Shanish, Damian and Me Chapter 7

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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true story

by: <Souillac2017 at protonmail.com>

End of a holiday

Note: This is the "vanilla" version of the end of my stay. (There is also a very kinky version)

Shanish and I were cuddled together on the bed. We were enjoying our nakedness, sharing caresses, fiddling with each other's parts, listening to music, smoking and talking, when suddenly there was a knock.

Without waiting for an "come in", the door opened wide.

Madam_la.
She was used to see our naked bodies. Still she looked closely at our naked, closely spaced bodies with no expression but with obvious interest and told us finally that Damian had arrived.
"ca entree?" { -> If she should let him in } she asked and raised her eyebrow while looking at me - but not at my eyes.

"But of course. Please let him in. We have nothing to hide." I smiled at her cheekily.

She mumbled something not understandable, shook her head, walked aside, left the door wide open and called for Damian. While he approached, he alternately looked at the leaving Madam_la and at our naked bodies in disbelief.

Indecisive, shy, he entered, closed the door and stopped, not looking at us but the floor.

Shanish had moved and was now lying half on top of me. His head on my chest, his fingers caressing my chest and belly.
Wordlessly. His mouth showing that satisfied "after" smile.

We said nothing but "Hello Damian" and looked at him without another word or action, waiting for him to say something.

He moved, wanting to get closer to us, but was slowed down after one step by a "Stop" from Shanish.
Damian was now standing in the bright sunlight that crept through the half-closed, heavy, dark curtains. As the abundance of light blinded him, he shielded his eyes with one hand to make out details in the darker part of the room.

After a while without any action or progress, Shanish asked:
"What should we do with this naughty boy?"

I played the bored, kept stroking Shanish, then I hugged him tighter after all:
"hmm - I'm not quite sure what to do with him yet. Cuddle him or discipline him?
But believe me, it knows what happens to an unruly pupil. And it usually knows how to behave and act when it's with us."
(I had intentionally used the neutral form).

Shanish's eyes went wide.
He recalled his last time being punished and grabbed his own ass cheek with his free hand and rubbed it.
"ouchi"
Then he continued:
"Besides, IT is unfair, insolent and has not learned: we are naked in front of it and IT can see all our splendour and glory -
IT is it not. We see nothing of IT's flesh, but IT can see every detail of us! Maybe it's better that way.
Apparently IT has something displeasing to hide and doesn't want to terrify us?"

Downgraded to an asexual, dehumanized thing, Damian still stood there like a statue.
Without any movement, without counter words to the humiliations, he waited.

"You better think of something for him. The behaviour of this 'boooyyy' (Shanish stretched the word degradingly)
is unacceptable. You should figure something out...good, bad or kinky..."
At the end, he grinned mischievously.

I looked at my lover and quietly asked:
"Since he said he obeys to each of us both - What do you want his role to be today, what would you like him to do today?"

"Oh - I'll be happy with anything. As long as he's naked, participates, and isn't afraid of MY touch. It should be fun for you AND me. Maybe, if I'm in a good mood, him too", placing a loving kiss on the tip of my cock.

Knowing Shanish's dirty side, I considered different roles for Damian. I was about to say something and already caught my breath when Damian made a decision for me and suddenly interrupted us without being asked.

As if he had been waiting for a key word:
"Oh - the gods may help me. I disappointed my masters. Shame on me. How can I regain the grace and mercy of my masters?"

I said to Damian, some way harshly:
"You know how to please us! Do something, do it NOW! Make us pleased, show us that you know how to behave like a good toy!"

Seriously and with a firm voice, Damian replied,
"Yes, teacher, sir. I think so... I know how, teacher, sir! I will act as a good student should.
To commend your efforts and your training."
Almost inaudibly, he continued,
"Now I'm just a toy.... not a boy... he said toy, I'm sure of it! ... A toy..."
He quickly turned his back to us, interestingly took off his sports shorts first, folded them and meanwhile presented us his golden peach bottom. Then he took off his polo shirt, folded the shirt and put it neatly to one side as well, still presenting us his backside.

When he presented his front to us again, he hid his pubics behind both hands - like as a naked, shy girl.
Exception: He did not use his hands flat, stretched, to cover up - his parts were enclosed in the curved fingers of his hands, his legs were crossed and tightly closed - like as a naked, shy girl does.

Shanish remarked in a bored, but annoyed voice:
"IT seems very disobedient today... IT is not presenting the body unconditionally."

This remark angered me now, and I said in a sharp tone to my beloved,
"I noticed. Do you think the Master is dumb?"

Directed at Shanish I ordered: "Tense up and stand up straight!. Straight posture, take your hands away and stand still"

"Yes, teacher" and took his hands aside, stood straight, his arms hanging.

Shanish, still in an annoyed voice:
"You should pose straight. There is still something hanging down!"

Damian looked down at himself at his limp limb.
"Yes, master. I ask for mercy, Master Shan."

"Change this unpleasant view!"

"But for that I need to use at least my own hands, master. My teacher ordered: hands away"

I threw between them:
"Was that a bit of a criticism of your master? Don't you dare! Help yourself. One hand is enough!"

