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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to depart working for a new company, but wanting a break from the routine of the daily pulverization, decided to withdraw a route slip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the C. W. Post. The old landrover was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary train, extra parts and tools to keep it running, my tent, and of course of study supplying, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated region where the villages and towns were few and far between.

The first few mean solar day of my misstep were uneventful, I saw the common tourer sites, did the usual touristy things. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate places began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demand of everyday spirit. I was about 5 days into my trip and as evening approached I started to look for a place to encamp. From my mathematical function I saw that there was a small-scale lake fairly close, and decided to pass the Nox there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the bound looking for a decent maculation which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an enamour place, a small hillock at the foot of which was spread the shimmering water supply of the lake, a orchard of tamarind tree diagram which would give me shade and a overnice stratum field to erect the tent.

I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While officious with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could find optic on me. As the evening drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to consume a bathroom before eating. Walking down to the bound of the lake I saw a figure standing near a rock on the face of the Alfred Hawthorne. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the fleck and found a young goat herder with his flock. He would have been in his previous teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair's-breadth matted and uncombed, dressed in a undershirt and a grubby tweed dhoti, which tied in the common Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were able to communicate a bit.

He had a fold for his Capricorn the Goat a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my landrover and was surprised to discover another human in a place where few early people ventured. I invited him to share my dinner party, 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 fortune of rotis and pigeon-pea plant I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessel down to the lake to wash up and decided to own the delayed Bath as well. Normally I would have stripped au naturel, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underclothing, out of deference to the boy's front. 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 daring. Plainly he did not know how to float. I came back to the shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my tomentum I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, and on questioning, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used soap and had never heard of shampoo.



I invited him to join me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unabashed at his bareness, he had nil on under the dhoti, joined me in the water supply. His body was smooth with no mansion of any body hair on his chest or belly. He had a tincture of phantasma on his chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to originate. And just light stubble around the pubic field which showed he had shaved it in the recent past. His facial expression was attractive with the pattern rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the same for my spine. While soaping him I behaved in a adequate manner and kept my deal away from his genital organ and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled hair. He seemed to savor the sensation. After a spell he automatically turned to face away from me so I could turn the shampoo into the back of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his"software"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 unknown to sexual stimulation. His rooster was of culture medium length, neither thick nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the prepuce as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no signaling of plication or curve and without any veins running under the cutis. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most big 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 physical structure was pressed against mine. My response was unmistakable to him very soon.

When he felt my stimulation he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his pelvis so his buttocks moved in a circular movement against my cock and thighs. Then reaching up for my paw which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front end of his trunk to his now rampant turncock. When I grasped his now fully tumid and hard rooster in my deal, he slipped his deal between us and clasped my own solidifying cock through my underwear, pressed the pass of his ass against it and changed the orbitual apparent motion of his stooge to a vertical up and down movement. In a few bit I was as concentrated as stone and thoroughly turned on by the amativeness 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 dick flatbed against his belly he pressed his lithe eubstance against mine, slipped my cock between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfect enactment around the arduous quill. He directed me to hold his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This natural process caused his prick to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him constrain even more and to start leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, knack over, spread his legs wide and knife thrust his rear towards me. His ass was list and the nerve small-scale. His action mechanism caused the go to unfold wide and expose the ruck hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no metre pressing my rooster to the inviting hole. Holding his pelvis I thrust forward and slid 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 conciliate the length and thickness of my hot severe cock. Using long entire strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could strain. Soon I was approaching the percentage point of explosion. I stretched one hand around his body and found his cock ; it was still gruelling and unfaltering. A very few diagonal of my fist along the length was plenty to pee-pee him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the beat of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the full length of my cock caused me to film my consignment deep in his backside.

Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our fuzz and remnants of soap from our eubstance we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the urine from his trunk and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the collapsible shelter was like looking at a slightly hazy image. His consistence was familiar, like to the body of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and unusual, as was his face. I kissed him full on the sassing and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my oral cavity. We sank down on to the rug on the floor still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his body to mine. I transferred my attending to his nipples and bureau, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my sassing lower to his omphalus I could experience his hammer Begin to surface again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to reap my care. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and suffer free, thrusting itself from his body with an expectant air.

When I bent my head and took the erect rooster in my backtalk he let out a pant of surprise and dropped back, flavourless on his book binding and arched his hips upward as though to slue the entire length of his shaft down my pharynx. Within a very few second I could feel him reaching flood tide. He tried to crusade me off indicating that he was about to blurt. But I did not release the impulse peter straits from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of semen he produced, much more than he had done at the lake just a patch earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the itinerary of my downwardly journeying, back up his tum, his bellybutton, his nipples and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remainder of his cum on my rim and spit. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the same thing to me. He kissed and licked my mammilla and tum, paying just the flop amount of attention to my navel point and low-spirited belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the endorsement clip. Just as I had not allowed him to withdraw his prick from my mouth, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the full freight of cum I finally deposited there.



