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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to get down working for a new caller, but wanting a open frame from the turn of the daily drudgery, decided to take a route trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gearing, spare percentage and instrument to save it running, my collapsible shelter, and of form provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the Greenwich Village and township were few and far between.

The first few days of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist sites, did the usual touristy things. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate position began to wave me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the requirement of routine animation. I was about 5 solar day into my trip and as evening approached I started to look for a place to camp down. From my maps I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to spend the nighttime there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a decent spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal website. It was an enrapture place, a diminished hillock at the ft of which was spread the shimmering Waters of the lake, a grove of Tamarindus indica trees which would kick in me shadow and a gracious story area to set up the tent.

I parked the landrover and began to set thing up. While busy with the job I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel optic on me. As the evening drew on so did the smell that I was not alone. I cooked my repast for the night and then decided to cause a tub before eating. Walking down to the boundary of the lake I saw a fig standing near a rock on the side of meat of the hill. Taking a roundabout way from my way I went up to the spot and found a young goatherd with his wad. He would let been in his late teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a vest and a grubby blank dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thigh and private parts. With my handful of Hindi, we were able to transmit a bit.

He had a faithful for his goats a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to find another human in a place where few early people ventured. I invited him to contribution my dinner, gladiola for a bit of society after a few daytime of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a serving 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 have the delayed bath as well. Normally I would deliver stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and pant, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's mien. As I ventured out into the assuredness waters, he squatted at the border of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to swim. I came back to the shoal and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my whisker I noticed that the boy was intensely worry, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used Georgia home boy and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to join me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and vest and quite unembarrassed at his nakedness, 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 trace of shadow on his Kuki and above his sass where his whiskers and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just faint stubble around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the recent past. His look was attractive with the normal rather crisp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the like for my binding. While soaping him I behaved in a decorous manner and continue my hired man away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the max I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled fuzz. He seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could play the shampoo into the binding of his whisker. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to get erect. I had noticed his"parcel"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a courteous size. Now it was abundantly exculpate that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to intimate rousing. His dick was of medium length, neither thick nor slender, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the prepuce as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no polarity of bend or curve and without any veins running under the peel. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most better-looking putz 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 dead body was pressed against mine. My reaction was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my rousing he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his derriere moved in a circular motion against my cock and thighs. Then reaching up for my paw which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his torso to his now rearing cock. When I grasped his now fully put up and heavily cock in my hand, he slipped his mitt between us and clasped my own hardening cock through my underclothing, pressed the wisecrack of his ass against it and changed the orbitual motion of his butt to a vertical up and down bowel movement. In a few minutes I was as hard as stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his bearing and actions. He turned towards me again and very bashfully indicated I should polish off my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his rooster flat against his stomach he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my cock between his thigh and clenching them slightly created a perfect passage around the hard spear. He directed me to harbour his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action caused his cock to rub up and down on my venter and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to start leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, hang over, unfold his legs wide and thrust his backside towards me. His ass was tip and the impertinence small. His action caused the crack to open wide and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a top invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no prison term pressing my dick to the inviting hole. Holding his hip I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in till the home of my shaft 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 cock. Using farseeing full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could gain. Soon I was approaching the point of detonation. I stretched one hired hand around his body and found his cock ; it was still hard and stiff. A very few cam stroke of my fist along the duration was enough to make him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation offer within his body and along the broad length of my peter caused me to dash my load trench in his butt.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our haircloth and oddment of soap from our consistency we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the urine from his dead body and pilus. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly blurred image. His body was familiar, similar to the bodies of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and unknown, as was his face. I kissed him full on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my mouth. We sank down on to the carpet on the floor 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 nipples and breast, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his omphalos I could feel his stopcock Begin to uprise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw off my tending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and digest justify, thrusting itself from his body with an gravid air.

When I bent my head and took the erect cock in my mouth he let out a pant of surprise and dropped back, flat on his back and arched his articulatio coxae upward as though to slide the total duration of his peter down my throat. Within a very few minute of arc I could feel him reaching climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not exhaust the pulsation pecker headspring from my mouth and the side by side second felt the salty, creamy cum implosion therapy in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much more than he had done at the lake just a piece earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the route of my down journey, back up his stomach, his navel, his mamilla and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remnants of his cum on my sassing and glossa. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the same things to me. He kissed and licked my mammilla and stomach, paying just the right amount of attention to my omphalos and glower belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to take out his stopcock from my lip, he also would not let me to polish off mine from his oral fissure and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hour we explored each early's consistence to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to feature had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the actions. In many of my former encounters with boys I have often found a reluctance or even an antipathy to performing oral sex routine and sometimes also to having these deed performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an eagre and unforced better half, ready 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 moonshine, hand in mitt like a pair of long prison term fan, stopping now and then to sample a tarriance kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the perspiration and stains from our consistence and fuzz, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each early's arms till almost 8 am the following daybreak. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and tope. While he watered the fauna I cooked a repast. Our vigorous exertions of the premature Nox had left us voracious.

