Shanish Damian and Me Chapter 2

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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true story

by: <Souillac2017 at protonmail.com>

Off to the beach

The monsoon season would come soon. The approach was accompanied by the typical signs: Very humid, almost stagnant air and a leaden sky. Already at 09.00h in the morning. I had so far been on the island for 4 weeks on the island and had adapted to the "normal" tropical weather and it was fine for me -- but this environment like in a greenhouse was too much for me.

I liked the easy way to "dress" in the morning: T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops - done. Today the weather was also too much to handle for my native friend Shanish. Inside his house the fans were hopelessly fighting against the heat. The sugar cane fields next to the property held back any breeze.

"Looks like a day at the seaside is on the agenda. Let's get the necessary chores done around the house and we'll head to FnF after." I suggested.

While Shanish rushed through the rooms
(making beds, sweeping the floors, providing fresh drinking water bottles and new "Vape" mats (mosquito killers)
I was already carrying items down the hill to the car.

A small Suzuki Swift, 2000 build, from BEB car rental ... Rs550 per day on long-term-conditions. Enough to be mobile on this small island - nearly too small for all our belongings today.
The stick for the old parasol could not be disassembled anymore, and I put it diagonal from the front passengers foot space up to the back window. The baskets and bags were placed on the seats and fixed with the safety belt.
Island style ... shrug
Moving the passenger seat backwards, I placed the cooling box in front of the seat and slipped the seat forward, to fix the container between dashboard and seat.

Three "plopps" of the doors later, I was steering northbound to the motorway.
On my way honking a lot, at dogs, or to make room between the pedestrians, bicycles and fruit carts in the road.

"That was my school ... not long ago. Funny times gone now",
I heard from Shanish in the backseat, as we passed the colonial-style building of the "Govt. High School of R.B.".

When we reached the roundabout with the ramps to enter the M 1, Shanish said:
"Don't go M1! - Go straight ahead to N. France. We'll pick up Pavan, too. You'll like him. He is une ami from the local PILS group (Prevention and Information group for AIDS) and was in my grade, too"

"Babe, I can't go straight ahead"
I laughed and drove a bit fast through the roundabout, not tipping the car over but giving it a good lean.

He directed me through the small and narrow paths. Shanish led me to Pavan's 'house'. Again, a house built up by a few connected rooms with unpainted walls, constructed by porous concrete blocks. Obviously, this family was one step poorer than 'my' family of Shanish.

Shanish had the car door opened before I could fully stop and was calling for Pavan now. In a way, which is hard to describe. Something between calling in a high toned voice, and singing - very melodically, very girlish.

The curtain in the door frame moved and a boy of 17 or 18 years came out:
Tall, brown -ish (tending to milk-coffee-colored), flawless skin. Strong, dark and curly hairs. The body not too muscular, as I could tell by his shirtless upper half. And last thing to note: a heart-melting, radiant smile, presenting a row of his white teeth. He was very similar to Shanish's appearance - this nice (and by me loved) mixture of African and Indian genes.

They hugged heartily, but this french-style greeting-kisses to the cheeks took a little longer than usual for me. I also saw Shanish's hand moving up and down over the bare back of Pavan. They talked some in Creole.
Soon Pavan grabbed a shirt from the clothes line and jumped into the backseat of the car.

At first Pavan was shy to speak English, but as he followed our cross-languages chatting, he warmed up and took part at it.
We had a lot of fun. Shanish started to tell him about me and our friendship in English.
Some anecdotes were told by Shanish, few by me and Pavan had some good laughs.

Until Shanish told him more about our nights.

"Ki? Vu e il - un ensemble??? {->What? - You and him... You are "together"??? }", asked Pavan astonished

I never expected it: a brown-skinned person can turn red in the face.

After some stuttering and explanations by Shanish in Creole, Pavan's hand touched my shoulder:
"Bon dzimun, bon. We are friends, too. Very good man"

That was the moment I got colored. Not by embarrassment, or the heat, or his hand - but hearing this friendly statement.

The road of the 27 slowing-down bumps (at a length of 3,5 km) was interrupted by the request to stop at a bakery, to buy some snacks. While scanning over the displayed food inside, Pavan said to Shanish:
"Look, that biscuits! ... like your 'fess' {->ass}."

The poor boy (about the same age of Shanish and Pavan) behind the counter was visibly confused by the fooling around. Do I need to mention: They started to flirt with the seller boy so hard - it was nearly embarrassing for me. I was glad to get out of the shop in any case.