Damian took his worm in his hand and kneaded around with it.
"May I sit down, teacher? I can concentrate better."

Bored (but inwardly smiling and proud of his obedience and this question), I intervened again:
"Why should you sit? Do you want to be comfortable? Did someone mention that? No! You should be standing there, fully illuminated by the bright sunlight!"

"Yes, Master, Teacher, Sir." and played with himself, but couldn't get his tail to work. His worm was getting thicker, but not even hard.

"Try harder!" I commanded.

Damian kept stroking, uncovering and covering the pink tip.

Shanish said softly to me, "I love it when you act so strong and dominant."
And snuggled closer to me.

Cold and dismissive, I reprimanded him:
"I know that. Don't interrupt me now" and pinched hard punishing a wart of his.

He chuckled, "Yes, sir. Ouch, sir, thank you, sir."

Now my misbehaving lover had my full attention:
"You are laughing?! You laugh at me, your master?! Oh wait..."
and reached into his side, tickled him. Everywhere where I got to. Since he was still lying on my chest, I could easily reach his sensitive parts. His armpits, the ribs, his loin ... you know it.

Damian couldn't realize if our romp was fun or serious and stopped rubbing himself. Naked, with open mouth, he stood over there and watched the 'fight' of his masters. His highly respected teacher disciplined a student, but who was also his master. He held his wick as casually as by chance in his hand upward and closely watched our body contacts.
Obviously, he mostly paid attention to Shanish's reactions and his wobbling, curved cock, flopping from side to side.

Shanish twisted under my fingers, turned back and forth, giggled, tried to escape. Now he was lying on his stomach. Unfortunate for him. By that position I had access to his most sensitive parts - His ribs and his loins.
Hysterically laughing, he exclaimed:
"Please, please, Stop!. I'm going to pee! Stop!"

"I`ll give you reason to say 'Stop'," I mocked.

By his turning and winding, his tight ass now stood nicely upwards and invited me. I slapped one cheek with the slightly bowed, relaxed hand and let it rest there.
--smack --

Damian reminded me of him with a faint "Ouch" when the slap happened.

With a side glance I noticed that he had taken the hand away from his parts and held his hand in front of his open mouth now.
As if he'd been caught and the 'Ouch' had slipped out. His penis had become half-hard, hung a bit away of his sack.
So our actions in front of him on the bed had risen his blood pressure in one of his, formerly limp, extremities.

Addressing Shanish, I whispered:
"Look at that 'innocent' pervy over there! Damian seems to like something. But what? The hitting in itself, or the being hit?
Either way it has an effect on him and drives 'him' on. Let's pretend ... !
Scream a little in pain now, even if I don't hit you hard!"

Silently nodding agreeing and having a devilish look, he pushed a pillow under his pelvis, to present his buttocks even more. Expecting the spanking, he buried his face in the sheet.

As I was hitting him some strokes, he groaned sufferingly every time I hit him on his buttocks. After a few spanks, he turned slowly his head to one side and saw how Damian's limb jerked upward with each slap. Whispering he pointed out to me:
"Look how much and hard he is twitching!"

It was kind of funny: One beats the other and the third one feels it.
But it also confirmed my suspicion that Damian was not 'normal' either and that he enjoys the pain. A still open question: at the giving or the receiving side?
Only at others or also at him?

Damian stood freehand and with a full mast in the sun, his eyes glued to the action on the bed and enjoyed our 'game'.

When Shanish had turned his head and looked at him, Damian had flinched again as if got caught.
He moved his hand back to his pole and pretended that he didn't see anything and that he was completely busy jerking himself.
Shanish stood up from the bed, presenting his own hard penis with some glistening drops of precum at his glans now - that much he had liked his spanking and our role play.

Damian interrupted the moving of his hand, looking frightened at Shanish as he walked up to Damain.

Approaching him, Shanish said, "YOU like it, when I have to suffer?"

Damian slumped and ducked his head, awaiting a yelling or a punishment at him.
"I can't help myself. That looked so hot... and your painful sounds.... Excuse me, master. I beg for your mercy, getting aroused by your torment!"
His golden-brown skin had a distinct red hue.

Shanish had sneaked even closer to him and proceeded with a stretched out hand at the level of the pelvic.
All in all, a threatening gesture.

"When I am punished and get beaten and have to suffer - That a reason for you to be excited, to get hard and aroused?"
he asked reproachful, but otherwise normal voice. While he said this, he had his hard cock in front of him covered with one hand completely.

"Yes, Master. It's not your punishment you receive, which excites me. It's inside my pervy brain. I imagine it is I who get beaten,"
and bowed his head even deeper.

Shanish stepped behind Damian's, now limp, body, pulled him against his own body with one arm, snuggled up to him tenderly. He pressed his banana against Damian's backside into the cleft and started to wank Damian's drumstick.
"So you don't like caring, tenderness and kindness, do you?"
(Remember the way that Shanish has acted last time when they met: When Shanish tortured Damian's warts, which have been painfully excited all day and elongated by the nipple clamps with jewellery. )

Now Damian expected a punishment or pain and had become stiff as a stick. The sudden, tender embrace and friendly treatment of his limb surprised him completely. Damian had lost the overview and no longer knew what to expect or what to come.
He had given himself up completely, ready to "sell his soul".

