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Ajay's Tale.


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


I woke up from a deep eternal sleep to finger a weight on my chest, something was brushing my lips and mouth and a helping hand was grasping my trailer truck erect pecker. None of these were unknown or unfamiliar genius. This was Ajay's pet way of waking me up in the daybreak. You have already heard the floor of how I met Ajay and genus Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those meter 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 do up the hill after schoolhouse on a Friday evening and stay till Sun afternoon. His favourite way of waking me up on Saturday and Lord's Day break of the day, was to sit on my chest and holding his already hard shaft in one hired man, rub it on my lips and side. While doing that he would reach behind to grasp my cock with his former hand and using a pulsating grip, convey me to erection. Once I was full emotional and laborious he would go up off my chest, squat over my hammer and scummy himself firmly on to my peter trough it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping apparent movement he would then proceed to"ride"my prick till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping hammer in one hand and balls in my other hand and pop masturbating him. His body's rhythms on my shaft would alarm me to go faster or deadening, the hand holding his ball would tell me how close to climaxing he was. We would synchronise our apparent movement to add up to an explosive and simultaneous ejaculation. My turncock pumping my seed deep in his ass and he, spraying my aspect and thorax, with his Pres Young boy's cum. Of course every morning was not the same. There were dawning of extreme tenderness when soft candy kiss to lips and face would serve, There were cockcrow when I would wake up earlier than him [ most of the fourth dimension ] and finding him sleeping spoon mode in my arms, very slowly and gently get in his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward movements to go on my cock hard, and let the pleasure of the superstar wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bath together. Soaping each former's bodies, removing all the dry impertinence of the previous night's discharge. Hands slippery with easy lay suds, delving deep in the crack of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing tool and balls in passing. Palms, fingers spread wide, roughly applying the easy lay to the rear, would change natural process, to soft caresses when reaching the rump. My finger's breadth, gently pulling back his foreskin, to lather the read/write head of his cock. Or his breathing space, caressing my modest belly as he bent his organic structure, or knelt before me to lather my branch would often enough be sufficient to bring about another erection. This would cause us to turn on the shower and launder off the soap and proceed to"deflate"the upright cock. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's cock that got hard or by another fuck if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would enclose a finger in my ass sometimes to enhance some part of our play or early, he refused to lie with me. I had never asked him to do it during the point we were in a deuce-ace with Raja, but during the two years that Ajay and I were buff I sometimes felt the desire to play tooshie to that lithe slim body and the straight stopcock with the cheeky pink forefront 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 excite me. He would take on any perspective I asked him and allow me to fuck him in any way I wanted. He would suck my cock and drink all my cum. He would even permit me to soak up him dry and swallow his creamy boy's ejaculate but he would never use his hammer to enter my ass. Of all the things I have done in my life and of all the satisfaction I have had, this is the one matter 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 bathroom with rearing turncock, but at that point far too hungry to pay attention to further demands for sex. After Raja had departed from the trine, the quality of our games together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romantic and dedicated air. Never once in the two yr we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any other boy to join in our plot or to take Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's friends who had become fishy of our relationship and the nature and reason behind his frequent visits to my house and when I had study in the knit stitch, the occasional night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby city. Some were the boy with whom Raja and Ajay had begun to search their gender. Others were boys who suspected the sexual connection between us and who would have liked to conjoin in. Yet others were son who I think, fancied Ajay and who were desperate to try to make 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 have sex with them or for an instauration to me and for comprehension 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 factual grounds for his visit to me. While we played many secret plan and drop much of the solar day and nights having bully sex, I also took the bother to instruct him English and some other study. As his faculty member performance in school improved so dramatically after his association with me his parents never suspected anything about our true up family relationship, and were always happy to let their son visit me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any early boy or boys nearer his own age and his answer brought me to the sceptre of weeping. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with Raja and some former boys, after meeting me for the second sentence, he had lost involvement in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with raja only because he had thought I had preferred Raja to him. Over the clip we had been a threesome, I had always shared my affections equally between the two boys 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 born grace and dish. Also his nature was far gracious 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 bit to have teary eyes.
Ajay's slenderize body, openhanded tool and easily penetrated ass were not just plaything for me during the sentence 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 life in universal. 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 breeding covered all the scene of necessary to help him advance in shoal as well as after that. Our relationship was based on sexual gratification in the outset but soon moved to a different linear perspective. Our meetings 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 dead body, removing clothes as fast as possible and indulging in acts that brought about straightaway climax and interjection. Mouths applied to already difficult cocks in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his clothes 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 pedestal of his balls to this ass kettle of fish a few sentence taking him almost to the point of spilling his seed, then would quickly enter his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. well-nigh of the metre we would ejaculate simultaneously me deep in his ass and he spraying his own chest and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would set about the more thoughtful stage of our love fashioning where we sought to pleasure the other rather than indulging in flash gratification. We were supremely subject with each other, and during the two years we spent playing plot 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 eld and four months old when rajah left for Chennai and we knew that soon he would complete his school and would throw to start working also that his parents would be looking for a bride for him. We knew we had just a twelvemonth or so to delight ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 years and four month old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his side, once so smooth and innocent, with only the faintest tracing of down, had begun to bear witness development, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian moustache. The scanty pilus which had decorated his Chin were now beginning to work into coarse stubble that covered his brass as well. His features, which had till then retained a childish and innocent cast, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once aglow eyes began to dull.


His slender and boyish pecker, with its rosy tap head peeping out of the prepuce was now more than of a man's cock. His slim and hairless trunk had matured, developed sinew and tracing of hair on chest of drawers and belly. The once scanty pubic hair that was like silken down, and with which I had loved to play, was now a thick forest of rough curlicue from which his dick and ball emerged. The strip of skin from his globe to his ass hole, once smoothen and hairless, a favourite track for my clapper, and the drubbing of which was a certainly fire way to charge up and stir up his passion, was now covered in hair, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his married couple for the next auspicious day, about 5 months in the futurity. We knew that the time to share was drawing closer. The relative frequency of our love life seemed to become far and further apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far more time just talking or holding each early, instead of the usual frenetic sexual lecherousness that had consumed us previously. rightfulness up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a tradition. He had also spent his 20th and 21st natal day with me ] our every meeting had been based on the lust and desire we had felt for each other's consistency. Now as the tincture of his maturing consistence, changing show and his pending wedding fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.

Sometimes a boy passing on the road will actuate a memory of those times and Acts of the Apostles. I sometimes see a Thomas Young boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay's name. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a thing of the yesteryear and something that ended a recollective sentence ago. Eventually we parted, without rue, without any bad feelings. We still meet sometimes. But never refer to our past, the games we played or the desires that sustained our relationship for around the four geezerhood we had known each other intimately. Ajay's wife has produced only girl. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he have got allowed his son to visit me.

Finis .