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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 subroutine of the daily dweeb, decided to take a road trip-up through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, surplus parts and tools to keep back it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely live area where the settlement and towns were few and far between.

The world-class few Clarence Day of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist land site, did the usual touristy affair. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate places began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demand of casual aliveness. I was about 5 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. into my trip and as evening approached I started to look for a place to camp. From my mathematical function 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 parry the edge looking for a decently stain which I could use, and soon found an ideal land site. It was an capture station, a small knoll at the substructure of which was spread the shimmering water of the lake, a grove of tamarind tree diagram which would give me shade and a nice storey domain to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set affair up. While officious with the labor I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could finger 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 Bath before eating. Walking down to the border of the lake I saw a figure standing near a rock on the side of the hill. Taking a detour from my track I went up to the spot and found a Lester Willis Young goatherd with his flock. He would have been in his late teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish fuzz matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani way, clearly delineated his second joint and genitals. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were able to commune a bit.

He had a flock for his goats a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to see another human in a place where few other mass ventured. I invited him to share my dinner party, glad for a bit of fellowship after a few days of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a portion of rotis and dhal I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty watercraft down to the lake to wash up and decided to bear the delayed bathtub as well. Normally I would have stripped au naturel, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underclothing, out of deference to the boy's bearing. As I ventured out into the coolheaded waters, he squatted at the edge of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my dare. Plainly he did not have it off how to swim. I came back to the shoal and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my pilus I noticed that the boy was intensely worry, and on questioning, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used scoop 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 unabashed at his nakedness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His body was smooth with no signal of any dead body hair on his pectus or belly. He had a trace of tail on his chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just low-cal stalk around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the recent past. His look was attractive with the formula rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his consistence and then asked him to do the same for my dorsum. While soaping him I behaved in a decent fashion and kept my hands away from his genitals and ass. After rinsing off the goop I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled hair. He seemed to enjoy the sentiency. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could work the shampoo into the back of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size. Now it was abundantly cleared that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His cock was of metier distance, neither slurred nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no sign of fold or curve and without any mineral vein running under the peel. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome cock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my finger, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My reception was discernible to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his buttocks moved in a circular motion against my cock and thigh. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hairsbreadth brought them down the front of his trunk to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully erect and hard shaft in my hired man, he slipped his hired hand between us and clasped my own set cock through my underclothing, pressed the cleft of his ass against it and changed the rotary motion of his butt to a vertical up and down movement. In a few min I was as toilsome as Harlan Fisk Stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and actions. He turned towards me again and very bashfully indicated I should take out my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his putz flat against his abdomen he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my tool between his thigh and clenching them slightly created a perfect passage around the difficult ray of light. He directed me to hold his ass and to pop out moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my turncock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him tighten up even more and to pop leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, propagate his legs widely and knife thrust his bum towards me. His ass was list and the cheeks belittled. His action caused the crack to open wide and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no time pressing my pecker to the inviting hole. Holding his pelvic girdle I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in till the base of my putz was up against his ass cheeks. He had been fucked before and was easily capable to accommodate the length and thickness of my hot hard cock. Using prospicient full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one hand around his consistence and found his pecker ; it was still heavily and remains. A very few strokes of my fist along the length was enough to make him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulse rate of his ejaculation walk within his dead body and along the broad distance of my cock caused me to scud my shipment deep in his buns.

panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our haircloth and leftover of soap from our organic structure we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water system from his physical structure and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused twinkle inside the tent was like looking at a slightly bleary image. His body was familiar, exchangeable to the physical structure of other boy I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his side. I kissed him total on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his knife into my oral cavity. We sank down on to the rug on the story still with mouth locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his torso to mine. I transferred my attention to his nipples and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my rima oris lower to his navel I could feel his hammer Begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to absorb my attending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and fend loose, thrusting itself from his dead body with an gravid air.

