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Cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and raja.

Part.1

The two shape huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus stop caught my attending 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 other few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer flavour revealed two young boy, 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 answer to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would return to the plains only the next morning. When I explained this to the boy they were on the verge of tears.

Feeling sorry for their troth I asked them to come base with me. I could give them a meal, a alteration of clothes and a warm shoes to kip. The snappy walk of a km from the bus stop to my house started to warm them up a bit. We reached my property with very little said as they were still too insensate and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a distich of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a fire in the session room open fireplace and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two bowl of piping hot soup to warm up them up. Soon they were feeling less chilled and were able to tell me some of their story.

The boys appeared to be about 18 or 19 geezerhood old. They were both from a small town in the knit stitch at the foot of the James Jerome Hill and had bunked from school for the day to make a trip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a close by tourist stain, they had come across person marketing"magic mushrooms"[ which this particular pitcher's mound station was famed for producing ]. They had heard of many extraneous tourer visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to fall in it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom 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 passing of time, they began to sense stock and lay down under the trees to sleep off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the rainwater they were shocked to come up it was almost night and getting dark. With a lot of trouble they eventually found the road and were able to make it back into the township, which by then was shut down for the night. By this prison term they were both wet to the cutis, extremely cold and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back household they found a shop on the verge of closing and were able to buy a cup of coffee tree apiece and a mates 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 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 shooter 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 drink and were quite used to having hard liquor. I poured out three nip of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not desire water or soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their spyglass before I had had time to necessitate more than than a couple of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys ascertain to claim their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to pass on a fast high.

By this time I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their second round of drinking down their throats and wolfed the food for thought, I finished my kickoff drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the intellectual nourishment they began to slow down and to speak and behave more freely. I poured them a third round of drinks and told them to go wearisome with these. We started chatting in a oecumenical way and I found out More about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the previous day had been one birthday. This trip to the Alfred Hawthorne had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were just looking boys, with the rule umber coloured peel of Tamils, though strange was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to render some down on the upper lip and around the chin when other Tamil boys of the same age would have had thick moustache and rough stubble and would have been shaving for a distich of years.

To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a intimate way, so slowly I brought the subject of conversation around to sex and in special 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 former and with former 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 leash. We wasted very little clip in talking after that and delivery in some blankets and rugs, soon made a squeamish bed on the base in nominal head of the fireplace. The way was fond enough for us to murder our clothes with comfortableness and I began undressing one of the male child. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark coloured mammilla inviting the application of tongue and lips. As I started to kiss and clobber his chest and nipples he showed some signboard of being unused to these wiz, but soon the rising bump in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turn to the other boy I started to kiss his face and neck. He also showed signs of not being aware that lips and mouth could rush such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any phase of kissing or licking action, never even knew that mouth, tongue and mouth could be the generator of the keen arousal 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 rearing erecting with their stopcock finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my psyche and took a cock in my lip it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less than ten second base.

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

The nude boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungyi, whose name was raja, now turned their attending to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to figure out my nipple and bureau, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underclothes and with surprisingly, no qualification took the distance of my shaft in his mouthpiece and began to go down on it just as I had done to him a few proceedings previously. Raja also went down in front of me and started to figure out my egg then replaced Ajay and sucked my cock as well. For male child who had never known about oral sex both proved champion at the task.

To appointment their experiences had been mostly mutual onanism and some amount of frottage, the insertion of a rampant cock between the clamped second joint of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of intimate bodily process that could be undertaken. I showed them how osculation, slug and screw sting could enhance an hard-on, how sucking could make for a flaccid cock back to its unvoiced res publica and the dissimilar methods used, to almost come to culminate and how to slack down and turn back at that stop so as to prolong the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to probe their prat showed them the sum of joy to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course as both were"freshers"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some discomfort at first before they felt the delight of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would induce loved to fuck both of them.

It was towards the early hours of the forenoon when all the events of the day began to catch up with them and both boy started to flag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our exertion, the slowly kick the bucket fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either side of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my berm, his hand on my chest and his leg across my thigh, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. genus Raja, sleeping grimace down had his arm across my stomach, his sweet backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to buss it one to a greater extent time.

Finis.

Coninued in Part 2

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