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Ajay's Tale.


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


I woke up from a mysterious sleep to feel a weight on my chest of drawers, something was brushing my lips and mouth and a bridge player was grasping my semitrailer erect stopcock. None of these were strange or unfamiliar sensations. This was Ajay's favourite way of waking me up in the morning. You have already heard the story of how I met Ajay and Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those multiplication came to an end. This is now the account 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 Benny Hill after school on a Friday evening and stay till Sun afternoon. His favourite way of waking me up on Sat and Sunday good morning, was to sit on my chest and holding his already hard peter in one bridge player, rub it on my lips and face. While doing that he would reach behind to grasp my shaft with his other paw and using a pulsating grip, take me to erection. Once I was wide-cut wind up and hard he would climb up off my chest, diddly-shit over my cock and let down himself firmly on to my light beam money box it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping motion he would then move to"ride"my peter till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would spellbind his wildly flapping cock in one hand and ballock in my early paw and start masturbating him. His consistence's rhythm on my scape would alert me to go faster or slower, the hand holding his clump would tell me how stuffy to climaxing he was. We would contemporize our motion to follow to an explosive and simultaneous interjection. My cock pumping my germ deep in his ass and he, spraying my look and pectus, with his young boy's cum. Of course every morning was not the Lapplander. There were mornings of extreme tenderness when soft kisses to back talk and face would suffice, There were morn when I would awake other than him [ most of the clip ] and finding him sleeping spoon way in my weapon system, very slowly and gently record his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward movements to keep my cock hard, and let the pleasure of the star wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bath together. Soaping each early's bodies, removing all the dried freshness of the premature nighttime's emission. Hands slippery with Georgia home boy suds, delving deep in the cranny of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing pecker and glob in passing. palm tree, finger spread wide, roughly applying the goop to the backbone, would exchange action, to soft caresses when reaching the stern. My fingers, gently pulling back his foreskin, to lather the psyche of his cock. Or his breath, caressing my small belly as he bent his body, or knelt before me to soap my legs would often enough be sufficient to bring about another erecting. This would cause us to turn on the shower and lave off the soap and go on to"deflate"the set up peter. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's dick that got hard or by another fuck if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would put in a finger in my ass sometimes to enhance some persona of our free rein or other, he refused to have intercourse me. I had never asked him to do it during the period we were in a threesome with Raja, but during the two years that Ajay and I were lovers I sometimes felt the desire to take on bottom to that lithe slim body and the square tool with the cheeky pink drumhead peeping from the foreskin. He always politely refused my asking. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his tongue to rouse me. He would assume any position I asked him and allow me to love him in any way I wanted. He would suck my cock and drink all my cum. He would even admit me to imbibe him dry and bury his creamy boy's ejaculate but he would never use his putz to participate my ass. Of all the things I have done in my life and of all the gratification I have had, this is the one matter I always will rue not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the exhibitor about 2 time of day after we had entered it. Many the times we came out of the bathroom with rearing dick, but at that percentage point far too athirst to pay aid to encourage demands for sex. After raja had departed from the trio, the lineament of our games together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romantic and consecrated air. Never once in the two class we spent having sex with each early, did either of us consider inviting any other boy to connect in our games or to adopt Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's friends who had become suspicious of our kinship and the nature and intellect behind his sponsor sojourn to my family and when I had piece of work in the plains, the episodic night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby city. Some were the boys with whom raja and Ajay had begun to search their gender. Others were boy who suspected the sexual connector between us and who would have liked to bring together in. Yet others were boys who I think, fancied Ajay and who were desperate to try to score him. Apparently some of the boys did approach him, telling him they"knew"what was going on between him and me and asking him either to possess sex with them or for an introduction to me and for inclusion 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 intellect for his visits to me. While we played many games and spent much of the 24-hour interval and Night having great sex, I also took the trouble to teach him English and some other subjects. As his academician execution in schooltime improved so dramatically after his association with me his parents never suspected anything about our true kinship, and were always happy to let their son visit me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any other boy or boys dear his own age and his reply brought me to the verge of weeping. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with genus Raja and some other son, after meeting me for the second metre, he had lost involvement in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with Raja only because he had thought I had preferred genus Raja to him. Over the fourth dimension we had been a ternion, I had always shared my warmness equally between the two son 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 torso had more natural grace and beauty. Also his nature was far nicer than rajah'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 accept teary eyes.
Ajay's slim eubstance, bighearted cock and easily penetrated ass were not just playthings for me during the time we shared together. He had a quick and enquiring mind and learned easily all that I could instruct him, not only in bed but about sprightliness in oecumenical. I taught him to read and write English almost as well as I could, coached him in maths, and other school subjects and made sure his education covered all the panorama of necessary to help him set ahead in schooltime as well as after that. Our relationship was based on sexual gratification in the beginning but soon moved to a dissimilar position. Our meetings would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three days between them, consist of frantic efforts to reach the others eubstance, removing clothes as fast as possible and indulging in acts that brought about quick completion and ejaculation. rima oris applied to already hard cocks in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his wearing apparel I would get him lie on his back with his legs at ear storey so his ass was exposed completely and run my clapper from the radix of his balls to this ass yap a few prison term taking him almost to the item of spilling his seed, then would quickly accede his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. Most of the metre we would blunder simultaneously me inscrutable in his ass and he spraying his own chest and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would commence the more paying attention phase of our love making where we sought to pleasure the former rather than indulging in instant satisfaction. We were supremely message with each other, and during the two years we spent playing game and having fun, I never thought of any other boy.

Ajay was 19 long time and one day old when I met him and first had sex with him and Raja. He was 20 year and four months old when genus Raja left for Chennai and we knew that soon he would complete his school and would deliver to start working also that his parents would be looking for a St. Bridget for him. We knew we had just a twelvemonth or so to relish ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 years and four calendar month old when the ending finally came. A hebdomad or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his face, once so fluid and innocent, with only the faint-hearted tracings of down, had begun to designate maturation, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian mustache. The panty hairs which had decorated his chin were now beginning to turn into coarse stubble that covered his boldness as well. His feature article, which had till then retained a childish and free cast, now began to coarsen and grow. Even his once aglow eyes began to dull.


His slender and boyish peter, with its rosy pink promontory peeping out of the foreskin was now to a greater extent of a man's dick. His slim and hairless soundbox had matured, developed heftiness and trace of hair on thorax and belly. The once scanty pubic pilus that was like silklike down, and with which I had loved to play, was now a thick forest of fierce curls from which his cock and testicle emerged. The strip of skin from his balls to his ass hole, once smooth and hairless, a favourite path for my tongue, and the lacing of which was a surely fire way to excite and stir up his rage, was now covered in hairsbreadth, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his matrimony for the next auspicious day, about 5 month in the future. We knew that the time to component part was drawing closer. The frequency of our lovemaking seemed to become further and further apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far more time just talking or holding each other, instead of the common frenetic sexual lustfulness that had consumed us previously. Right up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a tradition. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthday with me ] our every encounter had been based on the lust and desire we had felt for each early's organic structure. Now as the shadow of his maturing trunk, changing coming into court and his pending marriage ceremony fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.

Sometimes a boy passing on the road will trigger a computer memory of those prison term and routine. I sometimes see a untried boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay's epithet. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a thing of the preceding and something that ended a long time ago. Eventually we parted, without ruefulness, without any bad touch. We still forgather 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 daughters. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he have allowed his son to chitchat me.

finis .