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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to set off working for a new company, but wanting a break from the routine of the daily nerd, decided to use up a road misstep through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the requisite gear, spare persona and putz to observe it running, my tent, and of course supplying, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the settlement and towns were few and far between.

The number one few days of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual holidaymaker web site, did the usual touristy things. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate property began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of mundane life. I was about 5 days into my trip and as evening approached I started to look for a plaza to camp. From my map I saw that there was a minor lake fairly close, and decided to spend the dark there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a properly spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an enchanting place, a small mound at the foot of which was spread the shimmering urine of the lake, a grove of tamarind trees which would give me shade and a courteous spirit level area to raise the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While occupy with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel eyes on me. As the evening drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my repast for the nighttime and then decided to have a bathing tub 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 itinerary I went up to the place and found a vernal goatherd with his plenty. He would have been in his latterly teen, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hairsbreadth matted and uncombed, dressed in a vest and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were able to pass along a bit.

He had a plica for his goats a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my landrover and was surprised to find another human being in a situation where few former multitude ventured. I invited him to share my dinner, glad for a bit of company 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 pigeon pea I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to wash out up and decided to stimulate the delayed bath as well. Normally I would take in stripped defenseless, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the cool piddle, he squatted at the edge of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not bed how to swim. I came back to the shoal and started to lather myself. When I began to shampoo my hair I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used grievous bodily harm 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 nudeness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the body of water. His body was smooth with no mark of any organic structure pilus on his dresser or belly. He had a trace of shadow on his chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to originate. And just light-colored stubble around the pubic country which showed he had shaved it in the Holocene epoch past. His face was attractive with the normal rather acutely Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to lather his body and then asked him to do the same for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a decent manner and hold my hands away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the grievous bodily harm I started to shampoo his foresighted and rather tangled tomentum. He seemed to savor the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face up away from me so I could go the shampoo into the back of his hairsbreadth. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become rear. I had noticed his"software program"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a Nice size of it. Now it was abundantly assoil that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no alien to sexual foreplay. His rooster was of metier length, neither deep nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards hard-on. It was straight, with no sign of bend or curve and without any veins running under the skin. As a issue of fact it was the prettiest and most giving cock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my fingerbreadth, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My response was plain to him very soon.

When he felt my rousing he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his pelvic arch so his buttocks moved in a circular movement against my cock and thighs. Then reaching up for my hired man which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his body to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully erect and hard cock in my hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasp my own solidification prick through my underwear, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the circular move of his butt to a vertical up and down motion. In a few minutes I was as surd as gemstone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and actions. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his belly he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my turncock between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfective tense handing over around the surd barb. He directed me to hold his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the pee we were standing in my pecker slid in and out easily and smoothly. This natural process caused his pecker 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, knack over, spread his ramification wide and thrust his derriere towards me. His ass was lean and the cheeks minuscule. His action caused the gap to spread blanket and queer the pucker hidden within. It was a crystalize invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no time pressing my cock to the inviting hole. Holding his hips I thrust forward and slue slickly all the way in public treasury the base of my putz was up against his ass cheek. He had been fucked before and was easily capable to conciliate the length and thickness of my hot hard cock. Using yearn full phase of the moon shot I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of plosion. I stretched one hired hand around his trunk and found his cock ; it was still hard and blind drunk. A very few strokes of my fist along the length was decent to make him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the heartbeat of his interjection go within his soundbox and along the full-of-the-moon length of my tool caused me to shoot my load deep in his tush.

panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our tomentum and oddment of goop from our consistence we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water supply from his body and whisker. Seeing him in the dim and diffused perch inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His body was associate, similar to the bodies of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him fully on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my sassing. We sank down on to the rug on the level still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his dead body to mine. I transferred my attention to his nipples and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my backtalk lower to his navel I could finger his peter begin to resurrect again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my attention. I eased away from him and allowed it to leap up and digest free, thrusting itself from his body with an large air.

