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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to protrude working for a new company, but wanting a suspension from the subroutine of the day-by-day grind, decided to take a road trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessity cogwheel, spare parts and shaft to keep it running, my tent, and of line provender, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated sphere where the village and towns were few and far between.

The first few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist sites, did the usual touristy affair. But then as I drove into the back country the desolate places began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of everyday spirit. I was about 5 sidereal day into my trip and as evening approached I started to look for a place to camp. From my single-valued function I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to duck the edge looking for a decent spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an enchanting place, a small hillock at the fundament of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a grove of tamarind trees which would feed me shade and a nice level expanse to erect the tent.

I parked the landrover and began to set thing up. While fussy with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel eyes on me. As the evening drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to have a bathtub before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a figure standing near a stone on the position of the hill. Taking a detour from my way I went up to the spot and found a young goatherd with his flock. He would experience been in his of late teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby tweed dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani manner, clearly delineated his thigh and crotch. With my handful of Hindi, we were capable to communicate a bit.

He had a congregation for his caprine animal a petty distance away. He heard the reaching of my jeep and was surprised to find another homo in a place where few former people ventured. I invited him to share my dinner, sword lily for a bit of party after a few Clarence Day of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a lot of rotis and dhal I had cooked. After we finished our repast, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to lap up and decided to have the delayed bath as well. Normally I would have stripped bare, but removing only my shirt and trouser, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's mien. As I ventured out into the assuredness waters, 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 fuzz I noticed that the boy was intensely concerned, and on questioning, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used max and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to join me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and vest and quite unabashed at his openness, he had cipher on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His consistence was smooth with no preindication of any body hairsbreadth on his breast or belly. He had a touch of shadow on his Chin and above his sassing where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just light husk around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the Holocene past times. His face was attractive with the normal rather keen Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the Lapplander for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a nice way and kept my hands away from his genitals and ass. After rinsing off the max I started to shampoo his farsighted and rather tangled whisker. He seemed to enjoy the sense datum. After a while he automatically turned to face up away from me so I could mold the shampoo into the rachis of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"software system"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a dainty size. Now it was abundantly crystalise that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no unknown to sexual arousal. His turncock was of mass medium length, neither thick nor slenderize, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the prepuce as it rose towards hard-on. It was straight, with no signaling of plication or curvature and without any veins 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 fingers, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender torso was pressed against mine. My reply was unmistakable to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his cheek moved in a circular motion against my cock and thighs. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the social movement of his body to his now rearing cock. When I grasped his now fully tumid and hard cock in my hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasped my own solidifying shaft through my underwear, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the flier question of his rear end to a vertical up and down apparent motion. In a few moment I was as firmly as Oliver Stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and actions. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his belly he pressed his lithe physical structure against mine, slipped my cock between his thigh and clenching them slightly created a utter passage around the hard shaft. He directed me to give his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This natural action caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to start leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, spread his legs wide and thrust his backside towards me. His ass was lean and the cheeks small. His action mechanism caused the crack to unfold wide and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to roll in the hay him and I lost no time pressing my pecker to the inviting hole. Holding his rose hip I thrust forward and slip slickly all the way in till the base of my peter was up against his ass face. He had been fucked before and was easily able-bodied to accommodate the distance and thickness of my hot voiceless cock. Using long full throw I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the power point of explosion. I stretched one hand around his organic structure and found his peter ; it was still hard and pissed. A very few strokes of my fist along the length was decent to make him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulsation of his ejaculation crack within his organic structure and along the wide-cut duration of my cock caused me to shoot my cargo deep in his backside.

heaving, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our fuzz and oddment of easy lay from our dead body 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 unhorse inside the collapsible shelter was like looking at a slightly foggy image. His body was comrade, similar to the organic structure of other male child I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him full on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his lingua into my sassing. We sank down on to the rugs on the level still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his consistence to mine. I transferred my attention to his nipples and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my sassing lower to his umbilicus I could feel his hammer Begin to stand 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 take shape up and stand devoid, thrusting itself from his consistence with an anticipant air.

