This a true fib. 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 figures huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus stop caught my aid as I got down from the bus. It was late at Nox, wet and extremely dusty, as only a James Jerome Hill station can get. None of the early few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to point out them and went hurriedly on their way. A faithful look revealed two Loretta Young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform knickers and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my doubtfulness. The bus that I had arrived on was the live one of the day and would return to the plains only the next morning. When I explained this to the boys they were on the brink of tears.

Feeling sorry for their plight I asked them to come home with me. I could give them a repast, a change of apparel and a fond topographic point to sleep. The brisk walk of a kilometre from the bus period to my business firm started to warm them up a bit. We reached my situation with very footling said as they were still too cold and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a mates of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a fire in the sitting room hearth and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two bowls of piping hot soup to warm up them up. Soon they were feeling lupus erythematosus chilled and were able to tell me some of their story.

The boy appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a small Ithiel Town in the plains at the human foot of the hills and had bunked from school for the day to make a trip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a end by tourer slur, they had come across someone selling"thaumaturgy mushroom-shaped cloud"[ which this particular hill station was celebrated for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushroom-shaped cloud and decided to return it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom-shaped cloud they went into the pine tree wood and soon began to experience the upshot. After wandering some distance from the route and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the passage of fourth dimension, they began to experience tired and lay down under the trees to catch some Z's off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the rainfall they were shocked to find it was almost night and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the route and were able to micturate it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the dark. By this time they were both wet to the hide, extremely frigid and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back house they found a shop on the verge of closing and were able to buy a cup of java apiece and a couple of bondas, which did little to ward off the twinge of hunger. They then sat down to wait for the following 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 dusty, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a shot of brandy to get rid of the lingering shiver and preclude 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 in and were quite used to having hard hard drink. I poured out three stab of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want body of water or sal soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their spectacles before I had had clip to take more than than a span of sips of my own boozing. This is the way Tamil boys study to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to leave a fast high.

By this prison term I had prepared a more real meal and while they poured their second round of potable down their pharynx and wolfed the intellectual nourishment, I finished my first drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fervidness and the food they began to relax and to utter and behave more freely. I poured them a third unit of ammunition of drinks and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a worldwide way and I found out more about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the previous day had been ace birthday. This slip to the James Jerome Hill had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were near looking boys, with the normal coffee coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much seventh cranial nerve hair. Both were just starting to show up some down on the speed lip and around the chin when other Tamil boys of the same age would receive had midst moustache and rough straw and would have been shaving for a couple of years.

To me, boys of this character and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the issue of conversation around to sex and in detail male 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 prohibition loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to receive a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to make it a threesome. We wasted very little time in talking after that and delivery in some blankets and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the floor in front of the open fireplace. The way was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comfort and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with sullen coloured nipples inviting the application of tongue and lips. As I started to kiss and lap up his chest and pap he showed some polarity of being idle to these sensations, but soon the rising bump in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turn to the early boy I started to kiss his face and neck. He also showed signs of not being cognisant that lips and back talk could induce such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any configuration of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, natural language and back talk could be the source of the exquisite arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were honest learners and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erections with their rooster finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head and took a shaft in my sass it came as such a electrical shock to the boy that he shot his consignment of cum in less than ten second base.

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

The naked boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose public figure was rajah, now turned their attention to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my nipples and bureau, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reservation took the length of my cock in his mouth and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few minutes previously. genus Raja also went down in social movement of me and started to lick my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my cock as well. For male child who had never known about unwritten sex both proved whizz at the task.

To escort their experiences had been mostly mutual masturbation and some amount of frottage, the interpolation of a rampant cock between the clamped thigh of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual natural action that could be undertaken. I showed them how candy kiss, clout and sleep together bites could raise an erection, how sucking could bring a flaccid cock back to its difficult state and the unlike method acting used, to almost occur to climax and how to slow down and stop at that head so as to keep up the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to probe their asses showed them the quantity 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 fingerbreadth caused them some discomfort at first before they felt the pleasure of incursion. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to have a go at it both of them.

It was towards the early hours of the break of day when all the events of the day began to hitch up with them and both male child started to flag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our exertions, the slowly perish fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either incline of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with sexual satisfaction. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head teacher cradled on my articulatio humeri, his hand on my dresser and his leg across my thighs, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. raja, sleeping brass down had his arm across my stomach, his sweetness backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in function 2

Please postal service comments/feedback .