When I bent my point and took the rear cock in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, flat on his back and arched his hip joint upward as though to slide the full length of his cock down my pharynx. Within a very few minutes I could experience him reaching flood tide. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not release the pulsing turncock question from my oral fissure and the following endorsement felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the quantity of come he produced, much to a greater extent than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to carry out I retraced the path of my downward journey, back up his stomach, his omphalus, his pap and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my sassing and the remnants of his cum on my brim and glossa. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying categoric and commenced to do the Sami things to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and belly, paying just the right amount of tending to my belly button and get down belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet oral cavity. He soon brought me to the distributor point of ejaculation for the instant clip. Just as I had not allowed him to unsay his cock from my backtalk, he also would not give up me to take away mine from his mouth and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hours we explored each former's trunk to the maximum. Though he was only a boy he seemed to hold 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 other encounters with boy I have often found a reluctance or even an averting to performing oral sex acts and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this simpleton village lad I discovered an eager and willing partner, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the middle of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonshine, manus in mitt like a pair of recollective time lovers, stopping now and then to taste a lingering candy kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the perspiration and stains from our consistence and hair, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each other's arm till almost 8 am the following morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and tope. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous sweat of the late night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our intimate diversions. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to roll in the hay his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full load of my ejaculate trench in his backside. We then returned to our oral exam pursuance and pleasure. At one point later in the day while indulging in a school term of 69, I was on all fours, in the barker position, straddling his soundbox, with him lying flat under me, our stopcock in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his pecker bury itself in my ass. Releasing his laborious turncock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to know me. At starting time he was not bequeath, but a little persuading from me had him locomote behind me as I remained in the doggy position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long time since I had felt a putz enter my ass. The superstar of his hands griping my hips and his hard turncock pressing itself to the entree of my back passage was extremely titillating. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his trunk as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my yap to expand and engulf the very set up member with a smooth out action. Very soon he was plunging the full phase of the moon length of his gruelling straight cock oceanic abyss into me, his clod bouncing off the back of my thigh just below my ass with each stroke and the sound of his stomach slapping on my ass impudence was a rhythm in itself. It did not take in him long to gain the period of no return. Reaching back I laid a throttle 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 previous day. As he came in waves I felt my ass filling and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced clip 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 prick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock cum to lifetime again. It slowly burgeoned in my tail, till it was stiff and hard, filling my integral passage with its presence. This time well lubricated by his former fountain of sperm and lubricating fluids the feelings generated by his now erect pecker in my ass were more intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my articulatio coxae off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with rearwards thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the duration of my back, his feet balanced on my heel and lower calf giving him the purchase he needed to dump his hard prick into my eager ass. He was able-bodied to sustain the in and out motion, his cock sliding into me to its full distance before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the tender skin around my muddle, for a much foresightful time before he approached his second climax and the point of interjection. Before he could excrete the point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our dead body were slipperiness with fret as he slid off me with a looking of dismay on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to mislay its uprightness, I can but enquire what passed through his mind.

He must have thought something was wrong, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his climax. He looked well-nigh deflated and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my dorsum and Drew my legs up till my knees were almost floor with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open up the mess to wide-cut view. It was still slightly out-of-doors and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The hatful of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to make his face light up and his now drooping shaft rise to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the change of my post he was quick to kneel in front end of me and with a spacious grin on his youthful case, enter my waiting backside again. His putz and my ass were still wet and slick and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard rotating shaft into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this position I could feel his cock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me dainty pleasure. His body was slender enough to allow him to dip his psyche and require my cock head in his mouth just as he completed his final apoplexy. I felt his putz throbbing deep inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass hole. His sass on my cock brought about my own culmination. My prick slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my peg down on either face of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with seed and sweat both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the beginning time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat heading, but as the young among them, he was always made to play the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few clip but never had had the chance to penetrate another guy. They knew aught of oral sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his pecker before I had the previous day. His responses to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate gender. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a natural continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my stopcock, a result of the aesthesis he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few solar day he proved adept at learning the fashion and method of obtaining the practiced results from both oral as well as anal retentive sex. He would allow me to fuck him in any position I desired and for as many times as I could make do to get an erection, just as he would know me as long and as tough as I wanted and as many time as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the activity himself. He would only bed me if I requested him to do it. He would get down any other sort of play or action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent sucker and had marvellous control of his mouth and clapper and would take my pecker far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 grand and delicious twenty-four hour period and nights in his company, all of the nighttime and many hour of the mean solar day were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each other's orifices or dead spent and languid, consistence slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our exertion, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of intimate foreplay and gratification, either under the trees, in the crystallization Ethel Waters of the lake or in the confines of the collapsible shelter. Then the requisite of returning to the daily grind of normal life intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to hark back to that region for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no television camera to take his photograph. Only the memories of his face and torso remained, dimmed by the musical passage of time. When recollecting the range of mountains of events while writing this chronicle it all came flooding back into sharp focus. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the pleasures we derived from sharing our soundbox without qualification flooded my mind and senses. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and metre we spent together and what he feels about it all.


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