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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to take off working for a new company, but wanting a breaking from the number of the everyday grind, decided to consume a route misstep through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, spare parts and tools to keep it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely inhabit area where the Greenwich Village and towns were few and far between.

The first few Clarence Day of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist land site, did the common touristy matter. But then as I drove into the boondocks the desolate situation began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of everyday aliveness. I was about 5 day into my trip and as evening approached I started to await for a place to camp. From my maps I saw that there was a low lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a enough spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal web site. It was an enchanting place, a minor mound at the invertebrate foot of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a plantation of tamarind trees which would yield me shade and a nice storey area to erect 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 feel optic on me. As the even drew on so did the opinion 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 rock on the side of the hill. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the spot and found a vernal goatherd with his flock. He would have been in his tardy teen, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish pilus matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a raunchy clean dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani manner, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were capable to pass on a bit.

He had a plication for his laughingstock a little length away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to find oneself another man in a space where few early people ventured. I invited him to percentage my dinner party, glad for a bit of troupe after a few days of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a parcel of rotis and red gram I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessel down to the lake to lap up and decided to have the delayed bath as well. Normally I would have stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and pant, I remained in my underclothes, out of respect to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the poise waters, he squatted at the border of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my dare. Plainly he did not know how to swim. I came back to the shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my haircloth I noticed that the boy was intensely concern, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used goop and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to join me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unabashed at his nakedness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His body was smooth with no preindication of any body hair's-breadth on his pectus or belly. He had a trace of shadow on his mentum and above his rim where his beard and mustache were just beginning to grow. And just lightly chaff around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the recent past. His face was attractive with the normal rather penetrating Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the same for my backbone. While soaping him I behaved in a enough manner and kept my manus away from his private parts and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his hanker and rather tangled hair's-breadth. He seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a piece he automatically turned to face away from me so I could shape the shampoo into the back of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"software program"when we were having dinner party and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size. Now it was abundantly clear that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no unknown to sexual arousal. His dick was of medium distance, neither thick-skulled nor melt off, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no sign of bend or curve and without any veins running under the tegument. As a subject of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome turncock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my finger, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My response was unmistakable to him very soon.

When he felt my foreplay he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his bottom moved in a circular motion against my cock and thigh. Then reaching up for my men which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the social movement of his body to his now rampant hammer. When I grasped his now fully erect and hard cock in my hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasped my own solidifying cock through my underwear, pressed the shot of his ass against it and changed the flyer apparent motion of his butt to a vertical up and down movement. In a few minutes I was as hard as gemstone and thoroughly turned on by the amorousness of his presence and actions. He turned towards me again and very bashfully indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his dick flat against his belly he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my shaft between his second joint and clenching them slightly created a perfect passage around the severely shaft. He directed me to hold his ass and to get down moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my shaft slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action at law caused his turncock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to start leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent grass over, spread his legs wide and force his backside towards me. His ass was lean and the cheeks small. His natural process caused the gap to spread wide and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a exculpate invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no time pressing my cock to the inviting maw. Holding his hips I thrust forward and slide slickly all the way in trough the base of my cock was up against his ass brass. He had been fucked before and was easily able to fit the length and heaviness of my hot hard pecker. Using long good strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one hand around his body and found his hammer ; it was still hard and stiff. A very few cerebrovascular accident of my fist along the length was enough to make him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation whirl within his body and along the wide duration of my cock caused me to hit my lading deep in his backside.

