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Ajay's Tale.


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


I woke up from a recondite sleep to palpate a weight on my pectus, something was brushing my lips and mouth and a hand was grasping my semitrailer erect cock. None of these were strange or unfamiliar wizard. This was Ajay's best-loved way of waking me up in the forenoon. You have already heard the story of how I met Ajay and genus Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those sentence came to an end. This is now the history of the two years that I continued to delight Ajay's society and his organic structure.
After genus Raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often come up the Hill after school on a Friday evening and stay till Sunday afternoon. His preferent way of waking me up on Saturday and Dominicus mornings, was to sit on my chest and holding his already hard shaft in one script, rub it on my brim and face. While doing that he would make behind to savvy my cock with his other hand and using a pulsating grip, work me to erection. Once I was wax horny and hard he would rise off my pectus, squat over my cock and lower himself firmly on to my spear till it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping apparent movement he would then proceed to"drive"my cock till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping turncock in one deal and balls in my other hand and startle masturbating him. His body's calendar method on my shaft would alert me to go faster or slower, the hand holding his orchis would tell me how close to climaxing he was. We would synchronise our move to come to an explosive and co-occurrent ejaculation. My cock pumping my come deep in his ass and he, spraying my face and chest, with his Thomas Young boy's cum. Of course every first light was not the same. There were sunup of extreme softheartedness when soft kiss to lips and grimace would suffice, There were daybreak when I would awake originally than him [ nigh of the time ] and finding him sleeping spoonful mode in my arms, very slowly and gently put down his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward movements to keep my cock hard, and let the pleasure of the sensations wake him up.

We would then go to the can and have a bath together. Soaping each other's trunk, removing all the dried crust of the former night's emissions. Hands slippy with soap suds, delving deep in the crack of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing cock and bollock in passing. Palms, fingers spread all-embracing, roughly applying the easy lay to the book binding, would deepen action, to piano caresses when reaching the fundament. My finger, gently pulling back his foreskin, to lather the head of his shaft. Or his hint, caressing my lower belly as he bent his physical structure, or knelt before me to soap my peg would often enough be sufficient to wreak about another hard-on. This would get us to wrench on the shower and moisten off the soap and proceed to"deflate"the rear dick. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay's cock that got hard or by another fucking if it was mine that had stood up.


Though Ajay would insert a digit in my ass sometimes to enhance some theatrical role of our play or other, he refused to have a go at it me. I had never asked him to do it during the period we were in a threesome with Raja, but during the two geezerhood that Ajay and I were lovers I sometimes felt the desire to play bottom to that lithe slim consistence and the square cock with the cheeky pink head peeping from the foreskin. He always politely turn down my postulation. 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 positioning I asked him and appropriate me to fuck him in any way I wanted. He would suck my cock and drink all my cum. He would even allow me to suck him dry and eat up his creamy boy's come but he would never use his cock to enter my ass. Of all the things I have done in my lifespan and of all the satisfaction I have had, this is the one thing I always will regret not experiencing.

We would often only emerge from the rain shower about 2 hours after we had entered it. Many the times we came out of the toilet with rampant turncock, but at that degree far too hungry to pay attention to further need for sex. After Raja had departed from the threesome, the calibre of our games together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romantic and dedicated air. Never once in the two age we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any other boy to join in our plot or to subscribe to Raja's place.

There were many of Ajay's champion who had become suspicious of our relationship and the nature and reason behind his frequent visits to my house 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 boy who suspected the sexual joining between us and who would have liked to connect in. Yet others were boy who I think, fancied Ajay and who were desperate 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 actual reason for his visits to me. While we played many plot and worn-out much of the years and nights having great sex, I also took the difficulty to teach him English language and some other subjects. As his academic performance in school improved so dramatically after his association with me his parents never suspected anything about our straight human relationship, and were always happy to let their son visit me.



I once asked Ajay if he fancied any other boy or boys close his own age and his reply brought me to the verge of tears. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with Raja and some other boy, after meeting me for the second base sentence, he had lost interestingness in having sex with anyone else. He had continued"playing"with rajah only because he had thought I had preferred Raja to him. Over the meter we had been a threesome, I had always shared my heart equally between the two son though it had been Ajay I had always preferred. Even though he had darker peel, he was by far the more attractive of the two and his body had more natural grace of God 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 have watery-eyed eyes.
Ajay's reduce body, openhanded cock and easily penetrated ass were not just toy for me during the clock time we shared together. He had a quick and enquiring brain and learned easily all that I could teach him, not only in bed but about lifespan in ecumenical. I taught him to read and write English almost as well as I could, coached him in math, and other school bailiwick and made trusted his education covered all the aspects of necessary to help him shape up in school day as well as after that. Our relationship was based on sexual gratification in the beginning but soon moved to a different linear perspective. Our meeting would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three mean solar day between them, consist of frantic efforts to reach the others organic structure, removing clothes as fast as possible and indulging in Acts of the Apostles that brought about quick culmination and ejaculation. backtalk applied to already hard shaft in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his dress I would make him lie on his back with his pegleg at ear tier so his ass was exposed completely and run my lingua from the base of his balls to this ass mess a few times taking him almost to the point of spilling his seed, then would quickly enter his ass and fuck him as deeply as potential. Most of the time we would ejaculate simultaneously me abstruse in his ass and he spraying his own thorax and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would set about the more thoughtful phase of our love qualification where we sought to pleasure the early rather than indulging in instant gratification. We were supremely message with each other, and during the two years 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 make out his schooling and would hold to start working also that his parents would be looking for a St. Bride for him. We knew we had just a year or so to enjoy ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 days and four month old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his nerve, once so smooth and impeccant, with only the vague tracing of down, had begun to show growth, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian mustache. The scanty hairs which had decorated his Kuki were now beginning to turn into common stubble that covered his boldness as well. His features, which had till then retained a infantile and guiltless cast, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once luminous centre began to dull.


His slender and boyish dick, with its flushed ping headland peeping out of the prepuce was now to a greater extent of a man's dick. His slim and hairless eubstance had matured, developed muscles and tracings of haircloth on thorax and belly. The once scanty pubic hair that was like silky down, and with which I had loved to spiel, was now a thick forest of jumpy Robert F. Curl from which his cock and orchis emerged. The strip of tegument from his balls to his ass hole, once legato and hairless, a favourite path for my tongue, and the licking of which was a surely fire way to excite and inflame his passion, was now covered in hair, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his marriage for the next auspicious day, about 5 month in the hereafter. We knew that the clock time to piece was drawing closer. The frequency of our lovemaking seemed to become further and further apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far More time just talking or holding each other, instead of the usual frenetic sexual lust that had consumed us previously. right up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [ It had become a custom. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthdays with me ] our every meeting had been based on the lust and desire we had felt for each former's organic structure. Now as the shadow of his maturing body, 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 acts. I sometimes see a young boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay's figure. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a thing of the past tense and something that ended a yearn time ago. Eventually we parted, without regret, without any bad touch sensation. We still contact sometimes. But never refer to our past, the secret plan we played or the desires that sustained our kinship for around the four years we had known each other intimately. Ajay's wife has produced only daughters. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he throw allowed his son to chat me.

finis .