Shanish let go of the hard, pulsating, awaiting member of Damian and moved his hand a bit down, covered Damians jewels and started rolling and kneading them carefully, tenderly.

"No.. no... no please! Not my balls... please... not not my balls!"
Damian begged nearly crying, terrified by the idea that they would be damaged, or hurt or to lose them. Probably thinking of his tied up eggs and Shanish's concern about sufficient blood circulation.

Instead Shanish used the other arm to enclose Damian's body tighter, still massaging the bag. Damian loosened up a bit and put his head at the shoulder behind him and sighed enjoyable, but was still at attention what may come.

With a last, tough squeeze Shanish let the balls go, which caused Damian's body to stiffen again.
But he relaxed visible, when Shanish's hand roamed upward, caressed the tummy. Tenderly stroked from the pubes upwards along the V, slowly circled the navel region.
"I'm not always interested in hard actions. I also love tenderness and soft touches."
Shanish whispered close to Damian's ear; the warm, exhaled breath made Damian shiver.
"IF you are willing to learn and to share your body with your teacher, AND your 'cousin' (as the islanders called each other), who will not be a master this time, we will show you my kind, soft side."

Damian's eyes showed his disbelief and suspicion at this kind words and actions of Shanish. He wanted to believe it, wanted to indulge in Shanish too. But the way he was last tormented by him, he could not trust the 'soft', tender Shanish. Even though Shanish's hands now caressed his entire upper body and gently excited his front, making all nerves ring inside Damian's fragile body.

One of Shanish's wandering hands had found a breast and now 'worked' at it, tenderly, carefully, but intensively. Damian's body had relaxed by the excitement and his sighs had become more often and louder.
Now Shanish lowered his hand again and slid slowly under the navel. In the hairless pubic region he stroked the skin. He let his fingers slide along the shaft and stroked him firm, but gently.
Shanish loosened the hold at that young body in front of him and stepped beside Damian.
One finger under Damians chin pulled him closer and brought the lips closer together, until they finally touched and locked.
They shared a deep, passionate kiss, the tongues fighting.

During Shanish's action with Damian, Iclayedlying comfortably on the bed, watching that hot scene of my lover and my student, my hand casually manipulating my half hard pecker. They where embracing tight, each one brushing from top to bottom the back of the other, still hard kissing. To observe them interacting was erotically in a special way.
Like the game of a cat and a mouse.
One dominant, strong and dangerous - the other submissive, weak and threatened.
Both of them willingly and voluntary in their roles...

"Are you both going to stand over there the whole day? Come to me. The bed is large enough for all of us and much more comfortable"
I invited them by making room and tapping on the blanket with one hand, holding my manhood upright with the other hand.

The lip lock was slowly, almost reluctantly, released, the eyes still stuck together. Shanish grabbed Damian's, hard, pulsating handle and dragged him in the direction of me.

"Come, Petit_la, let's lay down and enjoy the afternoon together".

Still being tugged, Damian followed Shanish to the bed.

"Please hold that, dear"
Shanish said, handed me the cock he was holding, into my hand and plopped himself near me. When he lay, he snuggled closer to me.
"Now you continue" he asked me.

To reach Damian's pole, I had sat up straight. Now I had this hot phallus in my hand with the lovely boy attached to it. This lovely boy was now near the former exclusive love nest of Shanish and me. The blankets which were still messed up, wrinkled, and smelled from our former activities and different body fluids.
Slowly, lazily I moved my hand back and forth two or three times, then I pulled on this wood and forced the connected body to fall on me. As he was about one head shorter than me, I grabbed into his armpits and pulled him up at me, until I could look directly into this scared eyes.
Nice side effect: our roots now touching.

I locked Damian with both arms down to my body, squeezed him a little and said
"Welcome, sweetie. Hope, you are not too shocked by that start ?"

He was still tense and awaiting, but as he rested on my body, he relaxed noticeably at the embrace. He snuggled up to me as if seeking protection.
"I was really a bit scared, at first, when I came in and you didn't reacted"
and continued with a look at Shanish:
"You were really not nice to me, lately. And how YOU approached me today, with your hand outstretched towards my balls, mishandled by you earlier.... I really feared a punishment and pain again!"

Shanish did not reply, just looked at him a little sadly.

"And your embrace didn't help me either. When you had my balls tight in your hand, I gave up, in my thoughts. I already saw them being squashed and useless. Then suddenly you caressed me lovingly and tenderly and you were so nice to me.... I was totally confused!"

Shanish reached out a hand - which caused Damian to try to back away from this possible aggressor. But because I didn't give him any room and held him, Shanish was able to touch him and stroke his back reassuringly.
"Was I really that creepy - I'm so sorry!"

Unexpectedly Damian struck my upper arm with his palm, making it clap.
"And my teacher just lay there and watching everything quietly and enjoying..."

Laughing, I pinched in one of his beautiful buttock halfs:
"One must never hit his teacher - except, one can stand the echo!",
and stroked the mistreated buttock shortly after.
"Ask Shanish about the consequences when you don't obey..."

