Shanish, Damian and Me Chapter 4

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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true story

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Sweet as Sugar

The morning after the party Shanish only said: "Glad you are still here with me", and continued preparing the breakfast.

Sipping at my coffee I asked:
"Why shouldn't I be here? I always know how to behave. And besides, you asked me to be here for breakfast."

"Well. 'Behave...' Almost always" grinned and continued to process the food.

No further allusions, no questions going deeper.

Two days after the practical training with Damian, Shan and I laid on the beach once again .
After an extensive, mutual application of sun cream (handjobs included) Shanish asked completely unrelated, out of the blue:
"What happened between Damian and you in that particular night? "

"Nothing special. 'Juuust' is a normal handjob. But his first one ..."

"...by a stranger" , Shanish added.

"No, his very first wank and forced, voluntarily intended, conscious, cum", I opposed.

His curved grew back into his swim trunks.
"Wow, he's even more decent and innocent than I thought."

I continued his train of thought, "Damian was even an angel. He always stopped rubbing too soon because he was confused by
the feelings and sensations coming up. He could never explain the stains in his sheets in the morning to himself - and asking his parents was taboo."

"And that evening?" (now "little Shanish" was fully grown and hard behind the fabrics)

"I've shown him and made him feel what's happening after these 'weird feelings and sensations' have started. What comes next. He came for the first time consciously and willingly, and not 'accidentally' during wet dreams in the night."

Shanish commented just by "wow, wow, wow." and adjusted his goods.

"Well, now WE have a problem..." I said to him and paused.

After some time Shanish pushed: "Why do WE have a problem? I don't understand.."

"...he wants to know more and to experience more" I continued much quieter.

"Ouch!" was his only reply.

Helplessly, I asked my lover: "Exactly! I don't know what to do."

Shanish was thinking for a while. Meanwhile, he was going up and down with a finger on my cock, lost in thoughts:
"Do it. Talk about and explain what to do, even show it to him. Show him how beautiful and varied sex can be."

"O lala. That's a lot. And YOU agree, really? With everything? Whatever will happen?"

"Yes, I already told you. I agree with THAT also" winked at me and grabbed harder between my legs.

What should I think now? What should I do?
I got a "carte blanche" ... {-> Free Pass} ... was allowed to do what seemed necessary, as needed.

After a moment of thinking, I asked him:
"Do you have an idea when, how and where Damain and I can meet again?"

"Yes, I have an idea... there is something... let me arrange ... I'll need to talk to Pavan."

I interjected:
"By the way - keyword 'Pavan': Did you ever had a thing with him? Done stuff? Damian made such a hint. He never said anything detailed, but..."

"Pavan is my boyfriend since eternities - but only ...mentally. We never really did anything naughty together. Lets say a friend with benefits"

"But Damian told something else"

Shanish tried to talk his way out of it:
"No, really not. We were fooling around, experimenting... but nothing ever really happened. We never fucked the other.
You are and will be my first-ever!"
He took his mobile and placed a call at Pavan.

I couldn't understand anything, as quickly and briefly as he spoke.

Suddenly Shanish ended the call and said to me:
"You'll meet Damian tomorrow. The women aren't at home; and I've been wanting to shop with Pavan this week anyway."

It's always that easy on the island...

At the appointed time, Shanish and I sat outside in just loose boxers, drinking a fresh mango juice and waiting for the brothers to arrive by bus.

To greet him, Pavan stroked Shanish playfully over his naked chest and kissed him on the cheeks, Damian (already blushing by this small gesture) just waived at us. They sat down and after we had a drink and smalltalk, Shanish and Pavan went shopping.

After they had left Damian asked astonished:
"Do they always do that?"

"What?", I asked back.

"...touching each other, so private and intimate. Outside the house. Or in publicity - like in the cafe we've been"
he continued.

"Yes, sometimes they do. It's a nice gesture, or isn't it? A sign for being good friends. Or... uhm... ",
I began to stutter and involuntarily covered my chests with both hands.

Damian noticed my movement.
"Don't you like being touched there?" he asked me, looking into my eyes.

"I... Depends how... Yes, very..." I said dreamingly.

He came behind my chair grabbed around and used both hands to caress my chest.

"Ooh, please, don't do that" I sighed, knowing the effect it has on me.

Damian laughed up. "Why not? Has it the same effect for you as it does for me?"

Instead of an answer I took his hand and pressed it into my crotch.

"He already big!" Damian said in astonishment.

I did not refer to his statement and said: "We should better go inside. Out of everybody's view"
and led him to Shanish's room.

Arrived inside, I reached into Damian's lap and felt his cock:
"Well, he's pretty relaxed. Compared to mine."

He stuttered: "Y...Y...Yes, now! But no...no...not the past few days. What you showed me... I tried it by myself ...often. I didn't stop, like earlier. And it was always an orgasmatic in the end"

He had forgotten that word again.
"An orgasm you mean" , I helped him.

"Yes, and the other word? eja... ecalation?"

"Ejaculation it is, when you squirt off your juice" and tousled his hair.

Thoughtfully he stroked my naked upper body again.
"Why is that nice for ME, when I touch YOU?"

"Because now you know how nice it feels for you when someone does it to you."

He had already taken off his shirt on the terrace and was now taking care of his jeans. An old and rather shabby pair of underpants came into view. But only for a short time - and it was gone, too.
He stood there in all his glory in middle of the room and turned slowly. Not so loud, as if speaking to himself, he said:

"Do I look really good? Isn't my body attractive? Pavan always says 'Petit la' {-> small one } to me.
And now - I can't interpret your eyes.
Like you me look at... don't like you... You don't like what you see."
he concluded louder.

