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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 routine of the daily mill, decided to take a road trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, plain parts and tools to keep it running, my tent, and of class provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the village and towns were few and far between.

The foremost few days of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourer situation, did the usual touristed affair. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate places began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demand of workaday living. I was about 5 days into my trip and as evening approached I started to look for a place to camp. From my function I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to pass the nighttime there. I drove towards the lake and started to border the edge looking for a decent smirch which I could use, and soon found an ideal situation. It was an transport blank space, a small hillock at the groundwork of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a grove of Tamarindus indica Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree which would devote me shade and a nice degree domain to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set affair up. While interfering with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could find eyes on me. As the evening drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to feature a bath before eating. Walking down to the sharpness of the lake I saw a physical body standing near a rock on the face of the hill. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the stain and found a young goatherd with his flock. He would have been in his former teenager, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grimy white-hot dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thigh and genitals. With my handful of Hindi, we were able to commune a bit.

He had a fold for his Capricorn the Goat a little space away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to happen another human in a place where few other people ventured. I invited him to contribution my dinner, glad for a bit of fellowship after a few daylight 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 vas down to the lake to wash up and decided to consume the delayed bath as well. Normally I would take in stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's comportment. As I ventured out into the cool waters, he squatted at the edge of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my dare. Plainly he did not be intimate how to float. I came back to the shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, 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 unabashed at his nudeness, he had goose egg on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His organic structure was smooth with no mark of any body hair on his dresser or belly. He had a hint of phantom on his Kuki and above his lips where his beard and mustache were just beginning to grow. And just Christ Within shuck around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the recent past. His face was attractive with the normal rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the same for my dorsum. While soaping him I behaved in a decent manner and hold on my hands away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his prospicient and rather tangled hair. He seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to look away from me so I could figure out the shampoo into the rear of his whisker. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become put up. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size of it. Now it was abundantly clear that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no unknown to intimate arousal. His dick 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 house of bend or curve and without any nervure running under the skin. As a thing of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome tool 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 observable to him very soon.

When he felt my rousing he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his buttocks moved in a rotary apparent motion against my cock and second joint. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his body to his now rampant shaft. When I grasped his now fully erect and hard cock in my hired man, he slipped his manus between us and clasped my own hardening cock through my underclothing, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the round motion of his can to a vertical up and down motion. In a few transactions I was as hard as Harlan Fisk Stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and action at law. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should murder my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his paunch he pressed his lithe trunk against mine, slipped my rooster between his second joint and clenching them slightly created a perfect passage around the hard shaft. He directed me to hold his ass and to start out moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This natural action caused his dick to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him constrain even more and to start leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, knack over, spread his legs wide and thrust his backside towards me. His ass was thin and the face small. His natural process caused the wisecrack to open wide and peril the ruck hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no metre pressing my cock to the inviting hollow. Holding his coxa I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in cashbox the base of my cock was up against his ass buttock. He had been fucked before and was easily able to accommodate the distance and thickness of my hot hard cock. Using yearn full solidus I fucked his ass as deeply as I could gain. Soon I was approaching the breaker point of detonation. I stretched one deal around his dead body and found his stopcock ; it was still hard and sozzled. A very few strokes of my clenched fist along the length was adequate to relieve oneself him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the heartbeat of his ejaculation straits within his body and along the full length of my dick caused me to shoot my load deep in his backside.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and leftover of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the body of water from his body and fuzz. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His body was comrade, similar to the body of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him full on the mouth and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his spit into my backtalk. We sank down on to the rugs on the level still with rim locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the duration of his body to mine. I transferred my aid to his mamilla and chest of drawers, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my oral cavity lower to his navel point I could feel his cock begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to depict my attention. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and resist free, thrusting itself from his torso with an big air.

When I bent my straits and took the erect putz in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, flatbed on his spinal column and arched his hips upward as though to slide the full duration of his cock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching sexual climax. He tried to crusade me off indicating that he was about to blunder out. But I did not release the pulsing cock head teacher from my mouthpiece and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much Sir Thomas More than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the path of my downward journeying, back up his abdomen, his navel, his mamilla and finally to his back talk. He showed no chasteness and eagerly tasted my backtalk and the leftover of his cum on my sass and clapper. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the same thing to me. He kissed and licked my teat and breadbasket, paying just the right amount of attention to my navel and frown belly before engulfing my stopcock in his hot and wet oral fissure. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second metre. Just as I had not allowed him to take away his cock from my mouth, he also would not allow me to slay mine from his mouth and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hours we explored each early's consistency to the maximum. Though he was only a boy he seemed to suffer had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the actions. In many of my other clash with boys I have often found a hesitation or even an aversion to performing viva sex turn and sometimes also to having these deed performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an aegir and willing mate, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the midsection of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonshine, hand in hired hand like a couplet of farsighted time lovers, stopping now and then to sample a lollygag kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and mark from our bodies and hairsbreadth, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each early's arms till almost 8 am the following morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to rake and drink. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the former Nox had left us ravenous.

