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Ajay's Tale.


This the final and concluding to the Saga of Ajay and Raja.


I woke up from a bass slumber to find a weight on my thorax, something was brushing my back talk and oral cavity and a hand was grasping my semifinal erect pecker. None of these were strange or unfamiliar sensation. This was Ajay's favourite way of waking me up in the cockcrow. You have already heard the story of how I met Ajay and Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those fourth dimension came to an end. This is now the story of the two years that I continued to enjoy Ajay's company and his body.
After raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often come up the Alfred Hawthorne after school on a Friday evening and stay till Dominicus afternoon. His favourite way of waking me up on Sabbatum and Sunday morning time, was to sit on my dresser and holding his already hard cock in one hand, rub it on my lip and face. While doing that he would reach behind to grasp my prick with his former mitt and using a pulsating handle, bring me to erection. Once I was full horny and hard he would rise up off my chest, shit over my putz and lower himself firmly on to my shaft public treasury it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping apparent motion he would then proceed to"ride"my cock trough we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping cock in one helping hand and balls in my other hand and bug out masturbating him. His body's rhythm method of birth control on my shaft would alert me to go faster or slower, the hand holding his orb would tell me how stopping point to climaxing he was. We would synchronise our campaign to make out to an explosive and concurrent ejaculation. My cock pumping my seed oceanic abyss in his ass and he, spraying my face and chest, with his young boy's cum. Of grade every morning was not the Saame. There were break of the day of utmost soreness when soft kisses to lips and typeface would suffice, There were first light when I would awake earlier than him [ most of the time ] and finding him sleeping spoon fashion in my arms, very slowly and gently enter his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward bm to go on my stopcock hard, and let the pleasance of the sensations wake him up.

We would then go to the privy and have a bathtub together. Soaping each other's physical structure, removing all the dried impudence of the previous night's emissions. Hands tricky with soap suds, delving deep in the shot of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing shaft and balls in passing. thenar, fingers spread wide, roughly applying the goop to the backrest, would change action, to soft caresses when reaching the buttocks. My finger, gently pulling back his prepuce, to soap the foreland of his cock. Or his breath, caressing my broken belly as he bent his body, or knelt before me to lather my ramification would often enough be sufficient to lend about another erection. This would cause us to turn on the exhibitioner and wash off the soap and go forward to"deflate"the rear turncock. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's turncock that got hard or by another fuck if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would insert a finger in my ass sometimes to enhance some persona of our gambol or other, he refused to have a go at it me. I had never asked him to do it during the period we were in a threesome with genus Raja, but during the two twelvemonth that Ajay and I were lover I sometimes felt the desire to play can to that lithe slim soundbox and the heterosexual person putz with the cheeky pink head peeping from the foreskin. He always politely refused my asking. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his glossa to rouse me. He would assume any spatial relation I asked him and provide me to fuck him in any way I wanted. He would suck my hammer and pledge all my cum. He would even leave me to suck him dry and swallow up his creamy boy's ejaculate but he would never use his cock to enter my ass. Of all the affair I have done in my life-time and of all the satisfaction I have had, this is the one matter I always will regret not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the shower about 2 minute after we had entered it. Many the meter we came out of the bathroom with rampant cocks, but at that breaker point far too hungry to pay attention to encourage demand for sex. After Raja had departed from the threesome, the quality of our game together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more amatory and dedicated air. Never once in the two old age we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any other boy to unite in our games or to ask Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's ally who had become suspicious of our relationship and the nature and reason behind his frequent sojourn to my house and when I had work in the plain stitch, the periodic night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby metropolis. Some were the boys with whom rajah and Ajay had begun to explore their sexuality. Others were son who suspected the intimate connection between us and who would get liked to join in. Yet others were boys who I think, fancied Ajay and who were do-or-die to try to seduce him. Apparently some of the boys did attack him, telling him they"knew"what was going on between him and me and asking him either to have sex with them or for an introduction to me and for inclusion in our games.
Some threatened him with exposure if he did not do what they asked or wanted. Some said they would inform his parents as to the existent ground for his visits to me. While we played many games and spent much of the days and nights having bully sex, I also took the difficulty to teach him side and some early subjects. As his academic performance in school improved so dramatically after his association with me his parents never suspected anything about our true family relationship, and were always happy to let their son visit me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any early boy or boys closer his own age and his reply brought me to the verge of tears. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journeying with Raja and some early boys, after meeting me for the minute clock time, he had lost pursuit in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with Raja only because he had thought I had preferred Raja to him. Over the time we had been a ternary, I had always shared my heart equally between the two male child though it had been Ajay I had always preferred. Even though he had darker skin, he was by far the more attractive of the two and his physical structure had more natural free grace and beauty. Also his nature was far nicer than Raja's. When I told Ajay that it was always him that I had liked better and was always him I had looked forward to seeing again, it was his number to have teary eyes.
Ajay's slim eubstance, freehanded prick and easily penetrated ass were not just plaything for me during the time we shared together. He had a speedy and enquiring judgement and learned easily all that I could teach him, not only in bed but about life history in general. I taught him to read and pen English almost as well as I could, coached him in mathematics, and other school subjects and made sure his education covered all the look of essential to help him gain in school as well as after that. Our family relationship was based on sexual satisfaction in the beginning but soon moved to a different perspective. Our meetings would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three days between them, consist of frantic elbow grease to extend to the others consistence, removing clothes as fast as potential and indulging in acts that brought about quick climax and ejaculation. Mouths applied to already hard cocks in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his clothes I would make him lie on his backbone with his leg at ear level so his ass was exposed completely and run my tongue from the base of his clod to this ass hole a few times taking him almost to the full stop of spilling his seed, then would quickly insert his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. to the highest degree of the time we would blunder simultaneously me deep in his ass and he spraying his own chest and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would begin the more thoughtful phase of our love making where we sought to pleasure the other rather than indulging in trice gratification. We were supremely content with each other, and during the two years we spent playing game and having fun, I never thought of any other boy.

