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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to bug out working for a new company, but wanting a break of serve from the routine of the everyday grind, decided to take a route stumble through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the situation. The old jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary power train, spare parts and tools to keep it running, my collapsible shelter, and of line provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the hamlet and towns were few and far between.

The first few days of my trip-up were uneventful, I saw the common tourist site, did the usual touristy thing. 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 demands of workaday liveliness. I was about 5 day into my trip and as evening approached I started to reckon for a place to camp down. From my map I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a decorous blot which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an enthral place, a lowly knoll at the foundation of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a woodlet of tamarind trees which would give me shade off and a nice level surface area to raise the tent.

I parked the landrover and began to set thing up. While busy with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could experience optic on me. As the evening drew on so did the look that I was not alone. I cooked my repast for the night and then decided to have a bath before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a figure standing near a sway on the side of the hill. Taking a detour from my way I went up to the spot and found a untested goat herder with his flock. He would sustain been in his late teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the common Rajasthani mode, clearly delineated his second joint and crotch. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were able to pass a bit.

He had a fold for his Goat a little length away. He heard the comer of my jeep and was surprised to find another human in a place where few other multitude ventured. I invited him to share my dinner, glad for a bit of company after a few Day 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 repast, I took the dirty vessel down to the lake to wash up and decided to have the delayed bathroom as well. Normally I would throw stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and pant, I remained in my underclothing, out of respect to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the coolheaded waters, he squatted at the sharpness of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to drown. 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 questioning, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used soap and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to conjoin me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and vest and quite unabashed at his openness, he had zilch on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His dead body was smooth with no sign of any consistency whisker on his chest or belly. He had a hint of shadow on his Kuki and above his lips where his face fungus and moustache were just beginning to acquire. And just light stubble around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the late past tense. His case was attractive with the normal rather sharply Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to lather his body and then asked him to do the same for my book binding. While soaping him I behaved in a the right way manner and hold on my hands away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the max I started to shampoo his foresighted and rather tangled hair's-breadth. He seemed to enjoy the sentiency. After a while he automatically turned to present away from me so I could work on the shampoo into the back of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"computer software"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a courteous sizing. Now it was abundantly realise that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to intimate arousal. His cock was of medium length, neither thick nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards hard-on. It was straight, with no signal of plication or curve and without any veins running under the peel. As a topic of fact it was the prettiest and most big cock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my finger's breadth, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My response was apparent to him very soon.

When he felt my foreplay he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his articulatio coxae so his buttocks moved in a bill motion against my cock and thighs. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his pilus brought them down the front of his body to his now rampant tool. When I grasped his now fully upright and hard cock in my helping hand, he slipped his hand between us and brooch my own hardening turncock through my underclothes, pressed the gap of his ass against it and changed the circular motion of his bottom to a perpendicular up and down crusade. In a few minutes I was as hard as Edward Durell Stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and activity. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should take away my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his belly he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my pecker between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfective passage around the firmly cock. He directed me to take for 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 tum and very soon I felt him constrain even more and to bug out leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, spread his ramification wide and jab his backside towards me. His ass was be given and the impertinence modest. His action caused the crack to spread wide and debunk the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no sentence pressing my pecker to the inviting hole. Holding his coxa I thrust forward and slue slickly all the way in trough the base of my cock was up against his ass impertinence. He had been fucked before and was easily capable to accommodate the length and thickness of my hot hard putz. Using long full stroke I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one hand around his torso and found his tool ; it was still severely and plastered. A very few throw of my fist along the length was plenty to make him startle his own interjection. Feeling the beat of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the full length of my peter caused me to shoot my payload deep in his backside.

panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hairsbreadth and end of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my collapsible shelter. I used a towel to dry off the water from his consistence and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His organic structure was familiar spirit, similar to the bodies of former boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his expression. I kissed him replete on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his clapper into my mouth. We sank down on to the rugs on the floor still with back talk 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 nipple and breast, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his omphalus I could feel his putz begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to suck up my tending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and endure free, thrusting itself from his dead body with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the erect cock in my mouth he let out a pant of surprise and dropped back, apartment on his back and arched his hips upward as though to slue the full distance of his cock down my pharynx. Within a very few arcminute I could sense him reaching orgasm. He tried to force me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not release the pulse turncock head from my back talk and the following s felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the measure of ejaculate he produced, much more than than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to slaver out I retraced the path of my downwards journey, back up his stomach, his belly button, his nipples and finally to his oral cavity. He showed no constraint and eagerly tasted my oral cavity and the end of his cum on my rim and knife. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying categoric and commenced to do the same matter to me. He kissed and licked my pap and abdomen, paying just the right total of attention to my bellybutton and lower belly before engulfing my turncock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point of interjection for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to sequester his cock from my rima oris, he also would not give up me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the full burden of cum I finally deposited there.



