embraced me everywhere and at the same time. The conversation
didn't really get going. I had the feeling that he wanted to tell
me something, something important for him, but didn't dare.
Stroking my forearm casually, he finally said: "Yes, the water was good, but too many old tourists" was my reply. "No, not that. You touching, applying cream." he nearly whispered. "Shall I touch you like that again?" "Then I, uhm, I banana again." "Oh that -- well... Now and here I can take care of it, as we both are alone now." True. Just by my
tenderly stroking of his shoulders and upper chest, the 'little
Shanish' grew to a banana again. Slowly my hands slid deeper,
caressing his complete chest now, fondling his tummy. During my
tendernesses he kept making soft sounds of joy and pleasure,
agreeing with "mhmm"s or quietly moaning. Finally I
reached the edge of the briefs outside of his trousers.
Raising his butt,
he said "Wait" and took off his jeans and briefs.
Slowly and laborious - as like being shy. Finally I was able to
have a view of his very private things now. But instead of
looking closer I continued to take care of him and the rest of
his beautiful body first. "hmmf aah - careful! Slow please. Is tight, but will widen" I would have loved to suck his cock into my mouth and work on his foreskin. That would have been the easiest, but it would very likely have frightened him. So I carefully pulled the foreskin over the tip, stuck one finger inside the hoodie and gently rubbed it with the other fingers at the outer side, massaging and loosening it. A moment later I
could even slip the wetted pinky finger deep between the upper
side of the glans and the foreskin. Now it was not a problem
anymore to uncover the mushroom head totally, slipping the
foreskin back until the frenulum was tensed. When the skin was
wide enough and slid back and forth over his dark pink glans
easily, I slowly began to give him a jerk. It didn't take
long until he came, with a slightly louder, higher tone from his
throat and his load shot up beyond his nipples. Pumping, he
formed a nice white puddle on his tummy. When the spasms ended,
his whole body relaxed. He sank down onto the bed cloth and he
was quiet - only his chest rose and fell. I guessed he
meant: After some
recovery and many "bon..." while stroking the arm that
had satisfied him, he got closer to me, bent down to me and took
my almost hard cock between his lips suddenly and made it very
hard. When we were
cuddling next to each other again, I said "Hehe. Sometimes I see pretty boys." (hu? How does he meant that?) "And? Have you ever 'visited' one?" "No, never. You're my first tourist" That took me
offhand. I asked back: First he pushed
around, then he came out and confessed: "soso ... you've experimented. How well do you know this 'very good friend'?" He got my drift and answered: "As good as we do now" "Or do you know him better than me and did something different, something more?" "We wanted. We both didn't dare. Too frightened to hurt" Oops. Then he had made some experience with his 'very good friend' and a lot had happened - but not THAT and he was probably still a virgin. We cuddled and
continued to stroke each other. In this comfortable, casual
atmosphere we started to look at each others body more closely.
He inspected my goods, traced them with his pointer finger and
'played' harmlessly with him. 'That's a lot of
hairs. We have to change that!' I thought to myself
secretly. "No ... Non. Taler ... {->later}" So: back to the
front-side. My hand followed
my eyes all the time and 'examined' him palpating, feeling. The
tip was still easy to uncover and I started to wank him again.
But this time it should be a little more stimulating, exciting
for him. Again and again I
drove him to the top - but not further. I somehow enjoyed the way
he squirmed, trembled, suffered, awaiting the last stroke - which
he didn't got. His scrotum was completely taut, his testicles
fare up, almost next to his penis. "No," I
said plainly, took him again to the brink and stopped again.
Before he could complain, I continued again. I was afraid that
his noises would be heard throughout the hotel complex as he
cramped tight and shot so hard that it landed on the wall behind
him. The white trail finally ended in several drops around his
navel. I pressed the tube empty and licked his penis clean. "aaah - fou ca {->you are crazy}. No lick there! ... and it tickles, too", Shanish protested. We just lay there
caressing each other for a while until he suddenly asked for the
time. "I was in hope for a full night. But I understand"
One day it came,
as we had expected earlier: I was having my
fruit salad as a dessert at the pool side, when George looked at
me to make an approach. I pointed to the free chair next to me,
but he shook his head, disappeared and came back with Shanish.
