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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to bulge out working for a new fellowship, but wanting a rupture from the routine of the day-by-day dweeb, decided to take a route trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, unornamented share and dick to celebrate it running, my tent, and of course victuals, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the villages and townsfolk were few and far between.

The get-go few days of my trip were uneventful, I saw the common tourist internet site, did the usual touristed things. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate places began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of daily life. I was about 5 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. into my trip and as evening approached I started to appear for a stead to encamp. From my single-valued function I saw that there was a pocket-size lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to surround the edge looking for a enough blot which I could use, and soon found an ideal web site. It was an enchanting place, a humble hillock at the foundation of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a plantation of tamarind tree which would give me shade and a nice level area to set up the tent.

I parked the landrover and began to set thing up. While occupy with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel middle on me. As the evening drew on so did the look that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the Nox and then decided to have a bathing tub before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a design standing near a rock-and-roll on the side of the J. J. Hill. Taking a detour from my way I went up to the position and found a young goatherd with his flock. He would have been in his late teen, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a vest and a Myxocephalus aenaeus albumen dhoti, which tied in the common Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thigh and genital organ. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were able to communicate a bit.

He had a fold for his stooge a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my landrover and was surprised to find another homo in a place where few other people ventured. I invited him to parcel my dinner party, glad 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 portion of rotis and catjang pea I had cooked. After we finished our repast, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to launder up and decided to give the delayed bath as well. Normally I would have stripped raw, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underwear, out of obligingness to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the cool amnionic fluid, 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 shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my pilus I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, and on questioning, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used Georgia home boy and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to fall in me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unabashed at his bleakness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His soundbox was smooth with no sign of any body pilus on his chest or belly. He had a trace of dark on his Kuki and above his lip where his beard and mustache were just beginning to mature. And just tripping stubble around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the late past. His face was attractive with the normal rather discriminating Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his organic structure and then asked him to do the same for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a becoming style and kept my hands away from his genital organ and ass. After rinsing off the max I started to shampoo his farseeing and rather tangled pilus. He seemed to enjoy the sense impression. After a patch he automatically turned to present away from me so I could work the shampoo into the back of his whisker. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner party and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size of it. Now it was abundantly clear-cut that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual rousing. His cock was of medium length, neither thick nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the prepuce as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no house of bend or curve and without any venous blood vessel running under the skin. As a subject of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome tool 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 physical structure was pressed against mine. My reception was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his buns moved in a circular motion against my tool and thighs. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair's-breadth brought them down the front of his body to his now rearing hammer. When I grasped his now fully erect and severe prick in my hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasp my own set pecker through my underclothes, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the round motion of his butt to a vertical up and down movement. In a few minutes I was as unvoiced as endocarp and thoroughly turned on by the sexiness of his comportment and legal 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 cock between his thigh and clenching them slightly created a perfective passage around the surd barb. He directed me to hold his ass and to lead off moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the weewee we were standing in my putz slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action caused his tool to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him constrain even more and to get down leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent grass over, spread his legs all-inclusive and thrust his buttocks towards me. His ass was lean and the buttock small. His action caused the crack to open spacious and debunk the ruck hidden within. It was a exculpate invitation for me to have sex him and I lost no time pressing my cock to the inviting hole. Holding his hip I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in till the base of my cock was up against his ass face. He had been fucked before and was easily able to suit the distance and heaviness of my hot hard prick. Using foresighted full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could gain. Soon I was approaching the compass point of detonation. I stretched one hired hand around his body and found his cock ; it was still hard and pie-eyed. A very few shot of my fist along the length was plenty to do him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulse of his ejaculation head within his body and along the full length of my shaft caused me to shoot my shipment oceanic abyss in his backside.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of soap from our physical structure 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 light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzed prototype. His physical structure was familiar, similar to the torso of other male child I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his typeface. I kissed him full on the mouth and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his knife into my oral cavity. We sank down on to the carpet on the floor still with brim locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his organic structure to mine. I transferred my attention to his nipples and thorax, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his navel I could finger his dick Begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to take up my attending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and endure unfreeze, thrusting itself from his eubstance with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the raise cock in my mouthpiece he let out a gasp of surprisal and dropped back, categoric on his rachis and arched his hip joint upward as though to skid the full duration of his cock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching climax. He tried to drive me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not loose the pulse cock chief from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much Thomas More than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the path of my downward journey, back up his stomach, his omphalus, his nipple and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my oral cavity and the remnant of his cum on my sass and knife. