Shanish Damian and Me Chapter 3

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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true story

by: <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.
His hard member was resting between my thighs under my sac, his left hand on my breast and stroking my wart tenderly.

"Darling, I want you, but not like always."
His voice close to my ear, his breath stroking my neck.
"Let it be me this time who penetrates and injects the juice."

I was amazed. He usually enjoyed it when I took him. It didn't matter how.
Fast, slow, hard, gentle - normally he wanted to feel my cock inside him.
"If it's your mood, your wish - I will love it, lover. Give me two minutes..." I replied with a raspy voice.

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!
It was not the tip of his tongue anymore. At some point he had taken a finger to help. That finger was already in me! His tongue and other fingers relaxed me further and opened me up for him.

Suddenly his voice was close to my ear again.
"May I?"

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.
Or was it because normally I was the top?

When he was all within me, I closed my legs over his back, pressed his body to mine and kissed him tenderly
"Thank you for visiting me - now fuck me properly!"

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.
Then he started a steady rhythm of long strokes. His pounding got faster and less caring. His tip brushing over my knob inside again and again. Through the previous stimulation of his tongue and the overwhelming feelings now I came soon, making a mess between our both bodies.

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.
"oh mon ami ... mwa djimun..." {-> "my friend/lover, my Master"}
His nearly stiff (except his thrusting hips) hot body above me started to shiver.

"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.
The arousing sensations on my sphincter and my prostate made me ejaculate again. Shanish sank on me and I held him tight, stroking him everywhere my arms could reach. My cock was completely soft again, his one was still twitching inside me.

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.
"OH dear... so much pleasure, so much feelings, so much ... émotion... I love you deeply"

"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.
Metal pipes banged against each other, suddenly a sound as if somebody was unloading scrap metal - and male voices, shouting orders.

"Merde. Tente arrive. mwa bhula!" {-> -> Shit. The tent is arriving today. I forgot it}
Shanish said, stood up completely, wrapped a pajero around his waist (with some difficulties due to his still half hard one) like a skirt and went out to the workers - bare chested.

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:
"joyeux moi voir?" {-> Happy to see me?}

Shanish laughed out loud "You've had your chance." and escaped the holding hand.
They discussed business things with the workers. I left the window and started to prepare a simple breakfast.

"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'.
In honor of her beloved brother, who recently returned to the island after working overseas for a long time. He had no the chance to visit the family and they were painfully separated for almost 20 years.
There will be only a few people. Mostly family. Maybe 80 person or so."

"Few people ... ooonly 80 !" I quote him sarcastically.
"You are forgetting me often in the last days. Must I teach you not to forget me, and punish you again?"
With the last words my hand went through the slit in the pajero and grabbed his still slightly swollen member.

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.
We dressed properly and went down the hill, passing Grandma at her veranda. We got into my "tin can", as I had named my small, rented car. Heading to the town, Shanish was fiddling with notes and checking the listed items again.
We visited a few shops, talked to service men and organized the delivery of extra chairs. The car was fully packed and I wondered if the allowable load was exceeded by all this rice bags and oil containers.
Happily I found a spot in an underground parking, so food was not exposed to the sun while we were busy in other shops.

"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.
The restaurant belonging to it was on the other side of the road and the poor waiters always had to cross the street to serve the guests. Shanish ordered four cold Indian teas with milk, cardamon and honey.
During the chitty chat Damian sat tense on the edge of the chair. He hardly said anything and if so, then only monosyllabic.
He seemed uncomfortable ... shy? introverted?

Well, I could understand his situation. "Strangers", specially "non Islanders", where not often visiting this area.
And now there was one of this strangers sitting at the same table, on the next chair, close to him and spoke with his brother and his friend like as it was nothing special.

Pavan brought up our beach trip and asked me:
"Shanish was a good boy after I left, and behaved?"

"Yeah, he was good - except today morning" (I pronounced it more like "moaning")

Shanish nearly dropped his tea glass and just said:
"Oh youuu ... Always spoiling all the secrets".

Damian looked a little uncomprehending and lost. Pavan gave him in creole a short version what had happened at the beach trip and closed:
"Shan was really not kind at us and needed to be punished".

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.
He probably guessed the hidden secrets.

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):
"And you enjoyed cleaning him?"

"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.
"I ...uhm ...err..." and looked at Pavan who only nodded, grining wide.

Who only nodded in agreement and grinned broadly. I swallowed and continued:
"Ehm... his crack, his butt and his hole".

