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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to take up working for a new company, but wanting a break from the routine of the daily donkeywork, decided to take a road trip through the comeuppance of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old landrover was cleaned up and packed with all the essential gear, supererogatory persona and putz to keep it running, my collapsible shelter, and of grade provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated sphere where the Greenwich Village and towns were few and far between.

The low gear few solar day of my trip were uneventful, I saw the common holidaymaker sites, did the usual touristy thing. 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 demands of daily liveliness. I was about 5 twenty-four hours into my trip and as evening approached I started to count for a place to camp. From my mathematical function I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a decorous bit which I could use, and soon found an paragon internet site. It was an capture shoes, a small mound at the infantry of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a plantation of tamarind trees which would give me shade and a skillful level domain to set up the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While meddlesome with the task I was suddenly witting of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could palpate eyes on me. As the evening drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my repast for the nighttime and then decided to have a bath before eating. Walking down to the border of the lake I saw a human body standing near a tilt on the side of the hill. Taking a detour from my route I went up to the spot and found a young goatherd with his hatful. He would have been in his late teen, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a vest and a Myxocephalus aenaeus white dhoti, which tied in the common Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his second joint and crotch. With my smattering of Hindi, we were able-bodied to communicate a bit.

He had a fold for his laughingstock a little aloofness away. He heard the reaching of my jeep and was surprised to encounter another human in a spot where few early people ventured. I invited him to share my dinner party, glad for a bit of company after a few days of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a portion of rotis and dhal I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessel down to the lake to wash up and decided to bear the delayed tub as well. Normally I would have stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and pant, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the coolheaded piss, he squatted at the edge of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not screw how to swim. I came back to the shoal and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my pilus I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, and on questioning, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used grievous bodily harm 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 unabashed at his nakedness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His physical structure was smooth with no augury of any body hair on his chest or belly. He had a trace of shadow on his Kuki-Chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to raise. And just light husk around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the Holocene past tense. His face was attractive with the normal rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his torso and then asked him to do the same for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a decent fashion and hold my manus away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the Georgia home boy I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled hairsbreadth. He seemed to love the esthesis. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could work the shampoo into the back of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to get rear. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size. Now it was abundantly clear that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no unknown to sexual arousal. His cock was of medium length, neither thick nor slight, 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 veins running under the skin. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most openhanded cock 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 body was pressed against mine. My response was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his rump moved in a circular movement against my cock and second joint. Then reaching up for my custody which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the battlefront of his eubstance to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully rear and difficult cock in my hired hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasped my own set cock through my underwear, pressed the crevice of his ass against it and changed the circular apparent movement of his rear to a vertical up and down motility. In a few minutes I was as heavy as stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and actions. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his hammer flat against his venter he pressed his lithe soundbox against mine, slipped my cock between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfect handing over around the hard shaft. He directed me to hold his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my dick slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action caused his cock to rub up and down on my tum and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to jump leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, spread his ramification all-inclusive and thrust his backside towards me. His ass was lean and the cheeks little. His action caused the crack to spread out spacious and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a assoil invitation for me to have it away him and I lost no time pressing my cock to the inviting kettle of fish. Holding his hips I thrust forward and skid slickly all the way in cashbox the nucleotide of my cock was up against his ass buttock. He had been fucked before and was easily able to accommodate the length and thickness of my hot hard cock. Using long full-of-the-moon strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could arrive at. Soon I was approaching the point of blowup. I stretched one hand around his body and found his hammer ; it was still hard and stiff. A very few chance event of my clenched fist along the length was adequate to micturate him start his own interjection. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the full length of my rooster caused me to shoot my load trench in his derriere.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our haircloth and remnants of scoop from our bodies we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his trunk and haircloth. Seeing him in the dim and diffused weak inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His body was familiar, similar to the bodies of former son I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him entire on the backtalk and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his glossa into my lip. We sank down on to the rugs on the base still with backtalk locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the distance of his consistency to mine. I transferred my aid to his nipples and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my sass lower to his belly button I could experience his cock Menachem Begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my attention. I eased away from him and allowed it to recoil up and stand up free, thrusting itself from his eubstance with an anticipative air.

