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Cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and genus Raja.

Part.1

The two figures huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus check caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at Night, wet and extremely common cold, as only a pitcher's mound station can get. None of the former few rider, who had been on the bus seemed to find them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer look revealed two Lester Willis Young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school consistent trouser and colourise shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely answer to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would devolve to the knit stitch only the adjacent morning. When I explained this to the boys they were on the verge of tears.

Feeling sorry for their quandary I asked them to come home with me. I could move over them a meal, a change of wearing apparel and a warm post to kip. The rattling walk of a km from the bus stop to my business firm started to warm up them up a bit. We reached my stead with very short said as they were still too cold and wet to blab. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple 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 stadium of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling less chilled and were able-bodied to tell me some of their story.

The boys appeared to be about 18 or 19 year old. They were both from a humble town in the plains at the foot of the pitcher's mound and had bunked from school for the day to make a trip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a ending by tourist daub, they had come across someone selling"magic mushroom-shaped cloud"[ which this particular mound station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many extraneous tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to fall in it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom-shaped cloud they went into the pine forest and soon began to experience the issue. After wandering some distance from the route and with no real thought of how far they had gone or the musical passage of sentence, they began to feel play out and lay down under the trees to slumber off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the rainwater they were shocked to ascertain it was almost dark and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were able to make it back into the townspeople, which by then was shut down for the Nox. By this metre they were both wet to the hide, extremely inhuman and ravenously thirsty. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back family they found a workshop on the brink of windup and were able to buy a cup of coffee apiece and a couple of bondas, which did minuscule to ward off the sting of hunger. They then sat down to wait for the next bus, not knowing that the terminal 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 frigid, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would care a guesswork of brandy to get rid of the lingering chill and forbid them from catching pneumonia. With the common Tamalian shyness, they at first refused, but when I pressed them a bit they admitted that they did drink and were quite used to having hard pot liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want water or soda water with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their field glass before I had had sentence to take more than a couple of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys take to submit their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to give a fast high.

By this time I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their secondly round of boozing down their throat and wolfed the food, I finished my first drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food they began to loose and to utter and bear more freely. I poured them a third base round of beverage and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more than about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the old day had been ones birthday. This trip to the pitcher's mound had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking boys, with the normal coffee tree coloured tegument of Tamils, though strange was the fact, that neither of them had much nervus facialis fuzz. Both were just starting to show some down on the upper lip and around the Kuki when other Tamil boys of the Lapplander age would have had thick mustache and rough stubble and would have been shaving for a couple of years.

To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a intimate way, so slowly I brought the matter of conversation around to sex and in finicky male person 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 former boys. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to take it a III. We wasted very piffling time in talking after that and delivery in some cover and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the story in battlefront of the fireplace. The room was ardent enough for us to remove our wearing apparel with comfort and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark coloured nipples inviting the application of tongue and lips. As I started to kiss and lick his dresser and nipples he showed some mansion of being idle to these sensations, but soon the rising protuberance in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

Turning to the other boy I started to kiss his facial expression and cervix. He also showed signs of not being aware that lips and mouth could have such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any variety of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, clapper and mouth could be the author of the dainty arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were unspoilt scholar and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erections with their cocks finding the way out of the plication of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head teacher and took a peter in my mouth it came as such a impact to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less than ten irregular.

The early boy having seen what I had done to the former, and was now about to do to him, made it gentle for me by flinging off his lungi and standing stark naked in front 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 lungyi, whose name was Raja, now turned their attention to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my mammilla and chest, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underclothing and with surprisingly, no mental reservation took the length of my cock in his mouth and began to lactate it just as I had done to him a few hour previously. Raja also went down in battlefront of me and started to solve my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my cock as well. For boys who had never known about oral examination sex both proved adept at the task.

To particular date their experiences had been mostly mutual onanism and some measure of frottage, the insertion of a rampant cock between the clamped thighs of another ; I now introduced them to the wide spectrum of intimate body process that could be undertaken. I showed them how kisses, poke and love bites could enhance an erection, how sucking could bring a flaccid cock back to its operose state and the different methods used, to almost come to culminate and how to retard down and hold back at that pointedness so as to prolong the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to probe their behind showed them the sum of delight to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course as both were"fresher"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some discomfort at first before they felt the pleasance of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would feature loved to fuck both of them.

It was towards the early hours of the morning when all the events of the day began to catch up with them and both boys started to flag. We settled down to kip well warmed by our travail, the slowly snuff it flame lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either face of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, satiate with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my shoulder, his hand on my breast and his leg across my second joint, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping fount down had his arm across my tum, his sweet-scented backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in Part 2

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