Shanish curled up into a ball like a fetus as he recalled his punishments:
"You're better in a good relationship with your teacher. Otherwise you lose - always.
I've experienced it myself, unfortunately. Now I know better."

Shanish, still curled up, reached back, stroking his ass cheeks. Then he opened his legs, pulled his balls back so they were now on the back of his closed again thighs and caressed them.

"As I'm already allowed of asking you: Why was your Gogot already dripping, when you got up and came to me? Did teacher's actions excited you that much - or did you intended and imagined some painful 'fun' with me?"
Damian continued to ask, innocently and suspiciously.
Lazily he was stroking his chest and fingering his nipples.

I was glad to see that the two had finally made peace and were no longer master and slave. I was especially pleased that Damian even dared to talk to Shanish about something intimate or kinky. And that both of them, without paying attention to each other's actions, continued to make obscene and intimate love to themselves.
At body regions that were otherwise very private and usually hidden.

Shanish's face brightened, first grinning broadly and then laughing heartily. He made room between us, reached over Damian's back, and grabbed Damian's shoulder. Shanish rolled Damain off my body so that Damian was finally between us. The young body stretched out comfortably and relaxed, nestled between his friends and intimates.

With no sign of fear from Damian, Shanish's fist was allowed to close around Damian's pole and he began to rub it tenderly.
"When your body is caressed, stroked and teased all the time, then your body thinks it's nearly time to shoot and prepares for. But our dear friend, YOUR lovely teacher, always enjoys to stop, shortly before you get relief, and doesn't care about the pressure inside your reproduction system."

Damian laughed spitefully first, then winced, thinking he was too naughty and had gone too far. When nothing happened, he said
"Sorry, the laugh was mean, but if you can not come... I always wondered about the pain in the eggs when I used to play in the shower too much in former days. And I remember the day before the temple festival."

"Was the band tied too tight after all?" I immediately asked worried.

Damian continued:
"No, THAT was ok. But I was sooo horny in the evening and wanted to jerk off.

But my balls ached. Every time the skin tightened because my wiener was wanted to get hard and upright. So I stopped manipulating me. And because I couldn't finish, I had hurting, "blue", balls."

Shanish remarked:
"Hehe ... so now you know how the day went on the beach and how I felt about myself and my balls that night.
Right now I can still see the naked Pavan kneeling in the sand with his legs spread wide. The steel hard cock protruded in front of him. The jerking hand blurred by the rapid pumping. His fluids inseminated the innocent shells when he was done."

"Uhmm ... The idea that MY brother is THAT crazy, that horny, and jerking on a public beach ... woah ... too much information.
Fantasy overload. You should better stop rubbing me now, otherwise I will make some stains!"
Damian asked him kindly and breathed heavy in and out.

Shanish's eyes flashed, "Make some stains, please!"
and rubbed even harder on Damian's penis. Not just a stupid up and down. In between, he changed the pace or the grip, cared for a while only the edge of the glans, or the frenulum.

The way Damian had rolled between us, he was lying there with his legs tightly closed. I slipped away a little and made more space on the sheets. I grabbed one knee, spread his legs wide, and put one of his legs over me.
This allowed Shanish to reach and satisfy him better.
Legs spread, his knees wide open, eyes closed, Damian relished the attention with a satisfied, slight smile. As he neared the end, he wanted to close his already tensed legs instinctively. But we kept his knees apart by holding them with tight hands.

Shanish bent over Damian and whispered close to his ear:
"Petit_la { -> small one }, now YOUR not-so-small-thing is dripping!".
Moved down to the prick, licked the precum from the glans, and took the whole penis in his mouth finally.

Damian groaned, stammering:
"OMG! No ... Dont... don't stop! What are YOU doing to me. Be kind - don't bite him off."

As Shanish didn't interrupt his action, Damian pressed Shanish's head deeper down at his cock, trying to enter the experienced throat. To keep control, Shanish had took Damian's bag in his hand and enclosed tightly the jewels with his fingers.
Just in case Damian got too wild...

Luckily, Damian's cock was smaller than mine and Shanish was able to delight him with his mouth in its entirety soon. I knew from my own experience how good Shanish's mouth work was on a cock.
The young, inexperienced Damian could not endure these pleasures for long. Soon he was bucking and groaning.
He endured the sucking, licking chamber at his pride. Just when Shanish only had the tip between his lips, Damian reared back and moaned deeply. The piston pulsated, Shanish's throat showed me that he was swallowing.
His hand had come away from the marbles and was holding Damian's rod during the eruptions of boy juice. His tongue worked at the glans, his lips sucking with a soft, slurping sound.

When Damian was completely emptied and was licked dry, Shanish placed the used penis gently on Damian's stomach.
"That was good. He is sweet - eeh... He tasted sweet"
Shanish joked and licked the excess of sperm from his lips with relish.

"But once again ME had no relieve...",
he sighed, grabbed his own member and began to jack himself.

Although Damian was still a bit in his bliss and not fully conscious, he pulled his knees up, presented his back entrance, and said
"Stop rubbing yourself... Here's something much better for you."

Now I was totally lost and speechless.
The little, innocent, young boy who had been so closed and ashamed - offered himself and his boy pussy now? He wanted to be taken and fucked by someone other than me?

