Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2020 08:54:15 +0200
From: Gary Morgan <gorm4571@mail.com>
Subject: A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 11

A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 11

21

Saturday

I woke about 8am, not surprising after last evening's late night.  I went
down to breakfast and, on the way back, I saw Kamran with his luggage,
checking out.  I went over to say hello and he was delighted to see me.  He
had rung my room to say goodbye and had been disappointed that I was not
there.  His taxi was about to arrive but he reminded me of his invitation
to visit him in Lahore.  I felt strongly that I would really like to see
him again.  I liked him very much.

Back in my room, I had some time to kill and checked my phone for messages
and caught up with my online correspondence.  I implied I was doing lots of
lovely sightseeing.  I didn't think anyone I knew would like to hear what I
had really been doing!

At 10 o'clock, Zain phoned and asked if he could visit me.  When he
arrived, he apologised about last night but said I had won a heart.  I told
Zain that I liked Kamran very much, too, and hoped to see him again some
day.

'I wish I had seen him fuck you', said Zain, romantically.

He asked if we could have just a quick fuck. There was plenty of time
before I was due to meet Arif.  I really enjoyed having sex with Zain but I
hoped we would have a chance to do it again with plenty of time instead of
rushed like this.  I took my clothes off quickly while he stripped as well.
He asked me to suck him a little and then he pulled a chair over and got me
to bend over it and hold on to the armrests.  I handed him my lube and he
pushed his cock up into me and fucked strongly.  He took very little time
to cum and it felt so good squirting into me.  He pulled out, wiped his
cock with a hand towel in the bathroom and said he would see me later
tonight.

After he left, I had a quick clean up and another shower and there was
still plenty of time before Arif's expected arrival.

Arif was already at the front entrance when I came down 5 minutes before he
was expected.  He had his car with him today.  When we got to his car, I
saw that his uncle, Nadeem, was waiting in it.  He greeted me effusively
and I was pleased to see him again.

'We will do some unusual things today like nothing you have done before.
You must trust us, ok?' said Arif.  Well, I was off into the unknown again!

We drove for about 30 minutes through heavy traffic and stopped in a
heavily built up area of old houses with dangerous-looking tangles of
electricity wires overhead.  Again, Arif paid some children to watch his
car and we started walking through a maze of passageways between the
buildings.  They were too narrow for a car.

We walked for about 10 minutes.  It was very crowded with people going
about their business, so our progress was slow.  We stopped for a coffee at
a street stall and Arif explained where we were going.

'I look for men you will find interesting and different here', he said.  'I
asked Nadeem and he suggested we visit his friend Samir.  I don't know him
but I have seen his photo'.

'I am sure you have not met anyone like him', said Nadeem, smiling.  'You
will have good fun, I promise'.  Now my heart was thumping!

A few minutes more walking and Nadeem led us into the hallway of an old and
shabby apartment building.  Children were playing noisily on the stairs
with a ball.

We walked through the dark hallway alongside the stairs and Nadeem knocked
on a door towards the back.  The door opened and an elderly man wearing a
turban appeared. So, this was Samir?  Nadeem introduced me to him.  He
looked older than he probably was and his weather-beaten face betrayed a
life in the sun.  However, he was not unattractive due to his piercing
eyes, neat beard and snowy white turban.  Nadeem was right - I had never
met anyone who looked this exotic and I felt a great sense of anticipation.

He ushered us into his small, neat room that looked like just a place to
sleep. There was only one window and it was heavily curtained.  The
overhead light was switched on.  It had an ornately decorated but dusty
cover which cast a warm glow over the room.  Apart from the single bed,
there were two chairs and a small table and a couple of cupboards attached
to the wall.  A few clothes hung on hooks and there was an electric
hotplate on the table.  Four people in this room was a tight squeeze.

Samir shook my hand warmly and said, 'Welcome, you will have tea.' in
accented English.  It was more a statement than a question and I nodded.
He pointed to the chairs and the bed and we sat down.

He had water in an old kettle and put it on the hotplate and set it to
boil.  While he got some mugs and a teapot out of one of the cupboards, he
spoke to Arif and Nadeem in Urdu.  They smiled and Samir chuckled.

Arif turned to me and said, 'he thinks you must be a very naughty man and
he is hoping he is right.'

I laughed at that and I said 'Yes, very naughty just for you'.

Samir chuckled again and, spooning tea from a tin into the teapot, he
waited until the kettle boiled and made the tea.

Samir sat on the bed next to Nadeem and, while we drank, he asked about my
work back home.  He spoke English well enough but I had to keep my replies
simple as he occasionally had difficulty understanding.  Arif translated
for him then.  It was good to be able to communicate with him and he made
me feel more relaxed.

