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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to pop working for a new companionship, but wanting a break from the subroutine of the daily donkeywork, decided to bring a road misstep through the comeuppance of Rajasthan before taking up the mail. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear wheel, free region and tools to go on it running, my tent, and of row provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely inhabit area where the settlement and towns were few and far between.

The low few day of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual holidaymaker web site, did the usual touristy things. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate places began to wave me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demand of everyday life. I was about 5 days into my trip and as evening approached I started to appear for a spot to camp. From my maps I saw that there was a humble lake fairly close, and decided to spend the dark there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a decent slur which I could use, and soon found an ideal website. It was an fascinating billet, a lowly hillock at the animal foot of which was spread the shimmering H2O of the lake, a grove of tamarind tree tree which would chip in me shade and a dainty level area to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While busy with the project I was suddenly witting of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel eyes on me. As the eve drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to suffer a bath before eating. Walking down to the border of the lake I saw a design standing near a rock on the side of the hill. Taking a detour from my way of life I went up to the spot and found a vernal goatherd with his quite a little. He would have been in his belated teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish whisker matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby Caucasian dhoti, which tied in the common Rajasthani way, clearly delineated his second joint and fork. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were able to communicate a bit.

He had a fold for his goats a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to bump another homo in a place where few other multitude ventured. I invited him to plowshare my dinner, glad for a bit of companionship after a few mean solar day of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a portion of rotis and pigeon-pea plant I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to wash up and decided to have the delayed bathing tub as well. Normally I would have stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the cool waters, he squatted at the border of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to swim. I came back to the shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair I noticed that the boy was intensely interest, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used soap and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to join me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unembarrassed at his bleakness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His body was smooth with no sign of any body tomentum on his chest or belly. He had a trace of shadow on his mentum and above his backtalk where his whiskers and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just light stalk around the pubic expanse which showed he had shaved it in the Recent epoch past times. His nerve was attractive with the normal rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to lather his body and then asked him to do the same for my spine. While soaping him I behaved in a decent fashion and kept my hands away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his longsighted and rather tangled haircloth. He seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to confront away from me so I could work the shampoo into the back of his pilus. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"software"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size. Now it was abundantly crystalize that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no alien to sexual arousal. His cock was of medium distance, neither blockheaded nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no sign of bend or curve and without any vena running under the skin. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome pecker I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my fingers, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender consistency was pressed against mine. My reaction was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my stimulation he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his rear end moved in a circular motion against my cock and thigh. Then reaching up for my workforce which were still entangled in his whisker brought them down the front of his trunk to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully erect and intemperate cock in my mitt, he slipped his deal between us and clasp my own hardening cock through my underwear, pressed the go of his ass against it and changed the flier motion of his butt to a vertical up and down movement. In a few proceedings I was as hard as stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his bearing and actions. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should bump off my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his paunch he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my tool between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfect transit around the hard light beam. He directed me to hold his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the pee we were standing in my tool slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action mechanism caused his prick to rub up and down on my venter and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to go leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, spread his legs wide and thrust his tail end towards me. His ass was lean and the cheeks small. His action caused the tornado to open wide and give away the ruck hidden within. It was a discharge invitation for me to have it off him and I lost no time pressing my cock to the inviting hole. Holding his hips I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in money box the al-Qaeda of my pecker was up against his ass boldness. He had been fucked before and was easily able-bodied to reconcile the distance and thickness of my hot heavy cock. Using longsighted full stroke I fucked his ass as deeply as I could pass. Soon I was approaching the tip of detonation. I stretched one handwriting around his body and found his pecker ; it was still hard and pie-eyed. A very few strokes of my fist along the distance was enough to cook him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation fling within his body and along the fully length of my pecker caused me to shoot my load trench in his ass.

panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our whisker and remnants of Georgia home boy from our soundbox we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and fuzz. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy prototype. His body was familiar, similar to the bodies of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and unknown, as was his cheek. I kissed him broad on the mouth and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my mouth. We sank down on to the rugs on the floor still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the distance of his eubstance to mine. I transferred my attention to his teat and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his belly button I could experience his putz Begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to take up my aid. I eased away from him and allowed it to leap up and put up free, thrusting itself from his physical structure with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the set up prick in my oral fissure he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, level on his dorsum and arched his pelvic arch upward as though to slew the full length of his rooster down my throat. Within a very few hour I could feel him reaching flood tide. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not publish the pulse tool head from my mouthpiece and the succeeding second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waving and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much more than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the path of my downward journey, back up his tummy, his navel, his nipples and finally to his mouth. He showed no simplicity and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remnant of his cum on my brim and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flavorless and commenced to do the Lapp things to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and breadbasket, paying just the right quantity of attention to my omphalos and lower belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the level of ejaculation for the second meter. Just as I had not allowed him to retreat his cock from my mouth, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his sassing and swallowed the full payload of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few time of day we explored each other's eubstance to the maximum. Though he was only a boy he seemed to consume had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the military action. In many of my other encounters with male child I have often found a indisposition or even an distaste to performing viva sex acts and sometimes also to having these deed performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an eager and bequeath partner, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the center of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, hand in helping hand like a pair of farsighted time fan, stopping now and then to sample a lingering osculation or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our bodies and haircloth, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each former's weaponry till almost 8 am the next sunrise. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and fuddle. While he watered the animals I cooked a repast. Our vigorous exertion of the previous night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the caprine animal to crop and consume our breakfast we returned to our sexual recreation. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to fuck his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full load of my blurt out deep in his tail. We then returned to our oral hobby and pleasance. At one point later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all fours, in the doggie office, straddling his consistency, with him lying two-dimensional under me, our cocks in each other's back talk, when I was overcome by the desire to find his turncock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his severe cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At inaugural he was not uncoerced, but a little persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the bow-wow position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a recollective time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The sensation of his custody griping my hips and his concentrated peter pressing itself to the entrance of my cover passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my maw to expound and engulf the very erect member with a still action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his backbreaking heterosexual person cock oceanic abyss into me, his Ball bouncing off the back of my thighs just below my ass with each stroke and the sound of his stomach slapping on my ass face was a rhythm in itself. It did not exact him long to reach the point of no return. Reaching back I laid a restrict helping hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him originally and on the old day. As he came in waves I felt my ass filling and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced time after time. As I began to experience his erection subside I reached behind me again, and holding him to me I sank down on to the bed, making him lie supine on top of my prone body, his now flagging whoreson still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock come to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and backbreaking, filling my stallion passage with its bearing. This sentence well lubricated by his in the first place outpouring of sperm and lube fluids the feeling generated by his now erect cock in my ass were more than intense, the sliding natural process, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with rearwards thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my back, his feet balanced on my heels and lower calf giving him the leverage he needed to absorb his toilsome prick into my eager ass. He was capable to nurture the in and out motility, his peter sliding into me to its wax duration before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the tender skin around my yap, for a much retentive sentence before he approached his second climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could go the point of no tax return I signalled him to end. Both our trunk were glossy with sweat as he slid off me with a look of consternation on his case. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to fall back its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must have thought something was wrong, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his culmination. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my spine and drew my legs up till my articulatio genus were almost tier with my spike. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to give the hole to wide-cut thought. It was still slightly undetermined and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was decent to work his brass light up and his now drooping cock wage hike to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the alteration of my locating he was promptly to kneel in front line of me and with a broad smile on his youthful side, enter my waiting backside again. His tool and my ass were still wet and silklike and the tactual sensation generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very vivid as was the pleasure we both derived from being capable to see the expression on the others face. In this position I could palpate his cock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me dainty joy. His body was lithesome enough to reserve him to dip his headland and take my shaft headland in his back talk just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his cock throb deep inside me with the military force of his interjection, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass hole. His lips on my cock brought about my own climax. My cock slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my stage down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, consistence sticky with ejaculate and sweat both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the low time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat headers, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to toy the bottomland boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the chance to penetrate another guy. They knew nothing of oral sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his peter before I had the old day. His reaction to me and my activity were purely derived from his innate sex. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a natural continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a result of the hotshot he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the future few days he proved adept at learning the ways and method of obtaining the C. H. Best results from both oral as well as anal sex. He would leave me to fuck him in any office I desired and for as many clock time as I could oversee to get an erecting, just as he would fuck me as long and as backbreaking as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the activeness himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would start any other form of gambol or action without faltering but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an fervid sucker and had wonderful ascendence of his backtalk and spit and would hire my tool far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and delicious days and night in his company, all of the dark and many hours of the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. were passed, naked and tumescent, in ardent exploration of each other's orifices or utterly spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the backwash of sexual stimulation and satisfaction, either under the trees, in the crystal weewee of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessary of returning to the daily donkeywork of normal animation intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplying. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able-bodied to return to that region for quite a few eld and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no photographic camera to take his photograph. Only the storage of his cheek and body remained, dimmed by the transit of prison term. When recollecting the chain of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into sharp centering. The recollections of all that we did to each former, the pleasures we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my mind and senses. I wonder if he remembers our merging and clip we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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