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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true storyby: <Souillac2017 at protonmail.com>
End of a holiday
Note: This is the "vanilla" version of the end of my stay. (There is also a very kinky version)
Shanish and I were cuddled together on the bed. We were enjoying our nakedness, sharing caresses, fiddling with each other's parts, listening to music, smoking and talking, when suddenly there was a knock. Without waiting for an "come in", the door opened wide. Madam_la. "But of course. Please let him in. We have nothing to hide." I smiled at her cheekily. She mumbled something not understandable, shook her head, walked aside, left the door wide open and called for Damian. While he approached, he alternately looked at the leaving Madam_la and at our naked bodies in disbelief. Indecisive, shy, he entered, closed the door and stopped, not looking at us but the floor. Shanish had moved
and was now lying half on top of me. His head on my chest, his
fingers caressing my chest and belly. We said nothing but "Hello Damian" and looked at him without another word or action, waiting for him to say something. He moved, wanting
to get closer to us, but was slowed down after one step by a
"Stop" from Shanish. After a while
without any action or progress, Shanish asked: I played the
bored, kept stroking Shanish, then I hugged him tighter after
all: Shanish's eyes
went wide. Downgraded to an
asexual, dehumanized thing, Damian still stood there like a
statue. "You better
think of something for him. The behaviour of this 'boooyyy'
(Shanish stretched the word degradingly) I looked at my
lover and quietly asked: "Oh - I'll be happy with anything. As long as he's naked, participates, and isn't afraid of MY touch. It should be fun for you AND me. Maybe, if I'm in a good mood, him too", placing a loving kiss on the tip of my cock. Knowing Shanish's dirty side, I considered different roles for Damian. I was about to say something and already caught my breath when Damian made a decision for me and suddenly interrupted us without being asked. As if he had been
waiting for a key word: I said to Damian,
some way harshly: Seriously and
with a firm voice, Damian replied, When he presented
his front to us again, he hid his pubics behind both hands - like
as a naked, shy girl. Shanish remarked
in a bored, but annoyed voice: This remark
angered me now, and I said in a sharp tone to my beloved, Directed at Shanish I ordered: "Tense up and stand up straight!. Straight posture, take your hands away and stand still" "Yes, teacher" and took his hands aside, stood straight, his arms hanging. Shanish, still in
an annoyed voice: Damian looked
down at himself at his limp limb. "Change this unpleasant view!" "But for that I need to use at least my own hands, master. My teacher ordered: hands away" I threw between
them: Damian took his
worm in his hand and kneaded around with it. Bored (but
inwardly smiling and proud of his obedience and this question), I
intervened again: "Yes, Master, Teacher, Sir." and played with himself, but couldn't get his tail to work. His worm was getting thicker, but not even hard. "Try harder!" I commanded. Damian kept stroking, uncovering and covering the pink tip. Shanish said
softly to me, "I love it when you act so strong and
dominant." Cold and
dismissive, I reprimanded him: He chuckled, "Yes, sir. Ouch, sir, thank you, sir." Now my
misbehaving lover had my full attention: Damian couldn't
realize if our romp was fun or serious and stopped rubbing
himself. Naked, with open mouth, he stood over there and watched
the 'fight' of his masters. His highly respected teacher
disciplined a student, but who was also his master. He held his
wick as casually as by chance in his hand upward and closely
watched our body contacts. Shanish twisted
under my fingers, turned back and forth, giggled, tried to
escape. Now he was lying on his stomach. Unfortunate for him. By
that position I had access to his most sensitive parts - His ribs
and his loins. "I`ll give you reason to say 'Stop'," I mocked. By his turning
and winding, his tight ass now stood nicely upwards and invited
me. I slapped one cheek with the slightly bowed, relaxed hand and
let it rest there. Damian reminded me of him with a faint "Ouch" when the slap happened. With a side
glance I noticed that he had taken the hand away from his parts
and held his hand in front of his open mouth now. Addressing
Shanish, I whispered: Silently nodding agreeing and having a devilish look, he pushed a pillow under his pelvis, to present his buttocks even more. Expecting the spanking, he buried his face in the sheet. As I was hitting
him some strokes, he groaned sufferingly every time I hit him on
his buttocks. After a few spanks, he turned slowly his head to
one side and saw how Damian's limb jerked upward with each slap.
