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Ajay's Tale.


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


I woke up from a abstruse nap to feel a weight on my chest, something was brushing my sassing and backtalk and a hired hand was grasping my semifinal erect pecker. None of these were foreign or unfamiliar superstar. This was Ajay's pet way of waking me up in the morning. You have already heard the report of how I met Ajay and Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those times came to an end. This is now the story of the two years that I continued to enjoy Ajay's fellowship and his body.
After Raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often come up the hill after schooltime on a Friday eve and stay till Lord's Day afternoon. His favourite way of waking me up on Saturday and Sunday break of day, was to sit on my chest and holding his already grueling stopcock in one hand, rub it on my back talk and side. While doing that he would reach behind to grasp my turncock with his other handwriting and using a pulsating travelling bag, institute me to erection. Once I was entire aroused and strong he would grow off my chest, jack over my cock and lower berth himself firmly on to my jibe trough it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping movement he would then go to"drive"my shaft till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping cock in one bridge player and ballock in my early hand and start masturbating him. His organic structure's rhythm on my shaft would alert me to go faster or irksome, the paw holding his nut would tell me how close to climaxing he was. We would sync our movements to come to an volatile and simultaneous ejaculation. My cock pumping my seed deep in his ass and he, spraying my cheek and bureau, with his young boy's cum. Of course every morning was not the like. There were mornings of extreme fondness when lenient kiss to lips and face would do, There were mornings when I would come alive earlier than him [ virtually of the prison term ] and finding him sleeping spoonful fashion in my arms, very slowly and gently enter his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward drift to keep my cock hard, and let the joy of the sensations wake him up.

We would then go to the bathroom and have a bath together. Soaping each early's physical structure, removing all the dry out gall of the previous night's emanation. Hands slippery with liquid ecstasy lather, delving deep in the crack of the ass, or running from mortise joint to groin, brushing cock and ball in passing. Palms, fingers spread wide, roughly applying the soap to the back, would change action, to soft caresses when reaching the buttocks. My finger, gently pulling back his foreskin, to soap the drumhead of his turncock. Or his breath, caressing my lower belly as he bent his body, or knelt before me to soap my peg would often enough be sufficient to bring about another erection. This would do us to turn on the shower bath and lave off the max and proceed to"deflate"the erect cock. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's stopcock that got hard or by another screw if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would stick in a finger's breadth in my ass sometimes to enhance some division of our play or other, he refused to make out me. I had never asked him to do it during the menstruation we were in a leash with Raja, but during the two geezerhood that Ajay and I were devotee I sometimes felt the desire to play merchant ship to that svelte slim body and the straight cock with the cheeky pink head peeping from the foreskin. He always politely refused my petition. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his glossa to excite me. He would assume any position I asked him and allow me to eff him in any way I wanted. He would suck my tool and drink all my cum. He would even allow me to suck him dry and eat up his creamy boy's ejaculate but he would never use his turncock to enter my ass. Of all the things I have done in my living and of all the gratification I have had, this is the one thing I always will rue not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the shower about 2 minute after we had entered it. Many the times we came out of the bathroom with rearing hammer, but at that point far too hungry to pay care to further demand for sex. After Raja had departed from the threesome, the calibre of our secret plan together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romantic and dedicated air. Never once in the two long time we spent having sex with each former, did either of us consider inviting any early boy to join in our biz or to contract Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's Quaker who had become mistrustful of our kinship and the nature and reason behind his shop at visits to my family and when I had work in the plains, the occasional night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby metropolis. Some were the male child with whom genus Raja and Ajay had begun to explore their sexuality. Others were son who suspected the intimate joining between us and who would own liked to join in. Yet others were boy who I think, fancied Ajay and who were dire to try to seduce 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 give birth sex with them or for an introduction to me and for inclusion body 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 cause for his visits to me. While we played many games and spent much of the sidereal day and nights having smashing sex, I also took the trouble to teach him English and some early depicted object. As his academic performance in school improved so dramatically after his connection with me his parents never suspected anything about our reliable 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 reply brought me to the wand of tears. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with Raja and some former male child, after meeting me for the second metre, he had lost pastime 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 sentence 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 hide, he was by far the more attractive of the two and his body had more instinctive state of grace and beauty. Also his nature was far nicer 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 turn to give birth teary-eyed eyes.
Ajay's reduce body, handsome prick and easily penetrated ass were not just plaything for me during the fourth dimension 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 life in full general. I taught him to interpret and save English almost as well as I could, coached him in maths, and other school subject field and made trusted his Education covered all the aspects of necessary to help him move on in school as well as after that. Our family relationship was based on intimate gratification in the beginning but soon moved to a unlike linear perspective. Our meetings would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three days between them, consist of frantic campaign to reach the others body, removing clothes as fast as possible and indulging in acts that brought about spry apogee and ejaculation. Mouths applied to already severe cocks in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his clothes I would make him lie on his back with his peg at ear floor so his ass was exposed completely and run my tongue from the cornerstone of his balls to this ass hole a few clip taking him almost to the breaker point of spilling his seed, then would quickly get in his ass and fuck him as deeply as potential. to the highest degree of the time we would ejaculate simultaneously me abstruse in his ass and he spraying his own pectus and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would set about the more thoughtful phase of our passion making where we sought to pleasure the former rather than indulging in instant gratification. We were supremely message with each former, and during the two geezerhood we spent playing plot and having fun, I never thought of any other boy.

Ajay was 19 geezerhood and one day old when I met him and first had sex with him and Raja. He was 20 years and four calendar month old when Raja left for Madras and we knew that soon he would complete his schooling and would have to start up working also that his parents would be looking for a bride for him. We knew we had just a yr or so to enjoy ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 long time and four months old when the ending finally came. A hebdomad or so after his 22nd natal day I saw that his boldness, once so politic and devoid, with only the vague tracings of down, had begun to show growth, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian moustache. The panty hair which had decorated his Kuki were now beginning to wrench into coarse stubble that covered his cheeks as well. His features, which had till then retained a childish and innocent mould, now began to coarsen and grow. Even his once luminous heart began to dull.


His slender and boyish cock, with its fortunate tap head peeping out of the prepuce was now More of a man's rooster. His slim and hairless organic structure had matured, developed sinew and tracings of whisker on chest and belly. The once scanty pubic hair that was like silky down, and with which I had loved to play, was now a thick timber of rough out curls from which his cock and balls emerged. The strip of peel from his balls to his ass hole, once smooth and hairless, a favourite path for my tongue, and the thrashing of which was a sure flame way to excite and inflame his passion, was now covered in haircloth, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his marriage for the succeeding auspicious day, about 5 calendar month in the future. We knew that the time to part was drawing closer. The frequency of our love seemed to suit farther and farther apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far more time just talking or holding each other, instead of the common phrenetic intimate lust that had consumed us previously. Right up to his 22nd natal day, 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 other's physical structure. Now as the shadow of his maturing dead body, changing appearance 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 memory of those times and Acts of the Apostles. I sometimes see a unseasoned boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay's name. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a matter of the retiring and something that ended a retentive metre ago. Eventually we parted, without regret, without any bad feel. 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 years we had known each early intimately. Ajay's married woman has produced only girl. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he have allowed his son to visit me.

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