During the further journey I tried to curb the jollity
"Hey guys ... We have to be quiet, here is a hospital" - resulting in new laughter and more lewd remarks.
Even pointing to "Flamboyant" tree in full bloom, which was unusual for the season, and highlighting its beauty did not help.

After the next sugarcane factory Shanish said:
"I put on my swimsuit".

Pavan commented wide eyed:
"What - here? Hmm ... if you want. But be careful. Even if nobody can overtake us and can look into our car. Maybe pedestrians can see. Because there is no sidewalk due to the fields."
He was clearly still a bit worried about our unusual and frank behavior.

Despite the cramped space in the loaded car, Shanish had managed to get up half, pulled his shorts down over the ass and let himself fall back into the seat bare assed.
Pavan watched the action with interest and then imitated fast. Got up, pulled down, fell back.

My view in the rear view mirror first on the one, then on the other free-dangling, brown, uncut cock got me nearly out of the driving lane:
"Damn, boys - how shall I drive with this views"
and pointed at my bulge close to the steering wheel.

"I do later, dear" said Shanish

"Now I have tronc {->tree trunk} next to me..."

Remember: Both wore only the t-shirts. Soon I heard a deep breath of Pavan and a voiceless:
"ou foo... li ka we li!..." {->You're crazy - He can see...}

I readjusted the mirror and saw Shanish's arm moving up and down.
No doubt about it - Shanish was taking care of Pavan's wood. Pavan had his eyes closed, his mouth half opened and his head laid on the backrest. Obviously he enjoyed the "treatment".

"But you have to clean the spots on the upholstery later" I laughed to Shanish.

"Right. The padding's ..." he sighed, withdraw his arm and sat back upright.

"Hey, no stop now" moaned Pavan complaining.

As Shanish didn't continued the started job, Pavan got a paper tissue out of his shorts pockets and served himself.
But he was very careful that he did not made stains and covered his nozzle with the tissue when the time (and him) came. "hehe ... now feel better."

Shanish was putting on his swimming trunks and was trying to get the tight piece of fabric over his well shaped bum.
Doing this, his stiff cock was lifted by the hem of the shorts and was pointing away from the body.
Pavan took advantage of this opportunity and grabbed my friend's proud. He started jerking him off while Shanish was crouched uncomfortably.

Suddenly Pavan held the meat and pinched slightly painful the uncovered tip of the Penis of Shanish several times.
"Enough pleasure for you. Your lover is here - ask for more"
With the still devilish voice Pavan continued: "ooohh...You will SUFFER. You did not finishing me".
He tightened the grip at that handle more and kissed MY Shanish fully on the lips and let him go.

Driving or not - THAT action I could not let pass with impunity. With one arm I reached into the back and got a hold at Pavan's knee just above the joint. I squeezed a little, making him fidgeting, screaming and laughing.
"Careful -- That is MY joystick !" I said and grinned into the mirror, observing him.

He was sitting open mouthed and Shanish was laughing hysterically about my action and Pavan's punishment. Sadly I had to let go his leg, and had to concentrate on driving. Astonished and with a questioning, nearly fearful expression, Pavan sat down properly. The mood in the car had sunk a little.

Shanish had still a stiffy and difficulties to fit everything into the shorts.
To at least cheer him up, I asked, "Can I help you?"

His bright smile was back. "Oui, merce. But not now - you drive now".

We had chosen a lonely beach unknown to tourists, a somewhat secluded narrow strip of sand near the airport.
Shanish and Pavan talked to some fishermen during our walk from the parking lot to the water's edge and persuaded a woman to give us two large papayas from her garden.
At a nice place in front of a high wall of lava stones we put down our things and made ourselves comfortable.

After the exhausting ride in the overheated tin can (called a car), I just wanted to cool down and off into the water. So out with the shirt and down with shorts and underwear. I stood there in just my birthday suit and folded my stuff nicely.

"Oh - You is uncut !?! and bald there, too"
Pavan recognized astonished.

"Hu? I'm white, yes, but not an American or a Jew. So: Yes, he is 'complete' ".
I took hold of the tip of my foreskin in two fingers, lifted my soft but slightly swollen penis, and gave Pavan a good presentation of my private goods.
"And yes again. No hairs there. I like my sack and shlong blank and smooth. And he (looking at Shanish) asked for that".