Not waiting for an answer he stretched is body, spread his arms, still slowly turning.
That gave me a full display of his body. He revealed every square inch of his milk coffee brown skin at me.
He exhibited every muscle, every hair - or better: every not existing hair.
His handball sized butt, his smooth back, his slender legs.
His very even, upper body without visibly defined muscles nor bones.

With these beautiful, darker, large areolas and the distinct, protruding nubs in the middle.
The slender, nearly geometrical formed legs - but slightly defined and muscly thighs, hinting at his swim training.
The skin at the knees and tibias undamaged by football in the past.

And there was this barely visible V on his belly, pointing down to his still growing, equal coloured, uncircumcised penis infront of the hairless, loose hanging skin bag without folds under.
His Penis stood out 14 cm, with all his pulsating thickness of 5 cm, raising up and down in time with his heartbeat.
The very tip of his glans with the slit, exposed because the foreskin had retracted some by the blood filled, extended shaft. (5.5" long, 2" thick)

"Petit, you look great. Your flawless body is what other boys your age dream of. There is absolutely nothing you should be ashamed, or what should be hidden ever. Your appearance is candy for every men's eyes."
I assured him with a rough voice, swallowing hard.

Necessary, explanatory side-note:
Days later he told me his whirling thoughts which shot through his minds during this moment. About that
endless seconds in which he degraded himself, exposed himself and transformed himself into an object himself.
When he offered his perfect, untouched body and his pure, innocent soul.

_Damian's thoughts:
What am I doing here?
Why am I doing this?
Why do I voluntarily place myself completely naked in a strangers room?
But it seems important to me that I show him everything of myself.
I will give him a long, good overview of what he will have available.
Because I want to learn.
I will learn by a stranger who apparently likes me and wants to help me.

So I walked into this room, my future teacher inside, stand in front of him,
undo my belt and take off my pants.
I stand naked in front of him and offer everything of myself.
I am thrilled and excited with every fibre of my body
and my cock sticks out because it's as hard as possible.
and my nipples hurt by excitement
and my balls are heavy like stones, dangling low under my cock.

I know I did it right because he just looks at me
I know he's judging and evaluating, but smiles.
It's obvious that he likes what he's looking at.
I feel kind of happy because he doesn't just like me but wants me.
He likes what I will hand over to him
I know he absorbs all my meat with his eyes, right? Good.

He loves to penetrate me with his eyes, invading my soul, intruding my body,
to reveal new emotions and sensations to me.
And you know what?
It feels fabulous.
I want it just like this way.
I want to be his object and toy
I want to be used by him
I want, I must and will obey him
I trust him - unconditionally._

He stopped turning, but held his exposing position. His open, clear eyes looked directly at me with a sad, awaiting, and servile expression. After a moment he lowered his gaze down at the floor between us.

Seeing him standing there, so vulnerable and offering, I was close to tears.
Overwhelmed by this emotional situation.

I walked up to him, grabbed both buttocks and pulled him towards me into a heartily hug.
Pressing his hips to mine I asked:
"Do you feel how damn good you're looking? Do you feel how desirable you are? Stop making yourself worse than you are."

Damian snuggled my upper body for a while and than pressed himself to me in such a way that I felt his hard boner on my thigh.
"Does it tell YOU enough? How ready I am, and eager to learn?"

Still holding his buttocks, I pushed him gently backwards to the bed and he let himself slide on it.
Laying flat at his back, the bent knees at the edge of the bed, the feet still on the floor. Then he put one foot on the mattress and a little to the side, so that his pouch had room and could hang loosely, presenting his precious goods well.
After a moment of exhibiting himself, he lifted his upper body, reached into my direction, dragged me closer and grabbed the top of my shorts.
"Come on, please get undressed too".

He pulled the elastic waistband outwards and lowered the pants gently down over my stiffy until I could get out.
When I was also completely naked, he stroked cautiously my thighs and the sides of my pelvis.
No, not the butt nor the groins. Just the sides.

Mean as I am sometimes, I moved a quarter turn while he caressed me. Suddenly one of his hand was on my buttock, the other on my stiff limb. Frightened, his hands flinched back.
"sorry...pardon, Sir. I wasn't planning on...I didn't wanted...pardon djimun"

Again timorousness.

To soothe him, I laid next to him, took his hands and put them both right on my hard manhood.
"No need to be frightened - No need to be sorry. You may touch it. IF you want... - but you should do it! Touch me.
Feel how an other than your own body feels, and maybe it reacts to your touches!"

"I've never ... but I don't even know ... this is so strange ... so new. There has never been another body that I was so close to.
It is sinful ... I have never been able to look at another man that naked and that closely. Except for the rare showers with my brother Pavan. But that was only for showering. We never touched the other."

"Aha. - More info for me. Now take all your courage and do it. Touch me. Feel me. Do whatever you want. I promise to tell you right away if you do something wrong or cause me pain"

Taking a deep breath he began to touch me, to feel me. First he explored my body with one finger, tracing gently over the skin. Encouraged, he used all of his hand then. Very carefully he groped his way. Very cautiously - like a breeze of wind.
"I'm not going to break. You can touch a little harder." I encouraged him.