Whispering he pointed out to me: It was kind of
funny: One beats the other and the third one feels it. Damian stood freehand and with a full mast in the sun, his eyes glued to the action on the bed and enjoyed our 'game'. When Shanish had
turned his head and looked at him, Damian had flinched again as
if got caught. Damian interrupted the moving of his hand, looking frightened at Shanish as he walked up to Damain. Approaching him, Shanish said, "YOU like it, when I have to suffer?" Damian slumped
and ducked his head, awaiting a yelling or a punishment at him.
Shanish had
sneaked even closer to him and proceeded with a stretched out
hand at the level of the pelvic. "When I am
punished and get beaten and have to suffer - That a reason for
you to be excited, to get hard and aroused?" "Yes,
Master. It's not your punishment you receive, which excites me.
It's inside my pervy brain. I imagine it is I who get beaten,"
Shanish stepped
behind Damian's, now limp, body, pulled him against his own
body with one arm, snuggled up to him tenderly. He pressed his
banana against Damian's backside into the cleft and started to
wank Damian's drumstick. Now Damian
expected a punishment or pain and had become stiff as a stick.
The sudden, tender embrace and friendly treatment of his limb
surprised him completely. Damian had lost the overview and no
longer knew what to expect or what to come. Shanish let go of the hard, pulsating, awaiting member of Damian and moved his hand a bit down, covered Damians jewels and started rolling and kneading them carefully, tenderly. "No.. no...
no please! Not my balls... please... not not my balls!"
Instead Shanish used the other arm to enclose Damian's body tighter, still massaging the bag. Damian loosened up a bit and put his head at the shoulder behind him and sighed enjoyable, but was still at attention what may come. With a last,
tough squeeze Shanish let the balls go, which caused Damian's
body to stiffen again. Damian's eyes showed his disbelief and suspicion at this kind words and actions of Shanish. He wanted to believe it, wanted to indulge in Shanish too. But the way he was last tormented by him, he could not trust the 'soft', tender Shanish. Even though Shanish's hands now caressed his entire upper body and gently excited his front, making all nerves ring inside Damian's fragile body. One of Shanish's
wandering hands had found a breast and now 'worked' at it,
tenderly, carefully, but intensively. Damian's body had relaxed
by the excitement and his sighs had become more often and louder.
During Shanish's
action with Damian, Iclayedlying comfortably on the bed, watching
that hot scene of my lover and my student, my hand casually
manipulating my half hard pecker. They where embracing tight,
each one brushing from top to bottom the back of the other, still
hard kissing. To observe them interacting was erotically in a
special way. "Are you
both going to stand over there the whole day? Come to me. The bed
is large enough for all of us and much more comfortable" The lip lock was slowly, almost reluctantly, released, the eyes still stuck together. Shanish grabbed Damian's, hard, pulsating handle and dragged him in the direction of me. "Come, Petit_la, let's lay down and enjoy the afternoon together". Still being tugged, Damian followed Shanish to the bed. "Please hold
that, dear" To reach Damian's
pole, I had sat up straight. Now I had this hot phallus in my
hand with the lovely boy attached to it. This lovely boy was now
near the former exclusive love nest of Shanish and me. The
blankets which were still messed up, wrinkled, and smelled from
our former activities and different body fluids. I locked Damian
with both arms down to my body, squeezed him a little and said
He was still
tense and awaiting, but as he rested on my body, he relaxed
noticeably at the embrace. He snuggled up to me as if seeking
protection. Shanish did not reply, just looked at him a little sadly. "And your embrace didn't help me either. When you had my balls tight in your hand, I gave up, in my thoughts. I already saw them being squashed and useless. Then suddenly you caressed me lovingly and tenderly and you were so nice to me.... I was totally confused!" Shanish reached
out a hand - which caused Damian to try to back away from this
possible aggressor. But because I didn't give him any room and
held him, Shanish was able to touch him and stroke his back
reassuringly. Unexpectedly
Damian struck my upper arm with his palm, making it clap. Laughing, I
pinched in one of his beautiful buttock halfs: Shanish curled up
