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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new troupe, but wanting a intermission from the act of the day-after-day grind, decided to use up a road slip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary geartrain, dispense with share and tools to observe it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the villages and townsfolk were few and far between.

The first few days of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist land site, did the usual touristy thing. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate place began to wave me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the requirement of routine life-time. I was about 5 sidereal day into my tripper and as evening approached I started to appear for a lieu to camp down. From my mathematical function I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to fudge the edge looking for a seemly daub which I could use, and soon found an ideal website. It was an enthrall place, a small hillock at the understructure of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a woodlet of tamarindo trees which would reach me shade and a nice floor surface area to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set affair up. While busy with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could sense eye 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 figure standing near a rock on the side of the James Jerome Hill. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the position and found a young goat herder with his plenty. He would have been in his late teenager, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a vest and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani way, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my smattering of Hindi, we were able-bodied to communicate a bit.

He had a crease for his Goat a slight length away. He heard the arriver of my jeep and was surprised to find another human 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 lot of rotis and cajan pea I had cooked. After we finished our repast, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to rinse up and decided to stimulate the delayed bathtub as well. Normally I would experience stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and pant, I remained in my underwear, out of compliancy to the boy's front. 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 boldness. Plainly he did not bed how to drown. I came back to the shoal and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair I noticed that the boy was intensely occupy, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used soap and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to link me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unabashed at his nakedness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His body was smooth with no sign of any body hair's-breadth on his breast or belly. He had a ghost of vestige on his chin and above his lips where his byssus and mustache were just beginning to grow. And just lightheaded stalk around the pubic domain which showed he had shaved it in the recent past times. His face was attractive with the normal rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his physical structure and then asked him to do the same for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a decent manner and keep my helping hand away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his farseeing and rather tangled hair. He seemed to delight the wizard. After a patch he automatically turned to face away from me so I could work the shampoo into the spine of his hairsbreadth. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become put up. I had noticed his"computer software"when we were having dinner party and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size. Now it was abundantly well-defined that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His turncock was of medium length, neither thick nor sparse, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erecting. It was straight, with no sign of flexure or curve and without any veins running under the skin. As a affair of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome cock 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 response was patent to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his bottom moved in a handbill motion against my rooster and thigh. Then reaching up for my handwriting which were still entangled in his tomentum brought them down the front of his soundbox to his now rampant shaft. When I grasped his now fully upright and hard peter in my hand, he slipped his script between us and brooch my own solidifying turncock through my underwear, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the flyer motion of his bottom to a vertical up and down apparent motion. In a few second I was as hard as Harlan Fiske Stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and actions. He turned towards me again and very bashfully indicated I should take away my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his tool flat against his venter he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my cock between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a thoroughgoing transition around the operose shaft. He directed me to hold his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the body of water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This activity caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to set forth leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, hang over, propagate his ramification wide and thrust his backside towards me. His ass was angle and the brass pocket-size. His military action caused the crack to open up wide and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to be intimate him and I lost no prison term pressing my cock to the inviting hole. Holding his articulatio coxae I thrust forward and skid slickly all the way in till the radical of my stopcock was up against his ass impudence. He had been fucked before and was easily able to oblige the length and thickness of my hot hard cock. Using long entire strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the head of explosion. I stretched one handwriting around his body and found his cock ; it was still hard and stiff. A very few slash of my fist along the length was decent to shit him start his own interjection. Feeling the pulsation of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the full phase of the moon distance of my cock caused me to shoot my lading deep in his backside.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remainder of scoop from our consistence we left the lake and went to my collapsible shelter. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy figure. His consistence was intimate, standardized to the body of early male child I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his fount. I kissed him full on the mouth 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 lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his body to mine. I transferred my attention to his nipples and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my lip lower to his navel point I could feel his cock Menachem Begin to uprise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to pull in my attention. I eased away from him and allowed it to rebound up and stand release, thrusting itself from his body with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the upright cock in my lip he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, level on his rear and arched his pelvis upward as though to slide the full length of his stopcock down my pharynx. Within a very few minutes I could finger him reaching orgasm. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not release the pulsing cock head from my mouth and the succeeding second felt the salty, creamy cum implosion therapy in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much more than than he had done at the lake just a piece earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the route of my downward journey, back up his tummy, his umbilicus, his nipples and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my oral fissure and the remnants of his cum on my lips and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying matte and commenced to do the like things to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and stomach, paying just the right amount of care to my umbilicus and turn down belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the item of interjection for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to pull away his cock from my mouth, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his lip and swallowed the to the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the future few hours we explored each other's bodies to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to give 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 encounters with male child I have often found a reluctance or even an distaste to performing oral sex Acts and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an eager and volition partner, make 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, hand in hand like a twosome of hanker clock time lover, stopping now and then to sample a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the stew and brand from our bodies and hair, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each other's arms till almost 8 am the adjacent morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the butt wanting to be let out of their pen to browse and drink. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the previous Night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to rake 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 replete freight of my ejaculate oceanic abyss in his backside. We then returned to our unwritten spare-time activity and pleasance. At one full point later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all fours, in the pooch position, straddling his body, with him lying flat under me, our cocks in each other's sass, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his hammer bury itself in my ass. Releasing his surd hammer from my mouth I asked him to get up and to bonk me. At first he was not willing, but a little persuading from me had him strike behind me as I remained in the doggy billet. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long time since I had felt a rooster enter my ass. The sensation of his hands griping my hips and his toilsome pecker pressing itself to the entrance of my vertebral column handing over was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his consistence as he was pushing forward with his peter caused my cakehole to flourish and plunge the very erect fellow member with a smooth activeness. Very soon he was plunging the wide duration of his voiceless straight peter deep into me, his balls bouncing off the spinal column of my thighs just below my ass with each separatrix and the auditory sensation of his stomach slapping on my ass nerve was a rhythm in itself. It did not pick out him long to arrive at the point of no rejoinder. Reaching back I laid a restraining hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him earlier and on the previous day. As he came in Wave I felt my ass fill and rim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced clock time after time. As I began to experience 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 eubstance, his now flagging pricking still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock cum to biography again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and firmly, filling my entire passage with its presence. This clip well lubricated by his earlier outflow of spermatozoan and lubricating fluids the opinion generated by his now erect cock in my ass were more intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with backward driving force of my own. His body was pressed along the distance of my back, his base balanced on my heels and lower calf giving him the leverage he needed to dive his knockout son of a bitch into my eager ass. He was able to prolong the in and out motion, his dick sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the tender skin around my pickle, for a much retentive clip before he approached his instant climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could blow over the full stop of no tax return I signalled him to stop. Both our bodies were slick with sweat as he slid off me with a look of alarm on his boldness. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to lose its erectness, I can but enquire what passed through his mind.