Nodding silently he did so, but stayed on my torso above the navel. Hesitating, almost scared. He stroked down from my shoulders to my breast and brushed with his thumb over my nipples. He also tested, researched and treated my tummy, but was never brave enough to go below the belt line.

That's why I pushed his hand some lower after a while and said:
"For your partner it's also exciting when you take care of the legs".

It wasn't easy for me to lie still, to be a passive object of studying.
It wasn't easy to feel his soft, caressing hands brushing over my buttons of lust, but never really pressing at them. Still, I let him know what was nice for me through deep breaths or slight moans.

When he finally dared to stroke the inner side of my thighs, I spread my legs further apart.
Nearly my whole body has now been 'explored' and he touched me nearly everywhere, except THERE.
One of his hands was just moving up my leg, when I bent the knee, and his hand landed on my member.
"Petting there is specially beautiful" I told him and smirked.

"But I'm really unsure what and how to do ... "

"Just do, do something. Mine is not much different than yours. Do it like you do it when you wash your cock and make the feelings come. You will learn how to do it to others"

He really just "wiped" over my penis, not properly touching it.

"Do it right. Remember how I did it to you and how you make it to yourself," I motivated him.

Curious, examining, he took my cock with his whole hand, squeezed it and pulled back the foreskin. The bare glans gave me pleasure, which I indicated by a moan.
"Still right?" he asked almost worried.

As I didn't protest he finally rubbed my cock with firm grip and jerked me really well, just as I like it.
Feeling the rising juice in me, I smilingly said to him, referring to his earlier statement:
"I get this weird feelings..."

He grabbed a little harder and continued faster. Then it was my time. My milk spilled and he pumped two, three more times, relaxed the grip and then let me go. To early, in my opinion. I placed his hand back at my cock again, wanked some more and stopped,
indicating Damian to just hold him.

Damian rested on his side, his head supported with one arm. My softening one in the other hand, watching me in my return.

I praised him: "That was good. You did your homework well and learned a lot"

He was visibly proud and asked "Do you think so? Was it really good for you?"

"Yeah, sure. You stopped a bit early but it was nice for me. Otherwise I probably would not have ejaculated like that."
(emphasizing "ejaculated")

Damian beamed "So I'm glad. It was strange for me to touch an other one THERE - and then I even made you orgasm... wow."
I registered that he finally said the word almost right.

Looking firmly at Damian, I decided on the next step: I wiped some sperm off my belly with one finger and licked my finger clean.

Wide eyed observing my action, he erupted:
"Licking THAT .... That's just iiiieeehhh!"

Without another word, I scooped up some more and smeared some of my sperm on his lips.
When he made the mistake and tried to protest, I pushed the smeary finger past the lips, into his mouth.
"And it really tastes like iieehh?"

Still wide eyed, but now astonished, he said:
"No, not - of course strange, slightly salty and sweety at the same time - but definitely not iieeh," and laughed.

"You see. You learned again something."

Wiped more of my sperm and gave it to him. This time he opened voluntarily his mouth, licked my finger like a lollipop and looked at me firmly.

"I could get used to that" he remarked smilingly.

That much about the topic: What is ieeks - and what is nice ...

Like a teacher I said strictly to him:
"Well, now it's your turn. Now you have to learn again"

And like by every student, a reluctant "Must I?" came.

Again like a teacher, a strict "Yes!" from me.

He did resignedly and sighed: "I can hardly wait...." and grinned wide at me.

My request to lie on his stomach earned me a questioning, almost disapproving look.
"But I like it when you are kind to my frontside,"
yet he turned obediently.

I started by stroking slowly, extensively his shoulder and his back. Finally his buttocks and the back of his thighs. His goose bumps showed me his pleasure.
"Another learning goal reached: It's nice to be stroked at the back, too"

"oohuuhiii" it came out of the cushions sighing.

I guess he didn't realized: Meanwhile I had also kissed a bum cheek of him.
"Come on, now you can turn around again." I asked him.

He rolled around, dropped an arm around my neck and pulled me closer:
"You are so careful and tender. I'm not worried anymore what will come and what you will do to me".

I started caressing his body with my mouth. Kissed him, played with my tongue in his armpits, licked the side of his chest and 'treated' finally his nipples, sucked them, licked, nibbled and bite them.
Pinching them slightly between my fingers made him cramping:
"Mondieu, that goes right through, down into my cock."

My mouth moved on, deeper. Played his belly button with my tongue, followed the not existing happy trail, kissed along his groins of his spread legs. He was already tensing and heavy breathing by his new sensations.

But when I put the tip of his penis in my lips he stuttered in shock:
"oooh... yuck ... no.... you dare... that's not....."

"FEEL it! What is it? ... is that iiieee or does it feel nice?" I asked, interrupting the action.

I pinned his body down with my arms and closed my lips around his glans. As I put his whole pecker on my tongue he let out:
"aaah - that's great. So warm, so pleasant"

I took his cock out of my mouth:
"Well, now you see! You have to experience unknown things yourself and only then can you judge them."

I stroked his body with my hands again, grabbed his pelvis and pulled him to the edge of the bed.
When I picked up his drooped legs and put his knees near to his shoulder, he let it willingly happen. I took his cock back into my mouth and continued sucking him.
My mouth released the pulsating trunk and dropped it on his belly so that I could lick along the underside. When I was near his sack with my nose, there was no unpleasant smell as feared.
Although Damian was so inexperienced and innocent, he was very clean - even there.
His body was totally tensed and he clung to my arms as I put his scrotum including his balls in my mouth. I sucked him in and rolled his bulging, filled balls on my tongue.

