Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2020 07:10:13 +0200
From: Gary Morgan <gorm4571@mail.com>
Subject: A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 6

A Hot Holiday In Pakistan - Part 6

Still Thursday

[After a wild morning of fucking with the handsome and hung soldier, Fareed,
followed by a threesome with Arif's assistant, Vimal, and his buddy, Shafi, I
wondered if maybe the afternoon would be less frenzied.  Well, maybe...]

14

Arif came back into his shop's backroom and said we should now go to lunch.

'Good fuck?' he said as we went out into the street to find an auto
rickshaw.

'Yes', I said, 'but I was surprised that Shafi was eating the cum out of my
asshole.'

Arif nodded and said, 'Mmmmm and it looked very hot.  He was also sucking
Vimal's cock every time he pulled it out of your ass too.'  Arif must have
been watching through the curtain while it was all happening.

Arif also explained that he was able to take time away from the shop in the
afternoons as they were busiest in the mornings when tradesmen came in on
their way to work.

We got into an auto rickshaw and trundled off to the markets.  When we
arrived we went to the vast food area and had chicken omelettes at a small
indoor restaurant.  It was delicious.  Arif seemed to know the manager
there.

We then walked over to the bird market and strolled among the outdoor
stalls this time.

At one stall I was looking at some pretty birds in a cage that I had never
seen before.  Arif was deep in conversation with one of the sellers.  He
came back to me and said that the seller was interested but would have to
ask a shop owner if we could do it there but this meant that the shop owner
would probably want to join in.

The seller was in his 30s and quite good-looking.  He had a close clipped
full beard and, when he looked my way, his smile was charming and warm.  I
told Arif I was interested and would do it with the shop owner if
necessary.  It was all an adventure and I was enjoying the unexpected
twists and turns.  There was something unbelievably exciting about agreeing
to be fucked by someone you haven't even met yet.

He went back to the seller who looked very happy at the news and got his
phone out and made a call.

After a short while, Arif came back and said it was all arranged.  I was
then introduced to the bird-seller whose name was Ismail.  He shook my hand
warmly and we walked a short distance to a furniture shop.

Inside we met the owner, Aziz, a guy in his late 50s.  He was quite tall
and would have been quite handsome when younger.  He still had an aura of
attractiveness about him, though, in spite of carrying a bit more weight
than he should have.  I liked his long beard and the intensity in his eyes.
He greeted me very warmly and invited us into the back room of his shop.

This room looked like it was part stock room and part residence.  I
immediately noticed that there was a young guy working on a machine in one
corner sewing what looked like cushion material.  He looked up when we came
in and stopped sewing.  The shop owner, Aziz, spoke briefly to him and he
got up from the machine and came over to us.

'This is Ali,' said Aziz in perfect English. 'He likes you, too.'  I
couldn't believe I was doing this!

Ali was young, probably in his early 20s, maybe younger.  He had a very
boyish face and wore a thinly clipped goatee beard.  He seemed a very
serious young man and he was staring at me in an unusually intense way.  It
was a bit unnerving.

We moved over to the residential space where there was a double bed.  Aziz
took a pile of papers and some scattered clothing off of the bed and
smoothed the cover down.

He then started to unbutton his shirt and the others started to undress
too, including Arif.  Standing there, seeing four hot men undressing with
the intention of fucking me, was incredibly exciting.  I started to take my
clothes off too.

Generally I would undress down to my underwear first and take it from there
but these guys stripped completely naked and so I felt I should do the
same.  I took my underpants off and looked up at four hairy naked men
standing there with hard cocks ready for action.

I crouched down on my knees and started sucking the bird-seller, Ismail.
He had a 6 inch cock with a good -sized head on it which was already oozing
pre-cum.  His body was quite hairy but he had shaved around his cock.

I moved on to the shop owner, Azim.  He had a nice thick cock of about 7
and a half inches in length and average thickness.  His belly was large and
covered in thick black fur.  He also had enormous balls which I made a
point of licking.  It made him groan with pleasure.  After sucking his cock
for a little while, I swallowed it right down my throat.  He suddenly
backed off, taking his cock out of my mouth and saying he was too close
already.

Then I sucked the young sewing machine guy, Ali.  He had a very thick cock
about 7 inches in length.  The head was huge and dripping precum.  He was
also quite hairy particularly from the belly on down.  His body was
perfectly muscled with a defined washboard stomach.

I looked up at his face while sucking him and he was staring down at me
with that same intense stare and hardly blinking.  He was good-looking but
I thought I would not want to be left alone with him.

While the others watched with interest, stroking their cocks, I sucked Arif
who screwed up his eyes and moaned softly.  Then I stood up again, ready
for what would happen next.

Ali suddenly crouched down and sucked my cock.  He was very good at it.  I
don't cum easily from having my cock sucked but I felt if anyone could get
me off that way, he could.

He got me very close but stopped and, turning me around, motioned for me to
kneel on the bed face down.  He pulled my ass open and started eating my
hole.  I really enjoyed it and could hear myself moaning with pleasure.

Then he roughly turned me over onto the bed, lifted my legs up and rammed
his cock right up to his balls into my hole before I could suggest getting
some lubricant.  The thickness of his cock took my breath away but,
luckily, he'd got my hole so wet from eating it that it didn't really hurt.

