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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true storyby: <Souillac2017 at protonmail.com>
Raksha Bandhan
Like every
morning we used the still cool hours to cuddled and kiss
extensively. At some point our bodies, knotted together by the
kisses on all parts of our bodies, laid one behind the other - he
was nestled closely behind me, spooning. "Darling, I
want you, but not like always." I was amazed. He
usually enjoyed it when I took him. It didn't matter how. I got up, went to the bathroom and somehow managed to empty my bladder despite an erection. Misusing the small nozzle attached to a shower hose near the squatting toilet, I cleaned myself "downstairs" quickly. That way prepared, my hard one showed me the way back into the room. As I was lying on the bed again, he spread my legs without further foreplay and began to kiss my sack. Slowly he kissed and licked his way to his goal. When the tip of his tongue touched my anus, I briefly cramped. His tender, caressing hands on my skin calmed me down but his tongue became more demanding, aggressively, invading my hole... No - Stop, wait!
Suddenly his
voice was close to my ear again. He didn't have to say what. His glans was already lightly pressed on my anus. "Come to me" I whispered. He pressed a
little more with his glans and slipped into me. Slowly, tenderly,
watching me. Our eyes immersed in each others. My hands on his
butt pressed a little and encouraged him. Because his joystick
curved a little to the side, I thought I would feel him even more
intensely. When he was all
within me, I closed my legs over his back, pressed his body to
mine and kissed him tenderly I opened my legs
which were still clamping him to my body and raised my knees to
give him full access. I wanted to feel him completely inside me.
He moved slowly, as if he where probing if I like it. It was hard for me not to wake up the whole house with my pleasure. Shanish felt
encouraged by my noises and now made long thrusts, always almost
pulling out and then, with on fluid thrust, penetrated me deeply
again. "Cum, Come to me, dear. Cum deep inside me" i stuttered. While I was
saying that, I felt his suddenly pulsating member within me and
Shanish made an animalistic sound. Shanish enjoyed
every moment, every contact, every touch. Slowly he woke up from
his own world and began to move his still some hard penis back
and forth again. "Yes, I have felt it" and giggled. By that I unfortunately pushed him out of me and a small wind escaped. My still twitching, but now leaking hole was already treated. Shanish had pressed a Kleenex between my legs, which I clenched to prevent stains on the sheets. Sadly, Shanish made no hints of licking the juice and cleaning me, instead he lay down next to me and was in a state of afterglow.
Our idyll was
broken off by sudden noise outside. "Merde.
Tente arrive. mwa bhula!" {-> -> Shit. The tent is
arriving today. I forgot it} I got up also, used the bathroom extensively, dressed island style and looked out of the kitchen window while I started making the coffee. Just in that moment Shanish was greeted by one of the younger helper. That guy grabbed
(MY) Shanish's tent pole and asked: Shanish laughed
out loud "You've had your chance." and escaped the
holding hand. "What's going on outside?" I asked my loved one, who came inside. "oops - I
forgot to inform you? At Saturday Maman is celebrating something
like a 'Raksha Bandhan'. "Few people ...
ooonly 80 !" I quote him sarcastically. A soft moaning left his lips followed by: "You wanting milk for your coffee?" "No, merci." took my hand away and watched the moving cloth, driven by his hardened, twitching cock. "Hehe...." After our
(otherwise uneventful) quick breakfast and back in his room, I
caught his cock inside the losely draped cloth with my mouth and
sucked my 'milk' out of it. "I need a break and a fresh lemonade now," I said to Shanish. "I know a good place for both". As we were walking through the busy streets, we happened to meet Pavan and his brother Damian, who were also spending their day in town. We talked for short and I invited them to have a refreshment with us. The place which
Shanish mentioned earlier, consisted of a few tables and chairs
on a meadow secluded by hedges. Well, I could
understand his situation. "Strangers", specially "non
Islanders", where not often visiting this area. Pavan brought up
our beach trip and asked me: "Yeah, he was good - except today morning" (I pronounced it more like "moaning") Shanish nearly
dropped his tea glass and just said: Damian looked a
little uncomprehending and lost. Pavan gave him in creole a short
version what had happened at the beach trip and closed: I chipped in: "All I say: But he liked it obviously..." Pavan's comment "I bet..." caused a loud laughter, except from Damian. Suddenly Damian's
eyes grew, then he opened his mouth and blushed. I said, "I liked it best when he had sand everywhere and I had to clean him." Damian could not
hold back his curiosity anymore, plucked up his courage and asked
incredulously (in pretty good English): "Yes, specially when I cleaned ..eeh.. some parts of him," I answered, slightly embarrassed "I don't understand that," Damian replied. "Linguistically or in terms of content?" "Content wise. What 'parts of him'?" Now it was my
time to blush. Who only nodded
in agreement and grinned broadly. I swallowed and continued:
Damian's eyes grew as big as saucers. Seeking help, I looked around our little circle. I glanced at Pavan - his grin couldn't get any longer. And Shanish just winked at me in agreement. Damian had become restless, moved back and forth in his chair and finally crossed his legs firmly. After I
swallowed, I kept going: I purposely used
the local, curse word for penis and Damian recognized it
astonished. "and what...? I have to have a name for my favorite toy" I replied. First in a normal
voice, than getting quieter more and more, Damian stated: He was now sitting in the chair with his knees apart. Obviously he must have had a good imagination of what had happened because the shorts were visibly too small - at least one leg. The cloth was tight and if his tail had been a little longer, the tip would have been free and visible. Shanish put one
hand at Damians knee: I laid my hand at
his other knee and commented: Worried he looked
down at our hands, which were touching him nearly intimately.