"Your'r .... driving me... foouuu" {-> crazy } he stammered.

I licked everywhere and roamed down to the perineum, caressing it crisscross, up and down. For a time I flicked my tongue around his hole, rimmed him, probed him with the tip of my tongue.
Then slurping again upwards, one of my finger left behind at the anus and massaged it carefully. Slowly, licking, teasing, his gogod was engulfed again by my mouth.
It didn't take much for a successful blowjob, just some up and downs with my lips. A real sucking or tongue play was not necessary anymore.

Voicy as he was, he stammered
"no.. no.. now it's ... now it's tooo muu.. huuuh ...huuh ...arrrg"

I drank the first squirts and then literally sucked his tube dry. With his seed on my tongue I kissed him.

"That was mine?" he asked in amazement after we broke the kiss.

"But that's was sooo 'iiieeeh' " I joked.

"No, not at all. Almost like yours, only not as salty."

We cuddled and I caressed him, to relax and cooling him down. After some comforting time I asked him, stroking his tummy:
"So, how did that licking down there felt for you? Or at your ass, close to your hole? That was only unusual or was it really unpleasant for you?"

"Those were all new, great feelings. Yes, at first it was 'pas comfortab' {-> unpleasant }, I was scared at first and I was a little disgusted about being licked THERE. But I wanted to trust you and forced me to just feel what it does to me. It changed to something sensational. It was almost enough for an orgasm!"

Like clueless I asked him: "What do you mean? What did you like especially?"

"Your caresses and kisses. What you did ...down there. Everything, everywhere"

"And you didn't feel uncomfortable sensing my mouth at your wood?"

"After you swallowed my whole gogod without hesitation - No, not anymore. It was just another experience. A nice new one. At my base, my testicles skin, behind that and finally at my... my... hole..." he said dreamily.

Meanwhile I was again working at his body with my stroking hands.
"You see? If I had ever told you only by words, you would have gone ballistic and would have called me 'fou la' {-> crazy one }. But now that you have felt it, have experienced it, it's another thing, isn't it?"

"Totally. I would have never expected that it could be sooo nice"

Smiling I added, "And you've learned to talk about it. To talk without hesitation or inhibitions, and correctly named the things and parts. You're a good student."

Enraged, he sat up, pressed me flat on the bed and protested, fast and angrily:
"mwa burtala! I'm not good pupil. I have to learn ...will learn ...learn more"
Now he sat on my hips, our limp birds touching and his hands stroking at my chest.

"Practice will teach you. You just need someone. Someone who is willing to go slow at and with you, someone who follows YOUR pace"

"Slow like you do, Djimun {-> Mister }."
kissing and nibbling my nipples.
"I like your teaching style, even when you force me to eat ejaculation."
He laughed, rolling back onto the bed.

I was up and above him in a flash. Playfully I tickled his sides.
"See, that's it. That's the point. Just fun, joy and happiness. Sex and pleasure should be neither serious nor mechanically.
And never disgusting or repulsive."

Stopping and getting serious I continued:
"There is still a lot to learn for you. I hope, you will find someone who will love you and is patient enough to teach you"

"I have you!"

"But we don't have time any more now. They will come back soon."

"Let's arrange something to continue the 'lessons'. Soon. Tomorrow!"

"We will see. Maybe Shanish has an idea again"

I was laying comfortably propped up at the headboard of the bed while Damian was in my arm. He shifted and laid his head relaxed on my breast. Funny thing: My nipple was IN his ear cup.

Following his hand with his eyes he caressed only my tummy in small moves, gently stroking it.
"uuhm...Sorry I moved by my myself. Is it ok for you when I lay like this?"

I countered smilingly: "Yes. And you may continue your biology tuition at my body with your hands".

Encouraged, he roamed more and touched also other parts of me. Lifting his head a bit he moved lower and placed his head on my tummy, his hands still wandering. After a moment he noted:
"Your thing looks really like mine. It's just brighter."

Casually he lifted my my penis, turned it around its central axis, looked at it from every angle. Finally he uncovered the tip, pulled back the foreskin until the glans rim was completely free, and continued the inspection.

"Don't hesitate - look close as you like" I reassured him.

He moved even closer to him.
"I... I've seen all I wanted. He... he is... He looks nice. It's nice to study his own body parts at an other one" and giggled.
"But... May... What you've done to me... You think I can do it too?"

-'hu? What does he mean? What will he do?'- my thoughts rushed.
"I don't know what you exactly mean. Do whatever you want, just don't hurt him or me, please"

He moved his head, uncertainly, closer to my gems. What then happened I could only feel, not see because his head blocked the view. Something warm, soft touched my outstanding tip. Perhaps he had ...?

The warm, soft something slid deeper on my shaft and soon my whole penis was in his mouth, held by two fingers at the root.
I warned: "Be careful with your teeth. Don't try to bite him!"

He just grunted "uuhhmmm" and pulled him out a little.

-'His courage has left him. Already over.'- I thought, but then I felt his tongue.
Of course my pole started to grow more.

He took it out of his mouth but kept holding it and remarked objectively:
"It has almost no taste. Just somehow a bit ...salty"

My hard one was put in his mouth again and the lips moved up and down on him.
Not bad...

His tongue also became active and started caressing my penis glans. Damian kept sucking mine sperm donor.
Faster and faster. A little too brave and too deep at some point.
He started choking and almost spat him out.

"Slow, brownie. You still have to learn!"

