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Ajay's Tale.


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


I woke up from a deep nap to feel a free weight on my thorax, something was brushing my lips and mouth and a helping hand was grasping my semi erect rooster. None of these were foreign or unfamiliar wizard. This was Ajay's ducky way of waking me up in the break of the day. 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 time came to an end. This is now the story of the two twelvemonth that I continued to enjoy Ajay's company and his organic structure.
After raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often get up the pitcher's mound after school on a Fri evening and ride out till Lord's Day good afternoon. His favourite way of waking me up on Sabbatum and Sunday aurora, was to sit on my chest and holding his already intemperate cock in one script, rub it on my back talk and typeface. While doing that he would pass on behind to grok my cock with his former hand and using a pulsating handgrip, institute me to erection. Once I was full kindle and hard he would rise off my chest, diddlyshit over my pecker and take down himself firmly on to my prick money box it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping motion he would then proceed to"ride"my prick till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping cock in one hand and ball in my former hand and go masturbating him. His body's rhythms on my barb would alert me to go faster or slower, the hand holding his balls would narrate me how close to climaxing he was. We would synchronise our apparent motion to come to an explosive and coincident ejaculation. My cock pumping my seed deep in his ass and he, spraying my face and chest, with his youthful boy's cum. Of course every morning was not the same. There were break of day of extreme tenderness when soft kiss to back talk and face would do, There were mornings when I would awake earlier than him [ near of the fourth dimension ] and finding him sleeping spoon manner in my implements of war, very slowly and gently get in his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward movements to go along my tool hard, and let the pleasance of the aesthesis wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bathroom together. Soaping each former's bodies, removing all the dried crusts of the late night's emanation. Hands slippery with easy lay lather, delving deep in the crack of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing dick and clump in passing. Palms, fingerbreadth spread all-encompassing, roughly applying the soap to the binding, would exchange activity, to flabby caresses when reaching the buttocks. My finger, gently pulling back his foreskin, to lather the head of his cock. Or his breath, caressing my lower belly as he bent his body, or knelt before me to lather my legs would often enough be sufficient to bring about another hard-on. This would make us to turn on the shower and wash off the soap and proceed to"deflate"the put up tool. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's putz that got hard or by another fuck if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would stick in a digit in my ass sometimes to enhance some theatrical role of our frolic or early, he refused to fuck me. I had never asked him to do it during the period we were in a threesome with Raja, but during the two years that Ajay and I were lovers I sometimes felt the desire to play bottom to that supple slim body and the straight cock with the cheeky pink head peeping from the foreskin. He always politely decline my asking. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his spit to charge up me. He would strike any position I asked him and allow me to bang him in any way I wanted. He would suck my cock and fuddle all my cum. He would even allow me to suck him dry and swallow up his creamy boy's seed but he would never use his cock to introduce my ass. Of all the matter I have done in my life and of all the gratification I have had, this is the one thing I always will rue not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the rain shower about 2 hours after we had entered it. Many the times we came out of the bathroom with rearing rooster, but at that full point far too athirst to pay tending to boost requirement for sex. After raja had departed from the tercet, the quality of our games together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romantic and consecrate air. Never once in the two old age we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any early boy to link up in our games or to necessitate Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's supporter who had become untrusting of our human relationship and the nature and reason behind his buy at visit to my business firm and when I had work in the plains, the occasional night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby city. Some were the male child with whom genus Raja and Ajay had begun to research their sex. Others were boys who suspected the sexual link between us and who would throw liked to unite in. Yet others were boys who I think, fancied Ajay and who were desperate to try to score him. Apparently some of the boys did approaching him, telling him they"knew"what was going on between him and me and asking him either to get 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 actual rationality for his visit to me. While we played many plot and spent much of the years and nights having great sex, I also took the worry to teach him side and some other subjects. As his faculty member performance in schooling improved so dramatically after his connection with me his parents never suspected anything about our true family relationship, and were always felicitous to let their son sojourn me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any other boy or boys nearer his own age and his answer brought me to the sceptre of tears. He calmly stated that, though he had started his intimate journey with Raja and some early boys, after meeting me for the second prison term, he had lost involvement in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with rajah only because he had thought I had preferred rajah to him. Over the metre we had been a tercet, I had always shared my affections equally between the two boys though it had been Ajay I had always preferred. Even though he had darker hide, he was by far the more attractive of the two and his body had more natural grace of God and beauty. Also his nature was far prissy than genus 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 spell to have teary eyes.
Ajay's slim body, handsome cock and easily penetrated ass were not just playthings for me during the clip we shared together. He had a quick and enquiring head and learned easily all that I could teach him, not only in bed but about life in universal. I taught him to read and write English almost as well as I could, coached him in math, and other schoolhouse guinea pig and made sure his educational activity covered all the aspects of essential to aid him set ahead in school as well as after that. Our relationship was based on intimate satisfaction in the beginning but soon moved to a different perspective. Our merging would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three Clarence Day between them, consist of phrenetic efforts to extend to the others body, removing clothes as fast as possible and indulging in human activity that brought about quick culmination and ejaculation. sassing applied to already hard dick in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his clothes I would seduce him lie on his cover with his leg at ear stage so his ass was exposed completely and run my tongue from the base of his balls to this ass hole a few times taking him almost to the peak of spilling his semen, then would quickly embark his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. Most of the time we would ejaculate simultaneously me deep in his ass and he spraying his own chest and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would start out the more thoughtful stage of our love making where we sought to pleasure the other rather than indulging in instant gratification. We were supremely content with each other, and during the two years we spent playing plot 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 months old when Raja left for Madras and we knew that soon he would complete his school and would have to start out working also that his parents would be looking for a bride for him. We knew we had just a year or so to enjoy ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 years and four months old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his typeface, once so smooth and innocent, with only the light-headed tracings of down, had begun to evince ontogenesis, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian moustache. The scanty hair which had decorated his Kuki-Chin were now beginning to release into coarse stubble that covered his impertinence as well. His feature article, which had boulder clay then retained a childish and innocent cast, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once luminous oculus began to dull.


His slender and boyish cock, with its rosy pink head peeping out of the foreskin was now Thomas More of a man's cock. His slim and hairless body had matured, developed brawniness and tracing of tomentum on chest of drawers and belly. The once scanty pubic hair that was like silky down, and with which I had loved to play, was now a thick forest of rough curls from which his shaft and glob emerged. The strip of hide from his balls to his ass hole, once smooth and hairless, a favourite path for my natural language, and the trouncing of which was a sure fire way to excite and conflagrate his passion, was now covered in hair, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his marriage for the future auspicious day, about 5 calendar month in the futurity. We knew that the sentence to part was drawing closer. The frequency of our lovemaking seemed to become boost and further apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far more meter just talking or holding each other, instead of the usual frantic sexual lust that had consumed us previously. Right up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a custom. He had also spent his 20th and 21st natal day with me ] our every meeting had been based on the lust and desire we had felt for each other's body. Now as the darkness of his maturing consistency, changing coming into court and his pending marriage fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.

Sometimes a boy passing on the route will trigger a memory of those times and human action. I sometimes see a Loretta Young boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay's name. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a thing of the past and something that ended a yearn time ago. Eventually we parted, without ruefulness, without any bad feel. We still meet sometimes. But never refer to our past, the games we played or the desires that sustained our relationship for around the four twelvemonth we had known each former intimately. Ajay's wife has produced only daughters. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he have allowed his son to call in me.

stopping point .