Ajay was 19 years and one day old when I met him and first had sex with him and Raja. He was 20 years and four month old when Raja left for Chennai and we knew that soon he would fill out his schooling and would have to come out working also that his parents would be looking for a Saint Bride for him. We knew we had just a twelvemonth or so to enjoy ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 year and four months old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his nerve, once so placid and innocent, with only the light tracings of down, had begun to show developing, albeit delayed, of the distinctive thick Tamalian mustache. The scanty hairs which had decorated his chin were now beginning to turn into coarse stubble that covered his impudence as well. His features, which had till then retained a childish and innocent cast, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once lucent eyes began to dull.


His slender and boyish cock, with its fortunate pink fountainhead peeping out of the prepuce was now Sir Thomas More of a man's cock. His slim and hairless body had matured, developed muscular tissue and tracings of hair's-breadth on chest and belly. The once scanty pubic hair that was like silky down, and with which I had loved to take on, was now a thick woodland of approximative gyre from which his cock and lump emerged. The strip of cutis from his balls to his ass hole, once smooth and hairless, a favourite way for my tongue, and the licking of which was a sure fervor way to shake and fire up his passion, was now covered in hairsbreadth, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his marriage for the next auspicious day, about 5 months in the future. We knew that the time to part was drawing closer. The frequence of our love life seemed to become further and further apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far Sir Thomas More time just talking or holding each other, instead of the common frenetic intimate lust that had consumed us previously. right up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a tradition. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthdays with me ] our every meeting had been based on the luxuria and desire we had felt for each other's bodies. Now as the shadow of his maturing soundbox, changing appearance and his pending matrimony fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.

Sometimes a boy overtaking on the route will set off a retention of those times and acts. I sometimes see a young boy and have to terminate myself from calling out Ajay's epithet. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a affair of the retiring and something that ended a long prison term ago. Eventually we parted, without regret, without any bad feelings. We still see sometimes. But never refer to our past, the secret plan we played or the desires that sustained our relationship for around the four years we had known each other intimately. Ajay's married woman has produced only daughters. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he have allowed his son to natter me.

Finis .