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:
"After I finished with the sand at his backside, I cleaned his gogod thoroughly"

I purposely used the local, curse word for penis and Damian recognized it astonished.
"You said 'gogod' !?!"

"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:
"Oh, I think, I couldn't stand that treatment. Nude at the beach, touched everywhere, and all that in the public...
I think I would have (now very quiet:) ... squirted."

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:
"Hey... Relax. I kept cool, too. I had to. He always stopped rubbing me just before ..."

I laid my hand at his other knee and commented:
"That was his punishment. Being stimulated, but without relief at the end."

Worried he looked down at our hands, which were touching him nearly intimately. Incredulously he asked:
"Stimulating means wanking? No happy end? ouchie... makes balls pain!"
swallowed hard and continued asking:
"And... and... but you both are back to good?"

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.
Confused by our action, it took a moment for Damian to realize where Shanish' hand lay. Damain stiffened, and shocked by this finding, forgot his English.
"you... your .. ta main me touche... là !" {-> your hand is touching me...there}

Shanish squeezed a last time and took his hand away.
"What happened?" Shanish asked innocently around.

Facing Damian directly, Shanish reacted:
"Djue pas la innocent la {-> Don't play the innocent} You like being touched, don't?"

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.
"Well, you guys seem to be of a bit different kind", looked (happily ?) smiling at us and sipped his tea.
"My tea has become cold."

"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:
"Please be kind and careful with Damian. Petit_la {-> "the little one"} doesn't know much about life yet.
And nothing about sexuality. He is still completely innocent - in more than one way. At home his parents are religious and very traditional. For them Damian is still a small kid and is treated like that.
Pavan is a waiter in a hotel, sleeping there in a room for the staff and is not often at home for weeks. If he is at home at occasions then, the brothers can't talk openly. Especially not privately or about men things or gay stuff.
They have to be very calm and careful with their words and actions.
Damian is indeed also gay, but I'm sure he doesn't know it yet ... Who knows if he do it to himself, wanking I mean, - could be that he does not dare to do so, considering the circumstances he grew up. Big chances he's been told and thinks it's a 'NoNo' thing and baaad."

Rethinking Shanish's explanations and conclusions I said:
"We will see what happens, IF something happens. But WHEN something is coming up in a conversation, or a lewd situation happens, I promise to behave and to be not too lewd - if I will do something at all."

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.
Must I say: I had to do it also "island style"- Keep it simple.
No need for distribution boxes or multi plug sockets - just twining the blank wires and some tape. Enough - that's it. Fortunately meteo office not forecasted rain...

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).
Maybe this 'mass of female' is the reason both boys are gay?

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.
Instead I was talking to an uncle of Shanish and having a Phoenix (a local beer) when Damian came dancing into our direction. He was swaying his hips like a Hawaiian Hula girl. But he did really good. When he was directly in front of me, he slumped down at the floor and stole me my beer can:
"I'm soooo thirsty...".

The uncle looked at him surprised and upset, and lectured Damian:
"It's rude to take away a drink off a guest!"

"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:
"Oh we are friends now!? After we only met once? Good to know".

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.
"I got a little tired by dancing."

"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.
But it seemed, he wasn't interested to watch the dancers or looking at others. In the rhythm of the music, he moved his ass on my leg. Small moves, almost invisible, but definitely palpable.

--'What the f*ck? What is he doing? That is a well behaved, shy boy - but rubs his lower parts at my thigh???'--
shot thru my minds.

Recognizing his empty bottle, he said to me:
"Sit. I bring more beer"

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.
His open shirt showed a beginning "happy trail" that did not reach his navel. I had a nice view when he passed one of the yellow spotlights that illuminated this flat tummy and his chest with the two dark brown spots.

I was awaiting he will sit down at the next chair, but I was surprised by him.
He closed my knees and sat down in my lap.
--ooops?--

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:
"Um... you better sit still"

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:
"Well, the way you dance, the way you swing your butt, the open shirt showing everything of your nice upper body. And finally here with your moving butt in my lap... I confess: You have an effect on me."

"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:
"Especially not about what a man does with that thing down there, except peeing"

"But we need some extended time for that kind of talk." I said thoughtfully, my minds spinning.

"We do have !?!"
he said excited and looked to the dancers again, but sat still and leaned his upper body against me.
Together we watched the party in silence. Sometimes he pointed to people, told me who they were, or made a comment about them.

At some point the opportunity arose and I impulsively kissed him on the neck when he looked to the side.
At the touch he suddenly turned his head and kissed my lips. Very soft.