What did I do?
Where had this pure boy gone?
I turned this naïve boy into a sex-driven, cum-hungry monster.... a toy, a slut.

Also very surprised and almost scared of the offer, Shanish's jerking off movements froze and he stuttered:
"You want to... You want me to... I - YOU?"

Damian, almost casually, just said: "Yeah. Come to me. Come IN me"

Shanish still couldn't believe the offer. He gave to consider:
"But mine is fatter then your teacher's one! Ok, his is longer... but... but..."

"DO IT!" Damian nearly screamed by lust.
"I wanted to do it again today and I prepared myself completely for my teacher. I am clean inside and I am stretched."
(Giggles)
"I wanted to invite my teacher to do me again. But now that you are, unexpectedly, here too, it's all the better. Then my 'cousin' can finally have my ass and fuck me too! I will learn to accept an other cock.
And feel an different intruder. And I will maybe get new sensations"

Now there was no stopping for Shanish. He grabbed the lube, crawled between the still up held legs, until he was in front of the hole. Warily he smeared Damian's pussy and penetrated with one finger. Astonished at the ease, he said to me:
"He's really prepared and wide!" and once again invaded it, now with two fingers.

Only at the third finger Damian showed a short reaction, narrowing his eyes, opening them again. He looked directly at Shanish and again demanded:
"Stop the foreplay. I am open, as I said. Come! Come to me and cum in me!"

I kept in the background and let them do it by themselfs.
But I observed Damian's reactions to the applied actions closely. Especially Shanish's behaviour, his movements. I always expected a rough play - indicating that the other side, the kinky, sadistic side of Shanish had won.

Only when Shanish oiled his own, bent thickness, I calmly spoke up:
"Go slowly, wait for him, please!"

By then the tip of his exposed penis tip was already touching the entrance, waiting to be pushed through the pinkish orifice. Slowly he sank steadily and without much resistance into Damian. When the edge of the glans disappeared in the ring,
Damian briefly made only a satisfied "Yessss".
Shanish paused and did not move. He wanted to give Damian some time to get used to his thick member inside him.
Instead of being patient, Damian prepared to get more of Shanish's joystick.
From the visibly working muscles of his bum cheeks I could tell that he was relaxing himself intentionally. His hands on Shanish's horny ass pushed him closer and deeper into himself.
Shanish buried himself deeper into Damian until he could give him no more and their hips touched. Knowing it was still one of Damian's first times and knowing about his own thickness, he asked as a precaution:
"Are you all right? Still comfortable?"

"Wait a second,"
Damian lay still, then he wiggled his pelvis, pinched his ass cheeks together and relaxed again. Curious, and to prove it, he used his
index fingers to feel the slippery boundary between his own pussy and Shanish's banana inside him. Satisfied, he remarked:
"Yes. Finally you are also completely in me. Yours feels good, too. Now fuck me!
Fuck me good, deep and hard!"

That's what Shanish did. He started slowly and penetrated carefully. As if he was afraid to hurt 'Petit'.

In between Damian looked at me, smiled happily and while squeezing my hand, he threw me a kiss. Then he grabbed Shanish's butt again and demanded a faster pace and harder thrusts from him.
Shanish repeated his slow movements several times until he felt Damian's body finally succumb to the invading thick, curved cock.
Soon the wet, sticky sound of the erection sliding in and out of the teen's ass filled the room. Accompanied by Damian's sharp, short sounds and moans as well as the clapping of skin on skin.
The power of the fucking movements slowly pushed Damian to the headboard. Shanish paused, held Damian's by the hips and pulled Damian back into place. Again ramming his rod deep into that hungry ass.
He kept fucking and soon gasped, "I'm about to cum..."
Shanish moaned up deeply and wanted to withdraw.
He wanted to baptise Damian by splashing his juice over Damian's sac and tummy.

But Damian pressed him back into his intestines:
"Come inside me. Squirt into me! I want it. Your seeds should be implanted in me. Ensemine mwa { -> Fertilize me! }"!

At this request, Shanish pulled out once again, shoving his cock back balls deep inside Damian. After two more small thrusts, a "Mon dieuuu" indicated his eruption. Shortly after, he collapsed on top of Damian, falling on top of him and twitched his pelvis with several moans.

That's why the orgasm is called in French "le petite mort" - "The little death"?

Tenderly I stroked the back of my still cramping sweetheart, enjoyed his happiness and satisfaction.
And I was happy about my 'naughty' student, the previously innocent, uneducated, unsuspecting Petit_la. Obviously he had learned some new skills and knew by now to use them at others.

With a "Wow. You're a good fun"
my beloved Shanish came back to earth. He lifted his head and attempted to raise his hips to free his tail.
"And I feel, I haven't even gotten really soft..."

Right, he was still trapped inside Damian by the clenched sphincter.

Damian was also able to speak again:
"But now I have to take care of my teacher's needs and thank him,"

He tensed his pelvic muscles and squeezed the semi-hard intruder out of his ass.
Along with a good portion of semen that ran down his crack.

Shanish lifted himself from my 'pupil' and rolled onto the bed sheet next to him with a "oooff".
Relaxed he enjoyed the afterglow of the just happened stimulations, caressing closed eyes his own torso.

