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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to startle working for a new troupe, but wanting a break from the routine of the day by day grind, decided to take a road trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the requisite gear, spare persona and tools to keep on it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated field where the hamlet and town were few and far between.

The foremost few days of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist web site, did the usual touristed affair. But then as I drove into the boondocks the desolate home began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the need of everyday living. I was about 5 days into my head trip and as evening approached I started to look for a position to camp. From my map I saw that there was a humble lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to fudge the edge looking for a decent spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal internet site. It was an capture place, a belittled hillock at the foot of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a grove of tamarindo Tree which would contribute me shade off and a nice level area to erect the tent.

I parked the landrover and began to set thing up. While in use with the labor I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could experience eyes on me. As the eve drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to throw a bathing tub before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a physical body standing near a rock'n'roll on the face of the Benny Hill. Taking a detour from my way of life I went up to the patch and found a untried goatherd with his batch. He would let been in his late stripling, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby blank dhoti, which tied in the common Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his second joint and crotch. With my handful of Hindi, we were able to communicate a bit.

He had a crimp for his goats a little aloofness away. He heard the comer of my jeep and was surprised to find another human in a station where few other people ventured. I invited him to plowshare my dinner party, glad for a bit of caller after a few daylight of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a portion of rotis and cajan pea I had cooked. After we finished our repast, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to wash up and decided to have the delayed bathroom as well. Normally I would have 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 shallow and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair I noticed that the boy was intensely occupy, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used easy lay and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to unite me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unabashed at his nakedness, he had nil on under the dhoti, joined me in the water system. His body was smooth with no house of any body hair on his pectus or belly. He had a shadow of shadow on his Chin and above his lip where his beard and mustache were just beginning to grow. And just light source stubble around the pubic region which showed he had shaved it in the recent past tense. His typeface was attractive with the normal rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the same for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a nice manner and go on my helping hand away from his genitalia and ass. After rinsing off the grievous bodily harm I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled whisker. He seemed to love the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could figure out the shampoo into the back of his tomentum. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"packet"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a Nice size. Now it was abundantly clear that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no alien to sexual arousal. His cock was of medium length, neither thick nor cut, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the prepuce as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no signboard of bend or breaking ball and without any veins running under the skin. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome stopcock 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 stimulation he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his butt moved in a bill gesture against my cock and thighs. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the forepart of his body to his now rampant tool. When I grasped his now fully erect and grueling cock in my hand, he slipped his paw between us and buckle my own curing tool through my underclothing, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the rotary apparent movement of his cigarette to a vertical up and down movement. In a few minutes I was as hard as endocarp and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and actions. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his belly he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my cock between his second joint and clenching them slightly created a perfect passage around the hard shaft. He directed me to hold his ass and to set out moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water system we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to set out leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, spread his legs wide of the mark and driving force his backside towards me. His ass was run and the buttock minuscule. His action caused the crack to unfold extensive and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to get laid him and I lost no time pressing my cock to the inviting trap. Holding his rose hip I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in trough the al-Qaida of my cock was up against his ass boldness. He had been fucked before and was easily capable to hold the length and heaviness of my hot difficult cock. Using long replete strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of detonation. I stretched one hand around his body and found his pecker ; it was still hard and fuddled. A very few strokes of my fist along the length was decent to hold him get down his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the good length of my cock caused me to dissipate my load deep in his bottom.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy ikon. His torso was companion, similar to the bodies of former boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him fully on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his glossa into my back talk. We sank down on to the rug on the flooring still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his dead body to mine. I transferred my attention to his nipples and pectus, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his navel I could feel his cock begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to make my aid. I eased away from him and allowed it to resile up and stand detached, thrusting itself from his body with an expectant air.

When I bent my header and took the erect cock in my back talk he let out a gasp of surprisal and dropped back, flat on his backbone and arched his hips upward as though to slip the full phase of the moon distance of his turncock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not release the pulsing cock capitulum from my mouth and the next endorsement felt the salty, creamy cum implosion therapy in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of money of seed he produced, much More than he had done at the lake just a piece earlier. Allowing some of the cum to drivel out I retraced the itinerary of my downward journey, back up his stomach, his bellybutton, his nipples and finally to his rima oris. He showed no chasteness and eagerly tasted my backtalk and the remnants of his cum on my rim and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the like matter to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and venter, paying just the right wing measure of attention to my navel and downhearted belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet back talk. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second meter. Just as I had not allowed him to withdraw his cock from my mouth, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his lip and swallowed the full moon load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the following few minute we explored each early's bodies to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to have had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the legal action. In many of my other coming upon with boys I have often found a hesitancy or even an distaste to performing oral sex acts and sometimes also to having these human activity performed on them. With this simple Greenwich Village lad I discovered an eager and willing partner, fix to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the middle of the dark after exhausting all our Department of Energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, hand in manus like a pair of long fourth dimension lovers, stopping now and then to sample a lounge osculation or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the effort and stains from our bodies and hair, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each other's munition till almost 8 am the succeeding aurora. We were roused only by the bleating of the goat wanting to be let out of their pen to pasture and drink. While he watered the brute I cooked a repast. Our vigorous sweat of the late night had left us famished.

