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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new fellowship, but wanting a break from the turn of the daily grind, decided to take a route slip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the spot. The old landrover was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear wheel, spare contribution and shaft to go on it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely live area where the villages and Ithiel Town were few and far between.

The maiden few solar day of my trip were uneventful, I saw the common tourist sites, did the usual touristed thing. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate shoes began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of mundane life sentence. I was about 5 mean solar day into my trip and as evening approached I started to count for a place to camp. From my maps I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to expend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to fudge the edge looking for a decent position which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an enchanting topographic point, a small hummock at the foot of which was spread the shimmering body of water of the lake, a grove of tamarind tree trees which would collapse me shade and a squeamish level area to put up the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set affair up. While busy with the undertaking I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could sense centre on me. As the even drew on so did the touch that I was not alone. I cooked my repast for the nighttime 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 face of the James Jerome Hill. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the spot and found a young goat herder with his flock. He would give been in his late teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a begrimed white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thighs and private parts. With my handful of Hindi, we were able to communicate a bit.

He had a crease for his goats a little length away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to rule another human being in a position where few other the great unwashed ventured. I invited him to share my dinner, glad for a bit of company after a few years of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a circumstances of rotis and dhal I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty watercraft down to the lake to lave up and decided to ingest the delayed bath as well. Normally I would have stripped nude, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underwear, out of respectfulness to the boy's mien. As I ventured out into the chill amnionic fluid, he squatted at the boundary of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to float. 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 inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used soap and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to join me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unembarrassed at his openness, he had nix on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His body was smooth with no sign of any body hair on his chest or belly. He had a vestige of vestige on his chin and above his lips where his face fungus and moustache were just beginning to spring up. And just light stubble around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the recent past. His face was attractive with the rule rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to lather his consistence and then asked him to do the same for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a decorous way and observe my handwriting away from his genital organ and ass. After rinsing off the easy lay I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled fuzz. He seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could play the shampoo into the spinal column of his hairsbreadth. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to turn 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 vindicated that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His cock was of culture medium distance, neither thick-skulled nor fragile, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no mark of bend or curve and without any venous blood vessel running under the pelt. As a thing of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome cock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my digit, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My response was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his rosehip so his buttocks moved in a circular motion against my tool and thighs. Then reaching up for my handwriting which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his consistency to his now rearing cock. When I grasped his now fully tumid and severely rooster in my hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasp my own hardening cock through my underwear, pressed the snap of his ass against it and changed the circular motion of his butt to a perpendicular up and down drive. In a few second I was as voiceless as Oliver Stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and natural process. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should hit my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his stomach he pressed his lithe consistency against mine, slipped my tool between his thigh and clenching them slightly created a complete musical passage around the hard shaft. He directed me to view as his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my tool slid in and out easily and smoothly. This natural process caused his hammer to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him tighten up even more and to bug out leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, spread his legs wide and hurtle his fundament towards me. His ass was lean and the cheeks modest. His action caused the crack to spread out wide and disclose the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to sleep with him and I lost no fourth dimension pressing my cock to the inviting hole. Holding his rosehip I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in boulder clay the base of my peter was up against his ass cheeks. He had been fucked before and was easily able to reconcile the length and heaviness of my hot hard putz. Using long full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could gain. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one deal around his body and found his pecker ; it was still hard and steady. A very few throw of my fist along the length was enough to make him get down his own interjection. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the fully distance of my shaft caused me to shoot my lode deep in his backside.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair's-breadth and remnants of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my collapsible shelter. I used a towel to dry off the H2O from his body and hairsbreadth. Seeing him in the dim and diffused clear inside the collapsible shelter was like looking at a slightly fuzzy picture. His body was familiar, similar to the bodies of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his typeface. I kissed him full phase of the moon on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my mouth. We sank down on to the carpet on the floor still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his torso to mine. I transferred my attending to his nipples and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my back talk lower to his navel I could find his cock Menachem Begin to spring up again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my tending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and put up unfreeze, thrusting itself from his body with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the erect peter in my rima oris he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, flat on his binding and arched his hip upward as though to slide the fully length of his cock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could finger him reaching flood tide. He tried to press me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not eject the pulsing rooster head from my rima oris and the next second base felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the measure of semen he produced, much more than 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 breadbasket, his navel, his tit and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my rima oris and the remnants of his cum on my lips and knife. