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Ajay's Tale.


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


I woke up from a deep sleep to feel a weighting on my pectus, something was brushing my lips and lip and a hand was grasping my semi erect cock. 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 rajah. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those clock time came to an end. This is now the tale of the two class that I continued to enjoy Ajay's company and his consistence.
After genus Raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often get along up the hill after school on a Friday evening and stick till Sunday afternoon. His favored way of waking me up on Saturday and Dominicus mornings, was to sit on my chest and holding his already hard cock in one hand, rub it on my lips and face. While doing that he would strain behind to grasp my cock with his other hand and using a pulsating traveling bag, bring me to erection. Once I was wax horny and hard he would rise off my chest, diddly-squat over my cock and lower himself firmly on to my shaft cashbox it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping motion he would then go on to"ride"my cock till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping stopcock in one manus and balls in my other handwriting and start masturbating him. His body's rhythms on my light beam would alert me to go faster or slower, the mitt holding his Lucille Ball would secern me how confining to climaxing he was. We would sync our apparent movement to number to an volatile and simultaneous ejaculation. My shaft pumping my germ trench in his ass and he, spraying my facial expression and chest, with his Loretta Young boy's cum. Of path every morning was not the same. There were sunrise of extreme tenderness when soft buss to lips and grimace would do, There were good morning when I would awake before than him [ almost of the sentence ] and finding him sleeping spoonful fashion in my arm, very slowly and gently enter his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward motion to maintain my putz hard, and let the delight of the whiz wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bath together. Soaping each early's bodies, removing all the dry out crusts of the previous night's emissions. Hands tricky with soap suds, delving deep in the gap of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing dick and glob in passing. Palms, finger's breadth spread all-inclusive, roughly applying the soap to the backrest, would change action, to soft caresses when reaching the keister. My fingers, gently pulling back his foreskin, to soap the nous of his cock. Or his hint, caressing my lower belly as he bent his eubstance, or knelt before me to soap my legs would often enough be sufficient to bring about another erecting. This would induce us to turn on the shower and wash off the soap and continue to"deflate"the erect cock. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's prick that got hard or by another screw if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would insert a fingerbreadth in my ass sometimes to enhance some part of our play or former, he refused to fuck me. I had never asked him to do it during the menses we were in a tercet with Raja, but during the two class that Ajay and I were lovers I sometimes felt the desire to flirt prat to that lithe slim dead body and the neat cock with the cheeky pink drumhead peeping from the foreskin. 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 tongue to excite me. He would assume any position I asked him and allow me to bed him in any way I wanted. He would give suck my cock and drink all my cum. He would even allow me to suck him dry and swallow his creamy boy's seed but he would never use his cock to accede 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 repent 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 can with rearing tool, but at that item far too hungry to pay attention to boost demand for sex. After Raja had departed from the troika, the quality of our biz together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romantic and dedicated air. Never once in the two class we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any other boy to unite in our games or to hold Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's booster who had become shady of our relationship and the nature and reason behind his shop at visits to my sign of the zodiac and when I had work in the plains, the occasional 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 sexuality. Others were boys who suspected the sexual connection between us and who would have liked to join in. Yet others were son who I think, fancied Ajay and who were despairing to try to seduce 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 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 existent reason for his sojourn to me. While we played many game and expend much of the twenty-four hours and night having great sex, I also took the trouble to teach him English and some former subjects. As his academic functioning in shoal improved so dramatically after his association with me his parents never suspected anything about our true family relationship, and were always happy to let their son visit me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any other boy or boys nearer his own age and his response brought me to the verge of crying. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with raja and some other boy, after meeting me for the second fourth dimension, he had lost interest in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with genus Raja only because he had thought I had preferred Raja to him. Over the meter we had been a three, 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 pelt, he was by far the more attractive of the two and his body had more cancel grace of God and beaut. Also his nature was far nice 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 tour to have teary eyes.
Ajay's slim body, handsome cock and easily penetrated ass were not just playthings for me during the time we shared together. He had a quick and enquiring creative thinker and learned easily all that I could teach him, not only in bed but about lifetime in full general. I taught him to read and spell English language almost as well as I could, coached him in maths, and other school subjects and made sure his teaching covered all the aspects of necessity to avail him advance in school as well as after that. Our family relationship was based on sexual gratification in the beginning but soon moved to a dissimilar perspective. Our meeting would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three days between them, consist of delirious efforts to reach the others soundbox, removing dress as fast as possible and indulging in acts that brought about warm culmination and ejaculation. Mouths applied to already hard pecker in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his apparel I would make him lie on his back with his legs at ear level so his ass was exposed completely and run my tongue from the fundament of his balls to this ass hole a few times taking him almost to the distributor point of spilling his seeded player, then would quickly enter his ass and fuck him as deeply as potential. Most of the clock time we would blunder simultaneously me trench in his ass and he spraying his own thorax and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would start the more paying attention phase of our honey making where we sought to pleasure the other rather than indulging in blink of an eye gratification. We were supremely content with each early, and during the two age 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 months old when Raja left for Chennai and we knew that soon he would fill in his schooling and would have to embark on working also that his parents would be looking for a bride for him. We knew we had just a year or so to savor ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 years and four calendar month old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his human face, once so smooth and innocent, with only the faintest tracings of down, had begun to show development, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian moustache. The pantie fuzz which had decorated his Kuki-Chin were now beginning to turn into coarse stubble that covered his cheeks as well. His lineament, which had till then retained a childish and unacquainted cast, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once luminous eyes began to dull.


His slender and schoolboyish pecker, with its flushed pink head peeping out of the foreskin was now more of a man's cock. His slim and hairless body had matured, developed muscles and tracing of hairsbreadth on chest and belly. The once scanty pubic hair that was like silky down, and with which I had loved to wreak, was now a thick woodland of rough Robert F. Curl from which his cock and balls emerged. The strip show of tegument from his balls to his ass gob, once quiet and hairless, a favourite path for my clapper, and the licking of which was a indisputable flaming way to excite and stir up his passion, was now covered in haircloth, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his marriage ceremony for the next auspicious day, about 5 calendar month in the future. We knew that the meter to part was drawing closer. The oftenness of our lovemaking seemed to get advance and boost apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far more clip just talking or holding each other, instead of the usual frenetic sexual lust that had consumed us previously. right wing up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a tradition. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthdays with me ] our every get together had been based on the lust and desire we had felt for each early's bodies. Now as the shadow of his maturing organic structure, 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 of those times and number. I sometimes see a new boy and have to intercept myself from calling out Ajay's epithet. Have to cue myself that Ajay is a thing of the past and something that ended a long time ago. Eventually we parted, without regret, without any bad flavor. We still foregather sometimes. But never refer to our past, the game we played or the desires that sustained our kinship for around the four year 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 visit me.

Finis .