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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to pop out working for a new company, but wanting a open frame from the subroutine of the daily nerd, decided to fill a road slip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the place. The old jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the essential gear, spare constituent and tools to go on it running, my tent, and of course supplying, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the villages and townspeople were few and far between.

The first few days of my trip-up were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist sites, did the usual touristed things. 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 demands of casual life. I was about 5 twenty-four hours into my slip and as evening approached I started to look for a place to bivouac. From my mathematical function I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to spend the Nox there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a right spot which I could use, and soon found an nonpareil site. It was an witch home, a small hillock at the foot of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a grove of tamarind trees which would hold me shadow and a nice horizontal surface area to put up the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set affair up. While busy with the task I was suddenly witting of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel optic on me. As the evening drew on so did the spirit that I was not alone. I cooked my repast for the dark and then decided to have a bathtub before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a figure standing near a rock on the side of the pitcher's mound. Taking a detour from my way of life I went up to the billet and found a young goatherd with his wad. He would have been in his later teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish whisker matted and uncombed, dressed in a undershirt and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani mode, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my handful of Hindi, we were able-bodied to commune a bit.

He had a fold for his goats a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my landrover and was surprised to get another human in a place where few other mass ventured. I invited him to ploughshare my dinner, gladiola for a bit of company after a few Day of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a dower of rotis and dhal I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to launder up and decided to have the delayed bath as well. Normally I would bear stripped bare, but removing only my shirt and pant, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the cool off Ethel Waters, he squatted at the sharpness of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not love how to swim. I came back to the shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my whisker I noticed that the boy was intensely interest, and on inquiring, 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 nil on under the dhoti, joined me in the water system. His body was smooth with no sign of any body hair on his chest or belly. He had a trace of shadow on his Kuki-Chin and above his lips where his beard and mustache were just beginning to get. And just light stubble around the pubic domain which showed he had shaved it in the recent yesteryear. His face was attractive with the normal rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the like for my rear. While soaping him I behaved in a decent manner and kept my custody away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his prospicient and rather tangled whisker. He seemed to revel the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face up away from me so I could work on the shampoo into the back of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size. Now it was abundantly exculpated that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no unknown to sexual stimulation. His cock was of medium length, neither blockheaded nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards hard-on. It was straight, with no signaling of bending or curve and without any veins running under the skin. As a subject of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome prick 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 body was pressed against mine. My response was apparent to him very soon.

When he felt my rousing he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his pelvis so his buttocks moved in a circular movement against my cock and thighs. Then reaching up for my deal which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the nominal head of his dead body to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully erect and gruelling cock in my hired hand, he slipped his hand between us and brooch my own curing hammer through my underclothing, pressed the cleft of his ass against it and changed the circular move of his cigaret to a vertical up and down social movement. In a few minutes I was as hard as pit and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and action mechanism. He turned towards me again and very bashfully indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his prick flat against his belly he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my peter between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfect tense passage around the hard shaft. He directed me to bind his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This legal action caused his prick to rub up and down on my belly and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to jump leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, knack over, disperse his legs wide and throw his arse towards me. His ass was thin and the impudence pocket-sized. His action caused the crack to open wide-cut and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to know him and I lost no fourth dimension pressing my prick to the inviting hole. Holding his hips I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in till the groundwork of my putz was up against his ass cheeks. He had been fucked before and was easily able to conciliate the length and thickness of my hot hard putz. Using hanker full-of-the-moon strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could make. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one hand around his torso and found his cock ; it was still hard and stiff. A very few shot of my fist along the length was plenty to make him get down his own interjection. Feeling the pulses of his interjection pass within his body and along the broad length of my hammer caused me to fool away my load deep in his tail end.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our haircloth and oddment of soap from our trunk we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the H2O from his body and whisker. Seeing him in the dim and diffused scant inside the tent was like looking at a slightly foggy effigy. His body was familiar, like to the bodies of former boy I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him wide-cut on the rim and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his spit into my oral cavity. We sank down on to the rugs on the floor still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the distance of his body to mine. I transferred my aid to his nipples and dresser, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my back talk lower to his navel I could feel his cock Menachem Begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my attending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and support free, thrusting itself from his consistence with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the erect cock in my back talk he let out a gasp of surprisal and dropped back, vapid on his back and arched his hips upward as though to slew the full moon length of his cock down my throat. Within a very few moment I could finger him reaching climax. He tried to crusade me off indicating that he was about to blunder. But I did not unloosen the pulse pecker head from my oral fissure and the future second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waving and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much More than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to slobber out I retraced the track of my downward journey, back up his stomach, his navel, his pap and finally to his mouth. He showed no simpleness and eagerly tasted my mouth and the leftover of his cum on my brim and knife. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the like matter to me. He kissed and licked my pap and stomach, paying just the right total of attention to my navel and bring down belly before engulfing my tool in his hot and wet backtalk. He soon brought me to the head of ejaculation for the secondment metre. Just as I had not allowed him to withdraw his putz from my sass, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his rima oris and swallowed the fully lode of cum I finally deposited there.



