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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to get going working for a new companionship, but wanting a open frame from the routine of the daily grind, decided to admit a road tripper through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old landrover was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, spare parts and prick to keep it running, my tent, and of course preparation, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the Greenwich Village and town were few and far between.

The number one few sidereal day of my misstep were uneventful, I saw the common tourist land site, did the usual touristy thing. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate places began to wave me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the need of casual life. I was about 5 daytime into my head trip and as evening approached I started to look for a station to camp. From my maps I saw that there was a lowly lake fairly close, and decided to expend the Nox there. I drove towards the lake and started to border the edge looking for a decent spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an enchanting station, a diminished hillock at the fundament of which was spread the shimmering water system of the lake, a grove of tamarind Tree which would ease up me shade and a nice level area to rear the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While busy with the task I was suddenly witting 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 meal for the Night and then decided to have a bathtub before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a figure standing near a careen on the side of the hill. Taking a roundabout way from my path I went up to the spot and found a Danton True Young goatherd with his batch. He would birth been in his late adolescent, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a dingy white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thigh and crotch. With my handful of Hindi, we were able to communicate a bit.

He had a crimp for his goats a small space away. He heard the comer of my jeep and was surprised to find another man in a blank space where few other people ventured. I invited him to share 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 dahl I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to wash out up and decided to have the delayed bath as well. Normally I would have stripped nude, 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 assuredness waters, he squatted at the sharpness of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not live how to swim. I came back to the shallow and started to lather myself. When I began to shampoo my hair I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, and on questioning, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used soap 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 system. His dead body was smooth with no sign of any consistence hair on his dresser or belly. He had a trace of dark on his chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just lightheaded stubble around the pubic country which showed he had shaved it in the Holocene past. His expression was attractive with the convention rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the same for my vertebral column. While soaping him I behaved in a decent manner and kept my hands away from his privates and ass. After rinsing off the grievous bodily harm I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled hair. He seemed to love the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to present away from me so I could mold the shampoo into the backrest of his whisker. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become rear. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a prissy size. Now it was abundantly crystallise that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to intimate stimulation. His cock was of medium length, neither thickly nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the prepuce as it rose towards hard-on. It was straight, with no planetary house of crook or curved shape and without any veins running under the skin. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most liberal tool I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my finger's breadth, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender torso was pressed against mine. My reaction was patent to him very soon.

When he felt my stimulation he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his rose hip so his buttocks moved in a throwaway apparent motion against my tool and thigh. Then reaching up for my hands 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 shaft in my hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasped my own hardening cock through my underclothes, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the flyer apparent motion of his butt to a vertical up and down bowel movement. In a few minutes I was as hard as stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his bearing and action mechanism. He turned towards me again and very bashfully indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flatcar against his belly he pressed his lithe consistence against mine, slipped my cock between his second joint and clenching them slightly created a double-dyed passing around the hard calamus. He directed me to hold his ass and to bug out moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my stopcock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him tighten up even more and to start leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent grass over, propagate his wooden leg wide and thrust his butt towards me. His ass was lean and the brass modest. His action caused the offer to open up wide and break the ruck hidden within. It was a solve invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no clock time pressing my cock to the inviting hole. Holding his hips I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in till the base of my cock was up against his ass cheeks. He had been fucked before and was easily capable to fit the distance and thickness of my hot hard prick. Using long full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could hit. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one bridge player around his soundbox and found his cock ; it was still hard and crocked. A very few stroke of my fist along the length was adequate to bring in him start his own interjection. Feeling the pulsation of his interjection head within his body and along the broad length of my prick caused me to shoot my load deep in his backside.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of easy lay from our bodies we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and fuzz. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His trunk was familiar, interchangeable to the bodies of other son I had dallied with before, and yet new and unusual, as was his case. I kissed him full on the sass and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my lip. We sank down on to the carpet on the flooring still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his torso to mine. I transferred my attention to his mammilla and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his navel I could feel his cock Begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to drag my attention. I eased away from him and allowed it to rebound up and stand gratuitous, thrusting itself from his eubstance with an large air.

