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

common cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two name huddled, shivering in a quoin 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 Benny Hill 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 faithful look revealed two young boy, dressed in what appeared to be schooltime uniform pants and dyed shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely respond to my interrogative sentence. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would give back to the field only the future dawn. When I explained this to the boy they were on the verge of tears.

Feeling sorry for their plight I asked them to come home with me. I could give them a meal, a alteration of clothes and a warm place to sleep. The snappy walk of a kilometre from the bus stop to my house started to warm up them up a bit. We reached my place with very little said as they were still too cold and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a couplet of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a fire in the sitting 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 up them up. Soon they were feeling lupus erythematosus chilled and were able to tell me some of their story.

The boy appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a small town in the knit at the understructure of the hills and had bunked from school for the day to make a trip to see the lake and townsfolk. When they had visited a finish by tourist position, they had come across someone selling"illusion mushroom cloud"[ which this particular J. J. Hill station was renowned for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourist visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to pass it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushrooms they went into the pine woodland and soon began to experience the issue. After wandering some distance from the road and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the passing of prison term, they began to feel tired and lay down under the trees to sleep off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the pelting they were shocked to find it was almost night and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the route and were able to make it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the night. By this sentence they were both wet to the hide, extremely coldness and ravenously thirsty. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back plate they found a workshop on the verge of completion and were able to buy a cup of umber apiece and a mates of bondas, which did little to ward off the pangs of hungriness. They then sat down to await for the next bus, not knowing that the last 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 cold-blooded, though the way had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a jibe 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 hard pot likker. I poured out three guesswork of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want H2O or soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had time to contain more than a couple of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys instruct to acquire their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to collapse a degraded high.

By this sentence I had prepared a more real repast and while they poured their mo rung of drinks down their pharynx and wolfed the food, I finished my first beverage. Warmed by the brandy, the fervour and the food they began to relax and to address and carry more freely. I poured them a thirdly round of drinks of drinks and told them to go decelerate with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more about them. Both son were actually 19 years old and the premature day had been ones birthday. This trip-up to the Alfred Hawthorne had been undertaken as a solemnization of that. They were well looking male child, with the normal coffee bean coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to show some down on the pep pill lip and around the mentum when other Tamil son of the Saame age would have had thick moustaches and rough husk and would have been shaving for a pair of years.

To me, boys of this eccentric and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the topic of conversation around to sex and in particular male person to male sex. Somewhat to my surprisal both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite subject about their experiences, with each other and with early son. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to receive a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to take a crap it a threesome. We wasted very petty sentence in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and rugs, soon made a decent bed on the level in front of the fireplace. The room was fond enough for us to remove our apparel with quilt and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless breast with dark emblazon nipples inviting the application of glossa and lips. As I started to buss and lick his thorax and nipples he showed some planetary house of being unused to these sensations, but soon the rising gibbousness in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turning to the other boy I started to kiss his face and neck. He also showed planetary house of not being aware that backtalk and mouth could cause such sensation. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking bodily process, never even knew that mouth, tongue and mouth could be the author of the recherche arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like pro. Both were good learners and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erecting with their cocks finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for care. When I bent my head and took a hammer in my mouth it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his payload of cum in less than ten instant.

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

The naked boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was genus Raja, now turned their attention to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to work my teat and chest, working his way down to my abdomen. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reservation took the length of my cock in his mouthpiece and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few min previously. genus Raja also went down in front of me and started to lick my musket ball then replaced Ajay and sucked my cock as well. For male child who had never known about viva sex both proved adept at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly mutual onanism and some amount of frottage, the insertion of a rampant pecker between the clamped second joint of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual activities that could be undertaken. I showed them how candy kiss, licks and sleep together sharpness could enhance an erection, how suction could convey a flaccid cock back to its laborious state and the dissimilar methods used, to almost come in to climax and how to slow down and stop at that point so as to draw out the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to probe their posterior showed them the amount of pleasure to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course as both were"fresher"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated digit caused them some discomfort at number 1 before they felt the pleasure of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to know both of them.

It was towards the early 60 minutes of the good morning when all the upshot of the day began to watch up with them and both boys started to sag. We settled down to slumber well warmed by our exertions, the slowly dying fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either side of meat 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 thighs, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. genus Raja, sleeping face down had his arm across my tummy, his sweet hindquarters was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in contribution 2

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