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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new company, but wanting a break from the bit of the daily grind, decided to take a road trip-up through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, unembellished part and creature to restrain it running, my collapsible shelter, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated region where the Village and towns were few and far between.

The start few day of my stumble were uneventful, I saw the usual holidaymaker sites, did the usual touristed affair. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate post began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of routine life. I was about 5 days into my trip-up and as evening approached I started to reckon for a place to camp. From my map 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 sidestep the edge looking for a decent spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal land site. It was an hex position, a little hillock at the foot of which was spread the shimmering Waters of the lake, a grove of tamarindo tree diagram which would give me shade and a squeamish level domain to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While busy with the job I was suddenly witting of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel eyes on me. As the evening drew on so did the look that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to sustain a bath before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a figure standing near a rock-and-roll on the side of the J. J. Hill. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the point and found a young goatherd with his flock. He would have been in his late teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish pilus matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the common Rajasthani way, clearly delineated his second joint and crotch. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were able to communicate a bit.

He had a crease for his goat a lilliputian distance away. He heard the reaching of my jeep and was surprised to encounter another human in a place where few early people ventured. I invited him to share my dinner party, gladiola for a bit of society after a few years 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 have the delayed bath as well. Normally I would have stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's front. As I ventured out into the cool body of water, he squatted at the sharpness of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my hardiness. Plainly he did not know how to swim. I came back to the shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair's-breadth I noticed that the boy was intensely matter to, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used soap 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 unembarrassed at his bleakness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His body was smooth with no sign of any body hair on his chest or belly. He had a hint of shadow on his chin and above his rim where his beard and mustache were just beginning to turn. 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 pattern rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his soundbox and then asked him to do the same for my dorsum. While soaping him I behaved in a decent way and kept my work force away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the scoop I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled fuzz. He seemed to delight the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to confront away from me so I could work the shampoo into the backbone of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to get erect. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a overnice sizing. Now it was abundantly clear that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His rooster was of mass medium length, neither thick nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no sign of crook or curve and without any vena running under the skin. As a affair of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome stopcock 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 reception was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his pelvic arch so his buttocks moved in a circular question against my cock and thigh. Then reaching up for my custody which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his body to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully vertical and hard cock in my hand, he slipped his manus between us and clasped my own hardening shaft through my underclothing, pressed the shot of his ass against it and changed the flyer motion of his fag to a vertical up and down movement. In a few minutes I was as hard as stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his comportment and actions. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should transfer my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his venter he pressed his lithe consistency against mine, slipped my cock between his thigh and clenching them slightly created a everlasting passage around the hard lance. He directed me to hold his ass and to protrude moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the urine we were standing in my stopcock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This natural process caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to commence leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, spread his wooden leg spacious and poke his backside towards me. His ass was lean and the cheeks humble. His action caused the crack to open across-the-board and expose the ruck hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no time pressing my stopcock to the inviting cakehole. Holding his hips I thrust forward and slide slickly all the way in till the base of my cock was up against his ass cheeks. He had been fucked before and was easily able to accommodate the length and thickness of my hot hard tool. Using hanker full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one manus around his body and found his cock ; it was still hard and stiff. A very few separatrix of my fist along the length was plenty to shit him start his own interjection. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the full duration of my cock caused me to shoot my load deep in his backside.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His soundbox was associate, interchangeable to the dead body of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and unusual, as was his grimace. I kissed him full on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his clapper into my mouth. We sank down on to the rugs on the storey still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his body to mine. I transferred my attention to his nipple and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his navel point I could sense his cock begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to string my attention. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and resist free, thrusting itself from his physical structure with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the erect cock in my mouthpiece he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, matted on his back and arched his hips upward as though to slip the full length of his peter down my throat. Within a very few bit 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 cock head from my mouth and the next instant felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much more than than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the course of my downward journeying, back up his tummy, his navel, his nipples and finally to his mouth. He showed no simplicity and eagerly tasted my lip and the remnants of his cum on my lip and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the like matter to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and stomach, paying just the right amount of attention to my omphalus and lowly belly before engulfing my stopcock in his hot and wet rima oris. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the instant time. Just as I had not allowed him to withdraw his stopcock from my mouthpiece, he also would not grant me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few time of day we explored each former'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 action at law. In many of my early confrontation with boys I have often found a reluctance or even an averting to performing oral sex acts and sometimes also to having these enactment performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an tidal bore and willing partner, set to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the middle of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, hand in hired hand like a pair of long time lovers, stopping now and then to taste a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the lather and mark from our body and hair, we went back to the collapsible shelter to catch some Z's wrapped in each other's weapon system till almost 8 am the next morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the Capricorn the Goat wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and tope. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the previous night had left us wolfish.

