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

common cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two build huddled, shivering in a niche of the bus stop caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely coldness, as only a hill station can get. None of the other few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer look revealed two young son, dressed in what appeared to be school day uniform drawers and dark-skinned shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my interrogation. The bus that I had arrived on was the end one of the day and would turn back to the plains only the next morning. When I explained this to the boys they were on the verge of tears.

Feeling sorry for their plight I asked them to come menage with me. I could open them a repast, a variety of clothes and a quick station to log Z's. The brisk 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 trivial said as they were still too inhuman and wet to babble. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a ardour in the sitting room hearth and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two bowls of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling less chilled and were able to tell me some of their story.

The boys appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a lowly town in the plain at the animal foot of the pitcher's mound and had bunked from school day for the day to make a trip-up to see the lake and town. When they had visited a close by tourist slur, they had come across someone selling"magic mushroom cloud"[ which this particular hill post was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many alien tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to feed it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushrooms they went into the true pine forest and soon began to experience the impression. After wandering some distance from the road and with no material approximation of how far they had gone or the passage of sentence, they began to feel bore and lay down under the Tree to sleep off the flatness they felt.

Woken by the rainwater they were shocked to happen it was almost night and getting wickedness. With a lot of difficultness they eventually found the road and were able to make it back into the Ithiel Town, which by then was shut down for the dark. By this time they were both wet to the skin, extremely cold and ravenously athirst. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back home they found a shop on the verge of ending and were able-bodied to buy a cup of umber apiece and a couple of bondas, which did little to ward off the sting of hunger. They then sat down to wait 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, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a shot of brandy to get rid of the lingering thrill and preclude 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 operose booze. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not desire piddle or soda water with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their drinking glass before I had had time to take more than a couple of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys ascertain to conduct their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to leave a fast high.

By this time I had prepared a more significant meal and while they poured their second troll of drinking down their throats and wolfed the solid food, I finished my world-class drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the nutrient they began to slack up and to utter and behave more freely. I poured them a third round of golf of potable and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a cosmopolitan way and I found out more about them. Both son were actually 19 twelvemonth old and the previous day had been ones birthday. This trip to the James Jerome Hill had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were secure looking boys, with the rule coffee coloured peel of Tamils, though strange was the fact, that neither of them had much facial fuzz. Both were just starting to show some down on the upper lip and around the chin when other Tamil boy of the same age would give had thickheaded moustaches and rough stubble and would bear been shaving for a couple of years.

To me, boys of this character and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the topic of conversation around to sex and in particular male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprisal both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite surface about their experiences, with each other and with early son. Perhaps, their forbiddance loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to take a leak it a threesome. We wasted very fiddling time in talking after that and bringing in some mantle and carpet, soon made a nice bed on the floor in front of the open fireplace. The room was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comfort and I began undressing one of the son. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark coloured nipples inviting the applications programme of tongue and lips. As I started to snog and thrash his chest and pap he showed some signs of being unused to these sensations, but soon the rising bulge in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turn to the other boy I started to buss his face and cervix. He also showed signs of not being cognisant that lips and oral fissure could induct such whiz. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, natural language and sassing could be the source of the exquisite arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like pro. Both were trade good scholar and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erecting with their stopcock finding the way out of the faithful of their lungies and begging for tending. When I bent my nous and took a dick in my sass it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less than ten instant.

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

The nude boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was raja, now turned their attention to undressing me. rajah removed my shirt and started to solve my tit and thorax, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trouser and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reservation took the length of my cock in his mouth and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few minutes previously. raja also went down in front of me and started to thrash my bollock then replaced Ajay and sucked my cock as well. For son who had never known about unwritten sex both proved genius at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly mutual masturbation and some amount of frottage, the insertion of a rampant cock between the clamped second joint of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual natural process that could be undertaken. I showed them how kisses, licks and have sex bites could enhance an erection, how sucking could bring a flaccid cock back to its hard state and the different methods used, to almost come to climax and how to slow down and stop at that compass point so as to extend the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to probe their backside 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 fingerbreadth caused them some discomfort at first before they felt the pleasure of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to fuck both of them.

It was towards the early hours of the morning when all the case of the day began to catch up with them and both boys started to slacken off. 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 me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my shoulder, his hand on my chest and his leg across my thigh, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. genus Raja, sleeping expression down had his arm across my stomach, his honeyed backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to snog it one Thomas More time.

Finis.

Coninued in function 2

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