This a true story. Readers are advised not to read if offended by mature/young gay sex.

frigidity and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two human body huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus block caught my attending as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely cold, as only a J. J. Hill station can get. None of the other few passenger, who had been on the bus seemed to find them and went hurriedly on their way. A stuffy tone revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform pant and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would generate to the plains only the next morning. When I explained this to the boys they were on the verge of tears.

look sorry for their plight I asked them to come abode with me. I could leave them a meal, a change of clothes and a strong piazza to log Z's. The brisk walk of a kilometre from the bus stop to my planetary house started to warm them up a bit. We reached my station with very little said as they were still too frigid and wet to spill. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to interchange 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 bowls of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling LE chilled and were able-bodied to recount me some of their story.

The boys appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a little town in the plains at the animal foot of the hills and had bunked from school for the day to make a slip to see the lake and townspeople. When they had visited a finale by holidaymaker spot, they had come across someone marketing"magic mushroom"[ which this particular hill station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to give it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom-shaped cloud they went into the pine timberland and soon began to get the event. After wandering some distance from the road and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the passage of time, they began to find tired and lay down under the trees to sleep off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the rain they were shocked to observe it was almost dark and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the route and were able to earn it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the dark. By this time they were both wet to the peel, extremely cold-blooded and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back plate they found a shop on the sceptre of shutdown and were able-bodied to buy a cup of coffee berry apiece and a couple of bondas, which did small to ward off the stab of thirst. They then sat down to wait for the next bus, not knowing that the last bus going down the 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 way had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a guessing of brandy to get rid of the lingering chill and prevent 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 imbibe and were quite used to having heavily liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not desire body of water or soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their chalk before I had had time to admit Thomas More than a couple of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys learn to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to generate a immobile high.

By this time I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their second round of drinks down their throats and wolfed the food, I finished my first drink. Warmed by the brandy, the blast and the food they began to relax and to speak and behave more freely. I poured them a one-third round of deglutition and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out Sir Thomas More about them. Both son were actually 19 years old and the premature day had been single birthday. This trip to the hills had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking boys, with the convention coffee coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to show some down on the upper lip and around the chin when other Tamil son of the same age would deliver had thickheaded moustaches and rough stubble and would give birth 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 topic of conversation around to sex and in fussy 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 inhibition loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to make it a trinity. We wasted very little time in talking after that and bringing in some mantle and rug, soon made a gracious bed on the floor in presence of the hearth. The way was lovesome enough for us to withdraw our clothes with comforter and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark coloured teat inviting the application of tongue and lips. As I started to kiss and lick his chest and nipples he showed some signs of being idle to these hotshot, but soon the rising bulge in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turn to the other boy I started to osculate his face and neck. He also showed signboard of not being aware that lips and sass could induce such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lip, tongue and mouth could be the source of the exquisite foreplay they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professional. Both were good learners 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 aid. When I bent my head and took a cock in my mouth it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his freight of cum in less than ten endorsement.

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

The defenseless boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was Raja, now turned their attention to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to bat my mamilla and breast, working his way down to my breadbasket. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my pant and my underclothing and with surprisingly, no reservation took the duration of my cock in his oral cavity and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few mo previously. Raja also went down in front of me and started to cream my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my pecker as well. For boys who had never known about oral sex both proved mavin at the task.

To escort their experiences had been mostly mutual masturbation and some sum of money of frottage, the insertion of a rampant cock between the clamped second joint of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual bodily function that could be undertaken. I showed them how buss, licks and be intimate bites could enhance an erecting, how sucking could bring a flaccid rooster back to its severe country and the dissimilar method acting used, to almost come to climax and how to slow up down and lay off at that head so as to draw out the joy. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to probe their fundament showed them the sum of money of pleasure to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course of study as both were"freshers"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some soreness at first before they felt the joy of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would birth loved to have sex both of them.

It was towards the early hours of the morning when all the events of the day began to overtake up with them and both boy started to flag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our exertions, the slowly dying fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either side of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, instinct with sexual satisfaction. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my shoulder, his script on my chest and his leg across my thighs, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping face down had his arm across my stomach, his Sweet butt was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to buss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in Part 2

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