After asking again whether I would have time for a short talk,
both sat down on the chairs next to me, and George explained me
his dilemma: The way out off "George`s stomach ache" came very soon and suddenly. Two days after our conversation and the stop of Shanish's visits to my room, the construction company for my house called me in the hotel. They informed me they were almost finished and I should check everything and approve. After lunch, I
spoke to Shanish near the kitchen area about the call and he
suggested I visit him at his home when I'm done with the check of
the house. I learned casually that my new home was near his
village. No more 45 minutes crisscross, top to bottom trips
across the island. Only 10 min by car between us.
The handover of
the future representation and office of my company went
surprisingly well. Everything was very well done and according to
the extra wishes of my company and me. Not at all the typical
'island style' as I feared. Solid and well done craftsman work.
Once again I
walked through the empty rooms, I decorated and furnished them in
my minds, locked MY house up and drove over to Shanish's family.
Unfortunately there was a market in the main road of the village
between our houses, and I needed more time than expected. His house was at
the end of one of this alleies. At european standards very simple
and poor, but it looked nice and cosy to me. The area in front of
the house and the garden were bordering on two sides a sugar cane
field, the third side was a wall to the neighbor. The house was
started by his great-grandfather umpteen years ago with building
just two rooms. Shanish's grandfather extended the house and
added a kitchen and a french loo. Also Shanish's dad added rooms,
as the family grew, and installed a shower and another toilet for
sitting. Now Maman, his
mother, was standing in the front door to welcome the European.
She looked at me closely, surveying me, but smiled. Was she
grinning knowingly, suspecting? We sat down in
the huge kitchen with tea and homemade biscuits, speaking
English/French/Creole at the same time and entertaining
ourselves. As we talked, more and more family members came home
and soon an unmarked bottle of a clear liquid came on to the
table. Local, white, sugarcane Rhum. Maman recognized
my preference of beer. One of Shanish's younger cousins was sent
down the hill to buy more beer at the corner store (run by
another uncle). While Maman was pulling her wallet out of the
kitchen drawer, I had already given Shanish a bigger bank note.
Shanish proudly told Maman that he is paying because HIS guest
prefers to drink beer. I winked at him "well done". With all the Rhum
and beer, I couldn't drive myself back to the hotel later, even
though I had limited my consumption. Mainly it was
just for lovingly touches, hugging and caress. Enjoying the
presence the other one by casual tendernesses, without the goal
of excitation of the second body. As I stroked his plenty pubic
hair, he asked me: I laughed: "Shaving yes - but cut? Circumcising? No, never!" He also laughed:
"No, no, my gogod {->Penis} stays same! But cut the pubes
shorter and trim the bush a little smaller", stood up and
got a small pair of scissors and his razor with a new blade. I took a deep
breath and looked at the most intimate parts of his body. His
sooo sensitive inner thighs, his relaxed tube, completely
brownish by the closed foreskin, the loosely hanging balls in
their wide, soft pouch. With a sigh I
stroked his thighs, took the comb and scissors and began my work.
I was able to shape and shorten his bushy pubic hair into a much
smaller, less dense triangle over his tail. At the end it was one
finger inside away of his groin lines and two fingers below the
hem line of his underwear. On his belly he had, by nature, only
the "happy trail" leading from his new triangle to the
navel. "Please my gogod too" Sahnish requested. "Whaaat?" "Mwa gogod, my cock." "Why is it called gogod?" I questioned. "When is hard it point up to god !" ...sometimes it's that easy at the Island. So I also cut
close to the penis root and on his shaft the hair shorter with
the scissors and then explained to him: He shook his head
and stutteringly requested: Oh boy! - This confession surprised me unexpectedly. Fortunately, all
the other family members were in their own rooms. We quietly went
to the shower cubical. Once inside, I washed the "construction
site" well. After, I rinsed the shower gel off thoroughly
and then applied a little bit of his shaving soap. One of my hands
shut the water flow off and the other hand pushed and pressed him
with his back and bum against the jungle-green painted concrete
wall. I knelt down, grabbed his pride and lengthened it by
pulling some firmer on the foreskin that extended beyond the tip
of the glans. He swallowed audible and stuttered: "You can be
very sure, I will take good care of it. We want to use that
lovely piece of you some more often, don't we?" The work at his
skin earlier and the constant touching of his cock had not
remained without consequences. Stretching the pole even more, I
pulled at the foreskin with my fingers. Line by line I cleaned
the upper side of the shaft with the razor blade. 'Gogod'
straightened up all by himself and I could easily reach the
underside, while Shanish held the tip to his tummy with one
finger. When he turned
around at my request, my hand between his shoulder blades forced
him to bend forward deeply and present his peach butt to me. He
voluntarily spread his ass cheeks with his hand and I had to
control myself hard to continue my work. Finished,
hairless and smooth, the view of that area of his body was much
harder to bear, then before on the bed frame and with all that
hairs. Not to grab him, not to rape him, right now, right here.
