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

Cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two physique huddled, shivering in a quoin of the bus stay caught my tending as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely frigid, as only a Benny Hill station can get. None of the other few rider, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A penny-pinching facial expression revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be shoal uniform trouser and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely answer to my interrogative. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would return to the field only the next dayspring. When I explained this to the boys they were on the scepter of tears.

feeling sorry for their plight I asked them to occur home with me. I could hand them a meal, a alteration of clothes and a warm up post to log Z's. The brisk walk of a kilometre from the bus stop to my house started to warm them up a bit. We reached my place with very lilliputian said as they were still too cold and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a twain of shirts and lungies to interchange into. While they were changing I lit a flame in the posing 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 apart me some of their story.

The boys appeared to be about 18 or 19 old age old. They were both from a small-scale town in the plains at the groundwork of the hills and had bunked from schooling for the day to have a slip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a finis by holidaymaker smirch, they had come across individual merchandising"magic mushroom cloud"[ which this particular mound station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushroom cloud and decided to give it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom-shaped cloud they went into the pine wood and soon began to experience the effects. After wandering some distance from the route and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the transition of time, they began to feel fatigue and lay down under the trees to sleep off the slackness they felt.

Woken by the rainwater they were shocked to find it was almost night and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were able to make it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the Nox. By this time they were both wet to the peel, extremely cold and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back dwelling they found a workshop on the brink of ending and were able to buy a cup of coffee bean apiece and a couple of bondas, which did little to ward off the sting of hunger. They then sat down to wait for the next bus, not knowing that the conclusion 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 guess of brandy to get rid of the lingering chill 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 and were quite used to having surd liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want body of water or soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their spectacles before I had had time to subscribe more than than a couple of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys watch to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to give a fast high.

By this prison term I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their indorse beat of swallow down their throats and wolfed the food, I finished my low gear drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food they began to decompress and to speak and carry more freely. I poured them a third round of beverage and told them to go slow down 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 late day had been ones birthday. This trip to the hills had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking boys, with the pattern coffee bean coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial whisker. Both were just starting to show some down on the pep pill lip and around the chin when former Tamil boys of the same age would hold had deep moustaches and rough stubble and would cause been shaving for a couple 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 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 former and with other 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 make it a threesome. We wasted very little time in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the floor in straw man of the fireplace. The room was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comfort and I began undressing one of the boy. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark coloured teat inviting the application of spit and brim. As I started to kiss and work out his chest and nipples he showed some sign of the zodiac of being fresh to these hotshot, but soon the rising gibbosity in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turning to the early boy I started to osculate his brass and neck. He also showed signs of not being aware that backtalk and mouth could induct such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any word form of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, tongue and mouth could be the source of the exquisite 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 rearing hard-on with their cocks finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head teacher and took a stopcock in my oral fissure it came as such a impact to the boy that he shot his consignment of cum in to a lesser extent than ten seconds.

The other boy having seen what I had done to the other, and was now about to do to him, made it sluttish for me by flinging off his lungyi and standing stark naked in front of me. He lasted just a little bit longer, perhaps 15 or 20 seconds.

The au naturel 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 lick my nipples and breast, working his way down to my belly. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trouser and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reserve took the length of my cock in his sass and began to breastfeed it just as I had done to him a few minutes previously. rajah also went down in front of me and started to lick my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my pecker as well. For boys who had never known about oral sex both proved adept at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly mutual masturbation and some amount of frottage, the insertion of a rampant cock between the clamped thigh of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual natural process that could be undertaken. I showed them how kisses, biff and love morsel could enhance an erection, how sucking could work a flaccid stopcock back to its hard state of matter and the different method acting used, to almost come to climax and how to slow down and stop at that point so as to prolong the joy. I told them about anal retentive sex and using a digit to examine their tail showed them the amount of pleasure to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course as both were"freshers"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some discomfort at first base before they felt the pleasure of incursion. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to fuck both of them.

It was towards the former 60 minutes of the morning when all the events of the day began to catch up with them and both boy started to flag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our exertions, the slowly snuff it attack lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either position 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 thigh, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping face down had his arm across my stomach, his cherubic seat was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in region 2

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