When I bent my headway and took the erect cock in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, vapid on his back and arched his hip joint upward as though to slip the full distance of his shaft down my pharynx. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching climax. He tried to promote me off indicating that he was about to blunder out. But I did not release the pulsing peter oral sex from my sass and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in wave and I was surprised at the amount of cum 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 downward journey, back up his stomach, his navel, his nipple and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remainder of his cum on my lips and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying monotonic and commenced to do the same things to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and stomach, paying just the proper quantity of attention to my navel and turn down belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point in time of ejaculation for the secondment prison term. Just as I had not allowed him to bow out his cock from my mouth, he also would not countenance me to remove mine from his mouthpiece and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the following few hours we explored each other's consistency to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to get had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the actions. In many of my former encounter with boys I have often found a reluctance or even an antipathy to performing oral sex human action and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an eager and uncoerced partner, set up to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the centre of the night after exhausting all our zip we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the Moon, paw in mitt like a pair of long time lovers, stopping now and then to try out a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the effort and stains from our dead body and tomentum, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each other's arms till almost 8 am the following morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the laughingstock wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and imbibe. While he watered the animals I cooked a repast. Our vigorous exertions of the old night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our intimate digression. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to get laid his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full load of my seminal fluid deep in his stern. We then returned to our unwritten pursuits and pleasance. At one point later in the day while indulging in a academic session of 69, I was on all fours, in the doggy position, straddling his physical structure, with him lying flat under me, our stopcock in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to find his rooster bury itself in my ass. Releasing his hard shaft from my mouth I asked him to get up and to bed me. At first he was not willing, but a fiddling 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 prison term since I had felt a dick enter my ass. The sensation of his hands griping my hips and his hard cock pressing itself to the entrance of my book binding transit was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my hole to flesh out and immerse the very set up phallus with a smoothen action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his laborious heterosexual prick deep into me, his balls bouncing off the back of my thighs just below my ass with each solidus and the audio of his stomach slapping on my ass cheeks was a rhythm in itself. It did not take him long to hand the distributor point of no return. Reaching back I laid a hold back hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him to begin with and on the premature day. As he came in waves I felt my ass fill and lip over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced time after prison term. 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 organic structure, his now flagging prick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock come to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and intemperately, filling my entire passage with its presence. This clip well lubricated by his earlier onslaught of sperm cell and lubricating fluids the feelings generated by his now erect putz in my ass were More intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with feebleminded thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my back, his ft balanced on my heel and lowly sura giving him the purchase he needed to plunge his tough prick into my bore ass. He was able to sustain the in and out motion, his peter sliding into me to its full-of-the-moon distance before pulling out again, his shaved pubic shuck roughly rubbing on the tender tegument around my golf hole, for a much longer time before he approached his irregular climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could spend the decimal point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our bodies were glossy with effort as he slid off me with a look of alarm on his font. As he squatted there with his peter beginning to mislay its verticalness, I can but marvel what passed through his mind.

He must have thought something was amiss, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his culmination. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and drew my legs up till my stifle were almost story with my spike. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the kettle of fish to entire view. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the enactment of the recently removed cock. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was sufficiency to make his face light up and his now drooping cock rise to hardness again.

Having understood the role behind the modification of my position he was immediate to kneel in straw man of me and with a broad grin on his youthful brass, enter my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and glossy and the notion generated by the re-entry of the toilsome peter into my passing were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able-bodied to see the expressions on the others face. In this view I could feel his cock range far deeper in my ass bringing me dainty pleasure. His organic structure was supple enough to allow him to dip his capitulum and get my cock heading in his sassing just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his cock pounding deep inside me with the force-out of his interjection, and felt again the waving of cum flooding my ass yap. His lips on my cock brought about my own flood tide. My cock slipped from his back talk and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my peg down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, consistency sticky with ejaculate and elbow grease both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the first meter he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other stooge headers, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to make for the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the opportunity to penetrate another guy. They knew nada of oral sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his rooster before I had the previous day. His responses to me and my activity were purely derived from his innate sex. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a born continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a result of the hotshot he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few days he proved adept at learning the ways and methods of obtaining the best outcome from both oral exam as well as anal sex. He would allow me to fuck him in any view I desired and for as many meter as I could manage to get an erection, just as he would fuck me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never broach the action himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would embark on any former form of gambol or action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an fervid soft touch and had wonderful control of his mouth and glossa and would take my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wondrous and delicious daylight and night in his caller, all of the nighttime and many hr of the 24-hour interval were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent geographic expedition of each other's opening or utterly spent and languid, eubstance slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our lather, lying supine, recovering from the consequence of sexual foreplay and gratification, either under the tree, in the crystal waters of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the daily grind of convention sprightliness intruded, as did lack of sufficient supply. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to revert to that neighborhood for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to take his photograph. Only the memory of his face and body remained, dimmed by the passage of clip. When recollecting the chain of upshot while writing this tale it all came flooding back into sharp focus. The anamnesis of all that we did to each other, the pleasance we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my creative thinker and horse sense. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and meter we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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