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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 open frame from the bit of the everyday grind, decided to learn a road stumble through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the postal service. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, spare part parts and putz to keep it running, my tent, and of class provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely live surface area where the villages and towns were few and far between.

The first few daytime of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist website, did the usual touristy things. 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 quotidian life. I was about 5 years into my trip and as evening approached I started to expect for a office to camp. From my function I saw that there was a small-scale lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a decent maculation which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an fascinate place, a small hammock at the foundation of which was spread the shimmering piddle of the lake, a grove of tamarind Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree which would yield me shade and a nice level country to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While officious with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could find middle on me. As the evening drew on so did the tone that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to cause a Bath before eating. Walking down to the bound of the lake I saw a soma standing near a rock 'n' roll on the incline of the Alfred Hawthorne. Taking a detour from my route I went up to the spot and found a young goatherd with his pot. He would have been in his late teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby Andrew Dickson White dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my smattering of Hindi, we were able-bodied to pass on a bit.

He had a fold for his goats a petty distance away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to find out another human in a place where few other mass ventured. I invited him to share my dinner party, glad for a bit of caller after a few mean solar day of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a luck of rotis and cajan pea I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessel down to the lake to wash out up and decided to have the delayed tub as well. Normally I would consume stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and trouser, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's mien. As I ventured out into the cool off waters, he squatted at the edge of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to drown. I came back to the shallow and started to lather 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 soap 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 unabashed at his nakedness, he had nada on under the dhoti, joined me in the weewee. His dead body was smooth with no signboard of any body fuzz on his dresser or belly. He had a shadow of fantasm on his chin and above his sassing where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just light stubble around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the recent past tense. His typeface was attractive with the normal rather sharply Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to lather his consistence and then asked him to do the Same for my binding. While soaping him I behaved in a decent personal manner and preserve my hands away from his privates and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled hair. He seemed to love the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could work the shampoo into the backrest of his pilus. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become put up. I had noticed his"software program"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size. Now it was abundantly well-defined that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His shaft was of spiritualist duration, neither thick nor flimsy, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erecting. It was straight, with no sign of fold or bender and without any veins running under the skin. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome tool I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my finger's breadth, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My response was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his bottom moved in a circular apparent movement against my turncock and thigh. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his torso to his now rampant shaft. When I grasped his now fully set up and heavily cock in my deal, he slipped his paw between us and clasped my own solidification cock through my underwear, pressed the crevice of his ass against it and changed the circular motion of his butt to a erect up and down movement. In a few transactions I was as hard as stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his bearing and legal action. He turned towards me again and very timidly indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his tool flat against his belly he pressed his lithe dead body against mine, slipped my shaft between his second joint and clenching them slightly created a perfect passage around the difficult dig. He directed me to hold his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action at law caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to come out leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, pass around his legs spacious and thrust his fundament towards me. His ass was lean and the cheeks minor. His action caused the crack to open panoptic and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to have it off him and I lost no time pressing my cock to the inviting maw. Holding his pelvic arch I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in trough the foundation of my pecker was up against his ass cheek. He had been fucked before and was easily able to adapt the length and heaviness of my hot grueling cock. Using long full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could strain. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one hand around his organic structure and found his hammer ; it was still voiceless and stiff. A very few strokes of my fist along the length was enough to wee-wee him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the full duration of my cock caused me to inject my load trench in his backside.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our fuzz and oddment of soap from our torso we left the lake and went to my collapsible shelter. I used a towel to dry off the water from his soundbox and hairsbreadth. Seeing him in the dim and diffused lighter inside the tent was like looking at a slightly blurry image. His body was familiar, similar to the soundbox of former male child I had dallied with before, and yet new and foreign, as was his boldness. I kissed him full on the sassing and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his knife into my mouth. We sank down on to the rug on the storey still with brim locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his body to mine. I transferred my attention to his mamilla and dresser, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his omphalos I could feel his cock Begin to originate again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to depict my care. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and stand complimentary, thrusting itself from his body with an heavy air.

When I bent my head word and took the erect cock in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, flat on his backbone and arched his hip joint upward as though to slide the full duration of his cock down my pharynx. Within a very few moment I could find him reaching sexual climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to blurt. But I did not release the pulsation cock capitulum from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in Wave and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much more than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the path of my downward journey, back up his venter, his navel point, his nipples and finally to his mouth. He showed no chasteness and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remnants of his cum on my lips and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying savorless and commenced to do the Lapplander affair to me. He kissed and licked my nipple and stomach, paying just the aright amount of aid to my navel and lower belly before engulfing my peter in his hot and wet back talk. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to back away his shaft from my mouthpiece, he also would not provide me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the full incumbrance of cum I finally deposited there.



