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Ajay's Tale.


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


I woke up from a oceanic abyss sleep to feel a free weight on my chest, something was brushing my lips and mouth and a hand was grasping my semifinal erect tool. None of these were strange or unfamiliar sensation. This was Ajay's front-runner way of waking me up in the morning. You have already heard the story of how I met Ajay and rajah. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those time came to an end. This is now the story of the two yr that I continued to enjoy Ajay's fellowship and his soundbox.
After Raja had shifted to Madras, Ajay would often come up the J. J. Hill after school on a Fri evening and appease till Sunday afternoon. His dearie way of waking me up on Saturday and Billy Sunday dawn, was to sit on my chest of drawers and holding his already concentrated stopcock in one hand, rub it on my lips and cheek. While doing that he would progress to behind to grasp my hammer with his other hand and using a pulsating clutch, bring me to erection. Once I was full aroused and arduous he would uprise off my dresser, diddly-squat over my cock and gloomy himself firmly on to my shot till it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping apparent motion he would then proceed to"drive"my tool till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping peter in one manus and testicle in my early manus and go masturbating him. His consistency's rhythms on my shaft would alert me to go faster or wearisome, the hand holding his balls would order me how fill up to climaxing he was. We would synchronise our campaign to get along to an explosive and simultaneous ejaculation. My shaft pumping my seed deep in his ass and he, spraying my face and thorax, with his unseasoned boy's cum. Of row every daybreak was not the Lapp. There were forenoon of extreme tenderness when soft osculation to lips and face would answer, There were sunrise when I would awake earlier than him [ most of the time ] and finding him sleeping spoon fashion in my arms, very slowly and gently enter his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward movements to hold my pecker hard, and let the pleasure of the sensations wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bathroom together. Soaping each former's physical structure, removing all the dried crusts of the previous nighttime's emissions. Hands slippy with soap suds, delving deep in the go of the ass, or running from ankle joint to groin, brushing cock and Lucille Ball in passing. Palms, finger spread encompassing, roughly applying the soap to the back, would change action, to voiced caresses when reaching the buttocks. My finger's breadth, gently pulling back his foreskin, to lather the headspring of his cock. Or his breath, caressing my depleted belly as he bent his organic structure, or knelt before me to soap my legs would often enough be sufficient to bring about another hard-on. This would cause us to turn on the exhibitioner and wash off off the soap and proceed to"deflate"the upright rooster. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's cock that got hard or by another fuck if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would insert a finger's breadth in my ass sometimes to enhance some function of our fun or early, he refused to roll in the hay me. I had never asked him to do it during the period we were in a tierce with Raja, but during the two year that Ajay and I were devotee I sometimes felt the desire to work bottom to that lithe slim body and the straight cock with the cheeky pink mind peeping from the foreskin. He always politely refused my request. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his clapper to turn on me. He would assume any position I asked him and allow me to have it away him in any way I wanted. He would suck my dick and drink all my cum. He would even leave me to suck him dry and swallow up his creamy boy's cum but he would never use his cock to enter my ass. Of all the things I have done in my living and of all the satisfaction I have had, this is the one thing I always will regret not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the cascade about 2 hours after we had entered it. Many the metre we came out of the bathroom with rearing hammer, but at that point far too hungry to pay attending to further need for sex. After Raja had departed from the triad, the quality of our plot together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romantic and dedicated air. Never once in the two geezerhood we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any former boy to join in our plot or to take Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's friends who had become mistrustful of our relationship and the nature and understanding behind his frequent visits to my sign of the zodiac and when I had employment in the plain, the casual night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby metropolis. Some were the boy with whom Raja and Ajay had begun to explore their sexuality. Others were boys who suspected the sexual connection between us and who would give birth liked to link up in. Yet others were boys who I think, fancied Ajay and who were do-or-die 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 give birth sex with them or for an entry to me and for inclusion in our plot.
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 existent intellect for his visits to me. While we played many games and fagged much of the solar day and dark having great sex, I also took the trouble to learn him English and some former subjects. As his pedantic performance in school improved so dramatically after his connexion with me his parents never suspected anything about our unfeigned relationship, 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 answer brought me to the verge of tears. He calmly stated that, though he had started his intimate journey with genus Raja and some other boys, after meeting me for the second clock time, he had lost interest in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with genus Raja only because he had thought I had preferred Raja to him. Over the prison term we had been a ternion, I had always shared my heart equally between the two male child 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 instinctive state of grace and peach. Also his nature was far skillful than genus 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 have teary eyes.
Ajay's slim body, well-favored cock and easily penetrated ass were not just playthings for me during the time we shared together. He had a quick and enquiring mind and learned easily all that I could teach him, not only in bed but about aliveness in oecumenical. I taught him to learn and indite English almost as well as I could, coached him in maths, and other schooling subjects and made for sure his breeding covered all the scene of necessity to help him advance in school as well as after that. Our relationship was based on intimate gratification in the beginning but soon moved to a unlike perspective. Our meetings would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three days between them, consist of frenzied efforts to hit the others body, removing dress as fast as possible and indulging in enactment that brought about quick mop up and ejaculation. Mouths applied to already severe rooster in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his apparel I would puddle him lie on his binding with his peg at ear level so his ass was exposed completely and run my lingua from the base of his orb to this ass mess a few multiplication taking him almost to the tip of spilling his seed, then would quickly accede his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. Most of the metre 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 thoughtful phase of our love making where we sought to pleasure the early rather than indulging in instant gratification. We were supremely depicted object with each other, and during the two long time 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 Raja. He was 20 years and four calendar month old when Raja left for Chennai and we knew that soon he would complete his schooling and would have to start working also that his parents would be looking for a bride for him. We knew we had just a year or so to delight ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 geezerhood and four months old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his face, once so smooth and free, with only the faintest trace of down, had begun to show ontogeny, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian moustache. The scanty hairs which had decorated his chin were now beginning to turn into coarse stubble that covered his cheeks as well. His features, which had money box then retained a childish and sinless plaster bandage, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once luminous eyes began to dull.


His slender and schoolboyish cock, with its rose-colored pinkish head peeping out of the foreskin was now more of a man's cock. His slim and hairless trunk had matured, developed muscles and tracing of hair on pectus and belly. The once scanty pubic whisker that was like silky down, and with which I had loved to bet, was now a thick forest of jolty curls from which his tool and bollock emerged. The slip of skin from his balls to his ass hole, once smooth and hairless, a favourite path for my tongue, and the licking of which was a surely fire way to excite and kindle his Passion of Christ, was now covered in hair, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his matrimony for the next auspicious day, about 5 months in the hereafter. We knew that the metre to component part was drawing closer. The frequency of our lovemaking seemed to get further and boost apart as the final exam day drew closer. We would spend far more time just talking or holding each other, instead of the usual frenetic sexual lust that had consumed us previously. right up to his 22nd natal day, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a tradition. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthday with me ] our every meeting had been based on the luxuria and desire we had felt for each early's torso. Now as the phantom of his maturing body, changing appearance and his pending marriage fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.

Sometimes a boy pass on the road will trigger a storage of those times and acts. I sometimes see a Cy Young boy and have to terminate myself from calling out Ajay's name. Have to cue myself that Ajay is a affair of the past and something that ended a long metre ago. Eventually we parted, without regret, without any bad feelings. We still meet sometimes. But never refer to our past, the game we played or the desires that sustained our relationship for around the four years we had known each former intimately. Ajay's married woman has produced only daughters. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he have allowed his son to visit me.

Finis .