He must have thought something was improper, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his climax. He looked virtually crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and drew my legs up till my knees were almost level with my ear. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to full view. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed tool. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was adequate to make his side light up and his now drooping cock rise to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the change of my situation he was quick to kneel in front of me and with a broad smiling on his youthful face, enter my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and tricky and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the difficult pecker into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able-bodied to see the reflection on the others face. In this position I could feel his cock orbit far deeper in my ass bringing me dainty pleasance. His body was supple enough to allow him to dip his promontory and take my cock school principal in his mouth just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his cock throb inscrutable inside me with the force play of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass hole. His lips on my cock brought about my own orgasm. My cock slipped from his oral cavity and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my peg down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with ejaculate and sweat both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the firstly time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat headers, but as the untried among them, he was always made to meet the tush boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the chance to penetrate another guy. They knew nothing of oral sex and had never done Thomas More that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the former 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 continuance of the osculation. As was his sucking of my cock, a issue of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the succeeding few days he proved adept at learning the direction and method acting of obtaining the salutary results from both viva voce as well as anal sex. He would tolerate me to bang him in any position I desired and for as many metre as I could grapple to get an erection, just as he would fuck me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the action himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would start any early sort of sport or action without hesitation but never initiated anal retentive sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent gull and had wonderful control condition of his mouth and clapper and would look at my cock far deeper into his pharynx than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and delicious twenty-four hour period and nights in his troupe, all of the nights and many hours of the days were passed, naked and tumescent, in ardent exploration of each other's orifice or perfectly spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our stew, lying supine, recovering from the aftermath of sexual foreplay and gratification, either under the trees, in the crystal water supply of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessary of returning to the daily grind of normal life intruded, as did want of sufficient supply. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to retort to that region for quite a few geezerhood and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no tv camera to take his picture. Only the retentivity of his face and body remained, dimmed by the passage of time. When recollecting the chain of case while writing this story it all came flooding back into sharp centering. The remembrance of all that we did to each early, the pleasure we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my mind and weed. 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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