Instead, I rinsed off everything well, I checked his smooth skin
with my finger. The touch of his crevice near his hole made him
tense again and this time he groaned hard: The contact of my
stroking fingertip with the dark brown wrinkled folds of his hole
tensed him again and again and even more. My kisses, where he had
never been kissed before, made it difficult for him to remain
standing with his cramping and trembling legs.... "uhmm. No. What for?" "Silly you... To make it easier and more comfortable for you - taler {->later}" "Oh, yeah.
Good thinking. We can use different ?" hmm... not the best choice, but better than dry for his first time. Back in his room
and both of us on his bed, the cuddling and caressing started
over and became very intense and arousing soon. All the time
Shanish was noisy and restless again, encouraging me, squirming,
and moaning quietly or squealing in higher tones close to his
end. When he was finished cumming, I licked from the band of the
foreskin under the glans along the underside of his member to the
base, passed the tightened pocket and made him tremble again,
when I ran my tongue across the perineum. Unknown to him, I
had a drop of oil applied to my middle finger and tried his hole
with it. Amazingly easily my oiled fingertip slid into his
boypussy, as deep as the fingernail is long. I continued to
finger at and in his backside and gave him additionally an loving
and intense kiss on the lips. Being used at both ends, he enjoyed
it for some time and then he loosened our lips, looked me firmly
in the eyes and whispered in an excited, trembling voice: A little
uncertainly, I said in a low and doubting voice: "Do it !"
My oily glans
touching his anus made him take a deep breath, awaiting the
penetration and the pain. Instead i rubbed my tip at his waiting
hole, raising his excitement. Then I held it still at his
entrance and pushed a bit into the folds. My constant, light
pressing stretched him further and slowly I intruded. He pushed a
bit and the head of my penis overcame completely his
sphincters. All the time I
kept my eyes at him, reading his facial expressions. He had laid a
hand flat on my chest to stop me, in case it was too painful -
but he was still smiling happily even as I sank deeper. I often
stopped and held my position, to get him used to my pole inside
his intestines. At one of this interruptions of penetrating him,
he said muffled (in Creole first): I continued my journey into his pussy uninterrupted. When I was bottomed inside him, I held still. He had constantly caressed my chest with his hand. Now he embraced me tightly with both arms and kissed me with tears in his eyes. "That it can be so beautiful, so satisfying - my 'good friend' and I never thought that with all our fears of pain. I feel happy, so full, you in me" "The best is
yet to come. Have fun." and I began to move inside him
again. I stabbed harder and faster when he suddenly tensed up and his banana unloaded again. Fortunately, the pillow on his mouth muffled his sharp, pointed cries. His pulsing anal muscles massaged me well and I inseminated him shortly after his orgasm, while deep inside him. Our intimate kiss and tight embrace lasted (almost) an eternity - until we fell asleep, still fused together at our lower ends.
