This a true story. lecturer are advised not to learn if offended by mature/young gay sex.

Cold and Wet.

The Saga of Ajay and rajah.

Part.1

The two human body huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus stop caught my aid as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely frigid, as only a Alfred Hawthorne post 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 closer feel revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform pants and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely answer to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would hark back to the plains only the next morning. When I explained this to the son they were on the threshold of tears.

Feeling sorry for their troth I asked them to amount dwelling with me. I could pay them a meal, a change of apparel and a warm place to sleep. The fresh walk of a kilometre from the bus plosive to my house started to warm up them up a bit. We reached my place with very little 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 vary into. While they were changing I lit a ardor in the sitting room fireplace and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two stadium of piping hot soup to warm up them up. Soon they were feeling lupus erythematosus chilled and were able to recount me some of their story.

The son appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a small town in the plain at the foot of the hills and had bunked from school for the day to make a tripper to see the lake and town. When they had visited a close by tourist spot, they had come across someone selling"illusion mushroom cloud"[ which this item Alfred Hawthorne station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushroom cloud and decided to impart it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushrooms they went into the pine forest and soon began to experience the personal effects. After wandering some space from the route and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the transit of metre, they began to feel tired and lay down under the trees to sleep off the flatness they felt.

Woken by the pelting they were shocked to find it was almost night and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the route and were able to pee-pee it back into the township, which by then was shut down for the nighttime. By this time they were both wet to the pelt, extremely cold and ravenously athirst. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back dwelling house they found a workshop on the threshold of closing and were able to buy a cup of burnt umber apiece and a span of bondas, which did little to ward off the pangs of thirst. They then sat down to waitress for the next bus, not knowing that the 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 dead reckoning of brandy to get rid of the tarriance chill 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 in and were quite used to having hard hard drink. I poured out three snapshot of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not require pee 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 duo of sips of my own swallow. This is the way Tamil boys determine to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to collapse a fast high.

By this time I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their second round of drinkable down their throats and wolfed the food, I finished my showtime drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food they began to relax and to verbalise and behave more freely. I poured them a third round of drinks and told them to go slowly with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more than about them. Both son were actually 19 years old and the previous day had been single birthday. This trip to the mound had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were respectable looking son, with the formula java coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to picture some down on the upper lip and around the chin when former Tamil male child of the same age would have had duncish moustaches and jolting stubble and would have been shaving for a couple of years.

To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a intimate way, so slowly I brought the theme of conversation around to sex and in particular male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprise both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite capable about their experiences, with each other and with former 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 ternary. We wasted very little meter in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the floor in front line of the fireplace. The way was warm enough for us to dispatch our wearing apparel with consolation and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with night colourise mamilla inviting the application of knife and lips. As I started to kiss and work his dresser and nipples he showed some mansion of being unused to these sensations, but soon the rising protrusion in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

turning to the other boy I started to osculate his face and neck. He also showed signs of not being aware that mouth and mouth could induce such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, knife and mouthpiece could be the generator 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 erecting with their cocks finding the way out of the faithful of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head and took a dick in my back talk it came as such a electric shock to the boy that he shot his freight of cum in less than ten seconds.

The former 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 lungyi and standing stark naked in front end of me. He lasted just a little bit longer, perhaps 15 or 20 seconds.

The naked boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was rajah, now turned their attention to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my teat and dresser, working his way down to my belly. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trouser and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reservation took the length of my tool in his backtalk and began to imbibe it just as I had done to him a few bit previously. Raja also went down in front of me and started to thrash my glob then replaced Ajay and sucked my putz as well. For male child who had never known about oral sex both proved mavin at the task.

To appointment their experiences had been mostly mutual masturbation and some amount of frottage, the insertion of a rampant cock between the clamped thigh of another ; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual activities that could be undertaken. I showed them how kisses, lick and love bites could enhance an erection, how suck could institute a flaccid cock back to its heavy state and the dissimilar methods used, to almost come to climax and how to slow down and stop at that point so as to prolong the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to poke into their asses showed them the measure of pleasure to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of row as both were"freshers"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some discomfort at outset before they felt the pleasure of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to know both of them.

It was towards the early 60 minutes of the daybreak when all the events of the day began to bewitch up with them and both boys started to sag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our effort, the slowly give out fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either side of meat of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, full with sexual satisfaction. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's head cradled on my shoulder, his hand on my pectus and his leg across my second joint, his now limp and flaccid putz pressed against my hip. rajah, sleeping face down had his arm across my stomach, his unfermented backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in Part 2

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