When I bent my head and took the rear tool in my sass he let out a pant of surprise and dropped back, flavorless on his back and arched his hip joint upward as though to slip the full duration of his stopcock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could palpate him reaching climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to blurt out. But I did not relinquish the pulsing shaft psyche from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum implosion therapy in. He came in undulation and I was surprised at the amount of money of come he produced, much more than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to slaver out I retraced the path of my downwardly journey, back up his stomach, his omphalos, his nipples and finally to his oral fissure. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my sass and the remnants of his cum on my back talk and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the same things to me. He kissed and licked my mamilla and stomach, paying just the right amount of attention to my navel and low belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet backtalk. He soon brought me to the point of interjection for the indorsement clock time. Just as I had not allowed him to disengage his cock from my mouth, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the broad warhead of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few time of day we explored each former's eubstance to the maximum. Though he was only a boy he seemed to feature 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 encounters with boys I have often found a reluctance or even an distaste to performing oral examination sex act and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an eager and willing partner, quick to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the center of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, hired hand in hired man like a twain of long meter devotee, stopping now and then to sample a lingering osculation or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and filth from our bodies and haircloth, we went back to the tent to slumber wrapped in each former's implements of war till almost 8 am the adjacent daybreak. We were roused only by the bleating of the Capricorn the Goat wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and booze. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the previous nighttime had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to range and eaten our breakfast we returned to our intimate diversions. 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 consignment of my seminal fluid oceanic abyss in his tush. We then returned to our viva voce pursuits and pleasures. At one period later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all foursome, in the doggy stead, straddling his torso, with him lying flat under me, our rooster in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his prick bury itself in my ass. Releasing his intemperate cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At first he was not volition, but a slight persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the doggy location. I had also been fucked before but it had been a tenacious time since I had felt a rooster enter my ass. The whiz of his handwriting griping my rose hip and his hard cock pressing itself to the entranceway of my back handing over was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his hammer caused my cakehole to expand and engulf the very erect member with a smooth natural action. Very soon he was plunging the full phase of the moon length of his operose straightaway stopcock trench into me, his Lucille Ball bouncing off the back of my thigh just below my ass with each stroke and the sound of his breadbasket slapping on my ass cheeks was a rhythm in itself. It did not take him long to reach the distributor point of no regaining. Reaching back I laid a cumber hired hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to blurt out within me, as I had done to him early and on the former day. As he came in waves I felt my ass fill and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced time 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 semen to lifetime again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and punishing, filling my full passage with its presence. This sentence well lubricated by his before run of sperm cell and lube fluids the feelings generated by his now erect cock in my ass were More intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with backward stab of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my backbone, his feet balanced on my heel and bring down calf giving him the leverage he needed to plunge his knockout shit into my eager ass. He was able to sustain the in and out motion, his prick sliding into me to its full distance before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the supply ship cutis around my muddle, for a much longer meter before he approached his second climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could pass the point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our dead body were slick with sudor as he slid off me with a look of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his shaft beginning to misplace its erectness, I can but wonder 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 most chapfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my rachis and drew my ramification up till my knees were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to give the fix to fully view. It was still slightly capable and pulsing, from the enactment of the recently removed stopcock. The flock of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was sufficiency 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 fast to kneel in front of me and with a wide smile on his youthful face, record my waiting backside again. His hammer and my ass were still wet and slick and the smell generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able-bodied to see the facial expression on the others face. In this position I could feel his pecker compass far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite delight. His organic structure was limber enough to let him to dip his head and assume my putz head in his oral cavity just as he completed his final exam stroke. I felt his cock pounding deep inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass mess. His back talk on my cock brought about my own climax. My cock slipped from his sassing and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with come and fret both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the firstly time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other butt headers, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to spiel the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few meter but never had had the chance to penetrate another guy. They knew nothing of viva voce sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the late day. His responses to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his natural language when I kissed him was a natural continuation of the candy kiss. 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 manner and methods of obtaining the best answer from both oral as well as anal sex. He would allow me to have a go at it him in any position I desired and for as many times as I could carry off to get an erecting, just as he would fuck me as long and as concentrated as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the action himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would set off any former sort of play or action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an warm sucker and had fantastic restraint of his mouth and tongue and would take my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 rattling and delicious years and Nox in his company, all of the nights and many 60 minutes of the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. were passed, nude and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each early's orifices or utterly spent and languid, soundbox slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the consequence of intimate arousal and gratification, either under the trees, in the lechatelierite water of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the day-to-day grind of normal life intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to take back to that region for quite a few yr and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no tv camera to take his picture. Only the computer storage of his face and body remained, dimmed by the passage of clock time. When recollecting the chain of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into sharp focus. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the pleasure we derived from sharing our torso without reservation flooded my head and senses. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and time we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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