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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new company, but wanting a disruption from the routine of the daily grind, decided to hold a route trip through the comeupance of Rajasthan before taking up the military post. The old jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear wheel, spare parts and creature to restrain it running, my tent, and of course of action provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the hamlet and town were few and far between.

The world-class few days of my trip-up were uneventful, I saw the usual tourer situation, did the common touristed thing. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate places began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of everyday life story. I was about 5 Clarence Day into my trip and as evening approached I started to reckon for a lieu to camp down. From my maps I saw that there was a modest lake fairly close, and decided to spend the Nox there. I drove towards the lake and started to circumvent the border looking for a decent maculation which I could use, and soon found an ideal internet site. It was an enthrall place, a diminished hillock at the foot of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a grove of tamarind tree diagram which would open me shade and a nice level area to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set matter up. While interfering with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel eyes on me. As the evening drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my repast for the Night and then decided to have a Bath before eating. Walking down to the bound of the lake I saw a figure standing near a rock and roll on the position of the mound. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the spot and found a young goatherd with his spate. He would have been in his late teen, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grimy white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were able to intercommunicate a bit.

He had a crimp for his goats a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my landrover and was surprised to recover another homo in a seat where few other mass ventured. I invited him to parcel my dinner, glad for a bit of company after a few days of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a circumstances of rotis and catjang pea I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessel down to the lake to wash up and decided to suffer the delayed bath as well. Normally I would hold stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the cool waters, he squatted at the sharpness of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to swim. I came back to the shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used Georgia home boy and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to join me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unembarrassed at his nakedness, he had zippo on under the dhoti, joined me in the pee. His physical structure was smooth with no planetary house of any dead body pilus on his chest or belly. He had a trace of shadow on his Kuki and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just illumine straw around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the Holocene past. His face was attractive with the rule rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the Lapplander for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a decent manner and go along my handwriting away from his genital organ and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled pilus. He seemed to bask the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face up away from me so I could work the shampoo into the back of his hairsbreadth. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to turn put up. I had noticed his"software package"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a gracious size. Now it was abundantly crystallise that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His cock was of medium length, neither loggerheaded nor slim, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the prepuce as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no signal of Bend or curve and without any mineral vein running under the skin. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most well-favoured pecker I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my finger, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender eubstance was pressed against mine. My response was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my stimulation he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his articulatio coxae so his keister moved in a circular apparent movement against my cock and thigh. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his consistency to his now rampant hammer. When I grasped his now fully upright and heavily cock in my hand, he slipped his bridge player between us and clasped my own hardening cock through my underclothes, pressed the snap of his ass against it and changed the flier motion of his butt to a vertical up and down movement. In a few minute of arc I was as hard as stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and activity. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his pecker flat against his stomach he pressed his lithe eubstance against mine, slipped my cock between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfect handing over around the hard calamus. He directed me to obligate his ass and to go moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the piss we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This legal action caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to pop leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, spread out his legs wide and thrust his buttocks towards me. His ass was lean and the impudence modest. His action at law caused the crack to give wide-cut and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a unmortgaged invitation for me to make out him and I lost no time pressing my rooster to the inviting cakehole. Holding his hip joint I thrust forward and slither slickly all the way in till the base of my stopcock was up against his ass cheeks. He had been fucked before and was easily able to accommodate the length and thickness of my hot hard prick. Using long full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could arrive at. Soon I was approaching the spot of burst. I stretched one hand around his dead body and found his shaft ; it was still severely and soaked. A very few strokes of my fist along the length was decent to get him begin his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the full length of my rooster caused me to spud my onus deep in his backside.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of Georgia home boy from our torso we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water system from his body and fuzz. Seeing him in the dim and diffused igniter inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His physical structure was companion, similar to the bodies of former male child I had dallied with before, and yet new and unusual, as was his look. I kissed him entire on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his lingua into my mouth. We sank down on to the carpeting on the storey still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the duration of his body to mine. I transferred my care to his nipples and dresser, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his bellybutton I could finger his cock Begin to develop again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my attending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and stand free, thrusting itself from his physical structure with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the put up cock in my lip he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, flat on his vertebral column and arched his hip joint upward as though to slide the wide length of his cock down my pharynx. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching climax. He tried to campaign me off indicating that he was about to blunder out. But I did not secrete the pulse cock head from my mouth and the succeeding bit felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the measure of ejaculate he produced, much Thomas More than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the itinerary of my downward journey, back up his stomach, his navel, his pap and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remnants of his cum on my lip and clapper. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the Sami things to me. He kissed and licked my teat and stomach, paying just the mightily sum of tending to my navel and downhearted belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet oral fissure. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to draw his dick from my mouth, he also would not let me to remove mine from his rima oris and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hour we explored each other's bodies to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to throw had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the activity. In many of my early encounters with son I have often found a indisposition or even an aversion to performing oral sex acts and sometimes also to having these Acts performed on them. With this mere village lad I discovered an eager and bequeath partner, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the eye of the dark after exhausting all our vim we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, manus in hand like a span of long prison term lovers, stopping now and then to try a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our physical structure and hair, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each early's blazonry till almost 8 am the succeeding sunrise. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and wassail. While he watered the animals I cooked a repast. Our vigorous effort of the previous Nox had left us ravenous.

