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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to set off working for a new company, but wanting a break from the routine of the casual grind, decided to contract a route trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary power train, extra parts and tools to keep it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated domain where the hamlet and towns were few and far between.

The foremost few days of my trip were uneventful, I saw the common tourer web site, did the usual touristy things. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate stead began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of everyday liveliness. I was about 5 daytime into my tripper and as evening approached I started to look for a station to camp out. From my maps I saw that there was a pocket-size lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a nice spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an delight place, a belittled hammock at the infantry of which was spread the shimmering amniotic fluid of the lake, a grove of tamarind Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree which would give me shade and a nice level area to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set matter up. While fussy with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel eyes on me. As the evening drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my repast for the dark and then decided to have a bath before eating. Walking down to the bound of the lake I saw a physical body standing near a rock on the English of the Alfred Hawthorne. Taking a detour from my way I went up to the spot and found a Young goat herder with his flock. He would have been in his late teen, 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 fashion, clearly delineated his thighs and genitals. With my handful of Hindi, we were able to communicate a bit.

He had a flock for his goats a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to regain another human in a lieu where few other people ventured. I invited him to contribution my dinner, glad for a bit of company 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 repast, I took the dirty watercraft down to the lake to moisten up and decided to have the delayed Bath as well. Normally I would let stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the cool water supply, he squatted at the edge of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my hardiness. Plainly he did not know how to drown. I came back to the shallow and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my whisker I noticed that the boy was intensely matter to, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used scoop and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to conjoin me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and undershirt and quite unabashed at his nakedness, he had nix on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His soundbox was smooth with no signboard of any body hair on his dresser or belly. He had a shadow of shadow on his Kuki and above his brim where his whiskers and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just light stubble around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the late past. His fount was attractive with the pattern rather keen Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to lather his torso and then asked him to do the same for my rachis. While soaping him I behaved in a decent manner and kept my hands away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled hair. He seemed to delight the wizard. After a piece he automatically turned to front away from me so I could work the shampoo into the rachis of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to turn erect. I had noticed his"software system"when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a Nice size. Now it was abundantly clear that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His pecker was of medium distance, neither thick nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no signaling of crook or curve and without any veins running under the peel. As a affair of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome cock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my fingers, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My reply was observable to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his keister moved in a circular motion against my pecker and thighs. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his torso to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully raise and hard cock in my hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasped my own hardening cock through my underclothes, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the broadsheet motion of his butt to a vertical up and down cause. In a few minute of arc I was as arduous as I. F. Stone and thoroughly turned on by the erotism of his comportment and activeness. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his turncock apartment against his venter he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my cock between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfect handing over around the heavy lance. He directed me to hold his ass and to start out moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water supply we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This activity caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to part leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, hang over, open his legs wide and push his stern towards me. His ass was incline and the boldness diminished. His action caused the tornado to open panoptic and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a cleared invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no time pressing my tool to the inviting hole. Holding his pelvis I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in till the nucleotide of my dick was up against his ass boldness. He had been fucked before and was easily able to accommodate the length and thickness of my hot hard cock. Using long full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the stage of blowup. I stretched one hand around his body and found his cock ; it was still hard and squiffy. A very few strokes of my fist along the length was decent to make him bulge out his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulsing of his ejaculation pass within his dead body and along the wide-cut length of my cock caused me to buck my load deep in his tooshie.

panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our whisker and remnants of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my collapsible shelter. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and haircloth. Seeing him in the dim and diffused fall inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy picture. His body was familiar, similar to the organic structure of other boy I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his side. I kissed him full phase of the moon on the brim and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my backtalk. We sank down on to the carpet on the floor still with backtalk locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his body to mine. I transferred my attention to his nipples and dresser, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my rima oris lower to his omphalos I could feel his pecker begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my care. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and digest free people, thrusting itself from his body with an expectant air.

When I bent my psyche and took the upright cock in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, flat on his back and arched his pelvis upward as though to slide the full duration of his cock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching orgasm. He tried to advertise me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not release the pulsing rooster head from my back talk and the adjacent second felt the salty, creamy cum implosion therapy in. He came in waving and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much Thomas 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 downwardly journey, back up his stomach, his navel, his nipples and finally to his sass. He showed no chasteness and eagerly tasted my back talk and the remnant of his cum on my sass and natural language. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat tire and commenced to do the same things to me. He kissed and licked my teat and tummy, paying just the right measure of care to my navel point and let down belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet sassing. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second fourth dimension. Just as I had not allowed him to call in his cock from my mouth, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his back talk and swallowed the wide load of cum I finally deposited there.



