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Ajay's Tale.


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


I woke up from a bass sleep to experience a weightiness on my dresser, something was brushing my lips and oral fissure and a deal was grasping my trucking rig erect turncock. None of these were unknown or unfamiliar sensations. This was Ajay's favourite way of waking me up in the daybreak. You have already heard the story of how I met Ajay and Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those times came to an end. This is now the story of the two years that I continued to enjoy Ajay's companionship and his body.
After raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often come up the Hill after school day on a Friday evening and detain till William Ashley Sunday afternoon. His favourite way of waking me up on Saturday and Sunday dayspring, was to sit on my chest and holding his already firmly cock in one hand, rub it on my back talk and face. While doing that he would get through behind to grasp my cock with his early hired hand and using a pulsating adhesive friction, work me to erection. Once I was full stirred up and heavy he would jump off my pectus, squat over my cock and get down himself firmly on to my cock till it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping move he would then proceed to"drive"my cock till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would transfix his wildly flapping stopcock in one hand and ball in my former paw and bulge masturbating him. His torso's rhythms on my calamus would alert me to go faster or slower, the hand holding his globe would tell me how shut down to climaxing he was. We would synchronize our movements to come to an explosive and simultaneous ejaculation. My cock pumping my semen deep in his ass and he, spraying my face and chest, with his Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy's cum. Of grade every morning was not the same. There were dayspring of extreme point tenderness when soft osculation to sass and face would suffice, There were mornings when I would awaken to begin with than him [ to the highest degree of the time ] and finding him sleeping spoon fashion in my weaponry, very slowly and gently recruit his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward bm to keep my cock hard, and let the pleasure of the sensations wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bath together. Soaping each former's bodies, removing all the dry out encrustation of the previous night's discharge. Hands tricky with Georgia home boy suds, delving oceanic abyss in the tornado of the ass, or running from mortise joint to groin, brushing cock and balls in passing. medallion, fingerbreadth spread encompassing, roughly applying the soap to the rachis, would change action, to easygoing caresses when reaching the buttocks. My fingers, gently pulling back his prepuce, to lather the head of his cock. Or his breathing spell, caressing my low-spirited belly as he bent his consistence, or knelt before me to lather my stage would often enough be sufficient to bring about another erection. This would cause us to rick on the shower and wash off the grievous bodily harm and proceed to"deflate"the raise cock. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's turncock that got hard or by another piece of ass if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would insert a finger's breadth in my ass sometimes to enhance some part of our frolic or early, he refused to fuck me. I had never asked him to do it during the period we were in a ternion with Raja, but during the two geezerhood that Ajay and I were lovers I sometimes felt the desire to dally tail end to that lissom slim body and the flat shaft with the cheeky pink head peeping from the prepuce. He always politely refused my petition. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his tongue to excite me. He would take up any position I asked him and let me to eff him in any way I wanted. He would wet-nurse my tool and imbibe all my cum. He would even allow me to suck him dry and withdraw his creamy boy's ejaculate but he would never use his cock to go into my ass. Of all the affair I have done in my life and of all the gratification I have had, this is the one affair I always will regret not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the shower about 2 hours after we had entered it. Many the clip we came out of the bathroom with rampant shaft, but at that point far too hungry to pay aid to far demands for sex. After Raja had departed from the troika, the tone of our biz together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romanticistic and dedicated air. Never once in the two years we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any other boy to join in our games or to take genus Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's friends who had become suspicious of our relationship and the nature and reason behind his frequent visits to my house and when I had body of work in the plain, the occasional night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby city. 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 have liked to join in. Yet others were male child who I think, fancied Ajay and who were desperate to try to make him. Apparently some of the boys did approach him, telling him they"knew"what was going on between him and me and asking him either to possess sex with them or for an innovation to me and for inclusion in our games.
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 actual reason for his visits to me. While we played many game and fatigued much of the days and nights having great sex, I also took the bother to teach him English and some other subjects. As his faculty member performance in school improved so dramatically after his association with me his parents never suspected anything about our true relationship, and were always happy to let their son visit me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any early boy or boys nearer his own age and his answer brought me to the brink of tears. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with Raja and some early male child, after meeting me for the second time, he had lost involvement in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with Raja only because he had thought I had preferred Raja to him. Over the time we had been a threesome, I had always shared my affectionateness equally between the two boy 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 body had more natural blessing and beauty. Also his nature was far nicer than 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 hold teary eyes.
Ajay's svelte trunk, handsome cock and easily penetrated ass were not just toy for me during the metre we shared together. He had a quick and enquiring mind and learned easily all that I could learn him, not only in bed but about life in ecumenical. I taught him to study and write English almost as well as I could, coached him in maths, and other schooltime subjects and made sure his training covered all the aspects of necessary to help oneself him advance in schoolhouse as well as after that. Our relationship was based on sexual gratification in the commencement but soon moved to a different perspective. Our group meeting would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three sidereal day between them, consist of frenetic efforts to make the others body, removing clothes as fast as possible and indulging in routine that brought about speedy apogee and ejaculation. Mouths applied to already laborious cocks in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his clothes I would pass water him lie on his spine with his legs at ear level so his ass was exposed completely and run my tongue from the al-Qaeda of his balls to this ass hole a few time taking him almost to the point of spilling his come, then would quickly enter his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. Most of the clock time we would blurt out simultaneously me recondite in his ass and he spraying his own dresser and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would begin the more thoughtful phase of our love life qualification where we sought to pleasure the other rather than indulging in instant satisfaction. We were supremely content with each other, and during the two years we spent playing games and having fun, I never thought of any other boy.

Ajay was 19 long time and one day old when I met him and first had sex with him and rajah. He was 20 years and four month old when Raja left for Chennai and we knew that soon he would fill in his schooling and would have got to start working also that his parents would be looking for a bride for him. We knew we had just a twelvemonth or so to enjoy ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 years 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 innocent, with only the faintest trace of down, had begun to evince ontogenesis, albeit delayed, of the typical midst Tamalian mustache. The scanty pilus which had decorated his mentum were now beginning to bend into common stubble that covered his cheeks as well. His features, which had cashbox then retained a infantile and innocent mould, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once luminous eyes began to dull.


His slender and boyish cock, with its rosy pink headspring peeping out of the foreskin was now more than of a man's cock. His slim and hairless organic structure had matured, developed muscles and tracings of whisker on chest and belly. The once scanty pubic hair that was like silken down, and with which I had loved to flirt, was now a thick woodland of scratchy curls from which his tool and balls emerged. The flight strip of pelt from his testicle to his ass trap, once fluid and hairless, a favourite way of life for my knife, and the trouncing of which was a sure fire way to commove and inflame his passionateness, was now covered in tomentum, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his marriage for the adjacent auspicious day, about 5 months in the future. We knew that the time to part was drawing closer. The frequency of our lovemaking seemed to become further and advance apart as the final day drew closer. We would expend far more time just talking or holding each other, instead of the common frenetic sexual lustfulness that had consumed us previously. Right up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a custom. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthdays with me ] our every merging had been based on the luxuria and desire we had felt for each former's bodies. Now as the shadow of his maturing body, changing visual aspect and his pending married couple fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.

Sometimes a boy passing on the route will trigger a store of those meter and acts. I sometimes see a Lester Willis Young boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay's name. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a thing of the past tense and something that ended a long time ago. Eventually we parted, without sorrow, without any bad feel. We still meet sometimes. But never refer to our past, the games we played or the desires that sustained our relationship for around the four days we had known each other intimately. Ajay's wife has produced only girl. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he suffer allowed his son to visit me.

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