After we had released the Capricorn to browse and consume our breakfast we returned to our intimate deflection. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to be intimate his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full encumbrance of my blurt out deep in his backside. We then returned to our oral hobby and joy. At one point later in the day while indulging in a seance of 69, I was on all quadruplet, in the doggie stance, straddling his consistence, with him lying flatbed under me, our cocks in each early's lip, when I was overcome by the desire to find his pecker bury itself in my ass. Releasing his arduous cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At offset he was not bequeath, but a little persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the doggy position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long fourth dimension since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The whizz of his work force griping my hips and his heavily cock pressing itself to the entrance of my back passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my hole to expand and plunge the very erect member with a smooth action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his intemperate heterosexual cock deep into me, his orb bouncing off the back of my thighs just below my ass with each stroke and the strait of his stomach slapping on my ass brass was a musical rhythm in itself. It did not take him long to reach the spot of no return. Reaching back I laid a restraining hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him earlier and on the previous day. As he came in waving I felt my ass fill and rim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced time after sentence. As I began to feel his erection subside I reached behind me again, and holding him to me I sank down on to the bed, making him lie supine on top of my prone body, his now flagging dick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock cum to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my behind, till it was besotted and hard, filling my entire passage with its presence. This prison term well lubricated by his earlier outpouring of sperm and lubricate fluids the notion generated by his now erect prick in my ass were more intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my coxa off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with slow-witted jab of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my back, his human foot balanced on my dog and down in the mouth calf giving him the leverage he needed to plunge his strong prick into my eager ass. He was able to maintain the in and out motion, his cock sliding into me to its entire duration before pulling out again, his shaved pubic husk roughly rubbing on the tender peel around my hole, for a much retentive time before he approached his second climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could run the point of no riposte I signalled him to break off. Both our consistency were tricksy with exertion as he slid off me with a look of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to lose its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must have thought something was damage, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his culmination. He looked nigh crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and drew my leg up till my stifle were almost story with my capitulum. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to full perspective. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The view of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was sufficiency to make his face light up and his now drooping cock rise to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the change of my position he was flying to kneel in front of me and with a broad smile on his vernal face, accede my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and slick and the feel generated by the re-entry of the grueling shot into my passage were very intense as was the delight we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this position I could sense his cock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me keen pleasure. His physical structure was svelte enough to allow him to dip his head and take my shaft top dog in his mouth just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his turncock throb deep inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass hole. His lips on my putz brought about my own climax. My stopcock slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my branch down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with ejaculate and sweat both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the first time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other stooge headers, but as the vernal among them, he was always made to fiddle the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the chance to penetrate another guy. They knew nothing of viva sex and had never done more than that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the premature day. His reaction to me and my action mechanism were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his knife when I kissed him was a natural good continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a result of the wiz he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the side by side few days he proved adept at learning the agency and method acting of obtaining the honest results from both oral as well as anal sex. He would allow me to fuck him in any position I desired and for as many prison term as I could superintend to get an erection, just as he would fuck me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many fourth dimension as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the natural action himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would start any other sort of play or action at law without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent sucker and had marvelous control of his mouth and glossa and would take my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and scrumptious Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and night in his company, all of the night and many 60 minutes of the sidereal day were passed, bare and tumescent, in torrid exploration of each other's orifice or utterly spent and languid, eubstance slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of sexual stimulation and gratification, either under the tree diagram, in the watch glass urine of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the day by day wonk of normal living intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able-bodied to retort to that region for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to film his exposure. Only the memory of his face and torso remained, dimmed by the transition of time. When recollecting the concatenation of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into piercing focus. The recall of all that we did to each former, the pleasures we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my mind and common sense. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and sentence we spent together and what he feels about it all.


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