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The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two figures huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus closure caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely cold, as only a hill place can get. None of the other few passenger, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer face revealed two Pres Young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school unvarying gasp and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely answer to my interrogative. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would recall to the plains only the next sunrise. When I explained this to the boys they were on the threshold of tears.

Feeling sorry for their troth I asked them to come home with me. I could give them a meal, a variety of apparel and a warm up seat to sleep. The bracing walk of a km from the bus stop consonant to my sign started to warm up them up a bit. We reached my place with very footling said as they were still too frigidness and wet to peach. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a fervor in the session room fireplace and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two bowls of piping hot soup to warm up them up. Soon they were feeling to a lesser extent chilled and were able to recount me some of their story.

The son appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a low townsfolk in the plain stitch at the metrical unit of the hills and had bunked from schooling for the day to crap a trip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a close by tourist pip, they had come across someone selling"magic mushrooms"[ which this particular James Jerome Hill station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign holidaymaker visiting, to buy and use these mushroom and decided to give it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom they went into the pine forest and soon began to have the gist. After wandering some space from the route and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the passageway of time, they began to sense tired and lay down under the trees to sleep off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the rain they were shocked to find it was almost night and getting wickedness. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were able to make it back into the townspeople, which by then was shut down for the night. 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 dwelling they found a shop on the verge of closing and were able-bodied to buy a cup of coffee apiece and a couple of bondas, which did little to guard 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 inhuman, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a shot of brandy to get rid of the tarriance chill and forbid 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 hard hard liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not require water or soda water with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had sentence to take More than a yoke of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys get a line to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to give a debauched high.

By this metre I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their arcsecond round of drinks of crapulence down their pharynx and wolfed the solid food, I finished my first crapulence. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food they began to relax and to mouth and behave more freely. I poured them a tierce troll of drinks and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out More about them. Both son were actually 19 eld old and the former day had been single birthday. This head trip to the James Jerome Hill had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking male child, with the pattern burnt umber coloured pelt of Tamils, though strange was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to testify some down on the upper lip and around the Kuki-Chin when other Tamil boys of the Saami age would have had duncical moustaches and approximative stubble and would take been shaving for a duo of years.

To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the issue of conversation around to sex and in particular male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprises both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite open about their experiences, with each early and with other boy. Perhaps, their suppression loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to pee it a III. We wasted very little time in talking after that and bringing in some blanket and carpet, soon made a nice bed on the level in front man of the fireplace. The elbow room was ardent enough for us to remove our clothes with puff and I began undressing one of the son. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark colour in nipples inviting the application program of knife and lips. As I started to kiss and drub his chest and nipple he showed some polarity of being fresh to these sensations, but soon the rising protuberance in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turning to the former boy I started to buss his look and neck. He also showed signs of not being cognizant that sassing and mouth could induce such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking action, never even knew that lips, tongue and lip could be the source of the exquisite arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professional person. Both were effective apprentice and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erections with their rooster finding the way out of the folding of their lungies and begging for aid. When I bent my head and took a peter in my mouth it came as such a seismic disturbance to the boy that he shot his load of cum in to a lesser extent than ten seconds.

The other boy having seen what I had done to the other, and was now about to do to him, made it leisurely for me by flinging off his lungyi and standing stark naked in front of me. He lasted just a lilliputian bit longer, perhaps 15 or 20 seconds.

The raw boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose figure was Raja, now turned their care to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my pap and chest, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my pant and my underwear and with surprisingly, no booking took the duration of my cock in his rima oris and began to soak up it just as I had done to him a few mo previously. raja also went down in front of me and started to work out my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my rooster as well. For boys who had never known about oral sex both proved adept at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly mutual onanism and some amount of frottage, the introduction of a rampant cock between the clamped thighs of another ; I now introduced them to the wax spectrum of sexual bodily function that could be undertaken. I showed them how kiss, punch and hump bites could enhance an erection, how suck could bring a flaccid pecker back to its firmly state and the different method acting used, to almost derive to climax and how to slow down and break at that point so as to protract the pleasance. I told them about anal sex and using a digit to probe their nates showed them the quantity of delight to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course as both were"freshers"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some discomfort at first base before they felt the pleasure of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to eff both of them.

It was towards the early 60 minutes of the morning when all the event of the day began to trip up up with them and both male child started to slacken off. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our travail, the slowly conk out fire lighting their smile faces as the lay, one on either English 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 thighs, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping face down had his arm across my belly, his odoriferous backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in Part 2

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