"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.
Now totally confused, I saw them coming towards me. Usually Shanish knew that dancing was not my cup of tea, but pretended to ask me to dance and said:
"Come on, let's dance. Let's dance down to the hallway."

When we were alone in the hallway, he spoke to me in a somehow earnest tone:
"Talk to him about EVERYthing. Tell him. Teach him. Play with him. Do whatever you want, whatever is needed, what you think it's best. You're a good teacher, I know it. You are able to explain and to answer all his questions.
Damian talked to me about what just happened and asked for my permission to be with you more - he wants to talk, to know, he wants to learn from YOU. But only if I agree"

In a no longer serious voice he giggled: "Give him the daddy-son-talk about the birds and the bees and the flowers"
"Wow wow. That means a lot, can be a lot. And maybe it means not only talking."

"Exactly. Talk about it, explain it to him. Show him."
With the next sentence he surprised and shocked me:
"Not just in theory - If necessary, practice with him, teach him whatever he asks.
Do everything with him and let him experiment with your body, if you allow this too!"

"Wait - wa what?" I was dumbfonded.
"But... I love you and up to now only WE did ... ehmm... things! I will feel like I am cheating on you if I do anything with him.."
I tried to beat it off.

"Just do it. Teach him well. And be with me again, for breakfast ... "
and danced away from me and left me alone with my thoughts.

I leaned against the wall and tried to sort and process what I just heard.
Still somehow in my thoughts I made my way back to the party tent.

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:
"You see! Pavan said: Pretty big for my age!"

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:
"Wow. Yes, that's a lot for a boy your age. I guess I'll have to help to handle it after all."

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.
While I was waiting for him to finish urinating, I noticed his member slowly getting more thick and harder in my hand.
As I always do myself after peeing, I pulled back his foreskin a few times, squeezed the last drop out of the tube and shook it off.

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.
Was he just surprised about my action, or shocked?

Doing some smalltalks to family members on the way, we came back to our chairs. After we sat, he started brave:
"Djimun... eh ...YOU..." he started in a normal voice, but lowered it:
"You, me, ... I want to talk to you about IT. About "man things" and sex and... you know... about gay things "
nearly not audible at the end.

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.
Shanish told me something about you and your home. He also gave me permission to have THIS conversation, which is what you want me to do. And now I know what he's allowing me to do."

He looked at me with eyes full of question marks:
"How now? To do - What? I asked him just for ...explanations"

"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:
"Here we go. Don't accept anything just because I say it.
Stop to see me as a stranger and have the courage to object if needed.
Ask as much as you want - no question is too stupid.
You accept that some questions will be not answered directly or at once.
Be open minded!
Your parents may have said: 'You can't... Don't do this... Don't do that ... It's a sin... It's dirty'.
Try to forget that. You will decide later for yourself what is "iiieeeks" and what is nice. What you like, what you prefer and what you don't.
Are you willing to agree to that rules and do you want to do that?"

Damian was deep in thoughts, his minds were spinning. After reasoning for a moment:
"Yes, gladly. I have so many questions. And if you answer them and help me, I will obediently follow what you'll tell me ..."

"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 wanted him to be sure and answer truthfully and not to say `yes' just to be nice.

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
"But I... I don't... I want ... I'd like to trust you... It sounds like a lot of new and unknown things - I don't know if I'm brave enough"

"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"
It must have made him to feel better and safe.

With big, bright eyes looking directly at me and a sure, firm voice, he replied:
"I will do so. It may be difficult for me to adapt, but I'll do my best and at least try".

After I looked at him, tried to 'read' him, I started:
"Ok. Lets start with the bees and the flowers..."
which earned me a friendly pat on the back.

"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
-'The poor boy..... he really has never jerked off before'-
but said:
"Let's just get started. When we four talked about our beach adventures in the cafe, your gogod got hard. And maybe you noticed earlier when you were sitting on my lap that my penis was getting hard too?"

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'-
I thought, but said:
"No. It's not. Not 'just happens'. You may have noticed that he also gets hard when you shower?"

"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.
I just hoped, she hasn't caught any of this talk....

Interrupting our conversation and unasked she claimed Damian for her own with all her gossip. Very impolite.
I just said to Damian, "We'll talk later!"
and left, now in a bad mood, to meet Shanish and other friends.

The party went into the deep night and later many guests slept in the house.
Almost every flat area of the floor in the house had a mattress with people on it - even under the huge kitchen table. Fortunately, Shanish and I had the luxury of our own room.

