Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2020 06:50:07 +0200
From: Gary Morgan <gorm4571@mail.com>
Subject: A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 22

A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 22

Monday evening

[Thanks to Arif, I'd had an amazing morning and afternoon of virtually
continual sex to make my final day in Karachi very memorable.  Now, there
was just the final evening to go and Zain had made sure it would be a great
one, too!

32

I checked the time when I got back to my room.  It was 6.45pm.  I had a
much- needed shower and a bit of a lie down and then dressed in fresh
clothes to go down to dinner.  I was just going out the door when the room
phone rang.  It was Zain.

'Your last evening', he said. 'I have arranged some special fun'.  He
explained that he had another businessman staying who would love to meet
me.  I wondered if he had been shown my photo?  After the spectacular black
Egyptian guy, Mered, and the super-hairy and very hot Pakistani from
Lahore, Kamran, I was certainly happy to meet anyone he suggested!

'Come to the lobby at 9 o'clock', he said, 'and we will meet him'.  Then he
hung up.  I went down to dinner where the service was quick and I was back
in my room by 8.15.  I wrote up my diary and read my book until 8.55pm.

I went down to the lobby and waited for Zain. There was no sign of him as
yet so I sat on one of the comfortable bench seats in the lobby facing the
elevators.  It was quite busy and it was fun doing a bit of people watching
and trying to guess where they had all come from.  Standing by a large
potted palm was a very handsome grey-haired man with a black moustache.  He
caught my eye as I was looking at him and I looked quickly away.  Sneaking
another look at him a few moments later, I thought he seemed to be staring
at me again, too, so I got out my phone and pretended to be busy with it.

After 10 minutes, the elevator doors opened and Zain appeared.  He spotted
me and came over, apologising for being late.  Then he looked around as if
searching for someone else.  He excused himself and went over to the hot
man standing by the palm and brought him back to meet me.  So this was my
date!

He was fiftyish, with a handsome, friendly face, sexy black moustache and
he looked quite fit.  We shook hands and Zain introduced him as Jalal from
London.  'I thought it must be you when I saw you sitting there', he said
in perfect un-accented English, 'but when you looked away, I was
disappointed that maybe it wasn't you.'  I was glad to hear that!

Zain took us back to the elevators and I assumed we would go up to Jalal's
room, but instead we went down to the carpark.  When we were seated in his
car, Zain explained that his friend, Ali, who I had met earlier in the
week, also had a visitor staying at his hotel who was looking for group
fun, so we were going to Ali's hotel to meet him.

It was a twenty minute drive to Ali's hotel which was about the same size
as the hotel I was staying at.  Zain parked in the hotel's basement carpark
and we went up in the elevator to the reception desk.  Ali suddenly
appeared in the doorway of an office behind the desk and came over to us.

He just had a couple of things to finish with his work, he explained, and
suggested we go into the bar and have a drink.  The plush bar was designed
as a Tudor-style old English pub with such a low ceiling and dark beams
that even I worried I might hit my head.

Settling into a booth, we ordered our drinks from the waiter - coffees for
Zain and I and Jalal asked for a mineral water.  Jalal excused himself and
went to the toilet.

While he was gone, Zain told me that Jalal was a frequent visitor from
London who preferred older guys and especially enjoyed group fucking them
with another top guy.  Luckily, Ali had another guy staying with a similar
interest.  Zain had played with Jalal before but Ali's guest was unknown to
him.

'You will enjoy Jalal', said Zain.  'He is a very hot man'.

Jalal returned just as our drinks arrived.  He told me that his parents
were originally from Pakistan but he had been born in London.  He was back
here on business and would fly to Rawalpindi the next day to visit
relatives.  He was curious to know all about me but, shortly after I
started to answer his questions, Ali appeared and sat with us while we
finished our drinks.

He explained that the man we were to meet was Habib who was here on
business from Islamabad.  Ali had shown him my photo (!) and he was very
keen to meet.  We would go up to his room when we had finished our drinks.

We took the elevator up to Habib's room.  Once again, I thought, I was on
my way to be fucked by a total stranger I had never seen before, not even a
photo.  I felt the excitement mounting.

Ali knocked on the door of Habib's room and it was opened by an imposingly
tall, bearded man with brown hair and similar eyes to the Afghans I had met
yesterday.  On looks alone, I was quite happy to play with him!  He invited
us in and shut the door.  Ali introduced him and we all shook hands.  We
sat down and Habib offered us drinks from the minibar but we all declined.
Habib spoke quite good English.

He and Jalal conversed for a few moments and then Habib asked me about my
life back home.  His eyes seemed to be studying me intensely as I spoke.
There was strength in his voice that was very masculine and almost
intimidating.  I wondered if he would be that strong and intense in bed.

He suddenly put his hand on my knee.  'You will let all of us fuck you?' he
asked.  'I think you are too nice'.  I wasn't sure how to reply to that, so
I nodded.

'Zain can tell you how much I like to be fucked', I replied.

