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RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to take off working for a new company, but wanting a break from the number of the day-by-day grind, decided to take a road trip through the desert of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, plain section and tools to keep it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated orbit where the small town and towns were few and far between.

The first few daylight of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist 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 unremarkable sprightliness. I was about 5 twenty-four hours into my head trip and as evening approached I started to front for a place to camp down. From my mapping 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 fudge the boundary looking for a enough spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an capture place, a small-scale hammock at the animal foot of which was spread the shimmering amniotic fluid of the lake, a grove of tamarind tree which would give me shadow and a nice level country to erect the tent.

I parked the landrover and began to set matter up. While meddlesome with the task I was suddenly witting of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel heart on me. As the eve drew on so did the notion that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the Nox 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 hill. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the office and found a Lester Willis Young goatherd with his flock. 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-hot dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thighs and genitals. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were capable to communicate a bit.

He had a fold for his goats a piddling distance away. He heard the reaching of my jeep and was surprised to find another human in a space where few former people ventured. I invited him to share my dinner, gladiola for a bit of companionship after a few days of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a destiny of rotis and catjang pea I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vas down to the lake to rinse up and decided to have 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 bound of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my hardiness. Plainly he did not acknowledge how to float. I came back to the shoal and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair's-breadth I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used Georgia home boy 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 unembarrassed at his nakedness, he had null on under the dhoti, joined me in the piss. His body was smooth with no polarity of any body haircloth on his dresser or belly. He had a trace of apparition on his chin and above his sassing where his byssus and moustache were just beginning to acquire. And just light husk around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the Recent epoch past. His face was attractive with the normal rather sharp Rajasthani features.

I first helped him to lather his body and then asked him to do the same for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a enough manner and prevent my hands away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his prospicient and rather tangled hair. He seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could work on the shampoo into the back of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to suit raise. I had noticed his"package"when we were having dinner party and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a gracious size. Now it was abundantly clear that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no alien to sexual arousal. His dick 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 sign of bend dexter or curved shape and without any mineral vein running under the pelt. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most well-favoured cock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my fingerbreadth, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My answer was evident to him very soon.

When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his buttocks moved in a rotary motion against my cock and second joint. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the forepart of his body to his now rampant rooster. When I grasped his now fully vertical and hard cock in my helping hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasp my own hardening hammer through my underwear, pressed the gap of his ass against it and changed the broadside motion of his buttocks to a vertical up and down drive. In a few minutes I was as hard as rock and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and natural process. He turned towards me again and very timidly indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flatcar against his belly he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my cock between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfect passage around the hard pecker. He directed me to support his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the body of water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action mechanism caused his cock to rub up and down on my venter and very soon I felt him tighten up even more and to pop leaking pre cum.



He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, circulate his legs wide and driving force his backside towards me. His ass was lean and the boldness small. His action mechanism caused the crack to open wide and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a light invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no fourth dimension pressing my rooster to the inviting golf hole. Holding his hips I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in boulder clay the base of my cock was up against his ass face. He had been fucked before and was easily able-bodied to lodge the length and thickness of my hot hard cock. Using farsighted full stroking I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of blowup. I stretched one handwriting around his body and found his cock ; it was still hard and stiff. A very few virgule of my clenched fist along the length was enough to work him commence his own interjection. Feeling the pulsing of his ejaculation fling within his torso and along the full duration of my cock caused me to scoot my payload deep in his backside.

trousering, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of soap from our soundbox we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His body was associate, similar to the bodies of early boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him full on the sass and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my mouth. We sank down on to the carpeting on the level 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 tending to his nipples and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his belly button I could feel his prick Begin to arise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my aid. I eased away from him and allowed it to rebound up and bear exempt, thrusting itself from his body with an anticipant air.

When I bent my head and took the raise cock in my lip he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, bland on his spine and arched his hips upward as though to slew the full length of his tool down my throat. Within a very few arcminute I could experience him reaching culmination. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to blunder. But I did not let go the pulsing dick head from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the sum of money of semen he produced, much more than 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 downward journeying, back up his stomach, his umbilicus, his nipples and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my sass and the leftover of his cum on my lips and knife. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying vapid and commenced to do the like affair to me. He kissed and licked my teat and stomach, paying just the right amount of attention to my navel and gloomy belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to withdraw his cock from my mouth, he also would not give up me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the full encumbrance of cum I finally deposited there.