into a ball like a fetus as he recalled his punishments: Shanish, still curled up, reached back, stroking his ass cheeks. Then he opened his legs, pulled his balls back so they were now on the back of his closed again thighs and caressed them. "As I'm
already allowed of asking you: Why was your Gogot already
dripping, when you got up and came to me? Did teacher's actions
excited you that much - or did you intended and imagined some
painful 'fun' with me?" I was glad to see
that the two had finally made peace and were no longer master and
slave. I was especially pleased that Damian even dared to talk to
Shanish about something intimate or kinky. And that both of them,
without paying attention to each other's actions, continued to
make obscene and intimate love to themselves. Shanish's face brightened, first grinning broadly and then laughing heartily. He made room between us, reached over Damian's back, and grabbed Damian's shoulder. Shanish rolled Damain off my body so that Damian was finally between us. The young body stretched out comfortably and relaxed, nestled between his friends and intimates. With no sign of
fear from Damian, Shanish's fist was allowed to close around
Damian's pole and he began to rub it tenderly. Damian laughed
spitefully first, then winced, thinking he was too naughty and
had gone too far. When nothing happened, he said "Was the band tied too tight after all?" I immediately asked worried. Damian continued:
But my balls ached. Every time the skin tightened because my wiener was wanted to get hard and upright. So I stopped manipulating me. And because I couldn't finish, I had hurting, "blue", balls." Shanish remarked:
"Uhmm ...
The idea that MY brother is THAT crazy, that horny, and jerking
on a public beach ... woah ... too much information. Shanish's eyes
flashed, "Make some stains, please!" The way Damian
had rolled between us, he was lying there with his legs tightly
closed. I slipped away a little and made more space on the
sheets. I grabbed one knee, spread his legs wide, and put one of
his legs over me. Shanish bent over
Damian and whispered close to his ear: Damian groaned,
stammering: As Shanish didn't
interrupt his action, Damian pressed Shanish's head deeper down
at his cock, trying to enter the experienced throat. To keep
control, Shanish had took Damian's bag in his hand and enclosed
tightly the jewels with his fingers. Luckily, Damian's
cock was smaller than mine and Shanish was able to delight him
with his mouth in its entirety soon. I knew from my own
experience how good Shanish's mouth work was on a cock. When Damian was
completely emptied and was licked dry, Shanish placed the used
penis gently on Damian's stomach. "But once
again ME had no relieve...", Although Damian
was still a bit in his bliss and not fully conscious, he pulled
his knees up, presented his back entrance, and said Now I was totally
lost and speechless. What did I do?
Also very
surprised and almost scared of the offer, Shanish's jerking off
movements froze and he stuttered: Damian, almost casually, just said: "Yeah. Come to me. Come IN me" Shanish still
couldn't believe the offer. He gave to consider: "DO IT!"
Damian nearly screamed by lust. Now there was no
stopping for Shanish. He grabbed the lube, crawled between the
still up held legs, until he was in front of the hole. Warily he
smeared Damian's pussy and penetrated with one finger. Astonished
at the ease, he said to me: Only at the third
finger Damian showed a short reaction, narrowing his eyes,
opening them again. He looked directly at Shanish and again
demanded: I kept in the
background and let them do it by themselfs. Only when Shanish
oiled his own, bent thickness, I calmly spoke up: By then the tip
of his exposed penis tip was already touching the entrance,
waiting to be pushed through the pinkish orifice. Slowly he sank
steadily and without much resistance into Damian. When the edge
of the glans disappeared in the ring, "Wait a
second," That's what Shanish did. He started slowly and penetrated carefully. As if he was afraid to hurt 'Petit'. In between Damian
looked at me, smiled happily and while squeezing my hand, he
threw me a kiss. Then he grabbed Shanish's butt again and
demanded a faster pace and harder thrusts from him. But Damian
pressed him back into his intestines: At this request, Shanish pulled out once again, shoving his cock back balls deep inside Damian. After two more small thrusts, a "Mon dieuuu" indicated his eruption. Shortly after, he collapsed on top of Damian, falling on top of him and twitched his pelvis with several moans. That's why the orgasm is called in French "le petite mort" - "The little death"? Tenderly I
stroked the back of my still cramping sweetheart, enjoyed his
happiness and satisfaction. With a "Wow.
