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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true storyby: <Souillac2017 at protonmail.com>
Off to the beach
The monsoon season would come soon. The approach was accompanied by the typical signs: Very humid, almost stagnant air and a leaden sky. Already at 09.00h in the morning. I had so far been on the island for 4 weeks on the island and had adapted to the "normal" tropical weather and it was fine for me -- but this environment like in a greenhouse was too much for me. I liked the easy way to "dress" in the morning: T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops - done. Today the weather was also too much to handle for my native friend Shanish. Inside his house the fans were hopelessly fighting against the heat. The sugar cane fields next to the property held back any breeze. "Looks like a day at the seaside is on the agenda. Let's get the necessary chores done around the house and we'll head to FnF after." I suggested. While Shanish
rushed through the rooms A small Suzuki
Swift, 2000 build, from BEB car rental ... Rs550 per day on
long-term-conditions. Enough to be mobile on this small island -
nearly too small for all our belongings today. Three "plopps"
of the doors later, I was steering northbound to the motorway.
"That was my
school ... not long ago. Funny times gone now", When we reached
the roundabout with the ramps to enter the M 1, Shanish said:
"Babe, I
can't go straight ahead" He directed me through the small and narrow paths. Shanish led me to Pavan's 'house'. Again, a house built up by a few connected rooms with unpainted walls, constructed by porous concrete blocks. Obviously, this family was one step poorer than 'my' family of Shanish. Shanish had the car door opened before I could fully stop and was calling for Pavan now. In a way, which is hard to describe. Something between calling in a high toned voice, and singing - very melodically, very girlish. The curtain in
the door frame moved and a boy of 17 or 18 years came out: They hugged
heartily, but this french-style greeting-kisses to the cheeks
took a little longer than usual for me. I also saw Shanish's hand
moving up and down over the bare back of Pavan. They talked some
in Creole. At first Pavan
was shy to speak English, but as he followed our cross-languages
chatting, he warmed up and took part at it. Until Shanish told him more about our nights. "Ki? Vu e il - un ensemble??? {->What? - You and him... You are "together"??? }", asked Pavan astonished I never expected it: a brown-skinned person can turn red in the face. After some
stuttering and explanations by Shanish in Creole, Pavan's hand
touched my shoulder: That was the moment I got colored. Not by embarrassment, or the heat, or his hand - but hearing this friendly statement. The road of the
27 slowing-down bumps (at a length of 3,5 km) was interrupted by
the request to stop at a bakery, to buy some snacks. While
scanning over the displayed food inside, Pavan said to Shanish:
The poor boy (about the same age of Shanish and Pavan) behind the counter was visibly confused by the fooling around. Do I need to mention: They started to flirt with the seller boy so hard - it was nearly embarrassing for me. I was glad to get out of the shop in any case. During the
further journey I tried to curb the jollity After the next
sugarcane factory Shanish said: Pavan commented
wide eyed: Despite the
cramped space in the loaded car, Shanish had managed to get up
half, pulled his shorts down over the ass and let himself fall
back into the seat bare assed. My view in the
rear view mirror first on the one, then on the other
free-dangling, brown, uncut cock got me nearly out of the driving
lane: "I do later, dear" said Shanish "Now I have tronc {->tree trunk} next to me..." Remember: Both
wore only the t-shirts. Soon I heard a deep breath of Pavan and a
voiceless: I readjusted the
mirror and saw Shanish's arm moving up and down. "But you have to clean the spots on the upholstery later" I laughed to Shanish. "Right. The padding's ..." he sighed, withdraw his arm and sat back upright. "Hey, no stop now" moaned Pavan complaining. As Shanish didn't
continued the started job, Pavan got a paper tissue out of his
shorts pockets and served himself. Shanish was
putting on his swimming trunks and was trying to get the tight
piece of fabric over his well shaped bum. Suddenly Pavan
held the meat and pinched slightly painful the uncovered tip of
the Penis of Shanish several times. Driving or not -
THAT action I could not let pass with impunity. With one arm I
reached into the back and got a hold at Pavan's knee just above
the joint. I squeezed a little, making him fidgeting, screaming
and laughing. He was sitting open mouthed and Shanish was laughing hysterically about my action and Pavan's punishment. Sadly I had to let go his leg, and had to concentrate on driving. Astonished and with a questioning, nearly fearful expression, Pavan sat down properly. The mood in the car had sunk a little. Shanish had still
a stiffy and difficulties to fit everything into the shorts. His bright smile was back. "Oui, merce. But not now - you drive now".