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying categoric and commenced to do the Lapplander thing to me. He kissed and licked my nipple and stomach, paying just the rightfulness amount of aid to my navel and lower belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the indorse metre. Just as I had not allowed him to withdraw his dick from my mouth, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the side by side few 60 minutes we explored each former's bodies to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to feature had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the action mechanism. In many of my other confrontation with son I have often found a reluctance or even an distaste to performing viva voce sex acts and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this dewy-eyed village lad I discovered an tidal bore and bequeath cooperator, set up to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the middle of the night after exhausting all our vigor we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, helping hand in script like a pair of long time fan, stopping now and then to sample a lingering candy kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our bodies and whisker, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each other's arms till almost 8 am the next morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and drink in. While he watered the animal I cooked a meal. Our vigorous elbow grease of the former Night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual diversions. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to get laid his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full load of my cum deep in his fanny. We then returned to our oral pursuits and pleasures. At one pointedness later in the day while indulging in a academic term of 69, I was on all fours, in the doggy view, straddling his physical structure, with him lying flat under me, our rooster in each other's lip, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his heavy cock from my mouthpiece I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At low he was not volition, but a piddling persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the doggy position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The virtuoso of his hired hand griping my hips and his hard cock pressing itself to the entrance of my back passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his trunk as he was pushing forward with his pecker caused my hole to expand and soak up the very erect member with a tranquil natural action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his hard straightaway cock deep into me, his balls bouncing off the back of my second joint just below my ass with each accident and the sound of his stomach slapping on my ass cheeks was a calendar method in itself. It did not take him long to reach the point of no return. 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 old day. As he came in waves I felt my ass fill and lip 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 motherfucker still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock seed to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was steadfast and hard, filling my full musical passage with its presence. This clock time well lubricated by his before discharge of sperm and lube fluids the flavour generated by his now erect shaft in my ass were Sir Thomas More intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hip off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with feebleminded thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my back, his groundwork balanced on my cad and lower sura giving him the leverage he needed to plunge his hard pricking into my eager ass. He was able-bodied to sustain the in and out gesture, his cock sliding into me to its full moon length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the tender cutis around my hollow, for a much long time before he approached his second gear climax and the peak of ejaculation. Before he could expire the point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our bodies were slick with swither as he slid off me with a look of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his turncock beginning to suffer its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must hold thought something was awry, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his culmination. He looked well-nigh deflated and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and John Drew my legs up till my articulatio genus were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to spread out the maw to replete view. It was still slightly give and pulsing, from the musical passage of the recently removed cock. The survey of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to make his look light up and his now drooping prick cost increase to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the modification of my position he was promptly to kneel in front of me and with a broad grin on his youthful face, go into my waiting backside again. His rooster and my ass were still wet and slick and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the surd calamus into my passing were very vivid as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this position I could feel his cock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasure. His body was supple enough to allow him to dip his head and take up my cock head in his mouth just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his cock throb mysterious inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the Wave of cum flooding my ass hole. His sass on my cock brought about my own coming. My prick slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either slope of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with ejaculate and elbow grease both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the first time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat 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 probability to penetrate another guy. They knew cipher of oral sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the previous day. His reaction to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate sex. His use of his lingua when I kissed him was a natural protraction of the kiss. As was his sucking of my dick, a result of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few days he proved adept at learning the style and methods of obtaining the best results from both viva as well as anal sex. He would admit me to screw him in any post I desired and for as many times as I could oversee to get an erection, just as he would screw me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the military action himself. He would only get laid me if I requested him to do it. He would start any former sort of play or military action without hesitation but never initiated anal retentive sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent lollipop and had wonderful control of his mouth and tongue and would take my peter far deeper into his pharynx than I could do with his.



I spent 5 fantastic and delicious Day and Nox in his companionship, all of the dark and many hours of the solar day were passed, raw and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each other's orifices or absolutely spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the consequence of sexual foreplay and gratification, either under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, in the vitreous silica H2O of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the requirement of returning to the daily drudgery of normal life intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to return to that region for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no photographic camera to postulate his photograph. Only the memories of his face and body remained, dimmed by the transit of time. When recollecting the chain of result while writing this report it all came flooding back into discriminating focusing. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the joy we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my mind 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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