Incredulously he asked: As if on command
and without consultation, Shanish and I simultaneously reached
higher up at his legs. As I could see from the tubular bulge of
Damian's shorts leg, Shanish's hand was now touching not only his
thigh through the shorts. We confirmed our peace and love for
each other to Damian with words - and a quick kiss, right in
front of Damian's face. Shanish squeezed
a last time and took his hand away. Facing Damian
directly, Shanish reacted: Pavan laughed: "See - I don't have to tell them anything about you. They know you are a member of this part of "the club", too". Feeling more
confident and not so shy anymore, Damian grabbed into his shorts
and sorted his boy goods inside. "Instead you are hot now" one said. Everybody laughed hard, but in a way so that other people turned their heads at us.
On our way home Shanish and I talked about and recapped the meeting. Shanish remarked:
Rethinking
Shanish's explanations and conclusions I said: I got a kiss on my cheek: "That's how I know you from the past ... "
Saturday morning
everybody in the house was busy with food, preparations and
decorations. As it was my profession, I was delegated to hang up
the light chains and various spot lights. Around 11.00am the priests arrived, accompanied by singing and clapping women. The celebrations and the ceremony started with more religious songs. Shanish and I escaped to the backyard and grilled the meat, chicken, fishes and vegetables. A bit later
Pavan's family arrived. Including an aunt also living in their
house. Tall and wide, like a mountain of meat (shudder). Pavan and Damian came straight to the backyard, avoiding the celebrations and peoples inside the tent, their hands at their ears. "Oh that high-pitched singing woman ... My ears ... I know why you are far from them" Damian complained. I nodded quietly, opened two cans of beer and handed them over. The scene on the property was as different as two sides of a coin: In front of the house: holy prayers - in the backyard: opulent food and alcohol. For eating we four went into the tent, to have a seat at the tables. We sat down, ate and made smalltalk to the people at our sides. As nearly everywhere on the world, the good meal has to be washed down with rum, to help the digestive system... Soon a bottle made it's rounds. Clearing the tables and pushing them aside was a task that everyone helped out after dinner. And the party started. People danced, talked, drank ... also, like in all parts of the world. Except me - I
never dance. The uncle looked
at him surprised and upset, and lectured Damian: "Ah - djimun {-> Mister} not guest. He's good friend. Friends are allowed to do so" I laughed out
loud on purpose, ruffled Damian's thick and sweaty hair and said:
Damian looked up at me and tried to say something. He was silenced by a look and a very slight shake of the head by me. Some time later he got up from the floor and sat down on my thigh. To keep the balance he put himself an arm of me around his hips. Arranged like that, we talked some more with that uncle. He asked a lot how different things are handled and how to act in other countries. Maybe all his questions were answered or he needed the lavatory because suddenly he excused himself, stood up and walked away. "That's what
I've been waiting" sighed Damian. "I thought he never
go away and leave us alone" he continued and laid his head
on my shoulder. "You were waiting to be alone with me? Interesting." After I hadn't
moved or reacted further, Damian changed our seating arrangement.
First he had both knees between mine. Now he changed his
position. He turned so that my thigh was in the middle of his
thighs and he was looking away from me. --'What the f*ck?