We had chosen a
lonely beach unknown to tourists, a somewhat secluded narrow
strip of sand near the airport. After the exhausting ride in the overheated tin can (called a car), I just wanted to cool down and off into the water. So out with the shirt and down with shorts and underwear. I stood there in just my birthday suit and folded my stuff nicely. "Oh - You is
uncut !?! and bald there, too" "Hu? I'm
white, yes, but not an American or a Jew. So: Yes, he is
'complete' ". I had no idea
why, but Pavan had eyes like saucers. Just because I presented
myself and I showed him my private parts from all sides and
angles in public? Shanish grinned widely at my bluntly presentation and licked his lips. Pavan reached into the shorts, stored his balls comfortable and laid down on his stomach on the towel. "Imajine?
{->Imagine something?}", Pavan just shook his head "No"and hid himself under a towel. At he's quivering torso we saw that he was silently laughing. Not that I have problems to be without pants, but I pulled on my bathing suit and went into the sea to swim. After I felt refreshed, I went back again. Shanish saw me coming and jumped up, holding a towel wide open. He took me in his arms and dried me thoroughly. First at the back, then the front parts. Pavan had turned
around and shadowed his eyes with one hand to watch us. During my
friend's activities, I had always kept my eyes on Pavan. It was getting somehow uncomfortable, as close as we were standing and that thing was poking at me. He released the
hug and let me go. As I lay on the
towel, Shanish started applying the sunscreen. Wait a second -
on the back? "You like, dzimun {->Mister}?" asked Pavan and gave me one of his best smiles. I just smiled at
him and enjoyed. When Pavan got naughty and slid a finger into my
crack, I groaned. In one fluid movement of my hand, I went directly from his chest to his crotch and began massaging his cock and sack. Shanish spontaneously opened his legs wide and gave me full access, anticipating further tenderness. I traced his curved cock with my fingers, paying special attention to the free cock head inside the fabric. Still connected to our lips, he moaned into my mouth, his tongue wrestling with mine. His cock grew and pressed against my teasing finger. An exploring grip on his tight balls told me of his excitement. Although Pavan
said "Sa twa fou ... {->You are crazy}. If one sees you
.." Shanish said nothing, but stared at him, watching him wanking; while Pavan's eyes followed my finger on Shanish's tail, which tried to move in the tight fabric. Suddenly Pavan moved to a kneeling position, pulled with one hand the waistband down even further and pushed his pelvis forward. His precum dripped already from the uncovered mushroom and with a "Urrrggg" out of his flexing tummy muscles he shot his load into the sand. The quivering Shanish under me whispered to me: "Now it's my turn please" and pressed his pelvis with fucking motions into my hand. I laughed and let
him free - completely - and said to my love: With a howl,
Shanish protested: "Go into the water and cool you off. Then IT is no more..." With a hard slap at my shoulder and a lot of grumbling he left to the water. "Oh oh... not nice of you" said Pavan and looked worried at me. I took him
amicably into my arm Pavan came
closer, snuggled into my arms and said: "And what?
We are alone here at the beach" "You...? You
also hard and excité {->excited}. Playing with his dick all
the times ... ohgod, only when I think, mine rises again"
We sat side by side and watched Shanish enjoying the water. "I think we should go to cool us too". Pavan agreed,
stood up, and stormed into the waves. Leisurely I went after him,
and was surprised how cold the water seemed to be now. Prompt I
had goosebumps despite 29° air and 24° C water temperature. As
a gush of water hit me suddenly from behind, I thought I would
die, that cold the water felt. So I immersed myself completely
into the sea. When I emerged, I ended up in Shanish's arms.
