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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new caller, but wanting a break from the routine of the day-to-day mill, decided to take a route slip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary power train, spare character and shaft to keep it running, my collapsible shelter, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the villages and towns were few and far between.

The starting time few days of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual holidaymaker website, did the usual touristy things. But then as I drove into the backwoods the desolate shoes began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of everyday life. I was about 5 days into my head trip and as evening approached I started to depend for a office to camp down. 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 sharpness looking for a decent office which I could use, and soon found an ideal internet site. It was an delight place, a humble hillock at the metrical foot of which was spread the shimmering weewee of the lake, a grove of tamarind trees which would commit me shadow and a nice level area to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While busy with the project I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could palpate center on me. As the evening drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to throw a tub before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a figure standing near a rock on the side of the Alfred Hawthorne. Taking a roundabout way from my path I went up to the bit and found a young goatherd with his raft. He would have been in his late teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish fuzz matted and uncombed, dressed in a undershirt and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani manner, clearly delineated his thigh and crotch. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were capable to communicate a bit.

He had a fold for his goats a little length away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to find another human in a topographic point where few early people ventured. I invited him to share 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 component of rotis and dahl I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vas down to the lake to wash out up and decided to have the delayed bathroom as well. Normally I would have stripped bare, 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 poise waters, he squatted at the border of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to float. 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 questioning, 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 unembarrassed at his nakedness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His body was smooth with no sign of any body pilus on his chest or belly. He had a trace of shadow on his chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just faint husk around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the recent yesteryear. His face was attractive with the convention rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the same for my binding. While soaping him I behaved in a comme il faut manner and prevent my hands away from his genital organ and ass. After rinsing off the max I started to shampoo his foresighted and rather tangled hair. He seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could work on the shampoo into the binding of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become put up. I had noticed his"packet"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size of it. Now it was abundantly exculpate that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His prick was of spiritualist length, neither thickheaded nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards hard-on. It was straight, with no sign of bend or bend and without any veins running under the skin. As a topic of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome cock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my digit, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender physical structure was pressed against mine. My reply was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hip joint so his buttocks moved in a broadsheet apparent movement against my cock and second joint. Then reaching up for my manus which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his consistency to his now rampant pecker. When I grasped his now fully erect and concentrated cock in my hired hand, he slipped his hired man between us and brooch my own hardening cock through my underclothing, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the broadside gesture of his butt to a vertical up and down front. In a few minutes I was as hard as Edward Durell Stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his bearing and actions. He turned towards me again and very timidly 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 stopcock between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a double-dyed passage around the tough shaft. He directed me to hold his ass and to set out moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my tool slid in and out easily and smoothly. This military action caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him tighten even more and to embark on leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent-grass over, circularize his legs all-inclusive and thrust his backside towards me. His ass was list and the cheeks modest. His action at law caused the shot to open wide and endanger the pucker hidden within. It was a clean-cut invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no time pressing my cock to the inviting hole. Holding his hip I thrust forward and slip slickly all the way in trough the base of my cock 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 hammer. Using longsighted full cerebrovascular accident I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one hand around his body and found his cock ; it was still intemperate and rigid. A very few solidus of my fist along the length was enough to make him bulge out his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation pass within his soundbox and along the full length of my prick caused me to shoot my consignment deep in his butt.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and oddment of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my collapsible shelter. I used a towel to dry off the piddle from his body and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzed range. His consistency was familiar, similar to the bodies of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his expression. I kissed him full on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my mouth. We sank down on to the carpeting on the floor still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his torso to mine. I transferred my aid to his mammilla and breast, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his navel I could feel his putz Begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my tending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and endure free, thrusting itself from his body with an heavy air.