For the future few hours we explored each other's torso to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to feature 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 brush with boy I have often found a disinclination or even an aversion to performing oral sex act and sometimes also to having these enactment performed on them. With this simpleton village lad I discovered an eager and willing pardner, cook to do and try everything and anything.

Sometime in the midsection 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 pair of long meter lovers, stopping now and then to try out a lingering buss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the travail and stains from our torso and haircloth, we went back to the collapsible shelter to sleep wrapped in each other's arms till almost 8 am the next dayspring. We were roused only by the bleating of the butt wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and drink. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous effort of the former night had left us ravenous.

After we had released the Goat to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our intimate deflexion. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to fuck his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full load of my ejaculate oceanic abyss in his rear end. We then returned to our oral pursuit and joy. At one peak later in the day while indulging in a academic term of 69, I was on all Little Joe, in the barker post, straddling his physical 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 arduous cock from my sass I asked him to get up and to jazz me. At first he was not bequeath, but a piffling persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the doggie attitude. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The wizard of his hired man griping my articulatio coxae and his firmly cock pressing itself to the entrance of my back handing over was extremely titillating. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my hole to expand and engulf the very erect member with a smooth natural action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his hard heterosexual cock deep into me, his globe bouncing off the back of my second joint just below my ass with each slash and the sound of his belly slapping on my ass cheeks was a round in itself. It did not accept him long to hit the point of no income tax return. Reaching back I laid a restraining hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to blunder within me, as I had done to him former and on the previous day. As he came in waves I felt my ass filling and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the sum of cum he produced metre 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 eubstance, his now flagging peter still inside my wet ass.


As I had known it would, I soon felt his rooster come to lifespan again. It slowly burgeoned in my buttocks, till it was corpse and hard, filling my entire passageway with its presence. This time well lubricated by his earlier outpouring of sperm cell and lubricating 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 poke of my own. His torso was pressed along the distance of my back, his groundwork balanced on my heels and lowly sura giving him the leverage he needed to plunge his hard cock into my eager ass. He was able to sustain the in and out apparent motion, his peter sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the cutter skin around my kettle of fish, for a much longer time before he approached his 2nd climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could go past the stage of no income tax return I signalled him to stop. Both our bodies were silky with lather as he slid off me with a look of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to mislay its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.

He must ingest thought something was faulty, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his climax. He looked well-nigh crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my vertebral column and drew my legs up till my stifle were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to afford the hole to full scene. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to urinate his face light up and his now drooping cock rise to hardness again.

Having understood the purpose behind the modification of my position he was agile to kneel in front of me and with a unsubtle grin on his vernal face, accede my waiting backside again. His putz and my ass were still wet and glib and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this position I could feel his cock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasure. His body was slender enough to earmark him to dip his head and aim my prick head in his sass just as he completed his terminal stroke. I felt his pecker throb late inside me with the force of his interjection, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass gob. His brim on my dick brought about my own climax. My cock slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either side of him we lay there completely spent, eubstance sticky with cum and stew both satisfied to the core.





Later I learnt from him that that was the offset time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat headers, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to play the nates boy. He had been fucked by them a few metre but never had had the chance to get across another guy. They knew nix of oral sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his peter before I had the previous day. His reception to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate gender. His use of his knife when I kissed him was a raw continuation of the candy kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a result of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the following few days he proved adept at learning the ways and method acting of obtaining the upright solution from both viva voce as well as anal sex. He would allow me to screw him in any place I desired and for as many times as I could manage to get an hard-on, just as he would fuck me as long and as strong as I wanted and as many multiplication as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the action at law himself. He would only bang me if I requested him to do it. He would initiate any other sort of shimmer or action without falter but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an torrid fool and had marvelous ascendence of his mouth and tongue and would contain my prick far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.



I spent 5 wonderful and delicious days and nighttime in his fellowship, all of the nights and many hour of the day were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each other's orifices or utterly spent and languid, consistence slick and slippery with the fluids of interjection mixed with our effort, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of sexual arousal and gratification, 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 daily pulverization of convention spirit intruded, as did lack of sufficient provision. 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 photographic camera to take his photograph. Only the memories of his face and body remained, dimmed by the transition of time. When recollecting the chain of events while writing this history it all came flooding back into sharp focus. The anamnesis of all that we did to each former, the pleasures we derived from sharing our bodies without qualification flooded my mind and senses. I wonder if he remembers our coming together and prison term we spent together and what he feels about it all.


Finis.


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