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Ajay’s Tale.


This the final and concluding to the Saga of Ajay and Raja.


I woke up from a inscrutable nap to palpate a free weight on my dresser, something was brushing my backtalk and mouth and a hand was grasping my semi erect tool. None of these were strange or unfamiliar mavin. This was Ajay’s deary way of waking me up in the aurora. You have already heard the story of how I met Ajay and genus Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those times came to an end. This is now the write up of the two twelvemonth that I continued to bask Ajay’s company and his body.
After Raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often come up the Alfred Hawthorne after school on a Friday eventide and stay till Dominicus good afternoon. His ducky way of waking me up on Saturday and Sunday mornings, was to sit on my chest and holding his already hard prick in one manus, rub it on my lips and grimace. While doing that he would reach behind to grasp my cock with his early hand and using a pulsating grip, bring me to erection. Once I was full aroused and hard he would rise off my bureau, squatting over my cock and lower himself firmly on to my dick cashbox it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping motion he would then keep to “ ride ” my pecker till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping prick in one hand and balls in my other hand and start out masturbating him. His consistency’s rhythms on my shaft would alert me to go faster or slower, the hand holding his balls would tell me how nigh to climaxing he was. We would synchronise our effort to come to an explosive and cooccurring ejaculation. My pecker pumping my come oceanic abyss in his ass and he, spraying my face and chest, with his young boy’s cum. Of course every dawning was not the same. There were break of the day of extreme point heart when delicate buss to lips and grimace would answer, There were mornings when I would awaken to begin with than him [ most of the time ] and finding him sleeping spoon manner in my blazon, very slowly and gently enter his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward drive to keep my cock hard, and let the pleasance of the sense wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bathroom together. Soaping each former’s dead body, removing all the dry out crusts of the premature night’s emissions. Hands tricky with soap suds, delving deep in the offer of the ass, or running from mortise joint to groin, brushing cock and balls in passing. Palms, fingers spread wide, roughly applying the soap to the rachis, would change action, to cushy caresses when reaching the tail. My finger, gently pulling back his foreskin, to soap the school principal of his hammer. Or his breathing spell, caressing my lower belly as he bent his trunk, or knelt before me to soap my legs would often enough be sufficient to bring about another erection. This would cause us to flex on the cascade and wash off the Georgia home boy and proceed to “ deflate ” the erect putz. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay’s prick that got hard or by another nookie if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would enter a finger in my ass sometimes to enhance some section of our play or other, he refused to bonk me. I had never asked him to do it during the period we were in a threesome with Raja, but during the two year that Ajay and I were lovers I sometimes felt the desire to trifle rear end to that lithe slim dead body and the flat pecker with the cheeky pink headspring peeping from the foreskin. He always politely reject my requests. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his natural language to excite me. He would simulate any view I asked him and allow me to have sex him in any way I wanted. He would suck my pecker and drink all my cum. He would even allow me to breastfeed him dry and swallow his creamy boy’s ejaculate but he would never use his shaft to enroll my ass. Of all the matter I have done in my life and of all the gratification I have had, this is the one thing I always will regret not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the shower about 2 hours after we had entered it. Many the multiplication we came out of the bathroom with rampant hammer, but at that gunpoint far too athirst to pay attention to far requirement for sex. After raja had departed from the III, the quality of our games together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more amorous and dedicated air. Never once in the two years we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any former boy to connect in our game or to take Raja’s place.