I had no idea why, but Pavan had eyes like saucers. Just because I presented myself and I showed him my private parts from all sides and angles in public?
(At that occasion I didn't know about the law about "indecent behavior in public")

Shanish grinned widely at my bluntly presentation and licked his lips.

Pavan reached into the shorts, stored his balls comfortable and laid down on his stomach on the towel.

"Imajine? {->Imagine something?}",
asked Shanish Pavan and slapped him on the butt.

Pavan just shook his head "No"and hid himself under a towel. At he's quivering torso we saw that he was silently laughing.

Not that I have problems to be without pants, but I pulled on my bathing suit and went into the sea to swim. After I felt refreshed, I went back again. Shanish saw me coming and jumped up, holding a towel wide open. He took me in his arms and dried me thoroughly. First at the back, then the front parts.

Pavan had turned around and shadowed his eyes with one hand to watch us.
I stepped a bit to the side so Pavan wouldn't have to look into the sun and I could give him a good show. Shanish followed my movement and continued to dry my back. Reaching the hem of my swim shorts, he pulled them down over my butt cheeks and dried my bum as well.

During my friend's activities, I had always kept my eyes on Pavan.
For him, our attitude and behavior was a little ... unusual and exciting in the truest sense of the word. Unconsciously stroked his chest and tummy.
I smiled, took the towel away from Shanish, hugged and kissed him. His lips parted to my gentle pressure, letting my tongue enter. His body relaxed and he simply enjoyed my tenderness - forgetting about the surroundings and the spectator below us. His muscles relaxed in my arms - just not the big "muscle" on his front. In the contrary.

It was getting somehow uncomfortable, as close as we were standing and that thing was poking at me.

He released the hug and let me go.
"Come on, I put cream you. Or I can not touch you, tonight...".

As I lay on the towel, Shanish started applying the sunscreen.
Suddenly his softly caressing hands stopped. Surprised I raised my head and saw that Pavan had sat himself to my other side. Now he kissed Shanish across over my back.
I thought Shanish would stop lotioning because he took his hands off my back. But only to pass some off the sun cream to Pavan. A great feeling, having four caressing hands on my back.

Wait a second - on the back?
One of the two pairs of hands have been bold enough and had found it's way into my pants. Instead of protesting, I raised the pelvis a little, so there was easier access to the inside for the invaders.

"You like, dzimun {->Mister}?" asked Pavan and gave me one of his best smiles.

I just smiled at him and enjoyed. When Pavan got naughty and slid a finger into my crack, I groaned.
Before he could get any naughtier, I freed myself from the four gentle hands, stood up, and pushed Shanish down on his towel instead. With a firm hug, I kissed him again with my tongue and caressed his entire torso. Especially his chest. His hard nipples and his later moans showed his approval.

In one fluid movement of my hand, I went directly from his chest to his crotch and began massaging his cock and sack. Shanish spontaneously opened his legs wide and gave me full access, anticipating further tenderness. I traced his curved cock with my fingers, paying special attention to the free cock head inside the fabric. Still connected to our lips, he moaned into my mouth, his tongue wrestling with mine. His cock grew and pressed against my teasing finger. An exploring grip on his tight balls told me of his excitement.

Although Pavan said "Sa twa fou ... {->You are crazy}. If one sees you .."
but had his own hard penis in his hand and was very busy rubbing up and down.

Shanish said nothing, but stared at him, watching him wanking; while Pavan's eyes followed my finger on Shanish's tail, which tried to move in the tight fabric.

Suddenly Pavan moved to a kneeling position, pulled with one hand the waistband down even further and pushed his pelvis forward. His precum dripped already from the uncovered mushroom and with a "Urrrggg" out of his flexing tummy muscles he shot his load into the sand.

The quivering Shanish under me whispered to me: "Now it's my turn please" and pressed his pelvis with fucking motions into my hand.

I laughed and let him free - completely - and said to my love:
"Pavan had already said: Today you will suffer..."
turned around and took a bottle of 7up out of the cooler.

With a howl, Shanish protested:
"Hey, what's this? You can't leave me lying like this, now! You don't love me anymore!?!"

"Go into the water and cool you off. Then IT is no more..."

With a hard slap at my shoulder and a lot of grumbling he left to the water.

"Oh oh... not nice of you" said Pavan and looked worried at me.