The sun, dimmed
and tinted by the partially closed curtains, woke me next
morning. As not being a morning person, it took me a moment to
realize where I was. But the smiling, brown face next to me
helped me fast to remember the last night. "After your help yesterday - formidable. It still feels like you're with me." " ...and it looks like, when I see your lovely, upstanding cock" "Ah - that's just morning wood. You have too. Shall I `help' you?" "Better we have a shower first. We smell a bit ... strong. And there are this traces on your body. Damn, you shot hard and far." "No wonder - your pomping forced me so." "How do your ass feels? Pain, sore?" "No. Not at all. I could again..." "taler, mon coer, taler. {->later my dear} I need a piss badly" "Alez - lets
move" We enjoyed our
breakfast only in loose boxers at the terrace and planned our day
being together. As the House and Representation Office was
completed, I needed to move in. To set the private rooms and the
office with furniture, technical stuff and some decorations.
First things first: My belongings which I already had in the
hotel. "What did your mom said when I got my second coffee? It sounded like 'tum khush ho'?" He blushed: "She asking 'me happy?' in Hindi..." "And? Are you happy?" He slapped me hard on my thigh next to his: "fou ca ... Silly you! YESSS!"
At the hotel we
loaded my belongings into the car and I checked out. I was warmly
bid farewell by the staff and 'forced' to come again. A surprise
awaited Shanish at my house: the oversized double bed, which I
had ordered from the local carpenter (the delivery was included).
My, now our, "playground". "Oh, I'm going to miss a lot of buses," he laughed. Correct. After
that day (and night) with him he missed a lot of buses.
Besides making
love to each other, I met many of Shanish's friends.
Getting more and
more used to the local habits, I got along fine. Often I bought
my groceries at the local farmers' market or other needed stuff
at the local stores. More and more people got to knew me and I
became the 'Zanmitay blan' {->friendly white (man)} in the
village. I also learned about the (illegal) factory stores of big
fashion brands at low prices.
At one of these
meetings with Shanish's friends it became hot, sex wise. Seven of
us were sitting in my cozy backyard, eating, drinking, talking.
When Shanish brought new beer he held his hands, cooled down by
the bottles, against Pavan's neck. A howling and laughter broke out... During this chaos
Shanish lost his previously already opened shirt and Pavan's
hands reached his targets more easily. Among other spots also
Shanish's nipples, which received a good rubbing and pinching. At
first it was just between the two of them, but when Shanish asked
for my help, two friends jumped up and pressed me back down into
the chair. Shanish stood there, bulging his pelvis forward and
presenting his bulge in the shorts: Pavan reached out
and took hold of the presented genitals completely: While this all
happened, I saw several other hands reaching into the laps and
sorting personal parts. The scene calmed
down and Shanish came to me, kissed me and proclaimed to his
friends: Pavan spoke out
what many other friends probably thought: Cheeky and
straightforward as I was, I answered him: Shanish fell into
the conversation: We both looked at
five open-mouthed incredulous faces. Hugging him from
behind, I let my hands on his (clothed) chest slide deeper.
Someone breathed in deeply and audibly. Pavan sat frozen. My
hands reached his belt: I said quietly
near his ear, blowing my breath at it. A last, tighter grip
between his slightly open legs and I sat down again. One of the 'girls' got up and hurried wordless into the house. Fantasy overload? Well, it definitely took longer than the usual time for a pee. The already friendly atmosphere had suddenly changed. How shall I describe it? It became more open, freer, more uninhibited. The touches got more tender. The conversations became more open, between them more intimate, direct, and two even dared to exchanged a hearty kiss. It seemed as if they had lost their last reservations and inhibitions about me. When the five
friends left that evening, one said to me in the door way: I couldn't
suppress a lame joke: Unbelieving, shocked he looked at me. When he recognized the joke, he grinned broadly. Seriously I
continued: He laughed, also girlishly. "Please also tell the other friends - you can share my private mobile number" When it was just
Shanish and me, I said to him: "Yeah, I was VERY surprised how ....open they got and acted. Maybe they needed a place like this to feel good" "Feel good? I will make YOU feel good now." Unfazed, he
continued: "Wait - What? Whats going on in your head?" "At least
the picture of naked boys laying and walking around" It must have been what happened before or his imagination from the naked, naughty guys in the yard, Shanish was very excited and quickly reached his first climax while I was inside him. Maybe it was my age, my experience (or both?) - I needed more caresses and stimulation, after which I could make him happy again. Judging by the white puddle in and around his brown navel, I made him very happy. He was really done and we fell asleep soon. Did I end up in paradise?
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