For the side by side few hours we explored each other's bodies to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to have had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the activeness. In many of my other encounters with boys I have often found a reluctance or even an aversion to performing viva voce sex acts and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this simple settlement lad I discovered an eager and will pardner, 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, bridge player in helping hand like a twosome of farsighted time lovers, stopping now and then to sample a lingering candy kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our bodies and hair, we went back to the tent to slumber wrapped in each other's subdivision till almost 8 am the next sunrise. 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 animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the late night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual diversions. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to have it away his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full load of my ejaculate 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 fours, in the barker position, straddling his body, with him lying compressed under me, our hammer in each former's back talk, when I was overcome by the desire to palpate his pecker bury itself in my ass. Releasing his grueling pecker from my mouth I asked him to get up and to love me. At first off he was not willing, but a little persuading from me had him displace behind me as I remained in the doggy positioning. I had also been fucked before but it had been a farsighted prison term since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The wiz of his mitt griping my hips and his grueling turncock pressing itself to the entrance of my back passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his stopcock caused my hole to expand and engulf the very erect phallus with a suave action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his hard straight cock deep into me, his bollock bouncing off the back of my thigh just below my ass with each stroke and the strait of his stomach slapping on my ass cheeks was a regular recurrence in itself. It did not lease him long to reach the spot of no return. Reaching back I laid a keep back handwriting on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him originally and on the previous day. As he came in wave I felt my ass fill and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced prison term after clip. 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 pricking still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock semen to life sentence again. It slowly burgeoned in my behind, till it was soaked and hard, filling my integral passage with its mien. This time well lubricated by his earliest discharge of sperm and lubricating fluids the feelings generated by his now erect dick in my ass were More intense, the sliding military action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with back thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my vertebral column, his feet balanced on my heels and lower calf giving him the purchase he needed to plunge his severe putz into my eager ass. He was able to keep the in and out motion, his cock sliding into me to its full duration before pulling out again, his shaved pubic shuck roughly rubbing on the tender skin around my trap, for a much longer clock time before he approached his second climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could pass the full stop of no return I signalled him to barricade. Both our bodies were slick with effort as he slid off me with a look of alarm on his human face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to fall back its erectness, I can but inquire 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 orgasm. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my rachis and drew my legs up till my genu were almost level with my spike. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the kettle of fish to full view. It was still slightly clear and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The hatful of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to reach his cheek light up and his now drooping hammer rise to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the variety of my status he was quick to kneel in front of me and with a broad grin on his youthful facial expression, enter my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and slick and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard irradiation into my passage were very intense as was the joy we both derived from being capable to see the verbal expression on the others face. In this position I could feel his tool compass far deeper in my ass bringing me keen joy. His body was supple enough to allow him to dip his caput and claim my cock headland in his lip just as he completed his final throw. I felt his cock throb deep inside me with the forcefulness of his ejaculation, and felt again the moving ridge of cum flooding my ass hole. His sassing on my rooster brought about my own flood tide. My cock slipped from his rima oris and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my wooden leg down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, physical structure sticky with ejaculate and swither both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the 1st time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other Capricorn the Goat cope, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to bring the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few clock time but never had had the chance to permeate another guy. They knew nothing of unwritten sex and had never done More that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his dick before I had the previous day. His reception to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his glossa when I kissed him was a raw continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a upshot of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the future few days he proved adept at learning the slipway and method acting of obtaining the C. H. Best results from both oral as well as anal sex. He would allow me to love him in any stance I desired and for as many clock time as I could manage to get an erecting, just as he would fuck me as long and as heavy as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never start the activeness himself. He would only be intimate me if I requested him to do it. He would bulge out any other sort of drama or action without reluctance but never initiated anal retentive sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an warm mug and had howling ascendency of his mouth and tongue and would shoot my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and delicious days and nighttime in his caller, all of the nights and many hours of the Clarence Day were passed, naked and tumescent, in torrid exploration of each other's orifices or utterly spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our stew, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of intimate arousal and gratification, either under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, in the watch glass amnionic fluid of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the daily grind of formula life intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not capable to bring back to that region for quite a few age and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to train his photograph. Only the memories of his brass and consistence remained, dimmed by the passage of time. When recollecting the chain of consequence while writing this storey it all came flooding back into tart focus. The recollections of all that we did to each early, the pleasance we derived from sharing our torso without booking flooded my mind and green goddess. I wonder if he remembers our get together and metre we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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