I took him amicably into my arm
"Naaa ... don't worry. I do that, because I love him - and he loves it, too. He like to be teased and edged."

Pavan came closer, snuggled into my arms and said:
"Ok. Than is ok. But before ...you both ...it was so hot, I couldn't help but shoot"

"And what? We are alone here at the beach"
pointed over the place and continued:
"Moreover, it was awesome. I thought, you will explode, as hard and thick as your swollen cock was."

"You...? You also hard and excité {->excited}. Playing with his dick all the times ... ohgod, only when I think, mine rises again"
he answered me

We sat side by side and watched Shanish enjoying the water. "I think we should go to cool us too".

Pavan agreed, stood up, and stormed into the waves. Leisurely I went after him, and was surprised how cold the water seemed to be now. Prompt I had goosebumps despite 29° air and 24° C water temperature. As a gush of water hit me suddenly from behind, I thought I would die, that cold the water felt. So I immersed myself completely into the sea. When I emerged, I ended up in Shanish's arms.
"Hello dear. Nice you join me."

We frolicked some time in the water. Swam, dived, dunked each other... that kind of innocent fun.
Tired of this, we then went back to our towels, basked and dozed.

Surprising us, we heard a voice above our heads:
"Sa wa. [Hello] Cousin, Cousine - une cigarette ?"

No doubt that Pavan knew the two which had arrived unnoticed. Promptly he started to talk with them in Creole.
I heard my name and "...un ami alleman...". {-> a german friend}
One of them asked me again for a cigarette, now in English, took it gratefully, sat down with us and the three talked on.

Pavan asked Shanish and me:
"These are two guys from my driving school. Are you angry if I leave you and go with them?"

Shanish looked at me. Shrugging my shoulders I said,
"Too bad - you will miss a looot of fun" and grabbed my balls casually.

Shanish laughed aloud, contrary Pavan made a sad face.
"I imagine. But I must learn traffic laws and rules ..."
took his things and left with the two.

"So, what shall do we do, now alone?" asked Shanish and grinned.

"First, let us go up to the wall. There is some more shadow and we aren't that much on display", I suggested.

We moved, and after arranging our things, I made myself comfortable on the blanket. I sat half upright and put a towel as a pillow between my head and the wall, my legs stretched out and slightly spread. On one side my soft drink and cigarettes, on the other my lover.

Since the beach had a slope to the sea, I enjoyed the wonderful view over the sand to the waves breaking in the rocks,
the corals of the nature reserve 'Marine Parks' shimmering through the water and the wide sea.
Shanish was also lying comfortably, less than an arm length next to me. The view was probably less interesting for Shanish than for me. He began to caress my arm lovingly.
After my upper arm ended, he slowly wandered over my collarbone and throat to my chest. He stroked me very slowly and very lightly - almost barely noticeably, like a light breeze on my skin.

The panorama didn't matter anymore for me and the rising feelings won. I closed my eyes. Slowly but surely his caressing slid deeper on my upper body, now roaming at both of my breasts. He knew that I have very sensitive nipples, but that I like it when you give them special attention. The arrival of his fingers on my nipple was accompanied by an intense kiss on my mouth.
His tongue played and "fought" with mine -- in sync with his finger on my nipple. Of course the wart was hard and protruded ... and something else.
I remained completely passive, let him continue and simply enjoyed.

At one point I could not remain completely passive. His tongue retreated a little and I followed with my tongue. With a snake-like lick at the tip of his tongue, I teased him. His answer was a "scratch" of his fingernail at my nipple. I couldn't no longer suppress a moan. His tongue penetrated again my oral cavity, continuing the dance.
At the same time he took my exhilarated, now very dark red pimple between thumb and index finger, squeezing and rolling it a bit until I moaned again from the slight pain. His mouth released mine and he looked at me:
"You like it. I know. Is good?"

When he said "good", he squeezed even harder and pulled at my poor nipple. I said nothing, but inhaled deep and my whole body tensed. I looked deep into his dark eyes, waiting for more. His hand opened, let go of my nipple and stroked the whole tit - as if to soothe it. The hand slid deeper and his head lowered.
I hoped he would take care now of my other tit and nipple with his mouth, but he put his head on my chest and caressed my tummy with his hand. I took the opportunity to quickly look around our neighborhood. We were still alone.... Some people far away. Too far to see any details of our actions.
Obviously, for Shanisch it didn't matter.