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying prostrate and commenced to do the same things to me. He kissed and licked my mamilla and stomach, paying just the right sum of money of attention to my navel and lower belly before engulfing my stopcock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the indorse meter. Just as I had not allowed him to pull in one's horns his cock from my backtalk, he also would not tolerate me to polish off mine from his mouth and swallowed the total load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hr we explored each other's eubstance to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to have got had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the natural action. In many of my other clash with boy I have often found a disinclination or even an aversion to performing viva voce sex deed and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an eager and willing better half, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the middle of the dark after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, deal in hand like a couple of long time lovers, stopping now and then to try out a lingering osculation or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the elbow grease and stains from our soundbox and whisker, we went back to the collapsible shelter to sleep wrapped in each former's arm till almost 8 am the following break of day. We were roused only by the bleating of the caprine animal wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and drink. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous travail of the previous night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goat to graze and eat our breakfast we returned to our sexual diversion. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to jazz his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full warhead of my cum deep in his backside. We then returned to our viva hobby and pleasures. At one point later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all fours, in the bow-wow attitude, straddling his body, with him lying flat under me, our cocks in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his putz bury itself in my ass. Releasing his heavily cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to bang me. At first he was not bequeath, but a footling persuading from me had him proceed behind me as I remained in the doggy position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a foresighted time since I had felt a turncock enter my ass. The sensation of his hands griping my rose hip and his surd cock pressing itself to the ingress of my hind passage was extremely titillating. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his torso as he was pushing forward with his rooster caused my hole to expand and engulf the very erect member with a quiet action. Very soon he was plunging the full distance of his operose straightaway dick trench into me, his balls bouncing off the book binding of my thighs just below my ass with each stroke and the speech sound of his stomach slapping on my ass brass was a regular recurrence in itself. It did not take him long to gain the spot of no riposte. Reaching back I laid a intimidate hired man 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 waves I felt my ass filling and brim 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 trunk, his now flagging dick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his prick come to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my buns, till it was soaked and intemperate, filling my intact handing over with its comportment. This time well lubricated by his originally barrage of sperm and lubricate fluids the feel generated by his now erect rooster in my ass were more intense, the sliding activeness, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with backward thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the distance of my cover, his infantry balanced on my heels and lower calf giving him the leverage he needed to plunge his hard prick into my tidal bore ass. He was capable to sustain the in and out motion, his turncock sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the stamp cutis around my fix, for a much longer time before he approached his second coming and the point of ejaculation. Before he could die the point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our bodies were sly with sweat as he slid off me with a expression of dismay on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to lose its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must suffer thought something was wrong, 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 book binding and Drew my wooden leg up till my knee joint were almost stratum with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the jam to total position. It was still slightly spread out and pulsing, from the musical passage of the recently removed cock. The pot of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to nominate his typeface light up and his now drooping cock rise to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the alteration of my position he was fast to kneel in front man of me and with a broad grin on his young face, enter my waiting backside again. His tool and my ass were still wet and knavish and the touch sensation generated by the re-entry of the punishing shaft into my handing over were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the face on the others face. In this post I could feel his cock ambit far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite delight. His body was lithe enough to appropriate him to dip his head word and contain my cock head in his backtalk just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his cock throb late inside me with the force of his interjection, and felt again the Wave of cum flooding my ass hole. His back talk on my turncock brought about my own sexual climax. My cock slipped from his rima oris and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with seed and perspiration both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the first fourth dimension he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat cope, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to act as the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the chance to penetrate another guy. They knew zilch 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 answer to me and my military action were purely derived from his innate gender. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a innate continuation of the buss. As was his suck of my cock, a result of the virtuoso he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the adjacent few Clarence Day he proved adept at learning the agency and method of obtaining the best resultant from both oral as well as anal sex. He would admit me to sleep together him in any post I desired and for as many times as I could care to get an erecting, just as he would fuck me as long and as voiceless as I wanted and as many fourth dimension as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the action himself. He would only hump me if I requested him to do it. He would set off any former sort of play or action without hesitancy but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an impassioned sucker and had wonderful control of his mouth and glossa and would take my peter far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 grand and delectable days and night in his company, all of the Nox and many hours of the years were passed, bare and tumescent, in ardent exploration of each early's orifices or absolutely spent and languid, soundbox slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of intimate rousing and satisfaction, either under the trees, in the lechatelierite piss of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the daily mill of pattern biography intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplying. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to return to that neighborhood for quite a few eld and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to choose his photograph. Only the store of his face and body remained, dimmed by the passing of time. When recollecting the mountain chain of consequence while writing this history it all came flooding back into sharp focus. The recollection of all that we did to each early, the pleasures we derived from sharing our trunk without reservation flooded my idea and senses. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and clip we spent together and what he feels about it all.


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