1. Ajay’s Tale.


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: True Story, Boy, Gay, Mature, Author: Randygay, Rating: 70, Source: sexstories.com

    Ajay’s Tale. This the final and concluding to the Saga. I woke up from a deep sleep to feel a weight on my chest, something was brushing my lips and mouth and a hand was grasping my semi erect cock. None of these were strange or unfamiliar sensations. This was Ajay’s favourite way of waking me up in the morning. You have already heard the story of how I met Ajay and Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those times came to an end. This is now the story of the two years that I continued to enjoy Ajay’s company and his body. After Raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often come up the hill after school on a Friday evening and stay till Sunday afternoon. His favourite way of waking me up on Saturday and Sunday mornings, was to sit on my chest and holding his already hard cock in one hand, rub it on my lips and face. While doing that he would reach behind to grasp my cock with his other hand and using a pulsating grip, bring me to erection. Once I was full aroused and hard he would rise off my chest, squat over my cock and lower himself firmly on to my shaft till it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping motion he would then proceed to “ride” my cock till we both reached climax. Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping cock in one hand and balls in my other hand and start masturbating him. His body’s rhythms on my shaft would alert me to go faster or slower, the hand holding his balls would tell me how close to climaxing he was. We would ...
    synchronise our movements to come to an explosive and simultaneous ejaculation. My cock pumping my seed deep in his ass and he, spraying my face and chest, with his young boy’s cum. Of course every morning was not the same. There were mornings of extreme tenderness when soft kisses to lips and face would suffice, There were mornings when I would awake earlier than him [most of the time] and finding him sleeping spoon fashion in my arms, very slowly and gently enter 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 bathroom and have a bath together. Soaping each other’s bodies, removing all the dried crusts of the previous night’s emissions. Hands slippery with soap suds, delving deep in the crack of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing cock and balls in passing. Palms, fingers spread wide, roughly applying the soap to the back, would change action, to soft caresses when reaching the buttocks. My fingers, gently pulling back his foreskin, to soap the head of his cock. Or his breath, caressing my lower belly as he bent his body, or knelt before me to soap my legs would often enough be sufficient to bring about another erection. This would cause us to turn on the shower and wash off the soap and proceed to “deflate” the erect cock. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay’s cock that got hard or by another fuck if it was mine that had stood up. Though Ajay ...
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