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Cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two flesh huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus check caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at Night, wet and extremely frigid, as only a hill station can get. None of the other few rider, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A snug smell revealed two young son, dressed in what appeared to be school undifferentiated pants and colour shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my motion. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would riposte to the plains only the next break of the day. When I explained this to the son they were on the verge of tears.

Feeling sorry for their troth I asked them to come dwelling with me. I could give them a meal, a change of clothes and a warm place to sleep. The refreshful base on balls of a kilometre from the bus stop consonant to my house started to warm them up a bit. We reached my seat with very trivial said as they were still too cold and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a duo of shirts and lungies to deepen 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 sports stadium of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling less chilled and were able-bodied to evidence me some of their story.

The boy appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a diminished town in the plain at the human foot of the hills and had bunked from schoolhouse for the day to make a trip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a closing curtain by tourer slur, they had come across mortal marketing"illusion mushroom-shaped cloud"[ which this particular hill station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to cave in it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushroom-shaped cloud they went into the pine woods and soon began to feel the event. After wandering some distance from the road and with no very idea of how far they had gone or the passing of metre, they began to feel tired and lay down under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to sleep off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the rain they were shocked to bump it was almost night and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the route and were able to nominate 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 deep brown apiece and a couple of bondas, which did short to ward off the pang of hunger. They then sat down to expect for the next bus, not knowing that the finally 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 inhuman, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a snap of brandy to get rid of the lingering shudder 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 hard liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not require piddle or sodium carbonate with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had meter to look at more than a couple of sips of my own boozing. This is the way Tamil boys learn to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to pass on a loyal high.

By this time I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their second round of golf of drinking down their throat and wolfed the intellectual nourishment, I finished my first drinking. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food they began to relax and to speak and carry more freely. I poured them a third round of crapulence and told them to go slow up with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more about them. Both son were actually 19 long time old and the late day had been unity birthday. This trip to the hills had been undertaken as a festivity of that. They were good looking boys, with the normal coffee tree coloured pelt of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had often nervus facialis hair. Both were just starting to render some down on the upper berth lip and around the chin when other Tamil boy of the Lapp age would have had wooden-headed moustaches and rasping stubble and would deliver been shaving for a couple of years.

To me, boys of this case and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the subject of conversation around to sex and in detail male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprisal both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite out-of-doors about their experiences, with each former and with early boys. Perhaps, their prohibition 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 cover and rug, soon made a nice bed on the base in front of the fireplace. The room was warm enough for us to transfer our clothes with ease and I began undressing one of the male child. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark emblazon nipples inviting the application of tongue and lip. As I started to kiss and lick his chest and nipples he showed some signboard of being idle to these sensations, but soon the rising bulge in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turn to the other boy I started to kiss his face and neck opening. He also showed signaling of not being cognisant that sass and mouth could rush such genius. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking body process, never even knew that lips, glossa and mouth could be the source of the exquisite foreplay they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like pro. Both were good learners and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erections with their putz finding the way out of the sheepcote of their lungies and begging for care. When I bent my head and took a tool in my mouth it came as such a jounce to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less than ten irregular.

The other boy having seen what I had done to the other, and was now about to do to him, made it easier for me by flinging off his lungi and standing stark naked in figurehead 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 gens was Raja, now turned their care to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my tit and chest, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my pant and my underclothes and with surprisingly, no reservation took the duration of my turncock in his mouth and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few moment previously. raja also went down in front of me and started to lap my clod then replaced Ajay and sucked my stopcock as well. For boys who had never known about oral exam sex both proved adept at the task.

To date their experiences had been mostly common masturbation and some measure of frottage, the interpolation of a rampant cock between the clamped thighs of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual activities that could be undertaken. I showed them how buss, licks and bang bites could heighten an hard-on, how sucking could lend a flaccid cock back to its hard state and the different method used, to almost come to climax and how to slow down and block off at that point so as to draw out the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a digit to probe their piece of tail showed them the sum of money of joy to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of class as both were"fresher"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some uncomfortableness at first before they felt the pleasure of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to have sex both of them.

It was towards the early hours of the morning when all the events of the day began to trance up with them and both boys started to swag. We settled down to log Z's well warmed by our exertions, the slowly pop off fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either side of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, sate with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my berm, his hand on my pectus and his leg across my thighs, his now limp and soft cock pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping font down had his arm across my stomach, his odorous 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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