We frolicked some
time in the water. Swam, dived, dunked each other... that kind of
innocent fun. Surprising us, we
heard a voice above our heads: No doubt that
Pavan knew the two which had arrived unnoticed. Promptly he
started to talk with them in Creole. Pavan asked
Shanish and me: Shanish looked at
me. Shrugging my shoulders I said, Shanish laughed
aloud, contrary Pavan made a sad face. "So, what shall do we do, now alone?" asked Shanish and grinned. "First, let us go up to the wall. There is some more shadow and we aren't that much on display", I suggested. We moved, and after arranging our things, I made myself comfortable on the blanket. I sat half upright and put a towel as a pillow between my head and the wall, my legs stretched out and slightly spread. On one side my soft drink and cigarettes, on the other my lover. Since the beach
had a slope to the sea, I enjoyed the wonderful view over the
sand to the waves breaking in the rocks, The panorama
didn't matter anymore for me and the rising feelings won. I
closed my eyes. Slowly but surely his caressing slid deeper on my
upper body, now roaming at both of my breasts. He knew that I
have very sensitive nipples, but that I like it when you give
them special attention. The arrival of his fingers on my nipple
was accompanied by an intense kiss on my mouth. At one point I
could not remain completely passive. His tongue retreated a
little and I followed with my tongue. With a snake-like lick at
the tip of his tongue, I teased him. His answer was a "scratch"
of his fingernail at my nipple. I couldn't no longer suppress a
moan. His tongue penetrated again my oral cavity, continuing the
dance. When he said
"good", he squeezed even harder and pulled at my poor
nipple. I said nothing, but inhaled deep and my whole body
tensed. I looked deep into his dark eyes, waiting for more. His
hand opened, let go of my nipple and stroked the whole tit - as
if to soothe it. The hand slid deeper and his head lowered. He was watching
his moving hand on my belly. Also as he pushed down the rubber
seam and got my hard Penis and loose sack out of my bathing
shorts. He held my penis for some time and looked close at him;
then he started to play with my balls. However, this
sudden and persistent feeling was replaced by a slight and
stabbing pain. He had drawn back the foreskin even further -
until it was no longer possible. That far, that the tip of my
penis bent slightly. But his hand was
already moving in the opposite direction. Covered my glans again.
Made sure that the foreskin was placed correctly and the glans
completely covered. But he did not stop - he stretched my
foreskin past the tip, making a small hood with the additional
skin. Slid back with his fist, repeated the game several times. First came the feeling of the wind on my penis, then the slight pain. Now it was almost nice and pleasant.... Then his hand remained at the bottom. Foreskin all the way back, bare glans wet by precum, frenulum strained. Whispering "Com'on, me touching, too!" he encouraged me. "Ahh, I don't want to... You're so good. Carry on" I protested. But he had already retrieved his bone-hard out of the trunks and put in my hand. "Well ..." I thought and closed my fingers around him and wanked him with small and slow movements. More was not possible as we lay side by side, and because his one was slightly curved to the side. When he was safe
and comfortable, it felt like the tip of my tail was warming up
again. Without warning he had closed his lips around my pole. His
hand was more relaxed and his tongue played on the tip of my
penis. Touching the small slit on the front made me tense and
groan. I must have somehow pressed his penis too hard because he
groaned and grabbed mine again in a firmly. I started fucking his
mouth, which he probably hadn't planned to do. His hand closed
around my balls again and an energetic pressure made me
motionless again. There was almost
nothing left in my scrotum - the testicles had crawled up that
far. His steady rhythm on my shaft, the pressure of his finger on
my base and the throat around my glans did the job. I hadn't finished
speaking when he sucked my cock all the way in and his lips met
his fingers on my scrotum. The tip of my cock had passed the back
of his mouth cavern again and was deep in his throat. My cock could no longer give juice to my lover, he held the one that had fed him before with his tongue and pressed it to the roof of his mouth. The pulsing became weaker and I relaxed. Shanish squeezed some more and emptied the tube of the last drop. The contacts on my now very sensitive part became uncomfortable and kind of ticklish. I started to
giggle, then laughed and begged to him: "Let him
go...Stop...it tickles" Despite the high
(air) temperature I took Shanish into a close hug and kissed him
deeply. Tasted my own juice on his tongue and lips. One hand
still on his naked back, my other hand slipped "as if by
chance" into his pants and touched his genitals. Finished, I gave
Shanish a playful evil look: He rolled off of
me onto his blanket, laughing: "I'm not