But then he was over me again. After a while I warned him
"I'll be right there. If you want, take him out and continue with your hand"

Instead, he sucked harder. I held his head tight, pulled my injector back and poured myself onto his tongue, being treated until my donator was empty. Finally we both sank exhausted down on the bed.

"Wow! You are learning fast! Well done, Damian!"
I said, drawing him into a strong hug. He smiled proudly and happily responded to my kiss. We snuggled up together and enjoyed our afterwards in silence.

Almost asleep we heard Pavan and Shanish coming up the slope.
"We are baaaaack" Shanish shouted in his girlish voice.
"Stop, no matter what you are doing, and come to the kitchen. We brought ice cream with us!"

Damian just put on his loose sport shorts and left the shirt on the bed. I got my t-shirt and shorts, making sure that everything was neat, so it didn't reveal too much of the previous actions. One step behind Shanish we entered the large kitchen where Pavan and Shanish started to distribute the ice cream portions on plates.

Pavan gave us only a short look. "Hi"

Shanish, instead, looked at me questioningly, then looked at Damian. I only formed a "later" with my lips, but showed him thumbs up. Nodding, my lover signaled his understanding and smiled.
As I rhythmically bulged my cheek with my tongue, Shanish's eyes widened. He pointed first to me, then to Damian.
When I showed between Damian and me back and forth, Shanish's eyes got even bigger and first he formed a silent "wow!" with his lips and then audibly said:
"THAT I haven't expected!"

Damian hadn't noticed any of this. Very surprising to him, Shanish went over and took him tenderly in his arms.

"What happened? What gives me the honor?" Damian wondered.

"Oh, nothing. But you look so happy. So I'm happy for you."

"I am just happy. VERY happy. Thanks for letting me study with him"
and kissed Shanish fully on the lips. It was not only a friendly, quick kiss.

Pavan interfered: "I will sit outside - you can go on making out".

Sitting on the terrace, eating ice cream, we talked about general things. Some ice melted from the Shanish's spoon and dripped onto his bare chest between his breasts. Damian was up in a flash, handed me quickly his own plate and said to Shanish: "Wait. Let me clean you, please"

Carefully, only with the tip of his tongue, Damian licked the ice from my lover's chest. But he licked longer than necessary and steered his tongue to places, where no ice had dropped to - the small nipples of Shanish.
Shanish moaned, "Oh damn, you learned fast and good. You better stop now..."

Instead, Damian continued and took care of a nipple by licking and sucking it.
"That I've learned, too. I also like continue. At your ...",
grabbed quickly between Shanish's legs and closed his hand.

THAT cock - MY LOVERs tail - That had been reserved for me. Until now.

Damian returned to his chair and sat down again.

Shanish looked at me speechless and finally at Damian:
"Who are you? What happened to you? I don't recognize you anymore... Where is the shy boy, who didn't dare to speak?
Where is the coy one, who always hid his body?. One has done a remarkable job".

Not really paying attention what was happening, Pavan just mumbled:
"Do I have to be careful now, when I'm alone with him at home?"
and slurped his ice cream.

Someone brought up the question what we want to do the next few days.

Damian instantly blew up:
"Shanish, I must learn more. May I see 'twa coeur' {-> your heart/lover } and my teacher again tomorrow?"

" 'See' again" echoed Shanish back.

"I guess, you want more than just 'to see' "

We laughed. Except Damian - he switched from golden brown to skin type 'Tomato'.

Pavan rescued his 'little' brother:
"Shanish, could you drive with me to the hospital tomorrow? I need new medications from the pharmacy and I don't want to wait alone. Often it takes hours."

So that was solved. We would have the house to ourselves again. For hours. Accordingly Damian beamed at me. When he saw my neutral face, he said (as if intimidated) in a whisper:
"Just... Only... When... If I may and YOU still want?"

Playfully dismissive, I answered:
"You have to ask Shanish if he can live without me tomorrow and if I'm allowed continue to teach you!" (emphasising 'teach')

When Damian bent over to Shanish and was going to ask him, Shanish grabbed him suddenly. He pulled him forcefully over so Damian fell into his lap. Shanish hugged him tightly and slowly caressed Damian's naked upper body.
Shanish said softly:
"Silly you - of course YOU may!" which resulted in a long, intense kiss.

Acting as the 'angry one' I protested:
"Hey, stop the intimacy and the kissing! I don't want used and worn lips ... neither of you."

The effect was a burst of laughter. Did Shanish looked somehow sad at Damian?

After they separated, I asked Damian to follow me into the house. Inside I made sure:
"You really want to continue learning tomorrow?"

"YESSS, please".

"On one condition from me."

As much as he trusted me, he got an anxious look.
"...and ...and that would be?"

"Follow me" I lead him into Shanish's room. "Get your shorts down, now!"

He dropped the shorts before I ended. Maybe he was expecting something 'nice' will happen.
I sat down on a chair and positioned him in front of me.

"Come here and stand with your legs spread wide apart !"

He obeyed and did as told.

"Even further apart!" I commanded.

"Then I'll fall!" but he tried so.

Luckily Damian's naked feet soles had enough grip at the tiled floor and he could keep a stable position. His tail and balls hung freely in the air - as I hoped and planned.
I suppressed my hornyness and the desire to make lewd use of his loose hanging goods again. Instead I took his foreskin with two fingers and lifted his piece of meat up to his belly.
His very stretched member almost reached the navel.
"Here, hold it tight, buddy. Don't pull him further up - just hold it like that, no rubbing, no fondling, nothing!"