When we finished the tea, he spoke to Nadeem and Arif briefly in Urdu.
Arif turned to me and explained that Samir had asked if he could fuck me
without a condom.  When I nodded, Samir rubbed his hands together gleefully
like a child and gave me a huge smile.  He spoke to Arif again.

'He wants you to undress now and show him your body', said Arif.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, I stood up and took my shirt off.  Samir took
it from me and, standing up, reached over and hung it up neatly on a spare
hook. Then I took off my shoes and socks and then my trousers and he hung
those up as well.  Still standing, he muttered encouraging noises and
indicated that I should turn around.

'Nice', he said, 'so nice.'

He reached out and ran his hand over my ass and then he pulled my
underpants down and I stepped out of them and turned around.  He had my
underpants in his hands and he found the crotch and sniffed it deeply,
sighed and hung them up with my other clothes.

He groped at my hardening cock and felt my balls.  His touch was tender but
his hands were quite rough from hard work.  He turned me around and pulled
my ass cheeks open and fingered my hole gently, muttering to himself the
whole time.  Then he crouched down and stuck his tongue into my hole and
sucked and licked it greedily.  I looked at Arif, who smiled back at me,
obviously enjoying the scene before him.  Nadeem was smiling as always and
watching intently.

Samir turned me around and sucked my cock and licked my balls.  Then he
stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.  His chest was only
moderately hairy and he was still in good shape for his age although his
skin looked leathery from constant sun exposure.  Then he pulled his pants
and underpants down in one go and exposed a very large, hard cock.  It
would have been close to 9 inches long and thick.  Arif's eyebrows shot up
and so did mine.

Samir indicated I should suck it and I got down on my knees and did so.
There was a lot of precum dripping out of it and it tasted very sweet.  I
enjoyed sucking him while exploring his balls with my hand and running my
fingers through a surprising amount of hair on his belly and around his
cock.  His ass was quite hairy, too. He was moaning a lot as I sucked him,
so I seemed to doing it right for him.

Then he indicated that Nadeem should move to the chair I had vacated and he
got me to lie down on the bed on my back.  He positioned me so that my ass
was right at the bottom edge of the bed and he lifted my legs. He spat
saliva onto my hole, rubbed it in and ate my ass some more.  Every time he
stopped, he spat more saliva onto my hole and pushed it up inside with his
finger.

He did this several times and then stood up, lifted my legs back hard
against my body and pushed his cock gently into the hole.  It went in
surprisingly easy because of the amount of saliva he had pushed in there
and he got about half of it in in one thrust.  He closed his eyes and
groaned and then pushed a bit more.  It was quite thick and the stretching
of my ass was very exciting.

He pulled his cock right out, crouched down and, still holding my legs
back, spat on my hole and then sucked it some more.  He was an excellent
ass eater!  Then he stood up, spat on his hand again, rubbed it onto his
cock and stuck it back into my hole.  This time he got in right up to his
balls in one thrust, which took my breath away.  As he started to move
inside me, he closed his eyes, groaned and arched his back.  Then he leaned
forward and pushed my legs back further so that his face was directly above
mine.  He looked so hot in his turban, staring at me intensely as he thrust
his cock steadily in and out.

I could just see over my legs that Arif had moved his chair so that he was
in the best position to see me being penetrated.  The back view was clearly
his favourite!  Nadeem had moved from the chair and was standing by the
table, watching from a side angle and, as always, smiling like a doting
grandfather approving of what I was doing!

Samir fucked for about five minutes and then pulled out and licked my ass
again.  He kept this up for about 20 minutes - fucking and licking, fucking
and licking and never varying his speed.  I had got used to his size by
then and was really enjoying this great, deep fucking he was giving me.

A short time later and without warning he stopped fucking but kept on
staring at me.  I realized he was quietly cumming and I could feel it
happening strongly deep in my ass.

He then smiled and pulled out.  He pulled my hole open and showed it to
Nadeem.

'Much sperms, yes?' said Samir.

Nadeem had a look and a probe with his fingers and agreed.  Arif had to
have a good look, too.

Samir offered my ass to Nadeem who eagerly pulled his pants down, and
holding his shirt up and out of the way, rammed his cock up me and pumped
hard, producing a quick and hot load.

Then I got up off the bed and Samir handed me a wet cloth that seemed to
have liquid soap rubbed on to it.  I used it to clean up as best I could.
We left shortly afterwards.  Samir hugged me and gave me a quick kiss on my
forehead, the only time in our encounter that he kissed me.

When we got back to Arif's car, the children were still there watching it.
Arif gave them some more money and they ran off.  We drove to a restaurant
and had lunch in a pleasant courtyard with a tinkling fountain.  I was
quite hungry.  Before the meal arrived I went to their toilet and managed a
good wash with warm water and soap, drying off with paper towels.

To be continued....

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