Damian looked at me: "Now it's your turn!" he announced with a mischievous grin when he was set free.

I started to move and wanted to mount him.

But Damian pushed me down with some force back into the lying position.
"Please stay lying down and let me do it all! ...If you don't mind that my favourite cousin, your lover, had just prepared and lubed me for you"

He took the lubricant and rubbed it onto my upright, enjoying treating him. Then he lifted one leg over me to my other side, squatted with his hole over my peak, aimed and drove me into him with a swift rush.
Everything in.
All of my hard, glorious flesh, in one merciless, self-despising movement.

When his pussy was down at my prong, and my prong up inside him, his balls on my pubes bone, he suddenly wailed quietly
"ou ou ouch ... You're really some longer!"
He lifted himself a bit, then dropped back again on me completely.
"mmh, it feels sooo good to have a piece of you inside me".
He enjoyed the sensations of my invaded cock motionless for some time.

I tensed and relaxed my erected one a bit inside him, to match it into the warm, still slippery cavern.

When had Damian climbed over me he had looked me firmly in the eyes and met my gaze. Smiled while impaling himself.
Now he leaned his head down to me and said under multiple kisses:
"Thank you. Thank you again and again. ...for letting me be your student. ...for your patience and tenderness. Thank you.
You took the small gift of my innocence and made good use of it. I'm proud YOU had made me a man."

He gave me one last kiss, straightened up again and started using my rod. Again and again he drove it all the way in, then rubbed only the tip with his anus. Or he would cover me completely, stopping the piston movements and using his inner muscles to stimulate me. Sometimes all at the same time.

I remained lying motionless and left him in command. At the beginning he supported himself with his straight arms pressed to my chest, concentrating to keep the fluid, unhindered motion of the piston. Closed eyes he concentrated to feel the smooth rubbing.

When Damian was sure to do it right and fluent, he took his arms from my chest. Putting his palms at his thighs of his kneeling legs, he sped up, glided at my proud up and down, and nailed himself unrestrained.
His hummings and moanings changed into a shorter, higher squeaks.

Although I was very excited, I could still manage to control myself. To give him enough pleasure and sensations, to reach his goal by himself. I forced myself to relax again and again.

His up to now dancing, half hard, noodle suddenly thickened and stiffened even more. Damian shuddered and let out a high pitched scream, as his orgasm wracked his young body and his sperm erupted from his loaded balls.
"Ooouuiii!", as another load of gooey teen cum sprayed from his cock.

He discharged himself on my belly, one squirt shot up to my shoulder, the strings of sperm forming a line down to my navel by several spurts.

Damian's chute spasmed around my prong, as he still pistoned in and out on me. The gripping sensations of his anus and the milking action of his hole pushed me over the edge.
His face becoming blurred in front of me, my orgasm rolled up from deep inside. Tightening my grip on Damian's hips, I gave one final thrust and ground my hips against his buttocks as my prong forcefully sprayed five or more healthy jets of spunk deep inside the teenager's bottom.
I had to let go of his hips and had to use my arms to stop him from sliding down from me, my throbbing limb still remained in him. In his joy and ecstasy he had involuntarily completely relaxed his body and was like unconscious.

It took quite some time for our breathing to return to normal. Once it had, I began to pull my softening penis from Damian's arse. As I finally pulled free from the bruised, puffy, wrinkled pucker, a mixture of juices and lube seeped out of his well fucked hole.

Exhausted, Damian collapsed now. Carefully, tenderly, I let him slip onto the sheet. His limp, totally soft body spread flat on his back, next to Shanish.

I sighed contentedly, as I looked over at him. His chest heaving and sinking, as if he gasped heavily for air. We three were silent for several minutes, Damian casually running his fingers at his thighs and inbetween, and smiled.

"Uhm, Damian - are you okay?"
I asked worried after a while, rolling onto my side to have a better look at him.

Damian moved to face me and nodded his head.
"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm fine, very fine - trè trè Bon. Don't worry"

"I hope I didn't hurt you back there and, uh, I hope you don't regret what you just did, as rough and intense as it was at the end."

Damian moved his head forwards, pressing his lips against mine.
"No," he said. "No regrets and no pain. Otherwise I wouldn't have taken the lead... It was really great and I could only enjoy - and it was pure joy".

Shanish moved and snuggled up to one side of Damian, I to the other.
Silently we enjoyed our closeness and security, the intimacy of the others body.

An aggressive knocking at the door invaded our intimacy and common satisfaction.
Shanish shot up, naked as he was, shouting angrily:
"Who the hell is THAT now?",
and opened the door to a, by the naked greeting, stunned Pavan.

"Do I disturb .... oops. I guess I AM disturbing"
when he also saw Damian and me completely naked laying close on the bed.
Turned his head and looked from top to bottom at Shanish's naked beauty.
His stare kept stuck to the still lubed, shining cock.

"Sorry, we haven't had a shower yet." Shanish tried to apologize grinningly.

"WE, we haven't showered yet," Pavan echoed in a sarcastic voice after discovering that Damian's and my cocks were also shining.
"Then I guess I'm late again," he said sadly.
"I guess everyone has had their fun here - except me."

