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Ajay's Tale.


This the final and concluding to the Saga of Ajay and rajah.


I woke up from a deep sleep to sense a exercising weight on my dresser, something was brushing my lips and mouth and a hired man was grasping my semi erect cock. None of these were strange or unfamiliar sensations. This was Ajay's darling way of waking me up in the morning. You have already heard the news report of how I met Ajay and genus Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those times came to an end. This is now the story of the two old age that I continued to relish Ajay's company and his soundbox.
After raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often come up the James Jerome Hill after school on a Friday evening and stay put till Billy Sunday afternoon. His favorite way of waking me up on Sat and Sunday break of day, was to sit on my chest and holding his already hard cock in one deal, rub it on my lips and brass. While doing that he would strive behind to grasp my stopcock with his other handwriting and using a pulsating grip, bring in me to erection. Once I was wide worked up and hard he would rise off my chest, squatting over my cock and miserable himself firmly on to my jibe till it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping motion he would then proceed to"drive"my cock till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping cock in one hand and clod in my other hand and set forth masturbating him. His eubstance's cycle on my shaft would alert me to go faster or dull, the script holding his balls would tell me how close to climaxing he was. We would synchronize our campaign to descend to an explosive and coincidental ejaculation. My cock pumping my seeded player deep in his ass and he, spraying my face and chest, with his young boy's cum. Of course every morning was not the same. There were mornings of extreme tenderness when voiced kisses to lips and boldness would suffice, There were mornings when I would come alive sooner than him [ about of the prison term ] and finding him sleeping spoon fashion in my arms, very slowly and gently enter his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward movements to keep my cock hard, and let the joy of the sentiency wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bath together. Soaping each other's bodies, removing all the desiccated impudence of the previous Nox's emissions. Hands slippery with Georgia home boy soapsuds, delving deep in the sally of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing cock and balls in passing. laurel wreath, fingers spread wide, roughly applying the max to the cover, would change action, to easy caresses when reaching the tooshie. My fingerbreadth, gently pulling back his foreskin, to soap the forefront of his cock. Or his breath, caressing my take down belly as he bent his body, or knelt before me to soap my legs would often enough be sufficient to take about another erection. This would cause us to turn on the shower and wash off the Georgia home boy and proceed to"deflate"the erect pecker. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's cock that got hard or by another fuck if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would insert a finger in my ass sometimes to heighten some part of our play or other, he refused to make out me. I had never asked him to do it during the time period we were in a threesome with Raja, but during the two geezerhood that Ajay and I were lovers I sometimes felt the desire to play bottom to that lithe slim body and the straight cock with the cheeky pink head peeping from the foreskin. He always politely refused my request. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his lingua to excite me. He would accept any position I asked him and appropriate me to fuck him in any way I wanted. He would nurse my prick and tope all my cum. He would even allow me to draw him dry and swallow up his creamy boy's ejaculate but he would never use his cock to enroll my ass. Of all the things I have done in my spirit and of all the satisfaction I have had, this is the one matter I always will regret not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the shower about 2 hours after we had entered it. Many the times we came out of the privy with rampant rooster, but at that point far too hungry to pay attention to encourage demand for sex. After Raja had departed from the ternary, the quality of our secret plan together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romantic and consecrated air. Never once in the two years we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any former boy to link up in our games or to take rajah's place.

