This a true history. Readers are advised not to read if offended by mature/young gay sex.

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The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two figures huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus stop caught my tending 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 early few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to find them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer look revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be schoolhouse uniform pants and distort shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would give to the knit stitch only the next daybreak. When I explained this to the male child they were on the verge of tears.

tone sorry for their plight I asked them to come home with me. I could give them a meal, a change of wearing apparel and a warm place to sleep. The brisk walk of a kilometre from the bus stopover to my sign started to warm them up a bit. We reached my plaza with very piddling said as they were still too cold and wet to peach. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to vary into. While they were changing I lit a blast in the seance room fireplace and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two bowls of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling less chilled and were able-bodied to secern me some of their story.

The boys appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a small town in the plain stitch at the metrical unit of the hills and had bunked from schooling for the day to make a misstep to see the lake and townsfolk. When they had visited a close by tourist bit, they had come across person merchandising"illusion mushrooms"[ which this particular hill station was noted for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to pay it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushrooms they went into the pine forest and soon began to experience the effects. After wandering some space from the route and with no rattling idea of how far they had gone or the transit of time, they began to feel tired and lay down under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to sleep off the inanition they felt.

Woken by the rainfall they were shocked to find it was almost night and getting nighttime. With a lot of trouble they eventually found the road and were capable 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 hide, extremely cold and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back home they found a shop on the threshold of closing and were able-bodied to buy a cup of umber apiece and a span of bondas, which did piddling to ward off the pangs of thirst. They then sat down to wait for the adjacent bus, not knowing that the cobbler's 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 cold, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would care a guesswork of brandy to get rid of the lingering frisson and prevent 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 backbreaking pot liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not require body of water or soda pop with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had time to contain more than a couplet of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys get wind to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to give a fast high.

By this fourth dimension I had prepared a more substantive meal and while they poured their moment troll of boozing down their throats and wolfed the food, I finished my number 1 deglutition. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food they began to relax and to speak and behave more freely. I poured them a third round of drinks of drinks and told them to go boring with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more than about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the previous day had been ace birthday. This slip to the hills had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking boy, with the formula coffee coloured peel of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had practically facial hair. Both were just starting to picture some down on the upper lip and around the Kuki-Chin when other Tamil boys of the like age would possess had slurred moustaches and approximate stalk and would consume been shaving for a yoke 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 former boy. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to birth a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to make it a threesome. We wasted very little meter in talking after that and bringing in some mantle and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the base in movement of the fireplace. The room was tender enough for us to remove our clothes with puff and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark coloured nipples inviting the application of tongue and back talk. As I started to snog and lick his dresser and teat he showed some signs of being unused to these esthesis, but soon the rising bulge in his lungyi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turning to the other boy I started to kiss his face and cervix. He also showed mark of not being aware that sassing and mouth could hasten such sentiency. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any shape of kissing or licking bodily function, never even knew that lips, tongue and mouth could be the source of the exquisite arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were good prentice and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erections with their cocks finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my chief and took a cock in my mouth it came as such a cushion to the boy that he shot his load of cum in lupus erythematosus than ten s.

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

The raw boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was Raja, now turned their care to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to bat my mammilla and thorax, working his way down to my breadbasket. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trouser and my underwear and with surprisingly, no mental reservation took the duration of my cock in his mouth and began to lactate it just as I had done to him a few second previously. rajah also went down in front of me and started to lick my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my tool as well. For boys who had never known about viva sex both proved ace 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 full spectrum of sexual activeness that could be undertaken. I showed them how buss, licks and love pungency could raise an erection, how suction could bring a flaccid shaft back to its hard Department of State and the different method acting used, to almost make out to climax and how to slow down and turn back at that point so as to prolong the pleasance. I told them about anal sex and using a digit to dig into their asses showed them the amount of pleasance 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 before they felt the pleasure of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to roll in the hay both of them.

It was towards the early on hours of the cockcrow when all the events of the day began to catch up with them and both boy started to ease up. We settled down to kip well warmed by our exertions, 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 intimate satisfaction. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my shoulder, his bridge player on my breast and his leg across my thighs, his now limp and flaccid shaft pressed against my hip. genus Raja, sleeping face down had his arm across my stomach, his sweet 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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