Giggling, Damian remarked mischievously:
"That doesn't have to be a disadvantage for you."
He stood up and grabbed behind the belt of the jeans into his brother's trousers lap.
"Look at it this way: All are ready for everything..."

"...ready for anything..." Pavan mimicked Damian ironically.
"I believe that. These two perverts will do ANYthing... But yooouuu?"

Considering Damian's changes during the 'lessons' and the our activities of the last few minutes, I laughed:
"Be careful! ...maybe you don't know your brother that well"

"Oh, him, ... just another innocent daisy" Pavan commented disparagingly.

"Enough talking!" Damian announced in a firm and strong but angry voice.

"Exactly. You also undressing now, Pavan" Shanish demanded "or should we help you?"
and had already grabbed the rim of the t-shirt and pulled it up over the head of the totally surprised Pavan. At the same time Damian took his hand out of Pavan's pants and began to unbutton Pavan's crotch.

Completely shocked by the sudden actions, Pavan let everything happen.
Soon he stood only with bare skin above his feet, his pants around the ankles.

"Come on, come to me," I finally asked him.

At last Pavan moved again, got out of his shoes and stepped out of his pants.
"Now I feel a bit better. By all this perv nudity here."

The previously so timid, uptight Damian grabbed the free hanging, growing, fraternal penis: "You'll feel even better soon..."

Moaning, Pavan half-heartedly protested:
"Heyyy - what are you doing at mine? Touching your brother's satisfier-for-all-girls."
But he accepted Shanish's hand on his butt silently, which was now pushing him towards the bed.

Damian grinned cheeky at Pavan: "You'll be surprised what else I'll touch soon ..."

Still lying on the bed, I grabbed again a penis that stretched out to me - Pavan's.
The second one, today. At eye level and within reach.

"Then I can continue where you left off, Damian" and I played with three fingers at Pavan's glans.

But I did not have much time for that. Shortly after I started stimulate him, Pavan, Damian and Shanish fell to the bed.

Although usually being a bottom himself, Shanish grabbed Pavan's buttock cheeks, caressed and kneaded them intensely.

"Oh damn ... I was never that fast ready for everything" Pavan remarked.

In addition, his groin lines were now kissed by Damian's lips and licked by his tongue.
Pavan's full splendour imposantly protruded, and my fingers slid smoothly over his tip now, thanks to the natural lubrication already leaking out of him.

Damian turned, got on his knees on the bed in front of Pavan, bent forward and presented his ass, his hole twitching.
Then he reached between his legs, fingered and felt his boy pussy, checking for lubricity by inserting his middle finger.
Finally he took his lose hanging boy appendages protectively in his hollow hand.

"What... what... is YOU doing.. moun fou { -> crazy man } ???"
stuttered Pavan in amazement, looking at the presented view, not 2 feet in front of him, with big eyes.

"I'm checking if I'm ready for you. Now finally do what you've secretly wanted to do for a long time and what I've been waiting for just as long",
came Damian's firm voice out of the pillows.

"I shall you... You want me to... ?" Pavan couldn't believe it.

Shanish sighed only
"oooh yes - he wants. He really wants it. He is obviously in heat today. Even brother's cock is welcome today. Still waters run deep ... "

I giggled: "And that in the most literal sense of the word!".

Seriously I continued, addressed to Pavan:
" 'Petit_la' is no longer a 'Little One'. Not a kid any longer. Not unknowing anymore. Not innocent any more.
He has learned, experienced and tried a lot over the last few days. Above all: He is no longer afraid.
NO fear anymore ... to talk, to jerk off, to suck, to fuck, to enjoy whatever HE wants"

Shanish added giggling: "...and no inhibitions or restraints!"

"But... But I can't... He is my beloved brother! mon frér.... I don't want to hurt him!
He is still so tiny ... my little brother. I should protect and secure him! "
came his weak attempts for defense by Pavan.
And much quieter:
"Yes, he was always hot, sexy and seductive for me for a long time..."

Damian said almost angrily:
"And YOUR brother wants it that way now! NOW!!! And YOUR brother has been waiting for you and YOUR hard wiener for so long! Now take me!"

Pavan had already been pushed into position by Shanish's leading and pulling hand and smeared up by me.
Totally prepared his hard manhood only needed to penetrate.
Pavan grabbed Damian's pelvic bone for support and pushed his loin forward.
"YOU've asked for this part of me - I wanted that part of you!"
He was already penetrating with his glans. Silent he moved forward, took his place.

When he had completely sunk in, Damian only sighed: "Finally!" and started to move his ass.

Pavan synchronized his pushes with Damian's pelvis and groaned,
"Damn, you're good at this!"

As I had experienced earlier, Damian liked to enjoy not silently. He liked to get noisy, now he sighed at each thrust.
"yesss ... oh ... good ... more... aaah"

Shanish had laid down to me and hugged me. We looked silently at the moving, excited bodies, and Shanish played with his bowed member. "Come on, do it me, too" he asked me.
He lay down on his stomach and put cushions under him in position.

Without much foreplay I shoved into him and said: "Let's do it..."

