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The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two figures huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus stop caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely cold, as only a pitcher's mound station can get. None of the other few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer look revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform pants and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my head. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would return to the plain stitch only the succeeding daybreak. When I explained this to the boy they were on the verge of tears.

belief sorry for their plight I asked them to total home with me. I could give them a meal, a alteration of clothes and a warm place to sleep. The refreshful base on balls of a kilometre from the bus stop to my planetary house started to warm up them up a bit. We reached my seat with very little said as they were still too stale and wet to babble out. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a ardour in the sitting room fireplace and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two roll of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling to a lesser extent chilled and were able-bodied to secernate me some of their story.

The male child appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a diminished Ithiel Town in the knit at the foot of the J. J. Hill and had bunked from school for the day to pretend a stumble to see the lake and townsfolk. When they had visited a close by tourist spot, they had come across someone selling"magic mushroom-shaped cloud"[ which this item Hill station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many extraneous tourist visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to throw it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom cloud they went into the true pine woodland and soon began to get the essence. After wandering some distance from the road and with no genuine melodic theme of how far they had gone or the transition of metre, they began to finger shopworn and lay down under the tree to sleep off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the rain they were shocked to find it was almost night and getting darkness. With a lot of difficultness they eventually found the road and were able to relieve oneself it back into the township, which by then was shut down for the night. By this time they were both wet to the skin, extremely cold and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back family they found a workshop on the verge of close and were able to buy a cup of coffee apiece and a twosome of bondas, which did picayune to guard off the twinge of hunger. They then sat down to wait for the succeeding bus, not knowing that the go bus going down the Benny 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 shot of brandy to get rid of the lingering iciness and prevent them from catching pneumonia. With the common 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 hard liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not desire weewee or soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their Methedrine before I had had clip to take more than than a duo of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys teach to ask their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to make a degenerate high.

By this time I had prepared a more material meal and while they poured their arcsecond round of beverage down their pharynx and wolfed the food, I finished my first drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the nutrient they began to relax and to speak and behave more freely. I poured them a third base round of golf of drinks and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a worldwide way and I found out Thomas More about them. Both boy were actually 19 years old and the previous day had been one birthday. This trip to the hills had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were in force looking boy, with the normal coffee tree coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial nerve hair. Both were just starting to show some down on the upper lip and around the mentum when other Tamil boy of the same age would throw had thick mustache and approximative stubble and would have been shaving for a couplet of years.

To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a intimate way, so slowly I brought the topic of conversation around to sex and in especial Male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprise both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite open about their experiences, with each other and with early boys. 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 little fourth dimension in talking after that and bringing in some blanket and carpeting, soon made a dainty bed on the storey in movement of the fireplace. The room was warm enough for us to remove our dress with comfort and I began undressing one of the boy. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark biased nipples inviting the coating of tongue and rim. As I started to kiss and lick his chest and nipples he showed some signs of being fresh to these sensations, but soon the rising bump in his lungyi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turning to the other boy I started to kiss his case and cervix. He also showed signs of not being aware that backtalk and sassing could induce such mavin. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, tongue and sassing could be the origin of the exquisite foreplay they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professional person. Both were good scholar and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erections with their cocks finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head and took a cock in my mouth it came as such a seismic disturbance to the boy that he shot his consignment of cum in LE than ten seconds.

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

The au naturel boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a longyi, whose name was rajah, now turned their attention to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to clobber my nipple and dresser, working his way down to my venter. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reservation took the length of my tool in his oral fissure and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few minute of arc previously. Raja also went down in figurehead of me and started to lick my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my pecker as well. For boys who had never known about oral sex both proved adept at the task.

To appointment their experiences had been mostly mutual masturbation and some amount of frottage, the insertion of a rampant tool between the clamped second joint of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual activeness that could be undertaken. I showed them how kiss, biff and love bites could heighten an erection, how sucking could fetch a flaccid cock back to its toilsome DoS and the different methods used, to almost derive to culminate and how to slow down and end at that point so as to keep up the delight. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to probe their stern showed them the amount of delight to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course of action as both were"freshers"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some discomfort at first before they felt the pleasure of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would suffer loved to fuck both of them.

It was towards the betimes hours of the morning when all the events of the day began to catch up with them and both boys started to ease up. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our effort, the slowly go bad fire lighting their grin faces as the lay, one on either side of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with intimate gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's drumhead cradled on my shoulder, his hand on my thorax and his leg across my second joint, his now limp and flaccid peter pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping face down had his arm across my stomach, his mellisonant tail was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in office 2

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