For the next few hr we explored each early's soundbox to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to have had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the natural action. In many of my other encounters with male child I have often found a reluctance or even an distaste 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 volition pardner, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the middle of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, hand in hand like a duad of tenacious meter devotee, stopping now and then to sample a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the perspiration and blot from our bodies and hair, we went back to the tent to log Z's wrapped in each other's sleeve till almost 8 am the next forenoon. We were roused only by the bleating of the caprine animal wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and drink. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the previous Nox had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to graze and eat up our breakfast we returned to our sexual deflexion. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to sleep together his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full encumbrance of my seminal fluid deep in his derriere. We then returned to our viva voce avocation and pleasures. At one point later in the day while indulging in a seance of 69, I was on all tetrad, in the doggy position, straddling his body, with him lying categorical under me, our rooster in each former's oral fissure, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his hard cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to jazz me. At first he was not unforced, but a little persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the pooch position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a farsighted time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The mavin of his hands griping my articulatio coxae and his hard cock pressing itself to the entry of my plunk for passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his physical structure as he was pushing forward with his dick caused my maw to thrive and plunge the very erect extremity with a tranquil activity. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his gruelling heterosexual person cock deep into me, his balls bouncing off the back of my thighs just below my ass with each stroke and the sound of his stomach slapping on my ass impertinence was a rhythm in itself. It did not select him long to reach the point of no homecoming. Reaching back I laid a confine hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him earliest and on the previous day. As he came in waves I felt my ass fill and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced meter after sentence. As I began to experience 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 eubstance, his now flagging peter still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock come to life sentence again. It slowly burgeoned in my tail, till it was stiff and voiceless, filling my entire passage with its presence. This sentence well lubricated by his originally outpouring of sperm and lubricating fluids the feelings generated by his now erect prick in my ass were Thomas More intense, the sliding action mechanism, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hip joint off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with half-witted thrusting of my own. His dead body was pressed along the length of my book binding, his feet balanced on my heels and down calfskin giving him the leverage he needed to soak up his hard prick into my bore ass. He was able-bodied to nourish the in and out motion, his hammer sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the tender skin around my hole, for a much longer meter before he approached his second climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could extend the breaker point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our soundbox were tricksy with sweat as he slid off me with a looking of consternation on his facial expression. As he squatted there with his dick beginning to fall behind its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must have thought something was wrong, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his orgasm. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and drew my branch up till my genu were almost story with my capitulum. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to full view. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passing 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 acclivity to hardness again.

Having understood the intent behind the change of my spatial relation he was quick to kneel in front man of me and with a broad grinning on his vernal aspect, enter my waiting backside again. His prick and my ass were still wet and sleek and the spirit generated by the re-entry of the intemperately shaft into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the locution on the others face. In this emplacement I could finger his cock grasp far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasure. His body was supple enough to allow him to dip his head and take my cock top dog in his mouth just as he completed his final slash. I felt his stopcock throb inscrutable inside me with the effect of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass cakehole. His lips on my cock brought about my own orgasm. My peter slipped from his sassing and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either side of meat of him we lay there completely spent, dead body sticky with ejaculate and sweat both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the first time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by early goat headers, but as the immature among them, he was always made to make for the rump boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the hazard to infiltrate another guy. They knew nothing of oral sex and had never done more than that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his pecker before I had the previous day. His reception to me and my action at law were purely derived from his innate sex. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a natural continuance of the osculation. As was his suction of my hammer, a result of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the following few days he proved adept at learning the manner and method acting of obtaining the sound consequence from both oral as well as anal retentive sex. He would take into account me to fuck him in any position I desired and for as many clock time as I could manage to get an hard-on, just as he would bang me as long and as laborious as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never originate the action himself. He would only do it me if I requested him to do it. He would get any former kind of maneuver or action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an perfervid sucker and had wonderful control of his oral cavity and glossa and would ingest my cock far deeper into his pharynx than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wondrous and delicious days and nights in his company, all of the dark and many hours of the day were passed, nude and tumescent, in torrid geographic expedition of each other's porta or utterly spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of sexual stimulation and gratification, either under the trees, in the watch crystal waters of the lake or in the confines of the collapsible shelter. Then the necessity of returning to the daily donkeywork of normal life intruded, as did lack of sufficient provision. Reluctantly we parted. I was not capable to return to that area for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no tv camera to submit his photo. Only the memories of his face and body remained, dimmed by the passage of time. When recollecting the chain of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into knifelike focussing. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the pleasures we derived from sharing our bodies without mental reservation flooded my mind and weed. I wonder if he remembers our confluence and fourth dimension we spent together and what he feels about it all.


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