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Cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and genus Raja.

Part.1

The two figures huddled, shivering in a nook of the bus catch caught my aid as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely cold, as only a hill station can get. None of the former few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to discover them and went hurriedly on their way. A airless look revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform pant and color shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the net one of the day and would return to the plain only the succeeding break of day. When I explained this to the boys they were on the verge of tears.

Feeling sorry for their plight I asked them to derive home with me. I could gift them a meal, a change of clothes and a ardent home to sleep. The brisk base on balls of a kilometre from the bus full point to my house started to warm them up a bit. We reached my home with very picayune said as they were still too common cold and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a ardour in the sitting room fireplace 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 less chilled and were able to severalise me some of their story.

The boys appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a low town in the plains at the metrical unit of the hills and had bunked from schooling for the day to make a trip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a end by tourer spot, they had come across soul merchandising"magic mushrooms"[ which this particular hill post was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourer visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to commit it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom-shaped cloud they went into the pine woods and soon began to see the effects. After wandering some aloofness from the route and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the passage of time, they began to feel tired and lay down under the trees to log Z's off the languor they felt.

Woken by the rain they were shocked to see it was almost nighttime and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were able to produce it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the Nox. By this time they were both wet to the skin, extremely cold-blooded and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back home base they found a shop on the verge of closing and were able to buy a cup of coffee apiece and a couple of bondas, which did piffling to ward off the pangs of hunger. They then sat down to wait for the next 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 insensate, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would care a shooting of brandy to get rid of the tarriance chill and foreclose 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 salute and were quite used to having severely liquor. I poured out three nip of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not require water or sodium carbonate with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had meter to take more than a couple of sips of my own drunkenness. This is the way Tamil boys determine to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to hand a fast high.

By this time I had prepared a more solid repast and while they poured their indorsement round of drinks down their throats and wolfed the nutrient, I finished my first swallow. Warmed by the brandy, the flame and the food they began to relax and to talk and behave more freely. I poured them a third base circle of drinks and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the former day had been ace birthday. This trip to the hills had been undertaken as a solemnization of that. They were ripe looking male child, with the convention coffee tree coloured peel of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial nerve hair. Both were just starting to show some down on the speed lip and around the Chin when other Tamil boys of the same age would have had loggerheaded moustaches and rough stubble and would ingest been shaving for a mates of years.

To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the topic of conversation around to sex and in particular proposition male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprise both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite open about their experiences, with each other and with early boys. Perhaps, their suppression loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to pee it a threesome. We wasted very little time in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and carpet, soon made a nice bed on the floor in battlefront of the fireplace. The room was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comfort and I began undressing one of the male child. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless dresser with dark coloured nipples inviting the application program of tongue and lips. As I started to kiss and work his chest and nipples he showed some signs of being unused to these sensations, but soon the rising bulge in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

Turning to the other boy I started to kiss his face and neck. He also showed signaling of not being aware that backtalk and mouth could rush such wizard. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any variety of kissing or licking action, never even knew that lips, spit and mouth could be the germ of the dainty arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were good learner and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erecting with their cocks finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attending. When I bent my head and took a cock in my mouth it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his onus of cum in less than ten seconds.

The other 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 front of me. He lasted just a petty bit longer, perhaps 15 or 20 seconds.

The nude boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was Raja, now turned their attention to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to cream my nipples and chest, 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 sassing and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few minutes previously. rajah also went down in straw man of me and started to lick my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my pecker as well. For boys who had never known about viva sex both proved adept at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly common masturbation and some amount of money of frottage, the insertion of a rampant cock between the clamped thighs of another ; I now introduced them to the full moon spectrum of sexual body process that could be undertaken. I showed them how kisses, punch and have a go at it morsel could enhance an erection, how suction could fetch a flaccid turncock back to its laborious State Department and the different methods used, to almost come to climax and how to slow down and stop at that head so as to prolong the pleasance. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to dig into their shtup showed them the amount of delight to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course of instruction as both were"fresher"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some discomfort at first before they felt the delight of insight. We could not go all the way though I would bear loved to fuck both of them.

It was towards the other hours of the dayspring when all the event of the day began to catch up with them and both boys started to ease off. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our travail, the slowly dying ardour lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either slope of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, fill with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my shoulder, his hand on my thorax and his leg across my thigh, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. genus Raja, sleeping face down had his arm across my venter, his sweet hindquarters was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in Part 2

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