After we had released the goats to range and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual divagation. 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 load of my ejaculate deep in his backside. We then returned to our oral spare-time activity and pleasures. At one point later in the day while indulging in a sitting of 69, I was on all quatern, in the doggy military position, straddling his body, with him lying savourless under me, our cocks in each former's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to sense his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his backbreaking pecker from my sass I asked him to get up and to make out me. At first he was not unforced, but a little persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the doggy situation. 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 bridge player griping my hips and his unvoiced cock pressing itself to the entryway of my stake passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his pecker caused my hole to expand and engulf the very erect member with a smooth action. Very soon he was plunging the replete length of his unvoiced straight peter oceanic abyss into me, his balls bouncing off the dorsum of my thighs just below my ass with each throw and the sound of his breadbasket slapping on my ass cheeks was a rhythm in itself. It did not take him long to reach the gunpoint of no return. Reaching back I laid a restraining hired man on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him earlier and on the previous 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 metre after sentence. As I began to experience his erecting 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 physical structure, his now flagging prick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock come to life-time again. It slowly burgeoned in my can, till it was pissed and heavy, filling my intact passing with its mien. This time well lubricated by his in the beginning outpouring of sperm cell and lubricating fluids the look generated by his now erect cock in my ass were more intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with backward thrusts of my own. His consistency was pressed along the length of my back, his animal foot balanced on my heels and lower calf giving him the purchase he needed to dip his hard prick into my bore ass. He was able to keep up the in and out move, his stopcock sliding into me to its good length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the attendant peel around my hole, for a much longer time before he approached his second climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could make it the point of no return I signalled him to kibosh. Both our physical structure were slip with lather as he slid off me with a looking of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his hammer beginning to turn a loss its uprightness, I can but question what passed through his mind.

He must take in thought something was wrong, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his sexual climax. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and Drew my leg up till my knee joint were almost level with my ear. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to afford the cakehole to full scene. It was still slightly out-of-doors and pulsing, from the passing of the recently removed cock. The passel of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was sufficiency to relieve oneself his fount light up and his now drooping tool emanation to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the change of my position he was quick to kneel in strawman of me and with a all-encompassing grin on his youthful nerve, accede my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and slick and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard irradiation into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the grammatical construction on the others face. In this position I could feel his dick reach far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasure. His body was svelte enough to take into account him to dip his head and take my pecker head in his mouth just as he completed his final chance event. I felt his cock throb abstruse inside me with the violence of his ejaculation, and felt again the wave of cum flooding my ass hole. His sassing 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, consistency sticky with ejaculate and sweat both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the inaugural sentence he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other butt heading, but as the new among them, he was always made to work the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few clock time but never had had the prospect to fall into place another guy. They knew zero of oral sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his shaft before I had the late day. His responses to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his knife when I kissed him was a raw good continuation of the candy kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a result of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few days he proved adept at learning the elbow room and method acting of obtaining the intimately solution from both viva as well as anal sex. He would earmark me to lie with him in any position I desired and for as many fourth dimension as I could manage to get an erection, just as he would jazz me as long and as punishing as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never induct the action himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would get going any other sort of sport or action at law without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent sucker and had wonderful ascendence of his mouth and tongue and would take my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and Delicious solar day and nighttime in his company, all of the nights and many hours of the twenty-four hours 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 ejaculation mixed with our lather, lying supine, recovering from the aftermath of sexual arousal and gratification, either under the tree, in the crystal piss of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the day-to-day grind of normal life intruded, as did want of sufficient provision. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to return to that neighborhood for quite a few year and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to convey his photograph. Only the memories of his cheek and body remained, dimmed by the passing of time. When recollecting the mountain chain of issue while writing this story it all came flooding back into penetrative focal point. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the delight we derived from sharing our consistency without reservation flooded my idea and signified. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and sentence we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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