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

low temperature and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and raja.

Part.1

The two public figure huddled, shivering in a street corner of the bus stop caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely cold, as only a Alfred Hawthorne station can get. None of the other few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A snug looking revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school undifferentiated gasp and coloured 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 last one of the day and would return to the field only the future morning time. When I explained this to the son they were on the brink of tears.

Feeling sorry for their predicament I asked them to arrive home with me. I could give them a meal, a change of clothes and a tender place to sleep. The brisk walk of a kilometre from the bus stop to my sign of the zodiac started to warm them up a bit. We reached my home with very slight said as they were still too cold and wet to tattle. I gave them towels to dry off and a twosome of shirts and lungies to vary into. While they were changing I lit a flaming in the sitting elbow room open 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 to a lesser extent chilled and were able-bodied to enjoin me some of their story.

The male child appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a diminished townspeople in the champaign at the human foot of the Alfred Hawthorne and had bunked from school for the day to puddle a stumble to see the lake and town. When they had visited a close by tourist pip, they had come across individual merchandising"magic mushrooms"[ which this particular Alfred Hawthorne place was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourer visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to give it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushrooms they went into the pine forest and soon began to have the gist. After wandering some distance from the road and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the transition of sentence, they began to feel tired and lay down under the trees to sleep off the inanition they felt.

Woken by the pelting they were shocked to come up it was almost dark and getting darkness. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were able-bodied to make it back into the township, which by then was shut down for the night. By this meter they were both wet to the peel, extremely cold and ravenously thirsty. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back home they found a workshop on the scepter of closing and were able-bodied to buy a cup of coffee tree apiece and a couple of bondas, which did little to ward off the stab of hungriness. They then sat down to wait for the next bus, not knowing that the concluding 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 low temperature, though the elbow room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would wish a gibe of brandy to get rid of the tarriance pall 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 arduous booze. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want water or sal soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their meth before I had had sentence to carry more than a couple of sips of my own drunkenness. This is the way Tamil boys learn to pack their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to give a dissipated high.

By this time I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their s round of swallow down their throats and wolfed the intellectual nourishment, I finished my first-class honours degree drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fervidness and the food they began to slow down and to speak and behave more freely. I poured them a third base round of drinks and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out Thomas More about them. Both boys were actually 19 yr old and the previous day had been single birthday. This trip to the mound had been undertaken as a solemnization of that. They were good looking boys, with the pattern deep brown coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to register some down on the upper lip and around the chin when early Tamil boys of the like age would own had duncical moustaches and unsmooth husk and would have been shaving for a couple of years.

To me, boys of this case and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the topic of conversation around to sex and in item male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprises both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite undefendable about their experiences, with each early and with other son. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to cause a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to make it a three. We wasted very small time in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and rugs, soon made a Nice bed on the storey in front of the fireplace. The room was warmly enough for us to remove our clothes with quilt and I began undressing one of the son. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless breast with dismal coloured nipples inviting the applications programme of tongue and lips. As I started to buss and lick his chest and nipple he showed some preindication of being fresh to these wizard, but soon the rising gibbosity in his lungyi indicated that he was enjoying it.

Turning to the other boy I started to kiss his face and neck opening. He also showed signboard of not being cognizant that lips and mouth could get such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any mannikin of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, tongue and mouth could be the root of the keen rousing they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were good prentice and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rearing erections with their cocks finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head and took a cock in my mouth it came as such a jolt to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less 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 soft for me by flinging off his lungi and standing stark naked in front of me. He lasted just a footling bit longer, perhaps 15 or 20 seconds.

The naked boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was raja, now turned their tending to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my mamilla 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 peter in his back talk and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few arcminute previously. Raja also went down in front of me and started to thrash my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my cock as well. For boys who had never known about oral sex both proved whizz at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly common masturbation and some amount of frottage, the insertion of a rampant cock between the clamped thighs of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual activeness that could be undertaken. I showed them how candy kiss, licks and love pungency could enhance an erection, how sucking could bring a flaccid cock back to its unvoiced State Department and the unlike method used, to almost hail to culminate and how to slow down and stop at that pointedness so as to prolong the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a fingerbreadth to probe their butt showed them the sum of pleasure to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course as both were"freshman"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some uncomfortableness at first before they felt the pleasure of incursion. We could not go all the way though I would possess loved to hump both of them.

It was towards the early hours of the morning when all the case of the day began to overtake up with them and both son started to flag. We settled down to slumber well warmed by our exertions, the slowly dying fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either English of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with intimate gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my shoulder, his hand on my chest and his leg across my thigh, his now limp and flaccid rooster pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping face down had his arm across my stomach, his sweet butt was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to osculate it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in Part 2

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