He was watching his moving hand on my belly. Also as he pushed down the rubber seam and got my hard Penis and loose sack out of my bathing shorts. He held my penis for some time and looked close at him; then he started to play with my balls.
Spread his fingers and let my eggs glide through them, than his middle finger pressed the sack into half's, separating my balls. Both testicles got their attention and careful treatment.
He let all go and wandered to the shaft, closed his fist around and held me loosely at my grip. I started 'pumping' my pelvic muscles and when my cock was throbbed, he moved his hand again. First, down and then all the way up.
With a very light touch, gliding on the skin. At the next down stroke he tightened his fingers some and pulled the foreskin back until my dark red tip was freed.
The cool sea breeze on the normally covered piece of me felt insane.

However, this sudden and persistent feeling was replaced by a slight and stabbing pain. He had drawn back the foreskin even further - until it was no longer possible. That far, that the tip of my penis bent slightly.
"Ouch - what are you doing" I tried to protest.

But his hand was already moving in the opposite direction. Covered my glans again. Made sure that the foreskin was placed correctly and the glans completely covered. But he did not stop - he stretched my foreskin past the tip, making a small hood with the additional skin.
"I like to play with yours. Your foreskin 's so flexible ... mine is always tight when I'm hard."

Slid back with his fist, repeated the game several times. First came the feeling of the wind on my penis, then the slight pain. Now it was almost nice and pleasant.... Then his hand remained at the bottom. Foreskin all the way back, bare glans wet by precum, frenulum strained.

Whispering "Com'on, me touching, too!" he encouraged me.

"Ahh, I don't want to... You're so good. Carry on" I protested.

But he had already retrieved his bone-hard out of the trunks and put in my hand. "Well ..." I thought and closed my fingers around him and wanked him with small and slow movements. More was not possible as we lay side by side, and because his one was slightly curved to the side.

When he was safe and comfortable, it felt like the tip of my tail was warming up again. Without warning he had closed his lips around my pole. His hand was more relaxed and his tongue played on the tip of my penis. Touching the small slit on the front made me tense and groan. I must have somehow pressed his penis too hard because he groaned and grabbed mine again in a firmly. I started fucking his mouth, which he probably hadn't planned to do. His hand closed around my balls again and an energetic pressure made me motionless again.
Instead, he moved.
His lips up and down, his tongue dancing on my flesh. Suddenly I felt his nose in my few pubic hairs. A very short moment later, I felt a new sensation on my glans.
Shanish had "swallowed" me and made me penetrate even deeper - without any gagging. After a pause, he raised his head again, but held my cock in his mouth, breathed heavily through his nose a few times, and then let me penetrate his throat again.

There was almost nothing left in my scrotum - the testicles had crawled up that far. His steady rhythm on my shaft, the pressure of his finger on my base and the throat around my glans did the job.
I could only stammer "I am ... I co ... I ... I am" - then it happened.

I hadn't finished speaking when he sucked my cock all the way in and his lips met his fingers on my scrotum. The tip of my cock had passed the back of his mouth cavern again and was deep in his throat.
Quite motionless, I savored the stimuli and poured myself down his gullet. The contractions of his swallowing throat muscles massaged my glans, begging me to give him more. Swallowing and sucking, he digested everything, wasting nothing, lightly massaging my pumping balls with his fingers.

My cock could no longer give juice to my lover, he held the one that had fed him before with his tongue and pressed it to the roof of his mouth. The pulsing became weaker and I relaxed. Shanish squeezed some more and emptied the tube of the last drop. The contacts on my now very sensitive part became uncomfortable and kind of ticklish.

I started to giggle, then laughed and begged to him: "Let him go...Stop...it tickles"
and tried to pull my penis out of his mouth. After some resistance of him I succeeded. Being a good boy, he licked me clean and dry anyway.

Despite the high (air) temperature I took Shanish into a close hug and kissed him deeply. Tasted my own juice on his tongue and lips. One hand still on his naked back, my other hand slipped "as if by chance" into his pants and touched his genitals.
He was such horny by the earlier action, that my hand got wet on his big little-one. I pulled the hand out of his swim wear, looked at my fingers full of precum and licked them.

Finished, I gave Shanish a playful evil look:
"Such a bad boy. You are leaking ..." and slapped his oh-so-nice ass playfully.

