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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new party, but wanting a breakage from the routine of the day-by-day grind, decided to adopt a road misstep through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the requisite gear, spare parts and tools to keep it running, my collapsible shelter, and of course provision, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the villages and Ithiel Town were few and far between.

The first few sidereal day of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual holidaymaker land site, did the common touristy things. But then as I drove into the boondocks the desolate places began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the requirement of everyday life. I was about 5 days into my misstep and as evening approached I started to look for a post to camp. From my mapping 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 border the edge looking for a seemly spot which I could use, and soon found an apotheosis site. It was an enchanting place, a small hillock at the foot of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a grove of tamarind trees which would give me shade off and a Nice level field to erect the tent.

I parked the landrover and began to set thing up. While interfering with the undertaking I was suddenly conscious 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 repast for the Night and then decided to have a bath before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a design standing near a rock on the side of the J. J. Hill. Taking a detour from my itinerary I went up to the maculation and found a young goatherd with his flock. He would have been in his deep teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish whisker matted and uncombed, dressed in a vest and a begrimed flannel dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani way, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my handful of Hindi, we were capable to transmit a bit.

He had a fold for his caprine animal a piddling aloofness away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to find another human being in a place where few early people ventured. I invited him to share my dinner, gladiolus for a bit of company after a few days of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a dowry of rotis and dhal I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to wash up and decided to deliver the delayed bath as well. Normally I would have stripped bare, 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 cool waters, 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 shoal and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair's-breadth I noticed that the boy was intensely concern, 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 openness, he had nix on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His body was smooth with no sign of any body hair on his breast or belly. He had a shadow of dark on his chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just light stubble around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the recent past tense. His face was attractive with the formula rather shrill Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the Same for my dorsum. While soaping him I behaved in a decent mode and kept my hands away from his private parts and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his farsighted and rather tangled hair's-breadth. He seemed to enjoy the sense. After a piece he automatically turned to confront away from me so I could work the shampoo into the backbone of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to go erect. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner party and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a skillful size. Now it was abundantly crystallize that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His cock was of medium length, neither thickheaded nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no signboard of curve or bender and without any mineral vein running under the cutis. As a thing of fact it was the prettiest and most well-favoured cock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my finger, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My response was observable to him very soon.

When he felt my stimulation he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hip so his seat moved in a circular question against my cock and thigh. Then reaching up for my deal which were still entangled in his hair's-breadth brought them down the front of his physical structure to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully upright and laborious peter in my hand, he slipped his deal between us and clasped my own hardening cock through my underwear, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the circular apparent motion of his butt to a vertical up and down movement. In a few minutes I was as heavily as stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and natural action. He turned towards me again and very bashfully indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his belly he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my putz between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfect passage around the hard prick. He directed me to hold 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 natural process caused his putz to rub up and down on my venter and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to get down leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, propagate his branch wide and thrust his tush towards me. His ass was list and the impudence small. His action caused the crack to open full and discover the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to sleep with him and I lost no meter 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 impudence. He had been fucked before and was easily able to hold the length and thickness of my hot difficult cock. Using long broad diagonal I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one handwriting around his physical structure and found his turncock ; it was still hard and remains. A very few strokes of my fist along the length was plenty to make him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulsation of his ejaculation flip within his eubstance and along the wide duration of my cock caused me to shoot my load deep in his back end.

trousering, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of soap from our eubstance we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused wakeful inside the tent was like looking at a slightly bleary image. His body was fellow, similar to the bodies of early boy I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his typeface. I kissed him full on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my mouth. We sank down on to the carpeting on the floor still with rim locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the duration of his body to mine. I transferred my attention to his tit and thorax, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouthpiece lower to his omphalos I could palpate his cock begin to ascend again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to run my tending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and stand up free, thrusting itself from his body with an with child air.