There were many of Ajay's friends who had become untrusting of our kinship and the nature and reasonableness behind his frequent visits to my house and when I had work in the plains, the casual night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby metropolis. Some were the boys with whom Raja and Ajay had begun to explore their sex. Others were male child who suspected the sexual connection between us and who would own liked to join in. Yet others were boys who I think, fancied Ajay and who were desperate to try to make him. Apparently some of the son did glide path him, telling him they"knew"what was going on between him and me and asking him either to get sex with them or for an unveiling to me and for cellular inclusion in our plot.
Some threatened him with photograph if he did not do what they asked or wanted. Some said they would inform his parents as to the actual reasonableness for his sojourn to me. While we played many games and drop much of the day and nights having great sex, I also took the trouble to teach him English and some early content. As his faculty member carrying out in school improved so dramatically after his affiliation with me his parents never suspected anything about our straight relationship, and were always happy to let their son sojourn me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any other boy or boys nearer his own age and his answer brought me to the scepter of bust. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with Raja and some other boy, after meeting me for the indorsement time, he had lost involvement in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with raja only because he had thought I had preferred Raja to him. Over the fourth dimension we had been a troika, I had always shared my tenderness equally between the two boys though it had been Ajay I had always preferred. Even though he had darker peel, he was by far the more attractive of the two and his body had more natural grace and ravisher. Also his nature was far nicer than raja's. When I told Ajay that it was always him that I had liked better and was always him I had looked forward to seeing again, it was his bend to have teary eyes.
Ajay's slender body, handsome cock and easily penetrated ass were not just plaything for me during the sentence we shared together. He had a immediate and enquiring mind and learned easily all that I could teach him, not only in bed but about life in general. I taught him to register and drop a line English almost as well as I could, coached him in mathematics, and other schoolhouse topic and made sure as shooting his training covered all the scene of necessary to help him advance in school as well as after that. Our relationship was based on intimate gratification in the outset but soon moved to a unlike perspective. Our meetings would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three days between them, consist of excited movement to reach the others body, removing dress as fast as possible and indulging in human action that brought about prompt windup and ejaculation. back talk applied to already voiceless turncock in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his dress I would make him lie on his spinal column with his legs at ear degree so his ass was exposed completely and run my clapper from the root word of his Lucille Ball to this ass hole a few meter taking him almost to the point of spilling his seeded player, then would quickly enter his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. Most of the metre we would blunder simultaneously me rich in his ass and he spraying his own chest and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would start out the more attentive phase of our dear fashioning where we sought to pleasure the early rather than indulging in instant gratification. We were supremely content with each early, and during the two years we spent playing games and having fun, I never thought of any former boy.

Ajay was 19 years and one day old when I met him and first had sex with him and Raja. He was 20 old age and four months old when Raja left for Madras and we knew that soon he would complete his schooling and would have to start working also that his parents would be looking for a St. Bridget for him. We knew we had just a year or so to bask ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 years and four months old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd natal day I saw that his look, once so smooth and barren, with only the feeble tracings of down, had begun to indicate maturation, albeit delayed, of the typical midst Tamalian mustache. The scanty pilus which had decorated his chin were now beginning to change by reversal into coarse straw that covered his brass as well. His features, which had trough then retained a childish and innocent cast, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once luminous optic began to dull.


His slender and boyish cock, with its rosy pink head peeping out of the foreskin was now more of a man's cock. His slim and hairless body had matured, developed muscularity and trace of hair on dresser and belly. The once scanty pubic fuzz that was like sleek down, and with which I had loved to play, was now a thick wood of jolty curls from which his hammer and lump emerged. The strip of pelt from his testis to his ass kettle of fish, once suave and hairless, a ducky itinerary for my glossa, and the drubbing of which was a sure flak way to excite and conflagrate his passion, was now covered in hair, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his marriage for the adjacent auspicious day, about 5 months in the future. We knew that the time to component part was drawing closer. The frequency of our love life seemed to become foster and boost apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far More prison term just talking or holding each other, instead of the usual frantic sexual lust that had consumed us previously. Right up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a custom. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthday with me ] our every merging had been based on the lust and desire we had felt for each former's bodies. Now as the shadow of his maturing physical structure, changing coming into court and his pending marriage fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.

Sometimes a boy going on the road will trigger a computer memory of those times and acts. I sometimes see a Edward Young boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay's name. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a thing of the past and something that ended a retentive time ago. Eventually we parted, without sorrow, without any bad look. We still satisfy sometimes. But never refer to our yesteryear, the plot we played or the desires that sustained our relationship for around the four years we had known each other intimately. Ajay's wife has produced only girl. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he give allowed his son to chaffer me.

Finis .