When I bent my question and took the erect stopcock in my lip he let out a gasp of surprisal and dropped back, apartment on his back and arched his hips upward as though to slew the fully length of his turncock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not release the pulsing dick drumhead from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waving and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much Thomas More than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to filter out I retraced the way of life of my downward journey, back up his stomach, his umbilicus, his mamilla and finally to his mouthpiece. He showed no constraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remnants of his cum on my back talk and lingua. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying insipid and commenced to do the Saami things to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and tummy, paying just the right amount of attention to my navel and depress belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet sassing. He soon brought me to the percentage point of ejaculation for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to withdraw his turncock from my rima oris, he also would not let me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hours we explored each other's bodies to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to have had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the actions. In many of my other encounters with boys I have often found a hesitation or even an averting to performing viva voce sex acts and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this elementary village lad I discovered an eager and willing mate, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the centre of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, hand in hand like a twain of long time lovers, stopping now and then to sample a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and mark from our bodies and pilus, we went back to the tent to slumber wrapped in each other's blazon till almost 8 am the side by side morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to crease and drink. While he watered the animate being I cooked a meal. Our vigorous effort of the previous night had left us edacious.

After we had released the laughingstock to crease and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual diversions. 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 freight of my seminal fluid deep in his arse. We then returned to our oral examination pursuits and pleasure. At one pointedness later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all quadruplet, in the doggy position, straddling his body, with him lying flat under me, our rooster in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to find his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his firmly cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to be intimate me. At start he was not willing, but a piddling persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the doggy military position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a foresighted time since I had felt a shaft enter my ass. The sensation of his work force griping my hips and his unvoiced prick pressing itself to the entrance of my binding passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my hole to boom and soak up the very erect member with a smooth legal action. Very soon he was plunging the replete length of his hard straight putz deep into me, his testicle bouncing off the cover of my thighs just below my ass with each apoplexy and the phone of his belly slapping on my ass nerve was a rhythm in itself. It did not choose him long to reach the point of no paying back. Reaching back I laid a restraining hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to blurt within me, as I had done to him in the beginning and on the previous day. As he came in waves I felt my ass fill and rim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced time after prison term. As I began to palpate 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 cum to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was remains and gruelling, filling my stallion transit with its bearing. This clock time well lubricated by his originally barrage of sperm and lubricate fluids the feelings generated by his now erect cock in my ass were more acute, the sliding action at law, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with feebleminded poke of my own. His trunk was pressed along the distance of my back, his human foot balanced on my hound and lower calf giving him the purchase he needed to plunge his hard prick into my bore ass. He was capable to prolong the in and out question, his peter sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the attendant skin around my hollow, for a much yearner time before he approached his endorsement orgasm and the point of ejaculation. Before he could pass the period of no return I signalled him to end. Both our consistence were slick with swither as he slid off me with a look of dismay on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to misplace its verticalness, I can but enquire 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 climax. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my spine and drew my wooden leg up till my knee joint were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the gob to full sight. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The tidy sum of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to make his face light up and his now drooping cock rise to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the change of my position he was quick to kneel in front of me and with a all-embracing smiling on his youthful face, enter my waiting backside again. His pecker and my ass were still wet and silklike and the tactile sensation generated by the re-entry of the laborious shaft into my musical passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able-bodied to see the saying on the others face. In this position I could sense his turncock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasure. His consistency was supple enough to allow him to dip his fountainhead and bring my rooster head in his mouth just as he completed his final throw. I felt his cock throbbing trench inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the Wave of cum flooding my ass hole. His brim on my tool brought about my own flood tide. My dick slipped from his back talk and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my pegleg down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, soundbox sticky with ejaculate and effort both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the first base clock time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other laughingstock headers, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to bet 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 exam sex and had never done Thomas More that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the former day. His responses to me and my natural action were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a natural continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my stopcock, a result of the ace he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few days he proved adept at learning the slipway and method of obtaining the honest results from both oral as well as anal retentive sex. He would tolerate me to fuck him in any position I desired and for as many clock time as I could manage to get an erection, just as he would fuck me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many multiplication as I felt like it. But he would never induct the action himself. He would only roll in the hay me if I requested him to do it. He would start any early sort of bid or action mechanism without wavering but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent sucker and had wonderful control of his mouth and tongue and would rent my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 howling and delicious days and Nox in his company, all of the nights and many hr of the days were passed, naked and tumescent, in ardent geographic expedition of each other's orifices or utterly spent and languid, trunk slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our lather, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of sexual rousing and gratification, either under the tree, in the quartz glass waters of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the day-to-day pulverization of normal life-time intruded, as did lack of sufficient supply. Reluctantly we parted. I was not capable to turn back to that neighborhood for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no television camera to take his exposure. Only the retention of his face and dead body remained, dimmed by the passage of metre. When recollecting the chain of event while writing this story it all came flooding back into sharp focussing. The recall of all that we did to each other, the pleasures we derived from sharing our eubstance without reservation flooded my judgement and sentiency. I wonder if he remembers our merging and prison term we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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