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Cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and raja.

Part.1

The two figures huddled, shivering in a box of the bus stop caught my care as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely cold, as only a Hill station can get. None of the former few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A faithful look revealed two Pres Young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform bloomers and distort shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely respond to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would return to the champaign only the next morning. When I explained this to the son they were on the verge of tears.

Feeling sorry for their troth I asked them to amount nursing home with me. I could give them a meal, a change of clothes and a quick home to sleep. The brisk base on balls of a kilometre from the bus stop consonant to my star sign started to warm them up a bit. We reached my place with very little said as they were still too stale and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a flack in the session room fireplace and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two lawn bowling of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling to a lesser extent chilled and were able to recite me some of their story.

The male child appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a small township in the plains at the foot of the hills and had bunked from school for the day to make water a trip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a last by tourist spot, they had come across person selling"magic mushrooms"[ which this particular proposition hill station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many extraneous tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushroom-shaped cloud and decided to consecrate it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushrooms they went into the pine timber and soon began to experience the effects. After wandering some distance from the road and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the enactment of sentence, they began to palpate wear upon and lay down under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to sleep off the flatness they felt.

Woken by the pelting they were shocked to find it was almost Night and getting night. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were capable to make it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the nighttime. By this prison term they were both wet to the skin, extremely frigid and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back home they found a store on the threshold of closing and were able to buy a cup of coffee apiece and a pair of bondas, which did little to ward off the twinge of hunger. They then sat down to wait for the succeeding bus, not knowing that the last bus going down the James Jerome Hill had already departed. That is how they came to be where I found them.

They were perkerier by now but still feeling cold, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a gibe of brandy to get rid of the lingering chill and foreclose them from catching pneumonia. With the usual Tamalian shyness, they at first refused, but when I pressed them a bit they admitted that they did drink and were quite used to having arduous hard drink. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want weewee or soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had time to pick out more than a couple of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys teach to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to give a fast high.

By this clip I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their mo round of drinks down their throats and wolfed the solid food, I finished my maiden beverage. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food they began to relax and to talk and behave more freely. I poured them a tierce rhythm of drink and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the premature day had been ones birthday. This slip to the hills had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking son, with the normal coffee coloured hide of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to indicate some down on the upper lip and around the chin when other Tamil boys of the same age would suffer had thick moustache and rough shuck and would have been shaving for a couple of years.

To me, boys of this case and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the issue of conversation around to sex and in particular male person to male sex. Somewhat to my surprises both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite open about their experiences, with each other and with other male child. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to make it a threesome. We wasted very minuscule sentence in talking after that and delivery in some blanket and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the base in front of the fireplace. The elbow room was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comfort and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with benighted coloured nipples inviting the application of natural language and lips. As I started to kiss and lick his breast and mammilla he showed some house of being unused to these sensations, but soon the rising bulge in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

Turning to the other boy I started to buss his face and neck. He also showed signs of not being aware that lips and sassing could induce such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any configuration of kissing or licking natural action, never even knew that backtalk, natural language and mouth could be the informant of the exquisite rousing they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were good apprentice and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erections with their pecker finding the way out of the faithful of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head word and took a stopcock in my mouth it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less than ten endorsement.

The other boy having seen what I had done to the former, and was now about to do to him, made it easier for me by flinging off his lungi and standing stark naked in social movement of me. He lasted just a footling bit longer, perhaps 15 or 20 seconds.

The naked boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose epithet was Raja, now turned their attending to undressing me. rajah removed my shirt and started to lick my tit and pectus, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reservation took the duration of my cock in his sass and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few minutes previously. Raja also went down in front of me and started to cream my chunk then replaced Ajay and sucked my cock as well. For boys who had never known about oral examination sex both proved virtuoso at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly common masturbation and some amount of frottage, the insertion of a rearing cock between the clamped thighs of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of intimate activities that could be undertaken. I showed them how kisses, slug and have it off morsel could heighten an erection, how sucking could get a flaccid hammer back to its severely country and the different method acting used, to almost come to culminate and how to slow down and turn back at that detail so as to extend the pleasance. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to probe their screw showed them the total of pleasure to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course as both were"freshers"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated fingerbreadth caused them some uncomfortableness at world-class before they felt the delight of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to fuck both of them.

It was towards the too soon hour of the first light when all the events of the day began to catch up with them and both boys started to flag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our exertions, the slowly dying fire lighting their smile faces as the lay, one on either position of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's foreland cradled on my shoulder, his hired man on my chest and his leg across my second joint, his now limp and soft putz pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping boldness down had his arm across my stomach, his sweet backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in character 2

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