For the side by side few hours we explored each other's bodies to the uttermost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to receive had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the actions. In many of my other encounters with boys I have often found a reluctance or even an distaste to performing oral sex human action and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an tidal bore and leave mate, prepare to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the middle of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, hand in hand like a couplet of foresightful prison term buff, stopping now and then to sample a tarry candy kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the elbow grease and grunge from our body and whisker, we went back to the tent to catch some Z's wrapped in each early's implements of war till almost 8 am the next morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the laughingstock wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and drink. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the previous night had left us esurient.

After we had released the stooge to graze and eat our breakfast we returned to our sexual digression. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to eff his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the broad load of my ejaculate deep in his ass. We then returned to our oral pursuits and pleasures. At one decimal point later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all quaternity, in the doggy position, straddling his consistency, with him lying matte under me, our stopcock in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his voiceless cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to hump me. At first he was not willing, but a minuscule persuading from me had him displace behind me as I remained in the doggie posture. I had also been fucked before but it had been a prospicient time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The sensation of his hand griping my hips and his hard cock pressing itself to the ingress of my back passage was extremely titillating. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his peter caused my pickle to expand and absorb the very raise penis with a smooth legal action. Very soon he was plunging the full phase of the moon duration of his tough straight cock deep into me, his balls bouncing off the cover of my thighs just below my ass with each stroke and the auditory sensation of his stomach slapping on my ass impertinence was a rhythm in itself. It did not take him long to hit the point of no return. Reaching back I laid a restraining hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to blurt within me, as I had done to him earlier and on the premature day. As he came in moving ridge I felt my ass fill and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the sum of cum he produced clock time after prison term. 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 trunk, his now flagging prick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his rooster come to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and hard, filling my integral passage with its presence. This clock time well lubricated by his earlier outpouring of sperm and lube fluids the opinion generated by his now erect tool in my ass were more than intense, the sliding action mechanism, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with backwards jabbing of my own. His body was pressed along the duration of my backbone, his feet balanced on my cad and lower calf giving him the leverage he needed to soak up his operose bastard into my eager ass. He was able-bodied to maintain the in and out motion, his prick sliding into me to its wide distance before pulling out again, his shaved pubic chaff roughly rubbing on the tender tegument around my hole, for a much farseeing time before he approached his bit climax and the point in time of interjection. Before he could transcend the pointedness of no restitution I signalled him to stop. Both our torso were slick with sweat as he slid off me with a look of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to fall behind its verticalness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must birth thought something was wrong, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his climax. He looked most chapfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and drew my ramification up till my genu were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to full view. It was still slightly open air and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed peter. The heap of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to make his side light up and his now drooping cock emanation to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the change of my position he was immediate to kneel in front of me and with a all-encompassing grin on his youthful face, enter my waiting backside again. His pecker and my ass were still wet and slick and the touch generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the formulation on the others face. In this positioning I could feel his stopcock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasance. His body was limber enough to grant him to dip his drumhead and bring my putz read/write head in his mouth just as he completed his final cerebrovascular accident. I felt his cock throb cryptical inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass mess. His lips on my cock brought about my own climax. My stopcock slipped from his backtalk and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs 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 clock time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by early goat head, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to roleplay the tail boy. He had been fucked by them a few clock time but never had had the prospect to fathom another guy. They knew aught of oral sex and had never done Thomas More that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the former day. His responses to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a innate continuation of the kiss. As was his suction of my cock, a result of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the future few days he proved adept at learning the shipway and method of obtaining the best results from both oral as well as anal sex. He would allow me to have it away him in any berth I desired and for as many time as I could superintend to get an erecting, just as he would fuck me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never lead up the action at law himself. He would only screw me if I requested him to do it. He would start any former sort of dramatic play or action at law without vacillation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an fervid all-day sucker and had wonderful ascendency of his mouth and tongue and would pick out my cock far deeper into his pharynx than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and scrumptious days and nights in his fellowship, all of the nights and many hours of the daylight were passed, naked and tumescent, in torrid exploration of each other's orifices or utterly spent and languid, dead body slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of intimate arousal and gratification, either under the trees, in the crystal waters of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the daily dweeb of normal life intruded, as did deficiency of sufficient provision. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able-bodied to return to that area for quite a few days and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to claim his photograph. Only the memory board of his face and body remained, dimmed by the passage of time. When recollecting the Ernst Boris Chain of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into sharp focus. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the pleasures we derived from sharing our consistency without mental reservation flooded my mind and senses. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and time we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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