After we had released the Goat to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual diversions. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to have sex his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full phase of the moon warhead of my ejaculate deep in his backside. We then returned to our oral pursuit and pleasure. At one detail later in the day while indulging in a school term of 69, I was on all fours, in the doggy billet, straddling his body, with him lying flatbed under me, our cocks in each other's sassing, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his hard cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At kickoff he was not willing, but a trivial persuading from me had him go behind me as I remained in the doggy position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long fourth dimension since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The sensation of his hands griping my hips and his unvoiced cock pressing itself to the entrance of my back handing over was extremely titillating. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his torso as he was pushing forward with his peter caused my jam to expand and soak up the very erect member with a legato action. Very soon he was plunging the wide-cut length of his hard straight turncock deep into me, his balls bouncing off the spinal column of my thighs just below my ass with each solidus and the audio of his stomach slapping on my ass cheek was a calendar method in itself. It did not take him long to reach the point of no return. Reaching back I laid a restraining mitt on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him originally and on the former day. As he came in waves I felt my ass fill and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced time after sentence. 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 prick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his pecker come to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and tough, filling my stallion passage with its presence. This meter well lubricated by his sooner outpouring of sperm and lubricate fluids the feelings generated by his now erect shaft in my ass were more intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hip joint off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with half-witted driving force of my own. His consistence was pressed along the length of my backbone, his groundwork balanced on my dog and lower calf giving him the leveraging he needed to plunge his firmly prick into my eagre ass. He was able to sustain the in and out motion, his prick sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stalk roughly rubbing on the tender skin around my muddle, for a much thirster time before he approached his second orgasm and the head of ejaculation. Before he could pass the item of no return I signalled him to barricade. Both our bodies were slick with lather as he slid off me with a look of alarm on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to fall back its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must have thought something was amiss, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his coming. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and drew my wooden leg up till my knee joint were almost level with my pinna. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the yap to broad sight. It was still slightly receptive and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The ken of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was decent to make his face light up and his now drooping dick rising to hardness again.

Having understood the use behind the change of my position he was quick to kneel in social movement of me and with a broad grin on his youthful face, put down my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and slick and the opinion generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very vivid as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this spatial relation I could feel his stopcock orbit far deeper in my ass bringing me keen pleasure. His organic structure was supple enough to allow him to dip his head and call for my cock pass in his mouth just as he completed his last diagonal. I felt his putz throb deep inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the undulation of cum flooding my ass hole. His lips on my cock brought about my own climax. My cock slipped from his back talk 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 commencement time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat header, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to play the ass boy. He had been fucked by them a few metre but never had had the fortune to bottom another guy. They knew nothing of unwritten sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock 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 continuance of the kiss. As was his sucking of my dick, a result of the sense he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the future few day he proved adept at learning the room and method of obtaining the best solution from both oral as well as anal sex. He would allow me to fuck him in any position I desired and for as many times as I could manage to get an erecting, just as he would make love me as long and as backbreaking as I wanted and as many sentence as I felt like it. But he would never broach the action himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would come out any former sorting of play or action without reluctance but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent fall guy and had fantastic control of his oral fissure and clapper and would take my dick far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and yummy days and dark in his company, all of the nighttime and many time of day of the days were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each other's orifices or utterly spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of interjection mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of intimate foreplay and satisfaction, either under the trees, in the watch crystal H2O of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the daily swot of normal life intruded, as did lack of sufficient supply. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to return to that neighborhood for quite a few geezerhood and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no tv camera to remove his photograph. Only the memories of his facial expression and consistence remained, dimmed by the passage of metre. When recollecting the range of mountains of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into sharp nidus. The anamnesis of all that we did to each other, the pleasure we derived from sharing our trunk without qualification flooded my mind and senses. I wonder if he remembers our confluence and prison term we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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