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....."
Than he kissed Damian on the lips: "Have fun studying" and wanted to leave.

Damian kept him back by one hand:
"Please stay ... I will feel better, pleeaase" he begged.

Understanding, my lover shook his head:
"No, Damian. This is something you better talk about just in pairs. Don't be frightened - trust him, as I did.",
caressed Damian's cheek lovingly and left the room.

There was this fearful look in Damian's eyes again when he looked at me. To lighten up his mood I asked cheerfully:
"Where in our talk did this crazy woman interrupted us so rudely?"

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."
Damian's volume decreased to a whisper while he said this.

"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."
and smiled reassuringly.

"Is it really that weird?"

"No. Different. Strange at the first time, but very, very nice."

Out of the blue he asked:
"Are you going to do all the things which I heard gays are doing? You know, like kissing me and playing with my tits and licking my stick and bum hole?"

I had to laugh, but told him in a serious tone instead:
"We will see. Let's start with those 'strange feelings' that were the reason you were afraid to go further?"

"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.
Arriving at his shoulder I pressed something and said:
"Lie down and relax".

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.
"Does it feel good?"

A nodding by him, his eyes following my hand. Moments later my side glance showed me that it must have been really good.
The front of his jeans were bulged out prominently.

"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."
Passing down his front side I squeezed my hand under his jeans rim and inside his shorts. I felt few soft hairs and grasped finally his penis. Such a soft skin - and a perfectly smooth surface. No bush above, no swellings, no big veins or else at the trunk. And straight up as a arrow.

At my touch he shivered visibly, got big eyes and pulled took a deep breath through his teeth.
"www ... Wow. That... that was a surprise. Felt like an electric shock! A nice shock to feel an other hand than mine THERE. That area of my body was off limits except for cleaning - until now."

I smiled knowingly and asked:
"Just to be on the safe side: You know you can always say STOP?"

"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:
"ooh... please no ... please don't - it is very often unpleasant or even painful when I touch myself down there"

"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.
His member twitched forcefully and I felt his balls creeping upward. My eyes where glued to his chocolate colored masterpiece of boy flesh. I took his cock and rubbed over it a little without moving the foreskin too much.

"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
"oh...ah...make... that feels weird...!"

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.
Steady moving up and down, sometimes rubbing at the glans and the frenulum. Soon the first clear drop escaped and crowned his glans like morning dew.

Damian's body had tensed a little earlier, but as he neared orgasm he started moaning
"Oh god, oh god" or a long "yeah" or "niiiice"

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.
"But...I feel... Stop... need to piss"

"shhh... nothing's wrong. Feel it and enjoy it"
I tried to calm him but kept my hand going. His pearl of precum had changed to a small, steady flow.

His upper body twitched some upward.
"D... Do... Don't.. do .."

He dropped his back onto the sheet and cramped his hands tight into it.
In a begging voice a "Nooooo...ho..ho".
Too late. He climaxed and shot his load.

Milky, powerful eruptions out of a boy's body who was teased, tensed, maximally excited and who got finally relieve.
Every spurt made his whole body contract and pressed the air out of his lungs.

-'His first, and consciously induced, orgasm'-
I thought, a little proud.

... and he shot and shot and shot... Then it slowed down.
Every time I assumed it was the last spurt, he spasmed again and gave out another amount.

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",
Damian inhaled deep.

"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.
Every fiber of his body sheer lust.
Naughty thoughts raced through my head and I fought with myself inside. The way he lay here, he presented and offered himself to me. As willing as he was, as horny as he was at the moment...
I could probably have done EVERYTHING with him and to him.

I wasn't allowed to. Not yet.
He was so young, so inexperienced - sooo innocent. And he was trusting me .... I didn't wanted to lose that.

Damian noticed my sad eyes and stroked his upper body with one hand.
"You not like me? You not like what you see?"

"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....
"what you want...." echoed in my ears again.

"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.
"He... he and... Pavan and him..."

"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"
he said almost defiantly like a little child.

"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.
Sitting comfortable on the bed we were hugging, when Shanish knocked at HIS room door.
"...or are you still busy" Shanish whispered and giggled his girlish laugh.

"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.
"Apparently someone had a pleasant and satisfying lesson..."

"Yes. And it is fun to teach, with such a willing student."
and smiled at the blushing Damian.

Shanish also looked at him again and asked him directly and straight out:
"Can you shoot now?"

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:
"Wow ... It hasn't been long since you couldn't do it and you were always afraid you'd have to pee."

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