I wasn't expecting him to pipe up but Zain said, 'Yes, I have seen him
fucked by many men'.  Well, he was trying to be helpful, I suppose!  Habib
looked at us all and smiled.

'Then I think we should start,' said Habib.  He stood up and started
undressing and so did the rest of us.

Naked, Jalal looked very gym-fit.  He had obviously looked after his body
all his life.  He was only lightly hairy and his cock, already hard, was
about seven inches with a big head on it.  Habib was incredibly hairy from
his neck down to his feet and his cock was big, about seven and a half
inches, and thick.

He sat up against the pillows on the bed and invited me to suck him.  While
I licked the big head of his cock, Jalal moved in and, pulling my cheeks
open, started licking my asshole.  Zain and Ali sat on either side of the
bed, reaching underneath me and playing with my nipples and my cock and
balls.  All this action made me as hard as a rock.

Habib grabbed my head and pulled it down onto his cock, forcing it as deep
into my mouth as possible.  It was thick enough to not go in very far.  He
released me just as I felt I would gag on it.  I was a bit wary that he
would do it again as I continued sucking him but he only did it that one
time.

Then he stood up and got me to turn around and suck Jalal while he ate my
ass, quite roughly but it really felt good.  His moustache and whiskers
were prickly, adding to the sensation.  Jalal's cock was leaking precum and
he groaned when I sucked it.  At one point, he stiffened and withdrew
slightly.  I eased off sucking him so strongly as I think he had suddenly
got close to cumming.

'Sixty nine with me', commanded Habib, and got underneath me.  I put my
cock in his mouth and sucked as deep as I could.  He was deep-throating me
from underneath.  Both Zain and Ali seemed content for the moment to just
sit on the bed and stroke their cocks.  Jalal was crouched down facing me
and enjoying the view of me with Habib's cock halfway down my throat.

Then Habib slipped out from under me and asked Zain and Ali to suck my cock
together.  I lay down on my back and Zain and Ali alternated sucking me and
jerking my cock as well.  I was feeling very aroused already and really had
to concentrate on not cumming.  It felt wonderful, especially Zain who
seemed to have found my most sensitive spot just under the head of my cock.
Ali lifted my legs and licked my ass while Zain kept sucking my cock.  It
was getting harder and harder not to cum.

'I need to fuck him now', said Habib and, as Zain and Ali got out of the
way, he flipped me over, got me up on my knees and pushed my head down.  I
felt lube being put on my hole and then his thick cock was shoved into my
ass right up to his balls, making me gasp.  He had his feet either side of
mine and was bending over me riding me high and he started fucking me hard.

The view from behind would have been spectacular and I could see Jalal in
the mirror watching the view intently and stroking.  Habib certainly fucked
hard but it wasn't hurting and I kept my ass as relaxed as possible while
he was doing it.  Occasionally he would pause for breath and I squeezed his
cock tightly with my ass muscles, making him groan.  Jalal took the
opportunity to have a feel around my stretched open hole whenever Habib
paused.  Zain and Ali were watching and stroking, too.

'Are you OK?' panted Habib.  I nodded. 'You want to see me fuck him rough?'
he asked the others.  Before they could reply, he pulled me over onto my
left side, lifted my right leg and pounded me as hard as he could go.  It's
a good position for strong fucking and I felt fine with it but it certainly
was ROUGH!!

It didn't take long for him to start breathing heavily and then with a loud
groan, he blew his load deep inside me.  He rested for a moment and I
started to move as I was slightly uncomfortable in the way I was lying

'Don't move', he said, gripping my shoulder, so I froze.  We stayed locked
in that position with his cock still hard right up inside me.  His
breathing eased off and we lay there without saying a word.  Then he
flipped me over onto my stomach without pulling his cock out of me and
started pumping again, harder and harder.  Suddenly he groaned and I could
feel him cumming again.  Then he collapsed on top of me and lay there for a
couple of minutes.  I could feel his cock softening inside me.

He withdrew and got up from the bed.  I sat up and he got me to open my
mouth and lick all the cum off his cock.  It was still half erect and
looked like he might get hard again before too long.  He disappeared into
the bathroom and I could hear water splashing.

Jalal then asked to fuck me on my back and it was really exciting to look
at the pleasure on his handsome face as he pounded me quite strongly with
his hard cock.  He didn't take long to cum and it felt like several
sizeable squirts.  He got off me and Ali asked Zain if he would like to be
next.

'I'll just watch', said Zain, still stroking.

Ali fucked me doggie style and pulled out and, like the previous time we
fucked, he jerked off all over my face and into my mouth, a very big load
that felt very sexy dribbling down through my beard and off my chin.  My
moustache was saturated, too, and the smell was musky and strong.  I licked
it off and swallowed it, enjoying the taste.

Habib came back into the room, stroking his semi-hard cock still.  He sat
down on the bed and tousled my hair and grinned.

'I didn't hurt you?' he said.  'I lose control sometimes'.  I told him I
was fine and that hard fucking like that was thrilling.