He rolled off of me onto his blanket, laughing:
"Don't punish me... don't hit me... I will behave"

"I'm not going to hit you - but ..."
sat down on his thighs and began to tickle his sides. He let out one of his high-pitched screams like a girl and tried to free himself. Meanwhile I knelt over him and tickled everything I could reach at. He bucked like a young bronco, somehow got free and tried to run away.
I was able to grab his ankle and made him drop to the soft sand. Squirming and still laughing, he tried to fend me off and we "fought" for a moment.

Suddenly he lay still and said, "Please stop - there's sand in my mouth."

Letting him go, I sat up but couldn't stop laughing.

He spit some sand out of his mouth, used a finger to get everything off his tongue. After he stood up, brushed his body off and shook the lose sand out of his speedo.

"Look where its went... ALL over... Even THERE",
took his private parts out of the fabrics and showed me his sand covered scrotum and cock.

Since the romp had made his cock limp, he was now able to retract his foreskin easily to expose his dark glans and tried to remove the sand from them. Carefully, he continued to get the sand off the back rim of the glans.
"ouch ouchie..."

Seeing him in real pain, I reacted:
"Don't - Not like that - Wait, I'll help you"
and tried carefully to remove the sand at this very sensitive area near the tip, causing him to squirm and withdraw

"No no no ... ouch"

"Get up. We better rinse it off - in the sea."
I ordered to him. We walked a few meters into the waves until the water reached his navel. There he tried to hold his shorts open with one hand and clean himself with the other. I had followed him into the water and offered him my help.

He looked at me skeptically:
"No fooling ?"

"Naaa, dear. Come over. Drop that shorts completely for easier access".

Once again he searched the beach for people, bent down and took off his swimsuit under the water. I took off his shorts and put them in mine, to have my hands free. I took hold of his penis, pulling Shanish a little closer to the beach and into the shallower water. He could do nothing but follow the pull on his manhood.
When we reached a suitable water level, I stopped and took care of the sand on his "best piece". Taking the opportunity of his limp tail, I pulled the foreskin back extremely and rinsed the rear edge of the tip thoroughly.
Bent down, the end of the foreskin and the underside of his glans were inspected. I licked his frenulum and slid my tongue over the slit, over his glans to the rear edge and finally took the button completely into my mouth. The reaction followed immediately.

Once again he was hard ... To have better control of Shanish I held him at both bum cheeks tight. Letting his wood slip out of my mouth, I commanded:
"Turn around and bent over"

"WHAAAT?? Here? Are you crazy?"

"Yes, I am - about you. But not now, stupid boy. Not THAT. I will not fuck you in public here. But there will certainly be sand between your butt cheeks and at 'my goal'."

He obeyed, bent over and parted his globes voluntarily. As low as he had bent forward, his face almost touched the water and he suggested,
"You do it.... You can see where the sand is..."

I splashed water into the crevice with one hand to rinse it off and cleaned the sand with the fingers of the other. Carefully, gently. Perhaps too gently, my finger slid up and down between his ass cheeks, because he started to makes sounds. To get better access to his anus, I let him touch his cheeks deeper. Carefully rinsed the folds around the hole and cleaned the rear entrance with my smallest finger, so as not to irritate the sensitive skin too much. He instinctively clenched his ass muscles and stood up a little.

"HEY!... horny baby ... I knew it already: you want to do it here!"

I bent him forward again and continued cleaning his backside.

"uh uh .. You know what you are doing ?" he blubbered out of the waves.

"Yesss". I finished cleaning him and then he was allowed to stand upright again.

I recognized: "Oh - HE is already upright", laughed and left the water.

"My shorts!" he wailed

"Yeah, I forgot...",
pulled the shorts out of mine, held it into the air and said
"..but it doesn't fit you anymore"
and proceeded to our blankets. He just shrugged, came fully out of the water and walked back in his god-given bathing suit to our place near the wall. Shanish dried himself and laid down on his towel, presenting his upright standing mast.
I acted as if it was normal how he lay there but silently enjoyed the display of his body and ate some of the donated fruits.

Between two bites I remarked:
"You can't imagine how hot you are looking, dear."

He just hummed and let his hard penis 'dance' up and down.
"You could probably take care of me...",
but kept his eyes closed.

"Why should I?" I asked him.

"Because you made me horny and now I need to cum"

"You HAVE to cum? oookey, that's a reason...."
Playfully I grabbed his cock with my left hand (I'm right handed) and made some moves up and down.