When I bent my read/write head and took the raise pecker in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, flat on his back and arched his hips upward as though to slue the total length of his hammer down my throat. Within a very few min I could sense him reaching climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to blurt out. But I did not release the pulsing cock headspring from my mouth and the succeeding instant felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the sum of money of semen he produced, much 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 down journey, back up his stomach, his navel, his nipple and finally to his mouth. He showed no simpleness and eagerly tasted my oral fissure and the remnants of his cum on my lips and spit. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the same things to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and tum, paying just the the right way sum of money of attending to my belly button and low-spirited belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet sass. He soon brought me to the point of interjection for the 2nd time. Just as I had not allowed him to withdraw his cock from my mouth, he also would not appropriate me to take out mine from his mouth and swallowed the wax load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hours we explored each other's bodies to the uttermost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to have had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the actions. In many of my early encounters with boys I have often found a reluctance or even an aversion to performing oral sex turn and sometimes also to having these act performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an eager and uncoerced cooperator, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the center of the Night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the Moon, manus in deal like a duo of hanker time lovers, stopping now and then to sample a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our physical structure and tomentum, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each other's subdivision 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 salute. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the previous Nox had left us edacious.

After we had released the butt to graze and eat on our breakfast we returned to our sexual deflexion. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to lie with his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full load of my ejaculate deep in his nates. We then returned to our unwritten pursuits and pleasures. At one tip later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all fours, in the bow-wow stance, straddling his body, with him lying level under me, our turncock in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his severely putz from my backtalk I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At for the first time he was not uncoerced, but a little 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 metre since I had felt a pecker enter my ass. The sensation of his hands griping my coxa and his operose cock pressing itself to the ingress of my back passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his stopcock caused my hole to flourish and engulf the very upright member with a smooth legal action. Very soon he was plunging the full-of-the-moon length of his hard straight cock deep into me, his ball bouncing off the back of my thigh just below my ass with each stroke and the strait of his tum slapping on my ass boldness was a rhythm in itself. It did not subscribe to him long to reach the full point of no yield. 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 other and on the previous day. As he came in waves I felt my ass fill and rim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of money of cum he produced time after time. As I began to feel his erecting 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 prick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his prick ejaculate to spirit again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and hard, filling my entire musical passage with its mien. This clock time well lubricated by his earlier natural spring of sperm and lube fluids the tone generated by his now erect shaft in my ass were more intense, the sliding action mechanism, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with backward thrust of my own. His organic structure was pressed along the length of my spinal column, his feet balanced on my heels and lower sura giving him the leverage he needed to dive his hard asshole into my tidal bore ass. He was capable to sustain the in and out apparent motion, his pecker sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the tender tegument around my muddle, for a much long time before he approached his 2nd flood tide and the percentage point of ejaculation. Before he could pass the point of no restitution I signalled him to bar. Both our bodies were slick with sweat as he slid off me with a expression of dismay on his face. As he squatted there with his putz beginning to recede its erectness, I can but marvel what passed through his mind.

He must birth thought something was wrong, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his climax. He looked most chopfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my spinal column and drew my branch up till my knee joint were almost stratum with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to give the hole to full panorama. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The spate of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to clear his face light up and his now drooping cock rise to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the change of my position he was quick to kneel in front of me and with a all-embracing smiling on his youthful cheek, enter my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and slick and the look generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being capable to see the expressions on the others face. In this position I could palpate his shaft ambit far deeper in my ass bringing me recherche pleasure. His physical structure was supple enough to allow him to dip his head and take my cock point in his back talk just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his pecker throb mystifying inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass hole. His mouth on my cock brought about my own climax. My cock slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either English of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with seminal fluid and lather both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the first clock time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat headers, but as the youthful among them, he was always made to bet the nates boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the chance to perforate another guy. They knew nothing of oral sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the old day. His responses to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a natural continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a solvent of the champion he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few twenty-four hour period he proved adept at learning the fashion and methods of obtaining the best results from both oral as well as anal retentive sex. He would allow me to get it on him in any emplacement I desired and for as many meter as I could manage to get an erection, just as he would love me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many clock time as I felt like it. But he would never originate the action mechanism himself. He would only get it on me if I requested him to do it. He would start any other sorting of play or activity without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an torrid patsy and had wonderful control of his mouth and spit and would take my cock far deeper into his pharynx than I could do with his.



I spent 5 fantastic and delicious solar day and dark in his troupe, all of the Nox and many hours of the solar day were passed, naked and tumescent, in torrid exploration of each other's orifice or utterly spent and languid, consistence slick and slippery with the fluids of interjection mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the wake of intimate arousal and gratification, either under the trees, in the crystal water of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessary of returning to the daily donkeywork of normal life intruded, as did want of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to rejoin to that region for quite a few old age and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to submit his pic. Only the computer storage of his grimace and body remained, dimmed by the passage of sentence. When recollecting the chain of effect while writing this tarradiddle it all came flooding back into sharply centering. The remembrance of all that we did to each other, the pleasures we derived from sharing our consistence 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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