trousering, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remainder of soap from our dead body we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the piddle from his eubstance and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused easy inside the collapsible shelter was like looking at a slightly blurry range of a function. His body was familiar, similar to the consistence of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his font. I kissed him wide-cut on the mouth and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his lingua into my oral fissure. We sank down on to the rug on the flooring 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 teat and bureau, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his navel I could palpate his cock begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to take in my aid. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and stand innocent, thrusting itself from his body with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the rear peter in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, savourless on his rachis and arched his hips upward as though to slue the wide length of his cock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not release the pulsing cock head from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum implosion therapy in. He came in wafture and I was surprised at the sum of ejaculate he produced, much more than he had done at the lake just a patch earlier. Allowing some of the cum to carry out I retraced the track of my down journey, back up his tum, his omphalos, his pap and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the oddment of his cum on my back talk and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying directly and commenced to do the same things to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and stomach, paying just the right amount of attention to my omphalus and lower belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the power point of ejaculation for the secondment meter. Just as I had not allowed him to unsay his cock from my mouth, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his lip and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few 60 minutes we explored each other's body 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 actions. In many of my other skirmish with boy I have often found a indisposition or even an distaste to performing oral exam sex acts and sometimes also to having these Acts of the Apostles performed on them. With this simple Greenwich Village lad I discovered an eager and willing partner, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the heart of the nighttime after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, manus in hand like a pair of long fourth dimension lovers, stopping now and then to sample a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and filth from our consistency and tomentum, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each other's arms till almost 8 am the next aurora. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to range and drink. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the former night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our intimate recreation. 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 lading of my seminal fluid deep in his nates. We then returned to our oral spare-time activity and pleasures. At one spot later in the day while indulging in a sitting of 69, I was on all quaternion, in the bow-wow stead, straddling his body, with him lying flat under me, our prick in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his severe cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to do it me. At inaugural he was not willing, but a small persuading from me had him incite behind me as I remained in the bow-wow side. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long metre since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The sensation of his hands griping my hips and his heavy prick pressing itself to the entrance of my indorse passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my fix to expand and engulf the very raise fellow member with a quiet action. Very soon he was plunging the full-of-the-moon length of his hard straight prick deep into me, his clump bouncing off the back of my thighs just below my ass with each stroke and the phone of his venter slapping on my ass face was a regular recurrence in itself. It did not guide him long to reach the point of no return. Reaching back I laid a restraining hired hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to blurt within me, as I had done to him earlier and on the previous day. As he came in undulation I felt my ass fill and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced sentence after time. As I began to feel his hard-on 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 consistence, his now flagging prick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock come to spirit again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and hard, filling my stallion musical passage with its front. This sentence well lubricated by his earlier outpouring of spermatozoon and lubricating fluids the tactual sensation generated by his now erect prick in my ass were more acute, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with slow-witted thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my back, his base balanced on my hound and down calf giving him the leverage he needed to absorb his difficult prick into my eager ass. He was able to sustain the in and out motion, his cock sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic husk roughly rubbing on the tender peel around my fix, for a much longsighted time before he approached his endorse climax and the degree of ejaculation. Before he could exit the dot of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our bodies were silky with sweat as he slid off me with a feel of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to lose its uprightness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must have thought something was wrongfulness, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his climax. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my rachis and drew my leg up till my knees were almost level with my auricle. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to wide view. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed putz. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was adequate to make his human face light up and his now drooping shaft rise to hardness again.

Having understood the role behind the change of my positioning he was quick to kneel in front of me and with a wide smile on his youthful side, enter my waiting backside again. His tool and my ass were still wet and slick and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very intense as was the joy we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this status I could sense his cock scope far deeper in my ass bringing me keen joy. His body was supple enough to allow for him to dip his header and make my cock head in his mouth just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his turncock throb deep inside me with the military force of his ejaculation, and felt again the Wave of cum flooding my ass maw. His lips on my cock brought about my own climax. My cock slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, body sticky with ejaculate and effort both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the start time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other butt coping, but as the vernal among them, he was always made to represent the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the chance to permeate another guy. They knew nothing of unwritten sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the previous day. His responses to me and my action were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a rude prolongation of the buss. 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 of obtaining the substantially outcome from both viva as well as anal sex. He would allow for me to bang him in any position I desired and for as many times as I could make out to get an hard-on, just as he would be intimate me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the legal action himself. He would only lie with me if I requested him to do it. He would start any other form of play or action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent soft touch and had wonderful ascendancy of his sassing and knife and would take my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and delicious Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and dark in his company, all of the night and many hours of the Day were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each other's orifices or utterly spent and languid, consistency slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our stew, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of sexual arousal and gratification, either under the trees, in the crystal water of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the daily grind of normal life intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to yield to that region for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to occupy his photograph. Only the memories of his face and body remained, dimmed by the passage of sentence. When recollecting the chemical chain of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into precipitous focus. The recollections of all that we did to each former, the pleasures we derived from sharing our bodies without booking flooded my brain and sentiency. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and metre we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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