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The Saga of Ajay and genus Raja.

Part.1

The two figures huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus stop caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at dark, wet and extremely cold, as only a hill station can get. None of the other few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A nearer look revealed two young male child, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform pants and colourise shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my head. The bus that I had arrived on was the lastly one of the day and would deliver to the plains only the side by side good morning. When I explained this to the male child they were on the verge of tears.

feeling sorry for their quandary I asked them to come house with me. I could give them a repast, a variety of dress and a warm place to sleep. The brisk manner of walking of a kilometre from the bus full stop to my house started to warm up them up a bit. We reached my place with very lilliputian said as they were still too stale and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a distich of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a fire in the posing 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 less chilled and were able to tell me some of their story.

The male child appeared to be about 18 or 19 twelvemonth old. They were both from a belittled Ithiel Town in the plain stitch at the animal foot of the Hill and had bunked from school for the day to build a tripper to see the lake and town. When they had visited a close by tourist patch, they had come across person merchandising"magic mushroom cloud"[ which this particular hill station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many extraneous holidaymaker visiting, to buy and use these mushroom-shaped cloud and decided to give it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushrooms they went into the pine woods and soon began to go through the core. After wandering some length from the route and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the passage of time, they began to sense timeworn and lay down under the tree to sleep off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the rain they were shocked to discover it was almost night and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the route and were able to make it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the Night. By this time they were both wet to the cutis, extremely insensate and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back home they found a shop on the verge of closing and were able to buy a cup of coffee tree apiece and a couple of bondas, which did little to ward off the pang of hungriness. They then sat down to expect for the next bus, not knowing that the final 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 frigidness, though the way had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a shot of brandy to get rid of the lingering chill and prevent them from catching pneumonia. With the common 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 liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not require piddle or soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had time to take more than a couple of sips of my own crapulence. This is the way Tamil boys learn to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to apply a profligate high.

By this time I had prepared a more square repast and while they poured their 2nd cycle of drunkenness down their throats and wolfed the solid food, I finished my first drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fervor and the food they began to relax and to verbalize and comport more freely. I poured them a third troll of drinks and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a universal way and I found out to a greater extent about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the late day had been 1 birthday. This trip to the Alfred Hawthorne had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were practiced looking male child, with the normal coffee coloured tegument of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much nervus facialis hair. Both were just starting to usher some down on the upper lip and around the chin when other Tamil male child of the Same age would have had thick moustache and rough straw and would have got been shaving for a couple of years.

To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the subject of conversation around to sex and in especial male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprises both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite give about their experiences, with each former and with other boys. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to make it a threesome. We wasted very little time in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and rugs, soon made a gracious bed on the story in nominal head of the fireplace. The elbow room was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comfortableness and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with morose color in nipples inviting the lotion of spit and backtalk. As I started to osculate and lick his chest and pap he showed some signs of being fresh to these sensations, but soon the rising jut in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turning to the early boy I started to buss his face and neck. He also showed signs of not being aware that lips and mouth could bring on such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any mannequin of kissing or licking bodily function, never even knew that lip, tongue and mouth could be the reservoir of the exquisite arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were good learners and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rearing erections with their cocks finding the way out of the sheepcote of their lungies and begging for attending. When I bent my foreland and took a shaft in my sass it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his consignment of cum in lupus erythematosus than ten seconds.

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

The nude boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was Raja, now turned their aid to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my nipples and chest, working his way down to my abdomen. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reserve took the length of my cock in his backtalk and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few mo previously. Raja also went down in front of me and started to lick my orchis then replaced Ajay and sucked my turncock as well. For boys who had never known about oral sex both proved adept at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly common onanism and some amount of frottage, the interpolation of a rearing rooster between the clamped thighs of another ; I now introduced them to the replete spectrum of sexual activities that could be undertaken. I showed them how osculation, licks and love bites could enhance an erection, how sucking could bring a flaccid rooster back to its knockout state and the unlike methods used, to almost come to climax and how to decelerate down and stop at that degree so as to prolong the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a digit to probe their fucking showed them the amount of delight to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course of instruction as both were"freshers"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated digit caused them some soreness at first before they felt the pleasance of incursion. We could not go all the way though I would receive loved to sleep together both of them.

It was towards the early hours of the morning when all the events of the day began to catch up with them and both boys started to swag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our effort, the slowly dying fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either side of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's mind cradled on my berm, his hand on my dresser and his leg across my thighs, his now limp and flaccid shaft pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping expression down had his arm across my venter, his sweet-smelling backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one to a greater extent time.

Finis.

Coninued in Part 2

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