What is he doing? That is a well behaved, shy boy - but rubs his
lower parts at my thigh???'-- Recognizing his
empty bottle, he said to me: He got up and
went to the storage for drinks, bent his upper body at his hips
straight forward, presenting his round buttocks by this pose,
fetched us new beer and came back to me. As he approached me in
his 'tail wagging' walk, I noticed his really low-hanging jeans
edge, which clearly showed the waistband of his underwear - even
if it was almost his skin color. I was awaiting he
will sit down at the next chair, but I was surprised by him. He drank, and when other boys of the family passed us, he sometimes raised his arms and moved them according to the music, waved to those who passed by. His movements ON my lap did not remain without followings IN my lap. When my growing
wood became uncomfortable, I said quietly: Unsuspecting and completely innocent he said: "Whyyyy?" "You know what you're doing to me down there?" "No, what? What do you mean? I'm acting like I always do! I like music and I like to move to it." I sighed: "I don't understand!?" he replied, again innocently. "You are teasing me. Are you testing me?" "Testing? Teasing? I don't know what you mean. I don't do anything. Just moving a bit to the music, enjoying to talk to you and to feel you near me!" "oh oh... You have really no clue what it does to me? Are you really that innocent and clueless? In that case there are some explaining to do." "Yes, please be so kind. Nobody at home does that. Nobody talks to me about `relations' and what and how to do. Pavan always comes only for a short to visit us and wash his clothes... no time to talk privately or a talk 'from man to man' " He continued very
quietly: "But we need some extended time for that kind of talk." I said thoughtfully, my minds spinning. "We do have
!?!" At some point the
opportunity arose and I impulsively kissed him on the neck when
he looked to the side. "You do know that I'm with Shanish?" I protested halfheartedly. "Yes and...?" "I do not want to cheat on him, please don't do that again." Damian got up so suddenly that I feared I had done something wrong or hurt him emotionally. He went straight to Shanish and talked to him for a while seriously. My fears that I had done something wrong grew. Then they laughed a lot. Shanish looked at me from time to time, or winked at me. One time, during
their talk, Shanish threatened me with a raised forefinger. When we were
alone in the hallway, he spoke to me in a somehow earnest tone:
In a no longer
serious voice he giggled: "Give him the daddy-son-talk about
the birds and the bees and the flowers" "Exactly.
Talk about it, explain it to him. Show him." "Wait - wa
what?" I was dumbfonded. "Just do it.
Teach him well. And be with me again, for breakfast ... " I leaned against
the wall and tried to sort and process what I just heard.
Damian came up to me on the way. He had to pee, "Are you coming?" "Hu? Why?" I was surprised. "Women always walk in pairs, and I can't lift that heavy," he laughed. I just thought 'oh wait!', but said: "Don't boast it that way... I'm sure he's not thaaat big." In the loo,
without another word, he pushed down his jeans and shorts with
one movement and presented "himself" with his pelvis pushed
forward: Right. There was a 2.5" (7,5 cm) long uncut noodle and pretty thick for a limp one: about 1" (2,5cm) in diameter. Acting impressed,
I said: That's not what
he was expecting. Even less he expected me turning his front
around towards the drain, stepped behind him, gripped his penis
from behind and held it over the drain. To put everything
back into the fabrics of his pants was a little harder (!) now.
Damian let happened everything with his goods passively, finally
only adjusted the jeans and went out without waiting for me.
Doing some
smalltalks to family members on the way, we came back to our
chairs. After we sat, he started brave: There was the very shy, innocent boy again. I summarized,
"Ooook....... Shanish already knows about this. And the
background. Now I know what it's about too. He looked at me
with eyes full of question marks: "Let me surprise you, what possibly will happens. Before we talk further, I want to set some, few rules. MY rules." Was there fear in his eyes now? "Don't be frightened. No fear!" I assured him, holding his hand. After a weak
smile by him I continued: Damian was deep
in thoughts, his minds were spinning. After reasoning for a
moment: "Are you going
to do what I say to the fullest? Think again about your answer!
You are going to break new ground and you will have exciting
adventures" I could see his confusion and literally his hard thinking over. His changing face expressions showed it all. Fear, curiosity, desire, lust. After a moment of
silence he nodded carefully "I promise,
I will always try to be patient, very careful, and gentle... And
you can always say STOP if you really don't like something. But
at least you have to try it once" With big, bright
eyes looking directly at me and a sure, firm voice, he replied:
After I looked at
him, tried to 'read' him, I started: "Nooo - not that. Where and how the babies come from I know by health lessons at school" "Well at least something" "But WHY gets `la chose' {-> the thing} hard and sperm come out" and pointed to his pubic region. THAT hit me
unprepared and I was slightly shocked. I thought He just grinned sheepishly. "Or how your soft one got harder and thicker when I helped you peeing" "eeh ... yyyeees and...?" Damian commented askingly and blushed. "Do you know why this happened?" "eeh. No. It just happens sometimes, I guess." -'Oh god, help me
and this pure innocent one'- "Yes, while I touch myself and wash" "Well observed. It's the touches and feelings that make your penis hard." "But when I sleep, I don't touch myself. Still, it's hard in the morning" "That's something else, stuff for later explanations. So, back to the touches. Do you like touching him?" Only a nod and a "mhmmm" for a response. I realized that he was very embarrassed, but his curiosity had won. "You only touch him?", I asked piercingly. "No, sometimes... sometimes I caress him too or play with the skin in front" "Ah yes. How are you playing with your skin down there? What do you do?" Totally ashamed and quietly Damian asked: "Do I have to answer that? Energetically I replied: "Yes. Otherwise I don't know where and how to start." "Sometimes I roll or slide it back. It feels strange. If I do it some more times it starts to feel weird. And then I'd rather stop." Before I could
continue this talk, a woman suddenly came up to us and sat down.