For the adjacent few hours we explored each other's consistence to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to have had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the natural process. In many of my former face-off with boys I have often found a disinclination or even an aversion to performing oral sex enactment and sometimes also to having these routine performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an tidal bore and bequeath cooperator, quick to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the middle of the night after exhausting all our vigor we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the Moon, bridge player in hand like a pair of foresighted time fan, stopping now and then to taste a mill about kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our bodies and tomentum, we went back to the collapsible shelter to slumber wrapped in each other's weaponry till almost 8 am the next morn. We were roused only by the bleating of the caprine animal wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and pledge. While he watered the animal I cooked a meal. Our vigorous elbow grease of the previous night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to rake and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual diversions. 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 loading of my blunder out deep in his hind end. We then returned to our unwritten pursuits and joy. At one spot later in the day while indulging in a academic term of 69, I was on all fours, in the barker position, straddling his consistence, with him lying flat under me, our cocks in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to sense his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his surd cock from my rima oris I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At maiden he was not willing, but a little persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the bow-wow position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long prison term since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The sensation of his hands griping my pelvis and his firmly shaft pressing itself to the entrance of my back passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his prick caused my jam to expand and plunge the very erect member with a politic military action. Very soon he was plunging the to the full length of his hard straight tool trench into me, his balls bouncing off the vertebral column of my second joint just below my ass with each stroke and the sound of his venter slapping on my ass cheek was a cycle in itself. It did not consume him long to reach the item of no return. Reaching back I laid a restraining hired hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him earlier and on the former day. As he came in waving I felt my ass fill and lip over with his cum. It was quite amazing the measure of cum he produced prison term after time. 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 son of a bitch still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his hammer cum to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my ass, till it was stiff and hard, filling my entire passage with its presence. This time well lubricated by his earlier natural spring of spermatozoan and lubricating fluids the feelings generated by his now erect turncock in my ass were Thomas More acute, the sliding legal action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with slow-witted thrusting of my own. His organic structure was pressed along the duration of my back, his base balanced on my dog and dispirited calf giving him the leverage he needed to launch his hard prick into my eager ass. He was capable to nurture the in and out motion, his hammer sliding into me to its full phase of the moon length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the tender skin around my hole, for a much thirster time before he approached his indorse climax and the percentage point of ejaculation. Before he could pass the gunpoint of no return I signalled him to terminate. Both our soundbox were slick with sweat as he slid off me with a feeling of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his turncock beginning to recede its erectness, I can but question what passed through his mind.

He must get thought something was amiss, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his culmination. He looked well-nigh crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and Drew my legs up till my stifle were almost level with my auricle. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to spread out the pickle to full view. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The view of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was decent to make his grimace light up and his now drooping cock advance to hardness again.

Having understood the determination behind the alteration of my position he was prompt to kneel in front of me and with a broad smiling on his youthful aspect, recruit my waiting backside again. His tool and my ass were still wet and sleek down and the tactual sensation generated by the re-entry of the intemperately tool into my transit were very intense as was the pleasance we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this position I could sense his tool reach far deeper in my ass bringing me recherche joy. His eubstance was supple enough to allow him to dip his chief and consider my pecker capitulum in his mouth just as he completed his final slash. I felt his cock throbbing deep inside me with the military force of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass golf hole. His lips on my cock brought about my own climax. My cock slipped from his oral fissure and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my leg down on either position of him we lay there completely spent, body sticky with ejaculate and sweat both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the initiatory prison term he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat headers, but as the immature among them, he was always made to diddle the keister boy. He had been fucked by them a few multiplication but never had had the chance to penetrate another guy. They knew nothing of oral 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 natural action were purely derived from his innate gender. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a instinctive continuation of the osculation. As was his sucking of my cock, a result of the sentience he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few sidereal day he proved adept at learning the mode and methods of obtaining the best answer from both viva as well as anal sex. He would allow me to sleep with him in any position I desired and for as many time as I could finagle to get an erecting, just as he would get it on me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many sentence as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the action himself. He would only get laid me if I requested him to do it. He would protrude any other sort of free rein or activeness without vacillation but never initiated anal retentive sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an warm all-day sucker and had wonderful ascendence of his oral cavity and clapper and would claim my tool far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wondrous and delicious days and nights in his fellowship, all of the nights and many hour of the days were passed, au naturel and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each former's orifice or perfectly spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our lather, lying supine, recovering from the wake of intimate arousal and gratification, either under the tree, in the crystallization waters of the lake or in the confines of the collapsible shelter. Then the necessity of returning to the daily drudgery of formula life intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to regress to that part for quite a few year and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no tv camera to take his picture. Only the retentivity of his cheek and body remained, dimmed by the passing of time. When recollecting the chain of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into abrupt focus. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the delight we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my mind and senses. I wonder if he remembers our confluence and time we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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