After we had released the Goat to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual diversionary attack. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to lie with his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the broad cargo of my ejaculate oceanic abyss in his derriere. We then returned to our oral exam pursuit and pleasures. At one point later in the day while indulging in a school term of 69, I was on all fours, in the barker position, straddling his body, with him lying compressed under me, our cocks in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his hard cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At first he was not willing, but a small persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the pooch positioning. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The genius of his hands griping my articulatio coxae and his hard cock pressing itself to the entree of my back passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his organic structure as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my hole to amplify and steep the very tumid member with a suave action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his hard straight cock deep into me, his balls bouncing off the back of my thigh just below my ass with each stroke and the sound of his stomach slapping on my ass cheeks was a calendar method of birth control in itself. It did not take him long to reach the point in time of no return. Reaching back I laid a limit hired hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to blurt out within me, as I had done to him sooner and on the previous day. As he came in moving ridge I felt my ass fill and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced clip after clip. 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 prick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his shaft seminal fluid to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my tooshie, till it was tight and hard, filling my full passageway with its bearing. This clock time well lubricated by his in the beginning gush of spermatozoan and lubricate fluids the feelings generated by his now erect putz in my ass were more vivid, the sliding activity, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my rose hip off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with backward thrust of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my back, his groundwork balanced on my cad and lower calf giving him the leveraging he needed to plunge his arduous slit into my eager ass. He was able to hold up the in and out apparent motion, his hammer sliding into me to its full duration before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the stamp skin around my hole, for a much prospicient time before he approached his second climax and the item of ejaculation. Before he could die the compass point of no take I signalled him to stop. Both our organic structure were slick with travail as he slid off me with a look of consternation on his side. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to drop off its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must have thought something was wrong, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his orgasm. He looked near crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my vertebral column and Drew my legs up till my human knee were almost story with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to full view. It was still slightly undefended and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The lot of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to make his font light up and his now drooping cock rising to hardness again.

Having understood the determination behind the change of my perspective he was fast to kneel in front line of me and with a unsubtle grin on his young grimace, enroll my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and knavish and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passing were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able-bodied to see the expressions on the others face. In this stance I could feel his cock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me dainty joy. His physical structure was sylphlike enough to allow him to dip his fountainhead and take my cock head in his rima oris just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his cock throbbing deep inside me with the force of his interjection, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass muddle. His sassing on my cock brought about my own orgasm. My shaft slipped from his mouthpiece and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my stage down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with cum and elbow grease both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the first sentence he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat headers, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to bet the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the luck to penetrate another guy. They knew aught of oral exam sex and had never done More that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his tool before I had the previous day. His responses to me and my action at law were purely derived from his innate sex. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a innate continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a result of the whiz he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the future few mean solar day he proved adept at learning the ways and method acting of obtaining the salutary results from both oral as well as anal retentive sex. He would grant me to get it on him in any spot I desired and for as many times as I could wangle to get an erection, just as he would fuck me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many clock time as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the action himself. He would only roll in the hay me if I requested him to do it. He would start any former sort of romp or military action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an fiery sucker and had wonderful control of his mouth and tongue and would take my tool far deeper into his pharynx than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and delicious days and nights in his party, all of the Nox and many hours of the days were passed, nude and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each former's orifices or utterly spent and languid, soundbox slick and slippery with the fluids of interjection mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the aftermath of sexual arousal and satisfaction, either under the trees, in the crystal water of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the daily grind of normal life intruded, as did want of sufficient supply. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to return to that region for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no television camera to demand his photograph. Only the memories of his face and eubstance remained, dimmed by the passing of meter. When recollecting the chain of events while writing this report it all came flooding back into shrewd focus. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the pleasures we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my brain and senses. I wonder if he remembers our encounter and time we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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