"Nooo .. do it correctly!" he begged.

"I have to clean my fingers first" I said.

"So hurry up. Otherwise I'll do it by myself - that much I'm under pressure"

I went down to the waves, cleaned my sticky fingers and went back. He was still laying flat on his back and was playing with himself, rubbing his tight skin at the tip of his pecker. Casually, he covered and uncovered the glans, not really wanking.

Quickly I lay down beside him, grabbed his hard one and slapped playfully the tip.
"YOU are not allowed to finger yourself when I'm here!"
and wanked him roughly.

Being stimulated by me, he lay down again flat on his back, the legs parted, delivering himself up to me and awaiting my actions. A few passes of my hand at his shaft were enough, and his knees bent, his nuts drawn high, his member cocked and pulsating.

I froze the moves, took my hand away and watched the violently twitching penis. When he had calmed down, I grabbed him again, continuing the handjob. Again until just before. But once again I did not allow him any redemption. At the third stop I reminded him:
"But you already know: No fun for you today! You have to suffer!"

"It was a joke !? You will really stop now? Let me stay like this?"
pointing to his ready-one.

"Yes."

"...and that after you have had your fun..."

"Yeah, that was very kind. But Pavan have had already decided: You will suffer."

"But it was a joke" Spanish whined again and suddenly recognized my seriosity.

"No - you can't be mean like that ... Not you!?"
and started to rub himself again.

"Oh yes - I can be mean. Stop fapping and pack your things. It's time to go back home."

He didn't listen to me and continued stroking his shaft. I had already finished packing and sat down beside him.

"Shanish, please stop wanking!"

He was still wanking. "OK, you don't deserve it better..."
I grabbed his sack at the base with my fingers formed like a ring. By that hold his balls stood out proud. I slapped his jewels slightly.

"Ouuch - woa, now you will do it the kinky way?"

"You - shall - not - wank - when - I - am - here!"
I said in a voice as if quoting a commandment from the Bible and smacked alternating his marbles with the rhythm of the words. His penis twitched each time and he moaned a bit. But not by the pain - it seemed he liked it.

"Get ready. We have to go. Madam_la is waiting with the dinner".

"oh .. merde .. she shall wait"
but stepped into his Bermuda jeans shorts (bare assed !), put on his shirt and grabbed the blankets. We walked along the beach, passing the hotel, the people at the parking lot and to our car.
All time with his visible, wobbling tent in front of him. Somehow I wished the trouser legs were not so long and his cock could come free itself - displaying his horn accidentally to everyone.

The belongings where packed fast. With a trick only known by him he disassembled the pole of the parasol and put the pieces into the back seats, too. He fell down into the formerly blocked passenger seat and slowly sat down with wide opened legs, knees far apart. He waited for me, making a pout.

"You really meant it..."
wiggled in his seat forward, tried sitting positions to give his abused nuts some comfort, put the belt on and muttered
"ouch, oh, urg, I cant sit properly..".

I answered "It will do" and started driving.

But: We had to drive more than 500m along a non paved path. At each bump or pothole I heard an "arg" or "oof" or an other sound indicating his discomfort.

"Careful! Look out where you drive! ouch" and lifted himself out of the seat.
"my poor gogod, mwa bulet... merd " {-> my poor penis, my balls, shit}

Finally we made it and came to the paved road. It was the 27-bumps-road. Due to the traffic I couldn't really go slow and pass the bumps comfortably. 27 noises later we reached the ramp to the motorway, which I was using now. We arrived soon, unpacked the car and brought everything up the hill.

Madam_la saw us coming and shouted something in Creole.

I understood "...monzee..." - something about eating.

"Eating? I intended to rinse away the salty water first" I said to Shanish.

"Me too. So let us shower first and after that it's dinner".

For decency's sake we showered separately, also because I recognized: Madam_la was watching Shanish closely.
Maybe she suspected something?
Shanish walked a bit ... strange.

That evening we have had nothing special, just a dish called "Briyani" {-> a stew, look it up}. Madam_la could have kept it warm for another hour and we could have followed our urges before eating. Instead we acted well mannered, showered, ate and cleaned everything afterwards.

When we were in Shanish's room I couldn't hold myself back any longer:
"You walk oddly. What happened? Twisted your foot?" and giggled.

"oh .. ouh ... Youuuu ... You know whats wrong with me!"

I played the unsuspecting, asked: "No? What is it ?"