'Could you take another one?' he said. I looked down and saw that he was
fully hard.

'Sure', I said.  'Let's see how hard you can really fuck, OK?' I said.

He grinned and asked me to lie on my stomach and got on top of me.  He
rammed his cock into me and, holding onto my shoulders, pounded me
furiously, cumming fairly quickly.  It felt like another strong cum shot.
The man was a cum machine!

He collapsed on top of me and then withdrew, turned me over licked all of
Ali's cum off my face and beard.  Then he kissed me and dribbled the cum
into my mouth.

Finally, we got up and showered.  There were a lot of towels in the
bathroom in anticipation of our group session, I'm sure.

As we were leaving, Habib said to me, 'You are a very dirty man, I love
you.  Come to Islamabad.  My friends and I will rape you and make you
scream so good'.  I wasn't sure I'd be prepared to take up that invitation!
What he had done to me tonight was as rough as I'd be prepared to go.

Ali came down to the carpark with us.  'You must stay at my hotel next
time', he said, shaking hands with me.

'No', said Zain.  He is mine!'  They both laughed.

Zain and I drove back to his hotel.  I was disappointed that he had not
wanted to fuck me tonight but he did look a little tired.  We took the
elevator up to my room and I invited him in so we could say goodbye
properly.  I embraced him and he kissed me passionately.

'Now I will fuck you', he said.  'I wanted our last time to be just us.'  I
was very happy that he had made that decision.

He stayed for over an hour, kissing me strongly, sucking my cock, licking
my ass and fucking me in every position possible.  It was so good to be
able to just have him alone.  He was so intense and exciting.  Finally,
when he was again fucking me on my back, he gasped that he had to cum.
'Could I fuck you hard like Habib?' he said.  'Fuck as rough as you like',
I said.  'Make it really memorable'.

He gathered my legs up and pushed them right back and fucked steadily for a
few moments, staring into my eyes.  Then he suddenly stared off into space
and pounded my ass much stronger than he ever had before.

'Harder, harder!' I said. 'Even harder!'  His eyes rolled back and then I
could feel it.  He shot a very heavy load, moaning loudly as he did so.
There was spurt after spurt deep inside me.  At the same time, I realized I
was cumming too and I wasn't even jerking off.  My cum flew out of me right
up to my neck.  Then we both collapsed and he kissed me passionately for
quite a while.  It was definitely a fuck to remember!

Afterwards we showered and he dressed. I just put my robe on.  I was
leaving on the hotel's airport shuttle bus in the morning at 10, a busy
time for the hotel.  Zain told me he might be caught up with business at
that time so we should say goodbye here in case he could not wave me off in
the morning.

I thanked him sincerely for his kindness and also for the free meals and
accommodation.  Then, from my luggage, I gave him a gift - a framed
indigenous painting from back home.  He seemed delighted with it when he
unwrapped it.

'You must come back again', he said.  'You can always stay free here with
me.'  We agreed to stay in touch.  Then he kissed me goodnight and was
gone.

I felt a bit flat after he left and busied myself with packing so I would
not have to rush in the morning.  Then I got into bed and brought my
journal up to date, read for a while and put the light out.

33

Tuesday

Next morning I did not see Zain when I was checking out.  Arif rang when I
was on the shuttle bus on the way to the airport.  He wished me a safe
journey and sounded a bit emotional.  He again insisted that I come back
and visit and I promised I would try.

The flight back to Kuala Lumpur was uneventful and I had a pleasant time
catching up with old friends there.  I could have had sex with guys there
but I felt tired and just keen to get home.  It had been an excellent
holiday and I certainly got lots of exercise!

My tests at the Sexual Health Clinic after I got home showed I had nothing
to worry about, in case you were wondering!

Some time later...

Two years have passed since that trip.  I have stayed in touch with Arif
who keeps imploring me to visit again but so far it hasn't happened.  His
electrical shop continues to prosper.  His uncle Nadeem asks about me
often, saying he has more friends to meet me next time.  Arif said he has
heard nothing of the fabulous Mahmoud since that gangbang night.

Waleed, the big hairy waiter at the restaurant, has found a lover and moved
to the USA.  Mered, the black Egyptian, kept in touch with me by Whatsapp
for a while but eventually went silent and didn't return my messages.

Kamran, the wonderfully hairy businessman from Lahore, visited Australia
last year.  I stayed with him for one night in his hotel.  It was great to
see him again and I have a standing invitation to visit him in his home in
Lahore.

Zain also stays in touch but has moved from Karachi to Peshawar in the
north where he is managing a large hotel.  He tells me he has many guys
there who would like to meet me.  He has shown them my photograph!  He says
that Ali, the other hotel manager in Karachi, told him I can stay at his
hotel if I visit there again.

The only sad note was Vimal.  Just a month after I was in Karachi, he
didn't turn up for work one day and has never been seen since.  Arif could
learn nothing more, not even from Vimal's family.

He told me not to worry, though, as his new assistant, Musa, has a much
larger cock than Vimal!

THE END

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