Interrupting our
conversation and unasked she claimed Damian for her own with all
her gossip. Very impolite.
The party went
into the deep night and later many guests slept in the house.
We disappeared from the party early in the morning and went to 'our' room. As always, we cuddled naked before falling asleep when the door opened quietly and carefully, and Damian stuck his head through the crack. He slipped in and sat down shyly at a far corner of the bed, obviously trying not to see our nude bodies. "Désolé mwa. {-> I'm sorry} Can... Can we talk ?" Shanish kissed me
and got up: "Be gentle and careful, dear....." Damian kept him
back by one hand: Understanding, my
lover shook his head: There was this
fearful look in Damian's eyes again when he looked at me. To
lighten up his mood I asked cheerfully: Damian laughed: "That was one of my impossibly behaving aunties. We both were speaking about ...making children." "Ah yes" He: "WHY does THERE sperms come out..." "Right. And why does it get hard" He replied: "It gets hard because there are this nice feelings when one touches?" "Oh yes!" I sighed. Shyly he admitted: "But when I fondle my skin or caress the tip - because it feels so strange after a while, I better stop" "THEN you have to, you must, continue" "I don't
dare. It feels so ...strange, weird, funny ... and wrong. All at
the same time." "Well, I can
teach you. First: There is nothing 'wrong" with you. I will
show you, nothing bad happens after that point. But you have to
throw away all your prejudices and let it just happen. You will
decide later that YOU like." "Is it really that weird?" "No. Different. Strange at the first time, but very, very nice." Out of the blue
he asked: I had to laugh,
but told him in a serious tone instead: "Uhuuu" he nodded. I said with a smile: "May and shall I help and show you what comes next? What comes after it starts so weird? Now and here?" "uhm... Now? Here? How so?" he was hooked. "Let's see. But first: Relax!" While our talk he
had creeped from the corner of the bed and was somehow laying
sideways on the mattress. My hand was already laying on his thigh
while we spoke. Now it was sliding upwards under the still open
shirt over his stomach and chest. I pushed his
shirt open, off his body, and stroked his upper body. He
willingly allowed the exposing happen, but he kept looking at me
questioningly and waiting. His firm, young body trembled a few
times. A nodding by him,
his eyes following my hand. Moments later my side glance showed
me that it must have been really good. "Did you notice? Nobody touched your penis yet but you're stiff and hard like a pole" "Yes, very stiff" and grinned sheepishly. "It feels so nice to be petted" he said, half questioning. "Exactly."
At my touch he
shivered visibly, got big eyes and pulled took a deep breath
through his teeth. I smiled
knowingly and asked: "Yes. But I want to trust you." he answered. Next I opened the zipper and unlocked the jeans button. Damian wanted to support me: "Shall I take them off?" "That would make it easier to do what will come next." Getting up, taking off his pants, lying down again was one fluid movement. When he was lying again, he grabbed heartily between his legs and wanted to sort his private goods. "Stop. Hands away. Let me do that..." I reached between his legs and enclosed his scrotum loosely in my hand. He wiggled,
protested and tried to escape: "Yes, it is. Only if you touch too hard. But..." I stroked the skin and played softly with his balls "...if you're careful, it's nice too." A pleasant and
long "Yee-ah..." was his only reply. "That's what I do, too. But theeen..." he moaned and stopped talking as I carefully pulled his foreskin totally back and held his stiffy like this. The swollen head sticking out, dark pink and even. So swollen that the piss slit was slightly open. Because I kept
him waiting for a moment he made stuttered Without treating his wood any more, I pulled the foreskin as far back as I could without giving him pain, but some discomfort. "ahh ... Put it back! Cover it! It feels odd!" "Soon, dear. I want you to feel. I want you to concentrate, to feel that new sensation at your penis. Close your eyes, trust and feel." For some time I played with one finger at his pink tip and the rim. He started fidgeting. I covered the tip with his skin. Covered the glans, stopped, uncovered it completely, stopped. When the glans was not covered, it swelled. Covered again, the cock got a bit smaller. He obviously liked the feeling of the freed tip. Every change made to his penis tip made him breathe hard. After a while I
sped up into a regular hand job. First only with my fingers at
the sides of his shaft, sliding the foreskin back and forth, then
with my whole hand around his handle. Damian's body had
tensed a little earlier, but as he neared orgasm he started
moaning After a short time he got voicy: "listen... stop it...uuuh...I must... pee... I think..... Aaah - that weird feelings come again" "shhh... nothing wrong. Just feel... and enjoy it" I tried to calm him and grabbed his cock tighter. He started to
cling his hands into the bed covers and his body stiffened.