Luckily he didn't realize: Now only his bag and his marbles inside were hanging free accessible and vulnerable in the air.
I grabbed them where they joined the cock base, closed two fingers tautly around the skin folds, like a ring. His bag and the balls inside were held away of his body.

"This is going to be no fun for you. You will may feel some unpleasant or uncomfortable. I may even give you some light pain, but no worry, it will be better soon."
Earlier, when I was wrapping my fingers around his balls, he took a deep breath already. Now he made a "oooff" and looked me in the eyes, seeking for support.

"You trust me, you said?"

He nodded silently.

"You trust me totally, I hope", I said in a mean sounding voice, totally to earlier and closed my second hand firmly around his marbles.

Damian nodded fast and looked fearful down at his body. Frightened he stuttered:
"I... I... tru... Now I HAVE to trust you."

"Good. Because you will learn now: To obey me."

"B... b... but I already do. "

I squeezed his testicles a bit harder:
"No. Not yet. Not as much as I as your master deserve - not yet."

His legs quivered and a painful moan escaped him when I took the pressure and my hand away from his tests.
Still trapped by the ring shaped fingers, I ordered Damian:
"You shall not have any fun, down there, until tomorrow."

His (now still) small private parts probably wouldn't fit into the cat collar I had bought Shanish.
To properly and restrictively tie Shanish's manhood and marbles off, the strap was almost too short, but with Damian,
I'd probably be able to wrap it around three times and the noodle could still slip out.
So with my free hand, I took one of Shanish's friendship bracelets from the night stand (made of soft, slightly thicker, pink-dyed cotton threads), wrapped it twice around his pouch, and began tightening it around the skin of the bag.
Obediently, Damian kept still holding his cock upwards.
But all that enticing touching made his cock stiffen up.
"That's is not good at all..." I remarked, when I recognized.

"What? Why?" he asked in a frightened voice.

"You'll notice soon..." and I tightened the ribbon.

He inhaled sharply: "Ouchaaa."

To finish it, I made a double knot and a decorative loop and looked at my work. His previously loose sack skin was now tight to the testicles, emphasizing the sperm makers clearly and made them protrude. The ribbon was not too tight and the blood circulation would be still ok.
His beans shouldn't decay - he should only suffer.
A bit.

Carefully stroking the tense skin of the package, I allowed him to let go of his peen. It had become soft again by the mishandling and sudden pain close by. Now his noodle was lying on top off the packet with his balls inside.

Wide eyed, disbelieving, my 'student' looked down at his body to his packed goods
"Wha... What have you done?"

Wordlessly I took his hand and dragged him over to the large mirror and forced his legs wide apart again. He looked at his maltreated, bound genitals and carefully felt with his fingers.
"Please remove it." he whined.
"My poor tests are now so protruding and exposed to every littlest touch! And they are sooo sensitive to any contacts."
he kept begging.

"No !" I shook my head.
"That's lesson one: To get used to the feeling of touches, there. Second lesson and homework today: You will get very horny - but: No wanking. Obey now!"
I lifted up his penis and traced the globes with a finger.

When his legs trembled, I said:
"Get completely dressed again and come to the terrace after" and left him alone.

"What have you done?" Pavan asked and Shanish remarked questioningly: "That was a quick one," as I stepped outside.

We dropped the topic and talked about everyday things and drank some juice. After some time Shanish couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked me again:
"What had you two been up to? You came back fast, Damian is still inside. Does he need to recover?"

"You better ask Damian when he's back. Or even better: - wait..."
I called loud, demanding : "Damian come out - show up here and NOW!"

Right away he came to the terrace with a slightly wide-legged walk and intended to sit down.
Shanish stopped him:
"Wait - why are you walking that funny? Did he wanked you again and didn't let you cum? You have blue balls now?"

Damian shook his head, drooping it and said sadly:
"No, unfortunately he didn't. I would have enjoyed to stand it. But... but he did something else... He...he.."

"What is it? Say it. Approchez, dika mwa! {-> Come here, tell me } I want to know!" Shanish said in an commanding voice.

I added, also not in a friendly tone:
"If you hesitate to say the words for the affected parts - you have to show him!"

Contemplating his possibilities, he stood uncertain. Finally obeying, Damian walked over to Shanish slowly and opened his jeans, his back to Pavan.

"Don't be shy like a teen girl! Show already"
Shanish huffed, grabbed the waistband of the trousers and pulled them down to the knees, quickly and mercilessly - exposing the victim's private body parts, back and front.

"OUCH - mon dieu - be careful!"
Damian whined up, when the cloth passed and pressed at his package.
Now he stood naked in front of us, with his exposed genitals in our view. If Pavan would have turned, he would have had a nice view of his brothers bum. Damian kept his eyes to the ground and pointed embarrassed to his tied balls.

Shanish lifted the limp penis in front of him to the side and looked at my work. At me directed, he asked:
"Nice work. I've never recognized his balls are that big already. You're sure it isn't too tight? We don't want to have an eunuch".

Was it Shanish's finger that checked the tightness between the band and the sack skin? Was Damian really scared?

Damian got big eyes again and whined:
* 'la castrat'! The holy men without nuts! THAT could happen? They fall off? Then I can not splash any more and have no more fun ... " he whimpered on.

