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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to take off working for a new company, but wanting a break from the function of the day-by-day grind, decided to take a route slip 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 tools to keep it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populate area where the hamlet and town were few and far between.

The initiative few daytime of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist sites, did the usual touristy matter. But then as I drove into the backwoods the desolate topographic point began to wave me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of mundane life. I was about 5 solar day into my trip and as evening approached I started to front for a place to camp. From my maps I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to drop the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to evade the bound looking for a right smudge which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an enchanting berth, a belittled knoll at the understructure of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a grove of tamarind tree which would give me shade and a overnice level region to rear the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set matter up. While interfering with the task I was suddenly witting of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could finger oculus on me. As the evening drew on so did the tone that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to feature a bath before eating. Walking down to the sharpness of the lake I saw a form standing near a sway on the English of the hill. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the spot and found a immature goatherd with his mass. He would have been in his previous teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hairsbreadth matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my smattering of Hindi, we were capable to communicate a bit.

He had a flock for his goats a footling space away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to discover another human being in a property where few other people ventured. I invited him to share my dinner, gladiolus for a bit of company after a few daytime of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a portion of rotis and catjang pea I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to wash away up and decided to let the delayed bath as well. Normally I would ingest stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underclothing, out of complaisance to the boy's bearing. As I ventured out into the cool off water system, he squatted at the edge of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to swim. I came back to the shallow and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my whisker I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used soap and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to link up me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unabashed at his bleakness, he had zippo on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His organic structure was smooth with no mark of any body hair on his breast or belly. He had a ghost of shadow on his chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just light stubble around the pubic sphere which showed he had shaved it in the recent past times. His face 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 binding. While soaping him I behaved in a decent mode and go on my script away from his privates and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled fuzz. He seemed to enjoy the sense datum. After a spell he automatically turned to confront away from me so I could put to work the shampoo into the rachis of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become raise. I had noticed his"package"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 exculpate that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His cock was of medium length, neither thick nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no sign of the zodiac of bend or curve and without any veins running under the skin. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome pecker I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my fingers, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My reception was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my foreplay he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his buttocks moved in a circular motion against my dick and thigh. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his haircloth brought them down the front of his soundbox to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully erect and arduous cock in my paw, he slipped his handwriting between us and clasped my own curing cock through my underwear, pressed the fracture of his ass against it and changed the circular motion of his butt to a vertical up and down movement. In a few minutes I was as tough as gem and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and military action. He turned towards me again and very bashfully indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat tire against his paunch he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my cock between his thigh and clenching them slightly created a arrant enactment around the hard dig. He directed me to hold his ass and to depart moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action caused his hammer 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, bent grass over, spread his legs wide and thrust his fanny towards me. His ass was lean and the impudence belittled. His natural action caused the crack to open all-encompassing and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a crystallise invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no sentence pressing my cock to the inviting gob. Holding his hip joint I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in till the base of my cock was up against his ass brass. He had been fucked before and was easily able to admit the duration and thickness of my hot operose prick. Using farsighted full moon strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could accomplish. Soon I was approaching the tip of explosion. I stretched one hand around his body and found his cock ; it was still heavy and stiff. A very few CVA of my clenched fist along the length was decent to make him get going his own ejaculation. Feeling the impulse of his interjection pass within his body and along the full length of my cock caused me to shoot my load deep in his backside.

heaving, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the body of water from his body and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His eubstance was familiar, similar to the bodies of other son I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him full on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my sassing. We sank down on to the rugs on the floor still with sassing locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the duration of his body to mine. I transferred my attending to his nipple and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his belly button 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 draw my aid. I eased away from him and allowed it to bound up and place upright loose, thrusting itself from his torso with an with child air.

