1. Ajay’s Tale.


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

    turn into coarse stubble that covered his cheeks as well. His features, which had till then retained a childish and innocent cast, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once luminous eyes began to dull. His slender and boyish cock, with its rosy pink head peeping out of the foreskin was now more of a man’s cock. His slim and hairless body had matured, developed muscles and tracings of hair on chest and belly. The once scanty pubic hair that was like silky down, and with which I had loved to play, was now a thick forest of rough curls from which his cock and balls emerged. The strip of skin from his balls to his ass hole, once smooth and hairless, a favourite path for my tongue, and the licking of which was a sure fire way to excite and inflame his passion, was now covered in hair, and no longer inviting. His parents had fixed his marriage for the next auspicious day, about 5 months in the future. We knew that the time to part was drawing closer. The frequency of our lovemaking seemed to become further and further apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far more time just talking or ...
    holding each other, instead of the usual frenetic sexual lust that had consumed us previously. Right up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [It had become a tradition. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthdays with me] our every meeting had been based on the lust and desire we had felt for each other’s bodies. Now as the shadow of his maturing body, changing appearance and his pending marriage fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending. Sometimes a boy passing on the road will trigger a memory of those times and acts. I sometimes see a young boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay’s name. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a thing of the past and something that ended a long time ago. Eventually we parted, without regret, without any bad feelings. We still meet sometimes. But never refer to our past, the games we played or the desires that sustained our relationship for around the four years we had known each other intimately. Ajay’s wife has produced only daughters. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he have allowed his son to visit me. Finis.
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