There were many of Ajay’s friends who had become suspicious of our kinship and the nature and reason behind his frequent visits to my family and when I had body of work in the knit, the episodic night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby city. Some were the boy with whom Raja and Ajay had begun to explore their sexuality. Others were boys who suspected the sexual connecter between us and who would accept liked to link up in. Yet others were boys who I think, fancied Ajay and who were desperate to try to make him. Apparently some of the boys did approach path him, telling him they “ knew ” what was going on between him and me and asking him either to have sex with them or for an entry to me and for inclusion in our game.
Some threatened him with exposure if he did not do what they asked or wanted. Some said they would inform his parents as to the real reasonableness for his visits to me. While we played many biz and spent much of the Day and nights having great sex, I also took the trouble to teach him English and some other study. As his academic public presentation in school improved so dramatically after his association with me his parents never suspected anything about our true kinship, and were always happy to let their son visit me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any other boy or boys approximate his own age and his response brought me to the scepter of tears. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with Raja and some former son, after meeting me for the second time, he had lost interest in having sex with anyone else. He had continued “ playing ” with Raja only because he had thought I had preferred Raja to him. Over the prison term we had been a ternary, I had always shared my affections equally between the two boys though it had been Ajay I had always preferred. Even though he had darker skin, he was by far the more attractive of the two and his physical structure had more natural blessing and beauty. Also his nature was far nice than Raja’s. When I told Ajay that it was always him that I had liked better and was always him I had looked forward to seeing again, it was his turn to induce teary-eyed eyes.
Ajay’s lose weight consistence, handsome cock and easily penetrated ass were not just playthings for me during the time we shared together. He had a warm and enquiring mind and learned easily all that I could teach him, not only in bed but about life in cosmopolitan. I taught him to show and write English people almost as well as I could, coached him in mathematics, and other schooling subjects and made sure his education covered all the aspects of necessary to facilitate him advance in schooltime as well as after that. Our relationship was based on sexual gratification in the beginning but soon moved to a different perspective. Our meeting would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three 24-hour interval between them, consist of frantic travail to turn over the others eubstance, removing clothes as fast as possible and indulging in acts that brought about quick culmination and ejaculation. Mouths applied to already firmly rooster in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his clothes I would make up him lie on his rear with his legs at ear stratum so his ass was exposed completely and run my tongue from the pedestal of his lump to this ass gob a few clip taking him almost to the stop of spilling his seed, then would quickly go in his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. almost of the clip we would ejaculate simultaneously me deep in his ass and he spraying his own chest and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would begin the more paying attention phase of our love life qualification where we sought to pleasure the other rather than indulging in instant gratification. We were supremely content with each other, and during the two geezerhood we spent playing games and having fun, I never thought of any other boy.

Ajay was 19 years and one day old when I met him and first had sex with him and genus Raja. He was 20 twelvemonth and four month old when genus Raja left for Chennai and we knew that soon he would complete his schooling and would get to start working also that his parents would be looking for a bride for him. We knew we had just a twelvemonth or so to enjoy ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 years and four months old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his boldness, once so politic and innocent, with only the light-headed trace of down, had begun to usher development, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian mustache. The panty hair which had decorated his Chin were now beginning to turn into coarse stubble that covered his cheeks as well. His features, which had till then retained a childish and innocent roll, now began to coarsen and grow. Even his once luminous eyes began to dull.


His slender and boyish cock, with its fortunate pinkish head peeping out of the foreskin was now more of a man’s putz. His slim and hairless trunk had matured, developed brawn and tracings of tomentum on chest and belly. The once bare pubic hair that was like sleek down, and with which I had loved to wreak, was now a thick timber of rough curl from which his hammer and musket ball emerged. The slip of peel from his Ball to his ass hole, once legato and hairless, a favourite path for my tongue, and the licking of which was a sure fire way to turn on and enkindle his passion, was now covered in hair's-breadth, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his married couple for the future auspicious day, about 5 months in the future. We knew that the time to role was drawing closer. The oftenness of our making love seemed to become further and promote apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far more time just talking or holding each former, instead of the usual frenzied sexual lust that had consumed us previously. Right up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a custom. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthdays with me ] our every meeting had been based on the luxuria and desire we had felt for each other’s bodies. Now as the tail of his maturing body, changing appearance and his pending union fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.

Sometimes a boy overtaking on the road will activate a memory of those times and acts. I sometimes see a young boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay’s public figure. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a thing of the past times and something that ended a farsighted time ago. Eventually we parted, without regret, without any bad touch sensation. We still meet sometimes. But never refer to our past, the biz we played or the desires that sustained our relationship for around the four years we had known each other intimately. Ajay’s married woman has produced only daughters. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he feature allowed his son to inspect me.

Finis.