going to hit you - but ..." Suddenly he lay still and said, "Please stop - there's sand in my mouth." Letting him go, I sat up but couldn't stop laughing. He spit some sand out of his mouth, used a finger to get everything off his tongue. After he stood up, brushed his body off and shook the lose sand out of his speedo. "Look where
its went... ALL over... Even THERE", Since the romp
had made his cock limp, he was now able to retract his foreskin
easily to expose his dark glans and tried to remove the sand from
them. Carefully, he continued to get the sand off the back rim of
the glans. Seeing him in
real pain, I reacted: "No no no ... ouch" "Get up. We
better rinse it off - in the sea." He looked at me
skeptically: "Naaa, dear. Come over. Drop that shorts completely for easier access". Once again he
searched the beach for people, bent down and took off his
swimsuit under the water. I took off his shorts and put them in
mine, to have my hands free. I took hold of his penis, pulling
Shanish a little closer to the beach and into the shallower
water. He could do nothing but follow the pull on his
manhood. Once again he was
hard ... To have better control of Shanish I held him at both bum
cheeks tight. Letting his wood slip out of my mouth, I commanded:
"WHAAAT?? Here? Are you crazy?" "Yes, I am - about you. But not now, stupid boy. Not THAT. I will not fuck you in public here. But there will certainly be sand between your butt cheeks and at 'my goal'." He obeyed, bent
over and parted his globes voluntarily. As low as he had bent
forward, his face almost touched the water and he suggested,
I splashed water into the crevice with one hand to rinse it off and cleaned the sand with the fingers of the other. Carefully, gently. Perhaps too gently, my finger slid up and down between his ass cheeks, because he started to makes sounds. To get better access to his anus, I let him touch his cheeks deeper. Carefully rinsed the folds around the hole and cleaned the rear entrance with my smallest finger, so as not to irritate the sensitive skin too much. He instinctively clenched his ass muscles and stood up a little. "HEY!... horny baby ... I knew it already: you want to do it here!" I bent him forward again and continued cleaning his backside. "uh uh .. You know what you are doing ?" he blubbered out of the waves. "Yesss". I finished cleaning him and then he was allowed to stand upright again. I recognized: "Oh - HE is already upright", laughed and left the water. "My shorts!" he wailed "Yeah, I
forgot...", Between two bites
I remarked: He just hummed
and let his hard penis 'dance' up and down. "Why should I?" I asked him. "Because you made me horny and now I need to cum" "You HAVE to
cum? oookey, that's a reason...." "Nooo .. do it correctly!" he begged. "I have to clean my fingers first" I said. "So hurry up. Otherwise I'll do it by myself - that much I'm under pressure" I went down to the waves, cleaned my sticky fingers and went back. He was still laying flat on his back and was playing with himself, rubbing his tight skin at the tip of his pecker. Casually, he covered and uncovered the glans, not really wanking. Quickly I lay
down beside him, grabbed his hard one and slapped playfully the
tip. Being stimulated by me, he lay down again flat on his back, the legs parted, delivering himself up to me and awaiting my actions. A few passes of my hand at his shaft were enough, and his knees bent, his nuts drawn high, his member cocked and pulsating. I froze the
moves, took my hand away and watched the violently twitching
penis. When he had calmed down, I grabbed him again, continuing
the handjob. Again until just before. But once again I did not
allow him any redemption. At the third stop I reminded him: "It was a
joke !? You will really stop now? Let me stay like this?"
"Yes." "...and that after you have had your fun..." "Yeah, that was very kind. But Pavan have had already decided: You will suffer." "But it was a joke" Spanish whined again and suddenly recognized my seriosity. "No - you
can't be mean like that ... Not you!?" "Oh yes - I can be mean. Stop fapping and pack your things. It's time to go back home." He didn't listen to me and continued stroking his shaft. I had already finished packing and sat down beside him. "Shanish, please stop wanking!" He was still
wanking. "OK, you don't deserve it better..." "Ouuch - woa, now you will do it the kinky way?" "You - shall
- not - wank - when - I - am - here!" "Get ready. We have to go. Madam_la is waiting with the dinner". "oh .. merde
.. she shall wait" The belongings where packed fast. With a trick only known by him he disassembled the pole of the parasol and put the pieces into the back seats, too. He fell down into the formerly blocked passenger seat and slowly sat down with wide opened legs, knees far apart. He waited for me, making a pout. "You really
meant it..." I answered "It will do" and started driving. But: We had to drive more than 500m along a non paved path. At each bump or pothole I heard an "arg" or "oof" or an other sound indicating his discomfort. "Careful!