You're a good fun" Right, he was still trapped inside Damian by the clenched sphincter. Damian was also
able to speak again: He tensed his
pelvic muscles and squeezed the semi-hard intruder out of his
ass. Shanish lifted
himself from my 'pupil' and rolled onto the bed sheet next to him
with a "oooff". Damian looked at me: "Now it's your turn!" he announced with a mischievous grin when he was set free. I started to move and wanted to mount him. But Damian pushed
me down with some force back into the lying position. He took the
lubricant and rubbed it onto my upright, enjoying treating him.
Then he lifted one leg over me to my other side, squatted with
his hole over my peak, aimed and drove me into him with a swift
rush. When his pussy
was down at my prong, and my prong up inside him, his balls on my
pubes bone, he suddenly wailed quietly I tensed and relaxed my erected one a bit inside him, to match it into the warm, still slippery cavern. When had Damian
climbed over me he had looked me firmly in the eyes and met my
gaze. Smiled while impaling himself. He gave me one last kiss, straightened up again and started using my rod. Again and again he drove it all the way in, then rubbed only the tip with his anus. Or he would cover me completely, stopping the piston movements and using his inner muscles to stimulate me. Sometimes all at the same time. I remained lying motionless and left him in command. At the beginning he supported himself with his straight arms pressed to my chest, concentrating to keep the fluid, unhindered motion of the piston. Closed eyes he concentrated to feel the smooth rubbing. When Damian was
sure to do it right and fluent, he took his arms from my chest.
Putting his palms at his thighs of his kneeling legs, he sped up,
glided at my proud up and down, and nailed himself unrestrained.
Although I was very excited, I could still manage to control myself. To give him enough pleasure and sensations, to reach his goal by himself. I forced myself to relax again and again. His up to now
dancing, half hard, noodle suddenly thickened and stiffened even
more. Damian shuddered and let out a high pitched scream, as his
orgasm wracked his young body and his sperm erupted from his
loaded balls. He discharged himself on my belly, one squirt shot up to my shoulder, the strings of sperm forming a line down to my navel by several spurts. Damian's chute
spasmed around my prong, as he still pistoned in and out on me.
The gripping sensations of his anus and the milking action of his
hole pushed me over the edge. It took quite some time for our breathing to return to normal. Once it had, I began to pull my softening penis from Damian's arse. As I finally pulled free from the bruised, puffy, wrinkled pucker, a mixture of juices and lube seeped out of his well fucked hole. Exhausted, Damian collapsed now. Carefully, tenderly, I let him slip onto the sheet. His limp, totally soft body spread flat on his back, next to Shanish. I sighed
contentedly, as I looked over at him. His chest heaving and
sinking, as if he gasped heavily for air. We three were silent
for several minutes, Damian casually running his fingers at his
thighs and inbetween, and smiled. "Uhm, Damian
- are you okay?" Damian moved to
face me and nodded his head. "I hope I didn't hurt you back there and, uh, I hope you don't regret what you just did, as rough and intense as it was at the end." Damian moved his
head forwards, pressing his lips against mine. Shanish moved and
snuggled up to one side of Damian, I to the other.
An aggressive
knocking at the door invaded our intimacy and common
satisfaction. "Do I
disturb .... oops. I guess I AM disturbing" "Sorry, we haven't had a shower yet." Shanish tried to apologize grinningly. "WE, we
haven't showered yet," Pavan echoed in a sarcastic voice
after discovering that Damian's and my cocks were also
shining. Giggling, Damian
remarked mischievously: "...ready
for anything..." Pavan mimicked Damian ironically. Considering
Damian's changes during the 'lessons' and the our activities of
the last few minutes, I laughed: "Oh, him, ... just another innocent daisy" Pavan commented disparagingly. "Enough talking!" Damian announced in a firm and strong but angry voice. "Exactly.
You also undressing now, Pavan" Shanish demanded "or
should we help you?" Completely
shocked by the sudden actions, Pavan let everything happen. "Come on, come to me," I finally asked him. At last Pavan
moved again, got out of his shoes and stepped out of his pants.