When I bent my promontory and took the erect pecker in my sassing he let out a gasp of surprisal and dropped back, flat on his back and arched his hips upward as though to slide the full distance of his dick down my pharynx. Within a very few instant I could finger him reaching climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not secrete the pulsing hammer head from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in wave and I was surprised at the amount of come he produced, much More than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the course of my downward journey, back up his breadbasket, his navel, his teat and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remnants of his cum on my lips and lingua. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the same thing to me. He kissed and licked my teat and stomach, paying just the justly amount of attention to my navel and lower belly before engulfing my prick in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second fourth dimension. Just as I had not allowed him to move back his pecker from my mouth, he also would not appropriate me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the full phase of the moon load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few time of day we explored each other's eubstance to the uttermost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to possess had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the action at law. In many of my other encounters with boys I have often found a reluctance or even an aversion to performing oral sex acts and sometimes also to having these human action performed on them. With this simple settlement lad I discovered an bore and uncoerced partner, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the eye of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, hand in bridge player like a duad of long time lovers, stopping now and then to taste a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our body and hair, we went back to the tent to catch some Z's wrapped in each other's weapon till almost 8 am the adjacent morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and drink. While he watered the fauna I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the old nighttime had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to range and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual 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 fully load of my come deep in his tooshie. We then returned to our viva pursuits and pleasures. At one point later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all quatern, in the pooch situation, straddling his body, with him lying flat under me, our cocks in each other's mouth, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his hard stopcock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At kickoff he was not willing, but a niggling persuading from me had him propel 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 cock enter my ass. The whizz of his hands griping my hips and his intemperate cock pressing itself to the ingress of my back passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his physical structure as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my hole to boom and engulf the very erect phallus with a politic action. Very soon he was plunging the full-of-the-moon length of his hard straight stopcock oceanic abyss into me, his balls bouncing off the dorsum of my thighs just below my ass with each stroke and the speech sound of his stomach slapping on my ass cheek was a rhythm in itself. It did not take him long to reach the period of no takings. Reaching back I laid a cumber hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to blurt out within me, as I had done to him earliest and on the late 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 clip after fourth dimension. As I began to feel his hard-on 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 consistence, his now flagging shit still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his turncock ejaculate to aliveness again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was strong and heavy, filling my entire transition with its presence. This meter well lubricated by his other outpouring of sperm and lubricating 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 coxa off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with backward thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my back, his animal foot balanced on my bounder and lower berth calfskin giving him the leverage he needed to souse his gruelling prick into my tidal bore ass. He was able to hold up the in and out motion, his cock sliding into me to its good length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the ship's boat hide around my muddle, for a much longer time before he approached his moment coming and the stop of ejaculation. Before he could pass the point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our bodies were slick with sweat as he slid off me with a feel of dismay on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to lose 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 culmination. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and John Drew my leg up till my genu were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hollow to fully view. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the enactment of the recently removed hammer. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was sufficiency to make his face light up and his now drooping rooster ascending to hardness again.

Having understood the use behind the variety of my position he was nimble to kneel in front of me and with a broad grin on his youthful face, get in my waiting backside again. His stopcock and my ass were still wet and slick and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard lance into my transition were very vivid as was the pleasure we both derived from being capable to see the reflexion on the others face. In this position I could sense his cock compass far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite joy. His body was supple enough to allow him to dip his head word and acquire my cock forefront in his mouth just as he completed his terminal stroke. I felt his tool throb deep inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass hole. His lips on my cock brought about my own climax. My pecker slipped from his oral fissure and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, consistence sticky with ejaculate and exertion both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the kickoff metre he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by early goat cope, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to fiddle the backside boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the prospect to riddle another guy. They knew null of viva sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his hammer before I had the previous day. His responses to me and my activeness were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a natural sequel of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a consequence of the sensation he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few days he proved adept at learning the ways and method acting of obtaining the best outcome from both viva voce as well as anal sex. He would leave me to fuck him in any placement I desired and for as many times as I could wangle to get an erection, just as he would have intercourse me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the activeness himself. He would only jazz me if I requested him to do it. He would start any other sorting of play or action without reluctance but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent sucker and had wonderful ascendence of his lip and natural language and would convey my peter far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and luscious days and nighttime in his company, all of the nights and many hours of the years were passed, raw and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each other's orifice or utterly spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of sexual arousal and satisfaction, either under the trees, in the lechatelierite body of water of the lake or in the confines of the collapsible shelter. Then the necessary of returning to the daily donkeywork of normal life intruded, as did deficiency of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to return to that part for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no television camera to read his picture. Only the memories of his face and body remained, dimmed by the musical passage of clip. When recollecting the Chain of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into discriminating focusing. The recollection of all that we did to each other, the pleasance we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my judgement 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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