Damian turned his head and smiled at us.
"That's so hot... Nearly enough for me to cum now. Finally to see my dear teacher and his lover are doing it, while getting fucked myself!"
He withdrew his ass from Pavan battering stick. First he kissed Shanish brotherly, then me, but longer and more intensely.
Seriously and dreamily he said to us:
"You made my dream come true."
Without further ado, he lay on his back, lifted his legs, opened the back door and asked Pavan:
"Make meeeee", so that Pavan impaled him again.

Soon Pavan mumbled, while drilling into Damian, "I can not ..."

I stopped my own motions and was worried that he was now in doubt because he would soon inseminate his own brother, and would stop fucking him.

Shanish was also surprised at the remark:
"Can not he, really? - But he is doing it - and doing it good!"

My rod was going again and before we could think any further, it came again:
"... I can't ..."

Very soon, as a deep moan, by Pavan: "...hold it back anymore ... aaaaah"

Damian joint in: "Don't... hold ... Yessss ... meeeeee cuuums"

With their hugging arms, interlocked hips, and knotted legs the two of them formed a tight knot. Only the heads stuck out, moves, kissed.

I rushed to complete my work inside Shanish to be able to observe the two horny stallions further.

Damian and Pavan had forgotten everything around them in the bliss and were in their own world of caressing, kissing and now cautious, gentle thrusts.
Despite their intimacy Pavan undocked himself, they split up, and Pavan laid down beside Damian relaxed.
"Everything OK with you?" he asked Damian tenderly.

"I'm good, only that I was not done yet ..." Damian commented disappointed.

Amazed and disbelieving, Pavan felt at Damian's penis, still hard and standing.
"Oh my God... You can still do it! What have they made of you? An insatiable fucking machine, a tail-hungry monster, a seeds robber" he giggled.

"Stop lamenting, now it's your turn!", Damian lifted Pavan's legs and rubbed gel into the now accessible hole.

No doubt, that he was probably rather rough with his demanding fingers, because Pavan jerked a few times and inhaled sharply.

"Ready?" Damian asked and without waiting for an answer, he let his member take the lead.
Slowly but incessantly, he impaled Pavan now. After he bottomed, he withdraw immediately. Then he hurried in and out again and again, fucked like a rabbit. As aroused and excited as he was, he couldn't last long.
"Now... Now it's my turn. Now I give it to you!"

Pavan howled under the hard, fast stinging limb. Nevertheless, he pressed Damian's pelvis against him and demanded all he had from him. After three more hard, short and fast, injecting thrusts, Damian collapsed on top of the punched body. The big brother placed Damian's limp body comfortably at himself, the hard breathing and panting head on his chest.
He tenderly stroked his arms and upper body.
"Damain, mwa petit la... mon dieu!... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
he started to apologize stuttering.
"I love you. I love you more than just as a brother. I wanted to do that for a long, long time. When I was at home from the hotel, I was always horny when I saw you walking around half naked - as hot as YOU look".

"Why? Why didn't you... Why you haven't... You could have..."
Damian started sobbing, overwhelmed by the last experiences, the emotions and the confession of his beloved, secretly desired brother.
"You could have always had me. Since long ago. ALWAYS. I thought you didn't like me. I always thought I was too small for you.... Just a KID, just another boyo"
and started crying bitterly, his whole, slim, young, body trembled.

When I saw this physical and spiritual intimacy, when I was allowed to witness the just performed, forbidden love between these two brothers, I whispered to Shanish:
"I knew something was deeply hidden when I saw and met Pavan and Damian for the very first time. That scene in the street cafe made me wondering"

Shanish admitted, also whispering:
"I was with them so many times, so many times alone with one of them. I never noticed anything and Pavan never hinted at anything. There were never lusting glances or lewd comments... from non of them."

Shanish and I felt sorry for the two who were not allowed to be together, who were not allowed to come together. Neither allowed by the parents, nor the law.

We lovingly touched Pavan and Damian wherever we could reach, during our whispered conversation. We wanted them to feel safe and comfortable - and to recognize: We brothers are here in an open minded, liberal, accepting surrounding. To let them know everything is fine - whatever they want and do.
It was ok in Shanish's and my presence, because we gave them an intimal and discreet spot.

Damian was still crying hard, his body shaking and tense slightly as he sobbed up.

Pavan stroked him gently and tried to calm him down.
"Tou ca bien... calmè... tous bien... { -> Everything is fine, calm down, everything is fine }"
he whispered again and again.

When Pavan continued speaking, he had a lump in his throat.
"I ALWAYS felt attracted to you and wanted to be near you, to be naughty with you... you... you know... Maman et Papa.....
I was terribly afraid for you. How would they react if they found out?
If they would find out that not only I am gay - but YOU too !?! And then we have also sex with each other... among brothers!
We would have been rejected and cast out. You could have ended up on the street as an orphan.
I did not want that to happen to you!
I have always wanted you... always loved you... desired you... always wanted to, but.... I never dared to..."
The last words hardly came out, so often he failed.

"Ahbik, mwa grand, fo frer!" { -> I love you, my big, strong brother! }
was the only answer from Damian, feeling safe, content and satisfied now.

( - FIN ? - )

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