"shhh...
nothing's wrong. Feel it and enjoy it" His upper body
twitched some upward. He dropped his
back onto the sheet and cramped his hands tight into it. Milky, powerful
eruptions out of a boy's body who was teased, tensed, maximally
excited and who got finally relieve. -'His first, and
consciously induced, orgasm'- ... and he shot
and shot and shot... Then it slowed down. The thought of licking him clean I pushed aside quickly. The up to now innocent boy might be too shocked by an action like that. Instead I hugged him, calmed him down, held his member in my hand, stroked his thighs and the unstained parts of his upper body. After further contractions and spasms he relaxed. When I caringly and tenderly cleaned him with wet wipes (more gentle than dry Kleenex tissues), he opened his eyes and a "WOW!" escaped. "What the
hell was that!? What... I... that was beautiful! I've never felt
anything like that before ever", "Now you know how and where the semen comes from." I stated factually and in a teachers voice. "That was fun. Especially at the end" Damian was still heavily breathing. I had to laugh: "Haha. Now you know yourself what happens after the weird feelings starts: an orgasm and an ejaculation" "Oh yes. I could orgasmism more often" "I believe you immediately. But the saying is 'you are having an orgasm' and when the sperm comes out it is called 'an ejaculation' " We both laughed heartily. "Maybe you make more of orgasm to me ?" My mood changed
suddenly into some sadness and silently I looked down at him,
enjoying the sight of his by light sweat covered body. Still in
his unbuttoned shirt, but otherwise naked. I wasn't allowed
to. Not yet. Damian noticed my
sad eyes and stroked his upper body with one hand. "Of course I like" I said, after i cleared my throat. "Why don't you use my body for more? Please do what you want with me. I want to learn more - with you! Teach me!" In my ears still
resounded "what you want".... If he only knew....
"No. Enough for today. Now you know: You stopped caressing your penis too soon. And something great happens after that 'weird' feeling starts. That's enough for now and today." He urged: "But you must tell me more. Maybe you can show me other nice things" "Not today" I refused. He sat up abruptly: "Then we'll see each other again?" "Maybe" "Oh yes, please please please" "Damian, I want again to talk with Shanish again. This is also not easy for me." Abruptly he let out: "but I'm sure he'll agree and allows you to..." Now the moment of surprise was on his side. "What?" I asked "Why should, why WILL he agree?" He felt caught he
may have said too much. "Yeah. Yeees? Continue!" "They often used to be alone in his room in the past. And I've seen both naga {-> naked} on the bed inside. And touching. And often I heard funny noises..." Aaaha, yesss. Soso. I was dumbfounded. I had to talk to Shanish about his past. "So there
must be more and other stuff for two men - and I want to know
what" "THAT stuff, dear Damian, is the reason why I want to talk to Shanish again." We had cleaned
ourselves as far as possible with these wet wipes and at least
worn the shorts. "No, no. Perfect timing" I said and waved at Shanish to come in. Damian escaped my arm, jumped up and flew at Shanish's neck, clinged at him, snuggled into his arm, beaming at him and kissing "Thank you" on his cheek. Damian dragged Shanish also onto the bed and draped one of Shanish's arms around himself. "Everything OK with you ?" Shanish asked suspiciously, looking at Damian skeptically, holding him an arm's length away. "Everything is fine ... even more? Come on, feel it" Damian led Shanish's hand into his shorts. Of course Shanish
made use of the opportunity and made a tight grab at the offered
goal. Since Damian suddenly tensed up, I knew that Shanish had
found the cock. He didn't say anything, but kneaded Damian's dick
and smiled at me. "Yes. And it
is fun to teach, with such a willing student." Shanish also
looked at him again and asked him directly and straight out:
Laughing I fell in and asked "Don't ask me how and how much....Wow. There have been a moment I was frightened he will pass out" Shanish also
laughed:
I am here to teach and help
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