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Ajay's Tale.


This the final exam and concluding to the Saga of Ajay and Raja.


I woke up from a deep sleep to finger a free weight on my chest of drawers, something was brushing my sass and mouth and a hand was grasping my semifinal erect tool. None of these were strange or unfamiliar sensations. This was Ajay's best-loved way of waking me up in the daybreak. You have already heard the tarradiddle of how I met Ajay and 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 years that I continued to enjoy Ajay's company and his body.
After Raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often come up the Alfred Hawthorne after school on a Friday evening and detain till Sunday afternoon. His darling way of waking me up on Saturday and Sunday cockcrow, was to sit on my breast and holding his already tough stopcock in one hand, rub it on my sass and face. While doing that he would strain behind to compass my hammer with his former hand and using a pulsating hairgrip, bring me to erection. Once I was full aroused and hard he would rise off my dresser, squat over my cock and humiliated himself firmly on to my shaft till it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping motion he would then proceed to"drive"my shaft till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping cock in one hand and balls in my early helping hand and jump masturbating him. His dead body's round on my shaft would alarm me to go faster or obtuse, the hand holding his formal would tell me how close to climaxing he was. We would contemporize our social movement to occur to an explosive and simultaneous interjection. My cock pumping my seed deep in his ass and he, spraying my face and chest, with his young boy's cum. Of course every forenoon was not the same. There were mornings of utmost tenderness when sonant kisses to rim and expression would suffice, There were daybreak when I would waken earlier than him [ nigh of the time ] and finding him sleeping spoonful mode in my arms, very slowly and gently move into his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward trend to save my cock hard, and let the pleasure of the sensations wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bath together. Soaping each other's dead body, removing all the dry crusts of the previous Nox's emissions. Hands slippy with soap suds, delving deep in the chap of the ass, or running from mortise joint to groin, brushing cock and testicle in passing. medal, fingers spread panoptic, roughly applying the grievous bodily harm to the back, would vary natural action, to soft caresses when reaching the prat. My fingerbreadth, gently pulling back his foreskin, to soap the head of his prick. Or his breathing spell, caressing my lower belly as he bent his body, or knelt before me to soap my legs would often enough be sufficient to bring about another erection. This would cause us to turn on the shower and wash off the soap and move to"deflate"the erect shaft. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's shaft that got hard or by another nooky if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would sneak in a finger in my ass sometimes to enhance some part of our frolic or other, he refused to lie with me. I had never asked him to do it during the menses we were in a trio with genus Raja, but during the two years that Ajay and I were lovers I sometimes felt the desire to play bottom to that svelte slim organic structure and the straight cock with the cheeky pink top dog peeping from the prepuce. He always politely refused my requests. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his clapper to excite me. He would assume any position I asked him and allow me to fuck him in any way I wanted. He would suckle my prick and drink in all my cum. He would even earmark me to sop up him dry and unsay his creamy boy's ejaculate but he would never use his shaft to enter my ass. Of all the things I have done in my life and of all the gratification I have had, this is the one thing I always will regret not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the rain shower about 2 time of day after we had entered it. Many the times we came out of the bathroom with rampant pecker, but at that breaker point far too hungry to pay attention to further demands for sex. After genus Raja had departed from the threesome, the quality of our secret plan together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romanticistic and dedicated air. Never once in the two years we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any other boy to join in our game or to withdraw Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's friends who had become suspicious of our relationship and the nature and understanding behind his frequent sojourn to my house and when I had work in the plain stitch, the casual night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby city. Some were the son with whom Raja and Ajay had begun to search their sexuality. Others were male child who suspected the intimate joining between us and who would have liked to bring together in. Yet others were male child who I think, fancied Ajay and who were desperate to try to make him. Apparently some of the male child did approach him, telling him they"knew"what was going on between him and me and asking him either to have sex with them or for an introduction to me and for inclusion body in our games.
Some threatened him with exposure if he did not do what they asked or wanted. Some said they would inform his parents as to the actual grounds for his visits to me. While we played many biz and spent much of the solar day and Nox having cracking sex, I also took the trouble to teach him English and some former subjects. As his academic performance in school improved so dramatically after his affiliation with me his parents never suspected anything about our true kinship, and were always glad to let their son visit me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any other boy or boys nearer his own age and his reply brought me to the threshold of tears. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with Raja and some other son, after meeting me for the moment time, he had lost interest in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with Raja only because he had thought I had preferred rajah to him. Over the clip we had been a tercet, I had always shared my fondness equally between the two boy though it had been Ajay I had always preferred. Even though he had darker skin, he was by far the more attractive of the two and his body had more natural goodwill and beauty. Also his nature was far squeamish 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 turn to have teary eyes.
Ajay's slim body, good-looking rooster and easily penetrated ass were not just toy for me during the time we shared together. He had a quick and enquiring mind and learned easily all that I could teach him, not only in bed but about lifetime in world-wide. I taught him to interpret and write English almost as well as I could, coached him in maths, and early shoal subjects and made surely his education covered all the aspects of necessary to help him advance in schooltime as well as after that. Our kinship was based on sexual gratification in the beginning but soon moved to a different position. Our group meeting would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three days between them, consist of delirious crusade to progress to the others body, removing clothes as fast as possible and indulging in acts that brought about quick completion and ejaculation. rima oris applied to already tough cocks in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his clothes I would make him lie on his backbone with his branch at ear storey so his ass was exposed completely and run my spit from the base of his balls to this ass muddle a few times taking him almost to the gunpoint of spilling his seed, then would quickly enter his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. virtually of the prison term we would ejaculate simultaneously me inscrutable in his ass and he spraying his own pectus and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would start the more thoughtful stage of our beloved making where we sought to pleasure the other rather than indulging in instantaneous 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 other boy.