Look out where you drive! ouch" and lifted himself out of
the seat. Finally we made it and came to the paved road. It was the 27-bumps-road. Due to the traffic I couldn't really go slow and pass the bumps comfortably. 27 noises later we reached the ramp to the motorway, which I was using now. We arrived soon, unpacked the car and brought everything up the hill. Madam_la saw us coming and shouted something in Creole. I understood "...monzee..." - something about eating. "Eating? I intended to rinse away the salty water first" I said to Shanish. "Me too. So let us shower first and after that it's dinner". For decency's
sake we showered separately, also because I recognized: Madam_la
was watching Shanish closely.
That evening we have had nothing special, just a dish called "Briyani" {-> a stew, look it up}. Madam_la could have kept it warm for another hour and we could have followed our urges before eating. Instead we acted well mannered, showered, ate and cleaned everything afterwards. When we were in
Shanish's room I couldn't hold myself back any longer: "oh .. ouh ... Youuuu ... You know whats wrong with me!" I played the unsuspecting, asked: "No? What is it ?" "YOU have had all your fun during this day, Pavan got off two times at the beach, I have made you happy with my mouth - and.. and ... And What? In the end I have blue balls and YOU don't allow me any relief. I really want it... I NEED it" I almost felt
sorry for him. I realized how much he needed relief from his
pressure and how much he was suffering. I was already sitting on
the bed frame, so I pulled him close to me and lifted his
t-shirt. Grasping his sides, I kissed his belly and played in his
navel with my tongue. He sighed, He snuggled close to me and caressed my hair. Pausing him, I said: "Wait ..." away with his t-shirt. Finally I could stroke his back, too. I admitted: "Oh
dear, you can't guess how hard it was to control myself"
Because I knew he
was very sensitive there and gave them some attention - even
lower, at the side of his chest. Instead I
caressed his complete rib cage with my flat hands and slid slowly
deeper. Very carefully I slid my hands under the waist band and
lowered his both shorts. He was now standing bare assed in front
of me. "That's so nice ... so treated ... from you ... Oh God ... now I could ..." I closed his
mouth with my pointing finger and said softly: When I made him
to step back so I could look better at his hot body, his cock was
twitching violently. With gentle force I pulled Shanish close to
me again and laid his willing-less body on the mattress. I felt his bum tighten, saw his hands clenched into the bed sheet. Short, stuttered, quick "ah's" left his open mouth. Then his milk left his shaft and jumped high and wide above him. I did not count the shots, but it seemed endless. Not to stain anything, I had pointed his tip (with some difficulties while he was pumping) at his upper torso. But powerful as he shoot, it went up to his face and even in his hairs. "uuuuuuaaaahh" he growled to get air, still dripping. I moved again my hand up and down and helped the last drops to leave. "oh mon dieu
... no shot like this before" raised his hand and tried to
get hold at my back of my neck to kiss me. Our lips met while i
was still massaging his dick. His hand laid also down at his cock
and covered the skinless glans - like to protect it. I let his wood go and put it at his belly, licked his face clean - kissing him again and again. "... what a mess" he said, when he saw all the white drops at his chest and tummy. "Over there in the cabinet is a box of Kleenex .. be so kind, please". We needed several of them. Even the careful wiping with the soft tissues brought him again to moan, although I didn't touched his genitals. When he was done and somehow clean, he pulled his legs up and let his knees fell outward, presenting his private area well. It was an inviting position ... But since I knew how he felt down there I didn't took advantage of it. His stick of joy was slightly smaller, but still quite large, on his stomach. My touch at his knee let him twitch first because he thought I was going to tickle him. Instead my hand slid at the inner side of his thigh slowly upwards. He relaxed with a long "yeaaahhh..." At the end of his
thigh my fingers finally reached his completely loose hanging
sack.. By this contact he tensed again. I got hold of the
complete bag and just held his testicles. To make him sure
it was meant as a soothing gesture I pressed my hand slightly,
where upon he tensed and sharply inhaled through his teeth. As he
recognized no further harassment he relaxed and exhaled.
Oh so tender and intense ...
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