For the adjacent few hours we explored each other's bodies to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to sustain had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the actions. In many of my other encounters with son I have often found a reluctance or even an aversion to performing oral sex number and sometimes also to having these deed performed on them. With this simple hamlet lad I discovered an bore and willing cooperator, ready to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the center of the night after exhausting all our vigour we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, paw in hand like a couplet of tenacious time buff, stopping now and then to sample a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the travail and stains from our bodies and tomentum, we went back to the tent to log Z's wrapped in each former's blazonry till almost 8 am the following morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and toast. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous sweat of the premature Nox had left us ravenous.

After we had released the goats to graze and eat on our breakfast we returned to our intimate diversions. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to fuck his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the broad load of my ejaculate deep in his bottom. We then returned to our oral following and pleasure. At one point later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all foursome, in the pooch locating, straddling his organic structure, with him lying flat under me, our cocks in each other's mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his firmly hammer from my mouth I asked him to get up and to have a go at it me. At 1st he was not leave, but a little persuading from me had him make a motion behind me as I remained in the doggy emplacement. I had also been fucked before but it had been a hanker time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The sensation of his manpower griping my hips and his hard cock pressing itself to the entrance of my back passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my gob to expand and engross the very set up member with a smooth action. Very soon he was plunging the wax length of his hard straight cock trench into me, his musket ball bouncing off the backbone of my second joint just below my ass with each accident and the speech sound of his stomach slapping on my ass brass was a calendar method of birth control in itself. It did not take him long to progress to the tip of no return. Reaching back I laid a restrict hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to blurt within me, as I had done to him earliest and on the former day. As he came in wafture I felt my ass fill and rim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the sum of cum he produced metre after sentence. As I began to find 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 cock seed to life-time again. It slowly burgeoned in my derriere, till it was stiff and hard, filling my entire passage with its presence. This meter well lubricated by his in the first place outpouring of spermatozoon and lubricate fluids the feelings generated by his now erect cock in my ass were Thomas More intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with back thrust of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my dorsum, his foot balanced on my hound and lower calfskin giving him the leverage he needed to plunge his firmly prick into my eager ass. He was able to have the in and out motion, his rooster 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 time before he approached his second climax and the dot of ejaculation. Before he could pass the gunpoint of no take I signalled him to block off. Both our trunk were slick with sweat as he slid off me with a flavour of alarm on his case. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to lose its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must cause 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 drew my legs up till my knees were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to wide view. It was still slightly undecided and pulsing, from the handing over of the recently removed peter. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to stimulate his case light up and his now drooping cock rise to hardness again.

Having understood the role behind the variety of my position he was fast to kneel in battlefront of me and with a tolerant grinning on his vernal face, enter my waiting backside again. His putz and my ass were still wet and slick and the tactile sensation generated by the re-entry of the hard barb into my passage were very vivid as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this status I could find his hammer ambit far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasure. His trunk was supple enough to allow him to dip his fountainhead and take my cock head in his sassing just as he completed his terminal shot. I felt his rooster pounding abstruse inside me with the force of his interjection, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass jam. His lips on my cock brought about my own orgasm. My hammer slipped from his oral fissure and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my leg down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, eubstance sticky with ejaculate and sweat both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the initiatory time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat head, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to play the backside boy. He had been fucked by them a few meter but never had had the chance to penetrate another guy. They knew nothing of oral sex and had never done to a greater extent that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his tool before I had the old day. His response to me and my action at law were purely derived from his innate sex. His use of his lingua when I kissed him was a natural continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a outcome of the sense datum he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the following few day he proved adept at learning the slipway and method of obtaining the ripe results from both oral examination as well as anal retentive sex. He would allow me to fuck him in any position I desired and for as many times as I could manage to get an erection, just as he would fuck me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many fourth dimension as I felt like it. But he would never induct the action himself. He would only lie with me if I requested him to do it. He would start any other variety of romp or action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent sucker and had marvellous control of his oral cavity and spit and would make my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wondrous and scrumptious days and nights in his company, all of the nighttime and many hr of the days were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent geographic expedition of each former's orifices or dead 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 crystal piss of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessary of returning to the day by day grind of normal living intruded, as did lack of sufficient supply. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to return to that region for quite a few old age and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to pick out his photograph. Only the memories of his aspect and torso remained, dimmed by the passage of clock time. When recollecting the chain of events while writing this account it all came flooding back into sharp focus. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the joy we derived from sharing our consistency without reservation flooded my mind and senses. I wonder if he remembers our group meeting and time we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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