The previously so timid, uptight Damian grabbed the free hanging, growing, fraternal penis: "You'll feel even better soon..." Moaning, Pavan
half-heartedly protested: Damian grinned cheeky at Pavan: "You'll be surprised what else I'll touch soon ..." Still lying on
the bed, I grabbed again a penis that stretched out to me -
Pavan's. "Then I can continue where you left off, Damian" and I played with three fingers at Pavan's glans. But I did not have much time for that. Shortly after I started stimulate him, Pavan, Damian and Shanish fell to the bed. Although usually being a bottom himself, Shanish grabbed Pavan's buttock cheeks, caressed and kneaded them intensely. "Oh damn ... I was never that fast ready for everything" Pavan remarked. In addition, his
groin lines were now kissed by Damian's lips and licked by his
tongue. Damian turned,
got on his knees on the bed in front of Pavan, bent forward and
presented his ass, his hole twitching. "What...
what... is YOU doing.. moun fou { -> crazy man } ???"
"I'm
checking if I'm ready for you. Now finally do what you've
secretly wanted to do for a long time and what I've been waiting
for just as long", "I shall you... You want me to... ?" Pavan couldn't believe it. Shanish sighed
only I giggled: "And that in the most literal sense of the word!". Seriously I
continued, addressed to Pavan: Shanish added giggling: "...and no inhibitions or restraints!" "But... But
I can't... He is my beloved brother! mon frér.... I don't want
to hurt him! Damian said
almost angrily: Pavan had already
been pushed into position by Shanish's leading and pulling hand
and smeared up by me. When he had completely sunk in, Damian only sighed: "Finally!" and started to move his ass. Pavan
synchronized his pushes with Damian's pelvis and groaned, As I had
experienced earlier, Damian liked to enjoy not silently. He liked
to get noisy, now he sighed at each thrust. Shanish had laid
down to me and hugged me. We looked silently at the moving,
excited bodies, and Shanish played with his bowed member. "Come
on, do it me, too" he asked me. Without much foreplay I shoved into him and said: "Let's do it..." Damian turned his
head and smiled at us. Soon Pavan mumbled, while drilling into Damian, "I can not ..." I stopped my own motions and was worried that he was now in doubt because he would soon inseminate his own brother, and would stop fucking him. Shanish was also
surprised at the remark: My rod was going
again and before we could think any further, it came again: Very soon, as a deep moan, by Pavan: "...hold it back anymore ... aaaaah" Damian joint in: "Don't... hold ... Yessss ... meeeeee cuuums" With their hugging arms, interlocked hips, and knotted legs the two of them formed a tight knot. Only the heads stuck out, moves, kissed. I rushed to complete my work inside Shanish to be able to observe the two horny stallions further. Damian and Pavan
had forgotten everything around them in the bliss and were in
their own world of caressing, kissing and now cautious, gentle
thrusts. "I'm good, only that I was not done yet ..." Damian commented disappointed. Amazed and
disbelieving, Pavan felt at Damian's penis, still hard and
standing. "Stop lamenting, now it's your turn!", Damian lifted Pavan's legs and rubbed gel into the now accessible hole. No doubt, that he was probably rather rough with his demanding fingers, because Pavan jerked a few times and inhaled sharply.
"Ready?"
Damian asked and without waiting for an answer, he let his member
take the lead. Pavan howled
under the hard, fast stinging limb. Nevertheless, he pressed
Damian's pelvis against him and demanded all he had from him.
After three more hard, short and fast, injecting thrusts, Damian
collapsed on top of the punched body. The big brother placed
Damian's limp body comfortably at himself, the hard breathing and
panting head on his chest. "Why? Why
didn't you... Why you haven't... You could have..." When I saw this
physical and spiritual intimacy, when I was allowed to witness
the just performed, forbidden love between these two brothers, I
whispered to Shanish: Shanish admitted,
also whispering: Shanish and I felt sorry for the two who were not allowed to be together, who were not allowed to come together. Neither allowed by the parents, nor the law. We lovingly
touched Pavan and Damian wherever we could reach, during our
whispered conversation. We wanted them to feel safe and
comfortable - and to recognize: We brothers are here in an open
minded, liberal, accepting surrounding. To let them know
everything is fine - whatever they want and do. Damian was still crying hard, his body shaking and tense slightly as he sobbed up. Pavan stroked him
gently and tried to calm him down. When Pavan
continued speaking, he had a lump in his throat. "Ahbik, mwa
grand, fo frer!" { -> I love you, my big, strong brother!
}
( - FIN ? - )
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