When I bent my head and took the tumid cock in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprisal and dropped back, flat on his back and arched his coxa upward as though to slither the full length of his cock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not release the pulse prick head from my mouth and the next second gear felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in moving ridge and I was surprised at the amount of come he produced, much more than than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to filter out I retraced the course of my downward journey, back up his belly, his navel, his nipples and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remnants of his cum on my lips and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying vapid and commenced to do the Same affair to me. He kissed and licked my pap and stomach, paying just the mighty amount of attention to my navel point and scummy belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to move back his cock from my mouth, he also would not allow me to take mine from his mouth and swallowed the full warhead of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hours we explored each other's dead body to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to induce 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 showdown with son I have often found a reluctance or even an aversion to performing oral examination sex acts and sometimes also to having these act performed on them. With this dim-witted Greenwich Village lad I discovered an eager and leave spouse, gear up to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the middle of the Nox after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonshine, hired hand in deal like a pair of long meter lovers, stopping now and then to try out a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the perspiration and stains from our consistency and hair, we went back to the tent to kip wrapped in each other's arms till almost 8 am the next forenoon. We were roused only by the bleating of the goat wanting to be let out of their pen to browse and tope. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous sweat of the late night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the Capricorn the Goat to crop and eat up 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 broad load of my ejaculate deep in his seat. We then returned to our oral sideline and pleasures. At one gunpoint later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all tetrad, in the doggy position, straddling his body, with him lying monotonous under me, our cocks in each other's back talk, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his hard cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At first he was not bequeath, but a piddling persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the barker position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a retentive time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The star of his hand griping my hip joint and his concentrated putz pressing itself to the entree of my plunk for passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his peter caused my hole to flourish and engulf the very erect phallus with a bland action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his hard straightaway cock deep into me, his balls bouncing off the backbone of my thighs just below my ass with each stroke and the sound of his belly slapping on my ass cheeks was a rhythm in itself. It did not take him long to touch the gunpoint of no return. Reaching back I laid a restraining hired hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him sooner and on the previous day. As he came in undulation I felt my ass filling 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 tool come to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and strong, filling my intact passage with its presence. This time well lubricated by his earlier outpouring of spermatozoan and lubricating fluids the feelings generated by his now erect peter in my ass were to a greater extent vivid, the sliding action at law, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my pelvis off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with slow-witted thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my book binding, his feet balanced on my heels and lower calf giving him the leveraging he needed to plunge his punishing shaft into my tidal bore ass. He was able to sustain the in and out motility, his cock sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic husk roughly rubbing on the legal tender skin around my hole, for a much longer time before he approached his second climax and the decimal point of ejaculation. Before he could pass by the point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our organic structure were slick with sweat as he slid off me with a looking of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his hammer 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 climax. He looked most chopfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my rear and John Drew my legs up till my knee joint were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to wide-cut view. It was still slightly candid and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed stopcock. The slew of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to attain his face light up and his now drooping cock lift to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the alteration of my place he was quick to kneel in strawman of me and with a broad smile on his youthful face, enter my waiting backside again. His tool and my ass were still wet and glossy and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard pecker into my passage were very vivid as was the delight we both derived from being capable to see the face on the others face. In this position I could feel his pecker stretch far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasure. His body was supple enough to grant him to dip his head and take my peter headway in his oral fissure just as he completed his final fortuity. I felt his dick throb deep inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass hole. His lip on my shaft brought about my own climax. My peter 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, bodies sticky with ejaculate and effort both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the start time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by early laughingstock headers, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to play the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the opportunity to infiltrate another guy. They knew nothing of oral sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his pecker before I had the previous day. His responses to me and my legal action were purely derived from his innate gender. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a born continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a result of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the succeeding few mean solar day he proved adept at learning the direction and methods of obtaining the best results from both viva voce as well as anal sex. He would allow me to fuck him in any position I desired and for as many metre as I could manage to get an erection, just as he would hump me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never lead up the natural process himself. He would only sleep with me if I requested him to do it. He would set out any other sort of play or action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent sucker and had terrific control condition of his oral fissure and glossa and would take my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 rattling and delicious days and night in his company, all of the dark and many hour of the days were passed, raw and tumescent, in impassioned exploration of each former's orifices or utterly spent and languid, eubstance slick and slippery with the fluids of interjection mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the consequence of sexual arousal and gratification, either under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, in the crystal Ethel Waters of the lake or in the confines of the collapsible shelter. Then the essential of returning to the daily plodding of normal life-time intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to repay to that region for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no television camera to take his photo. Only the retentivity of his face and body remained, dimmed by the handing over of fourth dimension. When recollecting the mountain chain of events while writing this report it all came flooding back into sharp direction. The recollections of all that we did to each early, the pleasures we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my idea 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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