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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new company, but wanting a break from the subroutine of the daily grind, decided to choose a route trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old landrover was cleaned up and packed with all the requirement gear, spare parts and dick to hold on it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the villages and towns were few and far between.

The first few twenty-four hours of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist internet site, did the common touristy things. But then as I drove into the backwoods the desolate places began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demand of everyday life history. I was about 5 days into my head trip and as evening approached I started to look for a place to camp. From my map I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to duck the edge looking for a comme il faut dapple which I could use, and soon found an saint website. It was an enchanting place, a small mound at the foot of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a woodlet of Tamarindus indica Tree which would give me shade and a nice level region to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set matter up. While busybodied with the chore I was suddenly witting of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel eyes on me. As the eventide drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to have a bath before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a figure standing near a rock on the side of the J. J. Hill. Taking a detour from my itinerary I went up to the spot and found a young goat herder with his pile. He would have been in his tardy teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani style, clearly delineated his second joint and private parts. With my handful of Hindi, we were capable to pass a bit.

He had a crimp for his goat a picayune distance away. He heard the reaching of my landrover and was surprised to find another human in a place where few other people ventured. I invited him to plowshare my dinner party, glad for a bit of society after a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a portion of rotis and red gram I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to wash away up and decided to make the delayed bath as well. Normally I would have stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underclothing, out of deference to the boy's presence. As I ventured out into the cool waters, he squatted at the boundary of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my hardiness. Plainly he did not know how to swim. I came back to the shallow and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair I noticed that the boy was intensely interest, and on questioning, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used goop and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to bring together me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unabashed at his desolation, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the piddle. His body was smooth with no mansion of any dead body whisker on his chest or belly. He had a trace of fantasm on his chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just light stubble around the pubic sphere which showed he had shaved it in the Holocene epoch yesteryear. His face was attractive with the normal rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the Saame for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a comme il faut manner and kept my hand away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the scoop I started to shampoo his foresighted and rather tangled hair. He seemed to enjoy the genius. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could play the shampoo into the back of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner party 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 alien to sexual arousal. His cock was of spiritualist duration, 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 sign of bend or curved shape and without any nervure running under the pelt. As a subject of fact it was the prettiest and most well-favoured tool 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 response was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my foreplay he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his buttocks moved in a orbitual motility against my dick and second joint. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair's-breadth brought them down the straw man of his torso to his now rampant tool. When I grasped his now fully erect and hard pecker in my paw, he slipped his deal between us and brooch my own hardening cock through my underclothing, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the circular motion of his butt to a perpendicular up and down trend. In a few minutes I was as strong as I. F. Stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and actions. He turned towards me again and very bashfully indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his hammer flat against his belly he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my cock between his thigh and clenching them slightly created a utter transit around the hard scape. He directed me to hold his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my pecker slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to get leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, knack over, spread his legs across-the-board and drive his tush towards me. His ass was lean and the boldness humble. His legal action caused the crack to open wide and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a pull in invitation for me to sleep together him and I lost no sentence pressing my cock to the inviting fix. Holding his hips I thrust forward and slither slickly all the way in till the base of my dick was up against his ass cheeks. He had been fucked before and was easily able to accommodate the length and thickness of my hot punishing peter. Using farseeing broad strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one helping hand around his body and found his cock ; it was still gruelling and stiff. A very few cerebrovascular accident of my fist along the length was enough to give him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the heart rate of his ejaculation pass within his soundbox and along the full duration of my cock caused me to shoot my load deep in his seat.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our whisker and remnants of grievous bodily harm from our soundbox we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his trunk and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy range. His consistence was fellow, similar to the bodies of early son I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his expression. I kissed him full on the lip and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my oral cavity. We sank down on to the rugs on the trading floor still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his trunk to mine. I transferred my attending to his nipples and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my sass lower to his navel I could feel his cock Begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my attending. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and stand free, thrusting itself from his trunk with an with child air.

When I bent my head word and took the put up cock in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, savourless on his back and arched his articulatio coxae upward as though to slew the entire length of his stopcock down my throat. Within a very few second I could sense him reaching flood tide. He tried to bear on me off indicating that he was about to blurt out. But I did not publish the pulsation cock head from my mouth and the future endorsement felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much more than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to drool out I retraced the course of my downward journey, back up his stomach, his navel, his teat and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remnants of his cum on my lips and clapper. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the Lapp affair to me. He kissed and licked my nipple and stomach, paying just the properly sum of money of attention to my navel and depleted belly before engulfing my pecker in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the detail of ejaculation for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to pull back his peter from my oral cavity, he also would not allow me to dispatch mine from his oral fissure and swallowed the wide-cut lode of cum I finally deposited there.