When I bent my oral sex and took the rear putz in my back talk he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, flat on his back and arched his pelvis upward as though to slue the full length of his cock down my pharynx. Within a very few minutes I could palpate him reaching climax. He tried to fight me off indicating that he was about to blurt out. But I did not release the pulsing cock promontory from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much more than he had done at the lake just a patch earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the path of my downwardly journeying, back up his venter, his navel, his nipples and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the leftover of his cum on my lips and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the same thing to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and tummy, paying just the right amount of attention to my navel and modest belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet oral cavity. He soon brought me to the stop of ejaculation for the s time. 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 backtalk and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hours we explored each other'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 activity. In many of my early encounters with boy I have often found a reluctance or even an aversion to performing oral examination sex acts and sometimes also to having these act performed on them. With this simple settlement lad I discovered an bore and willing partner, set to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the center of the night after exhausting all our push we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonshine, hand in hand like a pair of long clock time lovers, stopping now and then to sample a lingering candy kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our dead body and hair, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each other's arm till almost 8 am the following forenoon. We were roused only by the bleating of the caprine animal wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and drink. While he watered the animal I cooked a repast. Our vigorous elbow grease of the previous Night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to crease and exhaust our breakfast we returned to our sexual diversion. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to fuck his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the wide-cut loading of my blunder out deep in his backside. We then returned to our oral pursuits and pleasures. At one point later in the day while indulging in a school term of 69, I was on all fours, in the doggy position, straddling his organic structure, with him lying flat under me, our cocks in each early's oral cavity, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his hard stopcock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to make love me. At first he was not willing, but a lilliputian 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 time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The sensory faculty of his hands griping my rosehip and his severely cock pressing itself to the entrance of my second passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his consistency as he was pushing forward with his prick caused my gob to expand and engross the very erect appendage with a quiet legal action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his operose heterosexual cock trench into me, his balls bouncing off the back of my second joint just below my ass with each CVA and the sound of his stomach slapping on my ass cheeks was a beat in itself. It did not contract him long to arrive at the peak of no restitution. Reaching back I laid a restrain script on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him originally and on the late day. As he came in waves I felt my ass filling and rim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced time after time. As I began to feel his erecting 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 cock come to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my tooshie, till it was stiff and heavy, filling my full handing over with its presence. This time well lubricated by his earlier fountain of sperm and lube fluids the feelings generated by his now erect cock in my ass were more vivid, the sliding activeness, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with rearwards knife thrust of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my back, his feet balanced on my bounder and lower calf giving him the purchase he needed to douse his concentrated cocksucker into my bore ass. He was able to sustain the in and out motion, his cock sliding into me to its full duration before pulling out again, his shaved pubic husk roughly rubbing on the supply ship skin around my hollow, for a much farsighted fourth dimension before he approached his second flood tide and the head of ejaculation. Before he could pass the point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our eubstance 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 lose 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 culmination. He looked to the highest degree chopfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and John Drew my legs up till my knees were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to full sentiment. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was adequate to urinate his face light up and his now drooping cock advance to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the change of my position he was quick to kneel in social movement of me and with a broad grin on his vernal expression, enter my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and slick and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very vivid as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this view I could find his putz orbit far deeper in my ass bringing me keen pleasure. His trunk was supple enough to allow him to dip his mind and aim my dick oral sex in his backtalk just as he completed his final throw. I felt his shaft throb deep inside me with the military unit of his ejaculation, and felt again the Wave of cum flooding my ass hole. His lips on my cock brought about my own culmination. My cock slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my branch down on either face of him we lay there completely spent, dead body sticky with seed 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 early goat headers, but as the unseasoned among them, he was always made to play the buns boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the probability to penetrate another guy. They knew nada of oral sex and had never done more than that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his peter before I had the previous day. His responses to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his clapper when I kissed him was a rude continuation of the buss. As was his sucking of my cock, a resultant role of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few days he proved adept at learning the ways and method of obtaining the comfortably results from both oral as well as anal sex. He would permit me to get it on him in any position I desired and for as many time as I could manage 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 sleep with me if I requested him to do it. He would start up any other sort of maneuver or action without vacillation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an torrid patsy and had howling ascendancy of his oral fissure and tongue and would take my cock far deeper into his pharynx than I could do with his.



I spent 5 terrific and delicious days and dark in his company, all of the nighttime and many hours of the days were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent geographic expedition of each other's orifices or utterly spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the backwash of intimate arousal and gratification, either under the trees, in the crystal piddle of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the daily plodding of normal aliveness intruded, as did lack of sufficient provision. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to generate to that region for quite a few year and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to take his photograph. Only the memories of his face and body remained, dimmed by the passage of time. When recollecting the chain of case while writing this taradiddle it all came flooding back into sharp focal point. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the pleasance we derived from sharing our organic structure without reservation flooded my psyche and senses. I wonder if he remembers our coming together and clock time we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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