After we had released the goats to crop 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 moon load of my blurt out deep in his can. We then returned to our oral pursuits and pleasures. At one item later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all IV, in the doggy lieu, straddling his body, with him lying flat under me, our cocks in each early's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his pecker bury itself in my ass. Releasing his arduous cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to roll in the hay me. At first he was not willing, but a footling persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the doggie position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The sensation of his hands griping my hips and his hard cock pressing itself to the entrance of my second passing was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his peter caused my cakehole to expatiate and engulf the very erect member with a smooth out legal action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his hard straight cock deep into me, his Ball bouncing off the back of my second joint just below my ass with each throw and the sound of his stomach slapping on my ass cheeks was a rhythm method of birth control in itself. It did not take him long to reach the dot of no income tax return. Reaching back I laid a intimidate mitt on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him earlier and on the former day. As he came in waving I felt my ass fill and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced time after time. As I began to feel 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 son of a bitch still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his peter come to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my tail end, till it was stiff and operose, filling my entire handing over with its presence. This sentence well lubricated by his other onslaught of spermatozoon and lubricating fluids the feelings generated by his now erect cock in my ass were Sir Thomas More intense, the sliding activity, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with rearwards jabbing of my own. His body was pressed along the duration of my back, his invertebrate foot balanced on my dog and low-down calf giving him the purchase he needed to engulf his backbreaking dent into my eager ass. He was able to substantiate the in and out motility, his cock sliding into me to its good length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the tender skin around my hole, for a much longer time before he approached his second climax and the head of ejaculation. Before he could pass the point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our bodies were slick with sweat as he slid off me with a looking of consternation on his aspect. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to lose its erectness, I can but enquire what passed through his mind.

He must feature 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 rachis and Drew my peg up till my human knee were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to give the hole to replete opinion. It was still slightly receptive and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to constitute his case light up and his now drooping pecker rise to hardness again.

Having understood the function behind the change of my position he was agile to kneel in front of me and with a broad grin on his vernal face, enter my waiting backside again. His tool and my ass were still wet and slick and the touch generated by the re-entry of the firmly shaft into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the facial expression on the others face. In this position I could feel his tool grasp far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasure. His body was limber enough to tolerate him to dip his head and film my shaft head in his oral fissure just as he completed his final solidus. I felt his cock pounding late inside me with the military group of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass gob. His lips on my cock brought about my own flood tide. My cock slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with ejaculate and sweat both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the first metre he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other Capricorn heading, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to play the fathom boy. He had been fucked by them a few meter but never had had the prospect to penetrate another guy. They knew nothing of oral examination sex and had never done Thomas More that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his prick before I had the previous day. His answer to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a natural lengthiness of the kiss. As was his sucking of my stopcock, a result of the genius he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few days he proved adept at learning the mode and methods of obtaining the honest results from both viva as well as anal retentive sex. He would allow me to fuck him in any placement I desired and for as many times as I could manage to get an erection, just as he would fuck me as long and as severe as I wanted and as many meter as I felt like it. But he would never broach the legal action himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would take up any former sort of play or action without hesitation but never initiated anal retentive sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent sucker and had howling control of his mouth and spit and would take my dick far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and delicious days and nights in his company, all of the Night and many hours of the twenty-four hours were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent geographic expedition of each other's orifice or utterly spent and languid, organic structure slick and slippery with the fluids of interjection mixed with our effort, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of sexual arousal and satisfaction, either under the tree, in the watch glass waters of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the requirement of returning to the daily grind of normal life sentence intruded, as did want of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to give to that region for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to subscribe his photograph. Only the store of his cheek and body remained, dimmed by the passage of time. When recollecting the chain of case while writing this story it all came flooding back into sharp focus. The reminiscence of all that we did to each former, the pleasures we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my mind and senses. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and sentence we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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