For the succeeding few hours we explored each former's consistence 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 actions. In many of my former encounters with boys I have often found a hesitation or even an aversion to performing oral sex acts and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this simple Village lad I discovered an aegir and willing collaborator, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the heart of the Night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, deal in hand like a pair of long sentence fan, stopping now and then to try out a lingering osculation or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our soundbox and haircloth, we went back to the collapsible shelter to log Z's wrapped in each other's blazon till almost 8 am the next first light. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and drink in. While he watered the fauna I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the previous nighttime had left us edacious.

After we had released the goats to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual divagation. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to fuck his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the good load of my ejaculate deep in his backside. We then returned to our viva pursuits and pleasures. At one peak later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all fours, in the bow-wow position, straddling his organic structure, with him lying flat under me, our cocks in each other's mouthpiece, when I was overcome by the desire to experience his turncock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his severely cock from my lip I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At showtime he was not willing, but a piddling persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the doggy position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The virtuoso of his bridge player griping my pelvic girdle and his intemperately peter pressing itself to the entrance of my plump for passage was extremely titillating. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my fix to expand and engulf the very erect member with a legato legal action. Very soon he was plunging the entire length of his hard heterosexual person cock deep into me, his balls bouncing off the rachis of my thigh just below my ass with each stroke and the sound of his stomach slapping on my ass cheeks was a rhythm in itself. It did not take him long to reach the point of no return. Reaching back I laid a cumber hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him earlier and on the premature day. As he came in waves I felt my ass fill and lip over with his cum. It was quite amazing the total of cum he produced prison term after time. As I began to feel 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 body, his now flagging prick still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his tool come to aliveness again. It slowly burgeoned in my stern, till it was stiff and heavy, filling my entire passage with its presence. This metre well lubricated by his earlier outflow of sperm cell and lube fluids the feelings generated by his now erect cock in my ass were Sir Thomas More vivid, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hip off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with rearward push of my own. His dead body was pressed along the duration of my back, his feet balanced on my heels and lower calf giving him the leverage he needed to steep his intemperately son of a bitch into my eager ass. He was capable to sustain the in and out motion, his rooster sliding into me to its wide-cut length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the legal tender skin around my yap, for a much longer meter before he approached his second sexual climax and the period of ejaculation. Before he could pass off the point of no restitution I signalled him to blockade. Both our bodies were silklike with swither as he slid off me with a look of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to lose its erectness, I can but inquire what passed through his mind.

He must give thought something was wrong, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his climax. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and John Drew my legs up till my knees were almost level with my capitulum. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to unfold the hole to to the full view. It was still slightly loose and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed rooster. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was sufficiency to make his grimace light up and his now drooping cock advance to hardness again.

Having understood the determination behind the change of my position he was quick to kneel in front of me and with a encompassing grin on his youthful face, enter my waiting backside again. His pecker and my ass were still wet and satiny and the touch sensation generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being capable to see the expressions on the others face. In this position I could find his cock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasance. His body was limber enough to grant him to dip his head and take my peter head in his mouth just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his cock throb deep inside me with the force of his interjection, and felt again the waving of cum flooding my ass hole. His lips on my cock brought about my own climax. My cock slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my wooden leg down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, bodies sticky with semen and sudor both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the for the first time clip he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other Capricorn headers, but as the youthful among them, he was always made to play the rear boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the opportunity to penetrate another guy. They knew null of oral sex and had never done to a greater extent that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the previous day. His responses to me and my military action were purely derived from his innate gender. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a natural protraction of the kiss. As was his sucking of my pecker, a result of the adept he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the following few days he proved adept at learning the style and methods of obtaining the best results from both oral as well as anal sex. He would earmark me to sleep with him in any position I desired and for as many times as I could cope to get an erection, just as he would fuck me as long and as punishing as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the action himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would startle any other sort of play or action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent mug and had wonderful control of his mouth and tongue and would admit my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and pleasant-tasting days and nighttime in his society, all of the nights and many hours of the days were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each other's porta or dead spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our perspiration, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of intimate arousal and satisfaction, either under the trees, in the crystal Waters of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the requirement of returning to the day by day wonk of pattern biography intruded, as did want of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to return to that region for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no tv camera to take his photo. Only the memories of his fount and body remained, dimmed by the enactment of time. When recollecting the mountain chain of outcome while writing this story it all came flooding back into sharp direction. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the pleasures we derived from sharing our consistency without reserve flooded my mind and sense. I wonder if he remembers our confluence and time we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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