1. Rajasthani Interlude


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: True Story, Boy, Gay, Mature, Author: Randygay, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    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 routine of the daily grind, decided to take a road trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, spare parts and tools to keep 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 days 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 demands of everyday life. I was about 5 days into my trip and as evening approached I started to look for a place to camp. From my maps 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 skirt the edge looking for a decent spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an enchanting place, a small hillock at the foot of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a grove of tamarind trees which would give me shade and a nice level area to erect the tent. I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While busy with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel eyes 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 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 spot and found a young goatherd with his flock. He would have been in his late 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 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 goats a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to find another human in a place where few other people ventured. I invited him to share my dinner, 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 portion of rotis and dhal I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to wash 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 underwear, out of deference to the boy’s presence. As I ventured out into the cool waters, he squatted at the edge of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to swim. I came back to the shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to ...
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