"YOU have had all your fun during this day, Pavan got off two times at the beach, I have made you happy with my mouth - and.. and ... And What? In the end I have blue balls and YOU don't allow me any relief. I really want it... I NEED it"

I almost felt sorry for him. I realized how much he needed relief from his pressure and how much he was suffering. I was already sitting on the bed frame, so I pulled him close to me and lifted his t-shirt. Grasping his sides, I kissed his belly and played in his navel with my tongue. He sighed,
"Oh sweetie ... That gives me feelings - but one step lower and makes me feel worse there!".

He snuggled close to me and caressed my hair.

Pausing him, I said: "Wait ..." away with his t-shirt. Finally I could stroke his back, too.

I admitted: "Oh dear, you can't guess how hard it was to control myself"
and let my hands slid into his armpits.

Because I knew he was very sensitive there and gave them some attention - even lower, at the side of his chest.
He sagged onto me, laid his upper torso at my shoulder totally enjoying the caressing.
His heavy breathing was accompanied by a slight ... purring - like a cat. Earlier I had already learned (strange for me):
There is no pleasure in it for him when I was treating his nipples.

Instead I caressed his complete rib cage with my flat hands and slid slowly deeper. Very carefully I slid my hands under the waist band and lowered his both shorts. He was now standing bare assed in front of me.
I returned to the side of his waist and caressed him. He had put his hands on my shoulders to keep his balance for his with pleasure flooded body. Shanish was that relaxed - I was frightening he may fall. As my hands reached at his bum cheeks, I was not too aggressive and took them with a soft grip.

"That's so nice ... so treated ... from you ... Oh God ... now I could ..."

I closed his mouth with my pointing finger and said softly:
"You can... You shall ... Now you are allowed ... "

When I made him to step back so I could look better at his hot body, his cock was twitching violently. With gentle force I pulled Shanish close to me again and laid his willing-less body on the mattress.
I wrapped my hand around his stuff and began masturbating him. Nothing special, just an ordinary up-down handjob - but arousing enough for him to make him groan soon. As necessary as he needed it, and as much pressure had built up in his groins, it did not take long and I saw his belly muscles tense.

I felt his bum tighten, saw his hands clenched into the bed sheet. Short, stuttered, quick "ah's" left his open mouth. Then his milk left his shaft and jumped high and wide above him. I did not count the shots, but it seemed endless.

Not to stain anything, I had pointed his tip (with some difficulties while he was pumping) at his upper torso. But powerful as he shoot, it went up to his face and even in his hairs. "uuuuuuaaaahh" he growled to get air, still dripping. I moved again my hand up and down and helped the last drops to leave.

"oh mon dieu ... no shot like this before" raised his hand and tried to get hold at my back of my neck to kiss me. Our lips met while i was still massaging his dick. His hand laid also down at his cock and covered the skinless glans - like to protect it.
Right: "Stop moving... I cant take it anymore..."

I let his wood go and put it at his belly, licked his face clean - kissing him again and again.

"... what a mess" he said, when he saw all the white drops at his chest and tummy. "Over there in the cabinet is a box of Kleenex .. be so kind, please".

We needed several of them.

Even the careful wiping with the soft tissues brought him again to moan, although I didn't touched his genitals. When he was done and somehow clean, he pulled his legs up and let his knees fell outward, presenting his private area well. It was an inviting position ... But since I knew how he felt down there I didn't took advantage of it.

His stick of joy was slightly smaller, but still quite large, on his stomach. My touch at his knee let him twitch first because he thought I was going to tickle him. Instead my hand slid at the inner side of his thigh slowly upwards. He relaxed with a long "yeaaahhh..."

At the end of his thigh my fingers finally reached his completely loose hanging sack.. By this contact he tensed again. I got hold of the complete bag and just held his testicles.
"Yeeaaah ... that feels good. Warming and supporting them". he moaned.

To make him sure it was meant as a soothing gesture I pressed my hand slightly, where upon he tensed and sharply inhaled through his teeth. As he recognized no further harassment he relaxed and exhaled.
When I bent down and wanted to kiss him, I saw that he has closed his eyes and breathing slow and steady. He was apparently fallen asleep. The withdrawal of my head was suddenly stopped by his hand on my neck. On the contrary, he brought our heads closer together again and almost whispered, "Make love to me, dear" and kissed me, with his tongue invading my mouth.

Oh so tender and intense ...

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