Shanish did not respond to this outcry of complaint and looked at Damian. Still holding the small penis to the side, he took the package on his other palm. As he slowly closed his fingers, Damian wailed
"No... not... careful... Please... no farther... not tightaaaa..."
he sobbed, as everything was enclosed.

Merciless, Shanish began to play with the marbles between his fingers softly.

"uurg ... oh ... umpf" were the only sounds from Damian.
Then: "Ohnono, not good, I'm getting hard"

Yes. When Shanish released all parts, Damian's cock kept himself away from the bound eggs, and stood like a horizontal bar over them, stretching the packed balls even more forward.
Shanish looked away from his toy, gave me a quick questioning and devilish look.
Then he continued to look into Damian's eyes as his fingers closed around the glans in front of him.
Oh so slowly Shanish pulled the foreskin back - mercilessly.

Damian's eyes first turned into slits. Then he pinched them completely shut, because of the emerging discomfort from the tension in the skin of his sack from the straightening pole. Soon he couldn't stand excitement of the developing boner any more and almost screamed:
"LET LOOSE !"
and freed himself and his appendage violently from Shanish's torturing fingers with a sudden move and a loud "AAAH!"

Now Pavan was paying attention to the rumour and spoke up:
"What's going on here? What's this noise and shouting?"

Shanish just pulled hard at Damian's cock, so Damian had to follow and turn around.
When Pavan saw Damian's decorated lower frontside, he got off his chair and kneed in front to have a closer look.
Grinning broadly, he stood up again and took the tied bag in his hand:
"Finally everything under control! You're definitely not going to do anything silly, down there"
stroked the package with his thumb and then released all.
"Come on, we have to go home"

Damian was sobbing
"mondieu ... Your touchings where supposed to feel good and nice - but EVERY touching me there hurts now".
Carefully he first pressed his packed eggs closer to his body, pulled the jeans higher, stowed away his hard cock at last and closed slowly the zipper.
Reluctantly, he followed Pavan down to the bus stop. Imagining the upcoming rough bus ride in the bumpy roads, I felt somehow sorry for my 'student'.

When Shanish and I were alone again, nude, downstairs in the room, we both snuggled on the bed.
With his caressing hands on my chest, I felt like I had to ask him again:
"Darling - you realize what you agreed to? What you allowed me to do?"

Smiling, Shanish started:
"I can only imagine and suspect. I don't know anything for sure. But no matter what is needed or what it will be in the future -
do it! It will be ok for me and I see the necessity.
I rather waive once, than Damian will suffer at some point, because of his ignorance. Maybe he gets hurt; because he doesn't know what will happen next with him. Or isn't prepared.
I like 'Petit la' {-> the small one } too much. Even if I have fun being mean at him or playing kinky stuff with him. He shall not suffer, just because he's innocent and hasn't learned anything yet. That's why I allow you everything"

Thoughtfully I nodded silently.
"That's right, that. Considering it that way, I agree. I just hope, it will not change anything, we both have."
and snuggled closer into him.

Shanish started: "No, nothing will change on my side. I will still love you, no matter what you two will ever do together.
Just be back for breakfast"
After a moment and more tenderness for me, he continued:
"And by the way: I like how Damian has changed. He was sooo blocked. As reserved, innocent and unsuspecting as he was.
He would never let me get any closer to him.
To see his gogod, or let me touch him? God forbid! Impossible.
But now? ...Looks like someone had found a new patemp {-> fun/game/joy }.
Maybe I can make use of the 'new' Damian, sometime in future... hehe"

Was it a somehow demonic laugh in the end?

-'That's not only renewing the Carte blanche. It's even more, if possible'-
I just thought. Shanish must really love me very much. And he really cares about Damian. Thinking hard, I only nodded.

My lover kissed me:
"Don't brood. No sad thoughts, please. Everything is ok between us. And I've just seen how great you taught him. In past he would have never talked about that body region - nor would he have ever dropped his trousers voluntary - and now he does it. Even with nicely packed eggs"
and laughed heartily.
Still laughing, he added after a kiss to my nipple:
"But did you have to use my second best bracelet..."

"I was in a hurry and found no other nearby. Damian's eggs were in my hand and I didn't want to let go because he already suspected that nothing good would happen to him. Besides it should be an honor for you. A part of you is now near his parts.
Poor Damian has to wear it there for at least half a day - and only the four of us knows why he is walking a bit strange."

Shanish: "I wish he wouldn't shower until you take it off again... Then I would have the smell of his body also"
and stroked his own bump in his pants.

With a swift movement I pulled his shorts down. His freed stiffness jumped at me and slammed on his belly.
Quickly I grabbed his testicles and held them tight.
"I do the same to you?"

"What? Tying them? Better not. They're already hurting me now, as full as they are after all lewdness earlier. But you can change that instantly"
and put his pole in my mouth without further words.

I sucked him for some time. While I had his rod in my mouth, he began to aggressively fuck my lips.

- "He wants it rough? " -
flashed through my head and gave me several ideas how I could treat him further.

Finally, I surprised Shanish with one fluid action. I detached him from my mouth, grabbed his hips and threw him face down on the mattress. He was very overcome and I had regained power over him as his relaxed and willing body indicated.

"Yes, that's what I need right now. Most of the time you are so nice and careful with me - but sometimes I also need it rough and violent. Put your hesitation aside and take me hard - like a good master loves to use his toys,"
Shanish moaned and begged.

Not very nice and a little hard, I smacked on his butt cheeks whilst I pulled his ass up. The smacking stopped only when he achieved my intended position. Ass up, kind of kneeling, legs spread wide, back arched, shoulders on the sheet, head turned and his face looking to the side in surprise.

