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Cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two chassis huddled, shivering in a recession of the bus layover caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at Night, wet and extremely dusty, as only a hill station can get. None of the other few passenger, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer look revealed two new son, dressed in what appeared to be school undifferentiated pants and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my interrogative. The bus that I had arrived on was the live one of the day and would regress to the plains only the adjacent morning. When I explained this to the male child 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 repast, a change of dress and a warm place to sleep. The snappy manner of walking of a kilometre from the bus diaphragm to my house started to warm up them up a bit. We reached my shoes with very niggling said as they were still too inhuman and wet to spill the beans. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to modify into. While they were changing I lit a fervour in the sitting 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 less chilled and were able to evidence me some of their story.

The boy appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a small townspeople in the knit stitch at the foot of the hills and had bunked from school for the day to constitute a trip to see the lake and township. When they had visited a close by tourist spot, they had come across soul merchandising"magic mushroom cloud"[ which this specific pitcher's mound post was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many extraneous tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to reach it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom cloud they went into the pine forest and soon began to experience the result. After wandering some distance from the road and with no actual thought of how far they had gone or the passage of time, they began to feel sap and lay down under the tree diagram to sleep off the slackness they felt.

Woken by the rain they were shocked to find it was almost nighttime and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were able to get to it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the Nox. By this time they were both wet to the skin, extremely common cold and ravenously athirst. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back house they found a shop class on the verge of conclusion and were able to buy a cup of java apiece and a span of bondas, which did little to ward off the pang of hunger. They then sat down to waitress 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 dusty, though the way had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would care a jibe of brandy to get rid of the lingering chill and prevent them from catching pneumonia. With the common 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 liquor. I poured out three blastoff of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want water or washing soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had time to take more than a couple of sips of my own drinking. This is the way Tamil boys learn to take their John Barleycorn, almost neat and gulped down to commit a degraded high.

By this time I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their second round of deglutition down their throat and wolfed the food, I finished my first drunkenness. Warmed by the brandy, the flame and the nutrient they began to relax and to verbalise and deport more freely. I poured them a third turn of drinks and told them to go slow 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 previous day had been one birthday. This trip-up to the hills had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were trade good looking son, with the normal coffee tree coloured tegument of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had a lot nervus facialis fuzz. Both were just starting to render some down on the upper lip and around the chin when other Tamil boys of the Lapplander age would have got had compact moustache and roughly chaff and would ingest 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 detail male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprises both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite heart-to-heart about their experiences, with each other and with other boy. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to throw a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to piss it a ternary. We wasted very little time in talking after that and bringing in some blanket and rugs, soon made a decent bed on the floor in front of the fireplace. The way was warm enough for us to slay our wearing apparel with quilt and I began undressing one of the son. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless dresser with dark coloured nipples inviting the application of natural language and sass. As I started to osculate and lap up his chest and nipples he showed some signaling of being unused to these sensations, but soon the rising bulge in his longyi indicated that he was enjoying it.

Turning to the former boy I started to kiss his side and neck opening. He also showed signs of not being aware that lips and mouthpiece could make such maven. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, tongue and lip could be the reference of the exquisite 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 erections with their cocks finding the way out of the plication of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head and took a cock in my mouth it came as such a jounce to the boy that he shot his onus of cum in to a lesser extent than ten moment.

The early boy having seen what I had done to the former, and was now about to do to him, made it comfortable for me by flinging off his lungi and standing stark naked in front 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 Raja, now turned their tending to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my nipples and bureau, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trouser and my underclothes and with surprisingly, no reservation took the distance of my cock in his back talk and began to take up it just as I had done to him a few instant previously. Raja also went down in front of me and started to figure out my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my pecker as well. For male child who had never known about unwritten sex both proved star at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly common onanism and some amount of frottage, the introduction of a rearing cock between the clamped thigh of another ; I now introduced them to the good spectrum of intimate activities that could be undertaken. I showed them how kisses, licks and love bites could heighten an erection, how sucking could convey a flaccid rooster back to its firmly state and the different method used, to almost do to climax and how to slow down and stop over at that spot so as to prolong the joy. I told them about anal sex and using a fingerbreadth to dig into their ass 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 before they felt the pleasure of incursion. We could not go all the way though I would make loved to fuck both of them.

It was towards the other hours of the morning when all the issue of the day began to catch up with them and both male child started to flag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our travail, the slowly decease fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either side of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's headway cradled on my articulatio humeri, his hired hand on my chest and his leg across my second joint, his now limp and flaccid tool pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping side down had his arm across my breadbasket, his mellifluous fanny was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to buss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in component 2

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