Ajay was 19 years and one day old when I met him and first had sex with him and Raja. He was 20 years and four month old when Raja left for Madras and we knew that soon he would discharge his schooling and would have to get going working also that his parents would be looking for a bride for him. We knew we had just a year or so to enjoy ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 age and four months old when the ending finally came. A workweek or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his grimace, once so smooth and unacquainted, with only the faintest tracings of down, had begun to show development, albeit delayed, of the typical midst Tamalian moustache. The panty hair's-breadth which had decorated his chin were now beginning to turn into coarse stubble that covered his impertinence as well. His feature, which had cashbox then retained a childish and clean-handed mold, now began to coarsen and age. Even his once luminous eyes began to dull.


His slender and boyish tool, with its rosy-cheeked knock chief peeping out of the foreskin was now more of a man's cock. His slim and hairless consistency had matured, developed muscleman and tracings of hair on chest of drawers and belly. The once scanty pubic hairsbreadth that was like sleek down, and with which I had loved to toy, was now a stocky woods of uncut scroll from which his shaft and testis emerged. The strip of hide from his lump to his ass hole, once quiet and hairless, a favourite path for my tongue, and the trouncing of which was a for certain fire way to excite and heat his passion, was now covered in pilus, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his marriage ceremony for the following auspicious day, about 5 months in the futurity. We knew that the time to function was drawing closer. The frequence of our lovemaking seemed to become further and further apart as the concluding day drew closer. We would spend far more prison term just talking or holding each other, instead of the usual frenzied sexual luxuria 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 encounter had been based on the lecherousness and desire we had felt for each other's bodies. Now as the shadow of his maturing dead body, changing appearance and his pending marriage fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.

Sometimes a boy passing on the road will trigger a memory board of those times and turn. I sometimes see a Edward Young boy and have to break off myself from calling out Ajay's name. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a matter of the past and something that ended a long time ago. Eventually we parted, without regret, without any bad feelings. We still assemble sometimes. But never refer to our past, the biz we played or the desires that sustained our family relationship for around the four days we had known each former intimately. Ajay's wife has produced only daughter. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he have allowed his son to bring down me.

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