"oh yes - more - harder - thank you sir," he cooed during my action.
"Please abuse my body and your pussy, Master. I have been naughty and need to be used hard" he finally moaned.

Despite the hard play, I took care of him and moistened my fingers to widen and prepare him. When I placed my middle finger against his pucker, it opened automatically and the finger easily penetrated deep. Without wasting time, the second finger checked his looseness and only the third made him gasp.
As the fingers worked in and out, his hole stretched. Once the intended width was reached and kept, I pushed his hip bone from the side and made him fall on his back. Surprised, I realized that his banana was gone and his dick was just a soft, small clitty.

Voluntarily he opened his legs and lifted them to show me the way,
"Enough of it. I need it, you want it - do it!"

-'Fair enough'- I thought, -'You want it that way, you get it that way..'-

I spat a blob of lube into my hand and covered my cock as best I could. Then I strained my cock against him and gathered myself.
"Here we go, baby."
I began to press against his sphincter. Shanish moved his hips slightly and finally opened up for me effortlessly.
My cockhead immediately went inside him.

"Mmmm," he murmured with his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips.

"You clutching my tip, feels so good," I whispered. "Should I go light or heavy?"

He just looked at me.

"Oh yes, that's right. Whatever your master decides!"

Just a small, satisfied smile by him.
I pressed into him carefully, ready to stop at any tension or sign of discomfort. There was neither, so I just kept going until a small frown crossed across his face. I stopped immediately and waited.
"Are you ok?"

He frowned, felt, moved a little, and finally smiled.
"Do it. Gib it to me!"

Withdrawing almost completely, I smiled and then, gripping his brown, silky shoulders tightly, slowly and steadily pushed in, in, in, until I finally had all my pride buried in his body. Again I slipped my thing back out of him until I felt his tight ring on the edge of my glans. Now I pushed it in to the end with a faster and harder motion.
Eyes closed, he mumbled something in Creole.
I brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him passionately for a minute, my prong still completely buried inside him.
Then I slowly pulled it out, and, looking down at him, I noticed he was still soft. I took his cock between my fingers and began to tease and manipulate him. As I did so, I pulled the pole out again and drove back in.

I could swear I felt his cock expanding in time with my thrusting. He was now at least half an inch longer and thicker too.
Only my imagination?

I pulled out and thrust back in, and again a surge ran through his cock. He became noticeably harder and a little bigger.
-'Strange. Today he really needs it differently,'- I thought.

I purposely waited and kept playing with Shanish's organ. It didn't grow or shrink, but when I fucked into him again, it grew longer again!

"Sweetie, you know..." I didn't quite know how to say it.

"It really turns me on when a man fucks me, especially when he does it hard,"
he explained gently.

"Yeah, but --"

Shanish pulled me to him and kissed me intensely, grinding his ass against my hips.
All right, who was I to question a cool curiosity of nature? Now that I thought about it, I wouldn't mind if every thrust of a cock into me made me even harder! If it did, maybe I'd be more of an fucked bottom than a fucker!

I broke our kiss, pulled out as far as I could without my cock popping out, and then thrust back harder than I had been doing.
"Mmmmaaaaah," he gasped in surprise and obvious pleasure.

"Good?"

"Yeahhh," Shanish sighed.

"Okay, here we go then."

I now began to fuck my love with long, steady, firm strokes. Fucking him - not "making love".
With each thrust he lifted his firm ass towards me in greeting. My fingers held his shoulders like a vice and gave his ecstatic body no room to escape. He was helplessly extradited to my stake hammering into him.
Without mercy I drilled again and again into my victim. His cock got harder and longer until it was about six hard inches long and quite thick. The cumtube bulged so much that it was almost like a round string attached to the underside of his hot shaft.
The golden brown body was like a furnace as I fucked him over and over again. Realizing how light and fragile his body really was. (In retrospect, I still wonder about myself how much I enjoyed this brutal fuck)

My arousal climbed higher and higher until suddenly, without warning, it hit me.
"YAAAHHH!!", I cried, spewing my spunk deep into his guts.

"Yes! inseminate me!" he moaned, rolling his hips and clutching my elbows spasmodically.

"oooh dear", I howled, feeling like I was cuming so far up into him he'd be able to taste it on his tongue.
I felt one more shot fired into him and then I was done. Deep in and after a moment of recovery I pulled slowly out of his boypussy.
"Fantastic," I murmured, kissing him tenderly.

He said nothing as my pole left him. His eyes hooded with passion as he looked at me steadily. I looked down and saw he was still rigid, and obviously hadn't cum.

"Your turn," I said, dove for his cock and worked it. Also not very caring, I stroked and sucked him hard. Being that treated with fierce he couldn't stand it for long and it didn't take long.
Less than a minute later he was arching up from the bed with a yowl, me gripping his clenching, suddenly iron-hard butt, as I sucked him.
Then a thick bolt of slightly sweet jizz blasted the roof of my mouth, then a second and a third. I kept lashing his cockhead frantically, trying to whip as much pleasure out of his curved shlong as I could.

"Ahh, oh yeah!"
he blurted with a girlish gasp, snapping his hips against me one more time before collapsing back onto the bed.
He lay panting, eyes closed. His deflating cock glistened with spit and cum. I tenderly kissed and licked it clean until he pushed me off.

I pulled him to me and enveloped him in a strong embrace.

Oh so hard and juicy

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