This a true story. reviewer are advised not to read if offended by mature/young gay sex.

Cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and genus Raja.

Part.1

The two figures huddled, shivering in a recess of the bus stop caught my tending as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely moth-eaten, as only a mound station can get. None of the other few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to point out them and went hurriedly on their way. A close-fitting look revealed two Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform trouser and colourise shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely respond to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would reelect to the plains only the next morning. When I explained this to the boys they were on the verge of tears.

smell sorry for their plight I asked them to come home with me. I could chip in them a meal, a change of dress and a warm spot to sleep. The merry walk of a km from the bus hitch to my house started to warm up them up a bit. We reached my place with very piffling said as they were still too cold and wet to verbalize. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to alter into. While they were changing I lit a fervidness in the session elbow room fireplace and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two bowls of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling less chilled and were able to tell me some of their story.

The boys appeared to be about 18 or 19 age old. They were both from a small town in the plain stitch at the foot of the pitcher's mound and had bunked from shoal for the day to establish a trip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a close by holidaymaker point, they had come across someone selling"thaumaturgy mushroom cloud"[ which this particular hill station was renowned for producing ]. They had heard of many alien holidaymaker visiting, to buy and use these mushroom and decided to give it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom they went into the true pine forest and soon began to know the effects. After wandering some aloofness from the road and with no real thought of how far they had gone or the enactment of clip, they began to feel bore and lay down under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to sleep off the languor they felt.

Woken by the pelting they were shocked to find it was almost Nox and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were able to make it back into the townsfolk, which by then was shut down for the dark. By this time they were both wet to the cutis, extremely moth-eaten and ravenously athirst. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back home they found a store on the verge of culmination and were able to buy a cup of coffee apiece and a couple of bondas, which did little to ward off the twinge of thirst. They then sat down to wait for the next bus, not knowing that the last bus going down the mound had already departed. That is how they came to be where I found them.

They were perkerier by now but still feeling cold, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a guesswork of brandy to get rid of the tarriance thrill and prevent 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 drink in and were quite used to having hard liquor. I poured out three dig of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not desire water or soda ash with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their trash before I had had clip to take More than a mates of sips of my own drinking. This is the way Tamil boys learn to take their pot likker, almost neat and gulped down to give a fast high.

By this metre I had prepared a more substantial repast and while they poured their second troll of deglutition down their pharynx and wolfed the nutrient, I finished my first base beverage. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food for thought they began to relax and to verbalise and behave more freely. I poured them a third rung of drinks and told them to go slow down with these. We started chatting in a universal way and I found out more than about them. Both male child were actually 19 years old and the previous day had been ones birthday. This trip to the hill had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking boys, with the normal umber coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had often seventh cranial nerve fuzz. Both were just starting to express some down on the upper lip and around the Chin when early Tamil boys of the Saami age would have had thick moustaches and rough husk and would have been shaving for a distich of years.

To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the issue of conversation around to sex and in fussy male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprises both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite clear about their experiences, with each other and with other son. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to hold a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to induce it a threesome. We wasted very slight clip in talking after that and delivery in some blanket and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the trading floor in front of the fireplace. The room was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comfort and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with colored coloured tit inviting the application of tongue and sassing. As I started to buss and lick his thorax and teat he showed some signs of being unused to these adept, but soon the rising bulge in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

Turning to the former boy I started to kiss his face and neck. He also showed signs of not being aware that lips and oral fissure could induce such superstar. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any word form of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that sassing, glossa and mouth could be the source of the exquisite arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like pro. Both were sound learners and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant hard-on with their hammer finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head and took a tool in my mouth it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less than ten arcsecond.

The former boy having seen what I had done to the other, and was now about to do to him, made it light 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 nude boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose public figure was Raja, now turned their aid to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my pap and pectus, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underclothes and with surprisingly, no qualification took the duration of my pecker in his mouth and began to nurse it just as I had done to him a few hour previously. raja also went down in movement of me and started to lick my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my turncock as well. For boys who had never known about oral sex both proved adept at the task.

To particular date their experiences had been mostly reciprocal masturbation and some amount of frottage, the intromission of a rampant cock between the clamped thigh of another ; I now introduced them to the replete spectrum of sexual natural process that could be undertaken. I showed them how kisses, poke and love snack could enhance an erection, how sucking could bring a flaccid cock back to its firmly state and the different methods used, to almost come to climax and how to slack down and hold on at that peak so as to keep up the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to dig into their derriere showed them the amount of pleasure to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course of instruction as both were"freshers"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger's breadth caused them some irritation at firstly before they felt the pleasure of incursion. We could not go all the way though I would take in loved to do it both of them.

It was towards the early time of day of the break of the day when all the issue of the day began to overtake up with them and both son started to flag. We settled down to slumber well warmed by our sweat, the slowly anxious fervidness lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either slope of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my shoulder, his hand on my breast and his leg across my thighs, his now limp and soft cock pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping side down had his arm across my belly, his sweet-flavored buns was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in Part 2

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