He then fucked me very hard and fast. Looking up at him, his intensity was
both exciting and a bit scary.  I imagine it would have been pointless
asking him to stop because I suspected he would ignore me.  It was like he
was possessed.  Within a merciful few minutes he blew a big load into me,
fucked even harder for a few moments and collapsed, muttering something in
Urdu.  He lay still on top of me, occasionally slamming his cock into me
again every 10 seconds or so.  It felt like he was still cumming.  Then he
pulled out and I could feel his cum leaking out of my hole.  For the first
time, he smiled at me.

Aziz signalled for me to turn over face down and ass up and he wiped the
cum off my hole with something.  Then he shoved his cock up deep into me
and started fucking me steadily, holding onto my shoulders.  He felt good
and I had a sense of liquid being pushed around inside of me.  The fucking
was making a sucking noise as well.  Ali must have really shot a big load
in there!

Aziz started pounding harder and with a groan gave me his load too.  He
pulled out immediately afterwards and cleaned the cum off my ass again for
me.

Then the bird-seller, Ismail, who should have been the first to fuck me,
got me to turn over onto my back again.  He pushed my legs back and thrust
his cock all the way in.  He started fucking me with steady strokes and
kissing me deeply and passionately at the same time.  He really made me
feel good and I responded by kissing him back and squeezing my ass to give
him the tightest fuck I could.

I could feel the other guys' cum leaking out of my ass as he fucked.  I
hoped it wasn't too sloppy for him.  It couldn't have been much of a
problem as, with a long sigh, he blew his load into me and then stopped
moving but kept on kissing me.  He was a beautiful kisser.

Finally, he pulled out of me and stood up.  Arif then moved in for his turn
but the young sewing machine guy, Ali, put his hand on his shoulder and
spoke.  Arif stepped back and Ali lifted my legs and shoved his hard cock
into me again and started pounding my ass.  It didn't take long to feel
this horny guy blowing into me again.

He pulled out almost immediately and Arif asked me to lie on my stomach and
climbed on top, slipped his cock into me and fucked deeply.  It felt so
good and he blew fairly quickly.  He pulled out and helped me off the bed.
Aziz showed me to the toilet, which I definitely needed to visit!

When I came out they were all dressed and there was no sign of Ali from the
sewing machine.  Arif said he had gone out to have a smoke.  I quickly got
my clothes back on, too.

Ismail, the bird-seller, came over and wrapped himself around me
affectionately and kissed me again.  He seemed to be a really nice guy and
I had enjoyed the way he fucked me.  Arif and I shook hands with Aziz and
then we walked back to the bird- market with Ismail.  When we got there, I
shook hands with Ismail who looked so unhappy that I was going.  I would
have enjoyed seeing him again but maybe he would have got a bit too
seriously romantic.

Arif said I probably needed a rest and took me to a coffee shop where we
had strong coffee and some sweet cakes.  It was nice to relax for a while.

Arif said he thought that Ali, the sewing machine guy was very rough when
fucking me.  He had thought to make him stop.  I thanked Arif for his
concern and said he certainly fucked hard but I didn't get the impression
that he was trying to hurt me.  I was fine with strong fucking as I was
experienced enough to handle it.  He looked relieved but said we should
have an agreed signal if I needed his help to get someone to stop if
necessary.  He also said with a lascivious grin that it was very exciting
to see me being fucked rough like that.

15

As we left the coffee shop and walked over to the waiting auto rickshaws,
Arif looked at his watch.

'Do you still want to go back to the restaurant or have you had enough
today?' he asked.

I said that the group fuck was pretty intense and maybe I should give my
ass a rest.  'We can go to the restaurant again another time', he said.  'I
still want to see their waiter with the big cock fuck you.  I have heard he
is very big.'  Then he added with a big grin, 'Maybe I can get him to fuck
you rough, too'.  I felt I should talk to him about his weird sense of
humour!

We took an auto rickshaw back to his shop where he got out.  He said he
would come for me at the hotel again tomorrow morning at 11.  I went on to
my hotel, arriving about 3.45pm.

As I was a bit tired I hoped I wouldn't run into the manager, Zain.  If he
wanted to see me in the evening, fine, but right now I needed a shower and
a nap.  I got back to my room without seeing him and took a very long,
enjoyable shower.  Then I lay down on the bed and lightly dozed.  It was
very pleasant.

I woke with a start and realised that the room phone was ringing.  The room
was dark so I groped for the light next to the bed.  I must have gone off
into a deep sleep for longer than expected.

It was Zain on the phone enquiring if I had had a good day.  He asked if he
come to see me about 10 that evening with a surprise.  I agreed, intrigued
to know what the surprise would be.

After he rang off I looked at the time and was surprised to see it was
after 6.  I had been asleep for nearly two hours!

I was hungry and decided to have an early dinner.  The restaurant was busy
and, luckily, I took my book with me to read as I had to wait a while to be
served.  The food was worth waiting for - a mixed tray of spicy curries -
and I was still back in my room by 7.30.

I lay down on my bed with my book but found it hard to concentrate with my
mind wondering what Zain's surprise was going to be!


To be continued....

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