A Few Weeks in Karachi - Chapter 2

A few weeks in Karachi Wohi Wohanvi

Don't read this story if you are not of age or if you are offended by descriptions of sex between males. The story is loosely based on events that took place many years ago when it was still okay to have sex without protection. Today, characters of this story, in similar circumstances would practice safe sex. So should the reader.

Part II. The Watchman

My uncle lived in a posh area with tree-lined avenues, large Californian type houses with lawns and some office buildings. This was a neighbourhood that was relatively new and one could see many houses still under construction with temporary huts for workers. My uncle had two young children. Both he and his wife were warm and hospitable. I was happy being with them, eager to know what the city had to offer.

My uncle's residence was a double storied house. He lived on the first floor while an army officer lived on the ground floor. The house had two entrances. Ours was at the back and one used stairs that also led to the terrace. I was put up in the guest room near the entrance door. On one side it overlooked the lawn and a formal garden that was part of the downstairs house. On the other side was the bathroom and through its window I could look at a set of rooms built for the domestic help.

In a few days I got a feel for the area. At walking distance from my uncle's house was a small hill that was flat at the top. There was a dirt road going there and often people drove up, parked to get a view of the city in evenings and enjoy the sea breeze.

I discovered that most construction sites had Pathan workers who also lived there in small shacks and had their own tea and food joints. I thought those might yield some willing men; it seemed worth exploring though risky. Closer at home, I discovered that my uncle and his downstairs neighbour jointly employed a Pathan as a night watchman who lived on the premise. He came on duty in the evenings and had his days off. All this I learnt from my aunt and the domestic help. I decided to take a look at him one day to find what he looked like.

I bumped into him the very next morning. At around 6am the bell rang and woke me. When I opened the entrance door I saw a man going up to the terrace. There were newspapers lying on the doorstep. On seeing me, the man stopped, came back and greeted me. I looked at him enquiringly.

"I am the watchman finishing my duty. Every morning I leave the newspapers here and ring the bell", he explained politely and then added, "You must be the guest from India". I nodded and smiled back.

He was definitely good looking. Medium height, athletic built, he had a thick, clipped moustache and eyebrows that were joined, giving him an intense look. His eyes were large and had thick black eyelashes. Like most Pathans, he had a sharp nose, full red lips and high colouring. Three day of stubble added to his appeal. He spoke with the accent that I now recognized. He wore a black traditional suit and I could see his chest hair from the open neck of his shirt.

He too was looking at me. What he thought of my lithe body, longish hair, boyish appearance and fair skin could not be read from his expression. I guessed his age to be about 30. To make him stay there as long as I could I started asking him questions that he didn't at all seem to mind answering.

His name was Shams and he was really employed by the army officer downstairs; my uncle simply paid half his salary. He had been with the colonel for many years and was treated almost as family. He lived in a room on the terrace where he was going now to get some sleep, and not with the other staff. There was another staircase that could take him directly to the downstairs flat. The main one he used only in the morning, leaving the newspapers at our doorsteps.

"I would like to get a view from the terrace some time"; I announced and then added quickly, "If it is okay with you and when it is convenient".

He looked at me for a few seconds before answering, "There is no view from there but if you wish to come, I will leave the door open. You can come in the afternoon". He added, looking into my eyes, "I would be free and there will be no disturbance. You could see whatever you wish to", he added looking into my eyes.

I blushed and nodded silently. He climbed the stairs and was gone. My heart was beating a little fast and I was sure I had got myself a date, my first in Karachi.

We had some people for lunch who left at around 2.30pm. I went to my room and took a shower and wore my jeans without wearing underwear. I wore a loose shirt, keeping half the buttons undone. I waited for nearly 40 minutes and then quietly came out of the house. The door was kept closed but unlocked during the day. I climbed upstairs and came to door that was closed shut. I wondered if I should knock but then decided against it and pushed the door. It wasn't bolted and opened. I entered the sun filled terrace. It was bare except for a clothesline stretched across the width of the terrace. Beyond it was room. Next to the room was the toilet with the door closed. I couldn't see the door of the room because of the clothes hanging. I stood there not knowing what to do next when the toilet door opened and Shams emerged in just a pair of briefs, some washed clothes in his hands. He couldn't see me and started hanging the washing on the clothesline.

I could clearly see his strong legs, the bulge under his red briefs and a trim waist with a line of hair disappearing into the briefs. It was a great view and my heart was already racing. I then cleared my throat and Shams looked over the washing at me. His expression was quite cool and he bent under the clothesline and came up to me and greeted me.

"I hope I am not disturbing you", I said weakly.

He took my hand in his and shook it. Holding my hand, he led me towards his room silently, opened it and asked me to sit on the only chair there was. I sat and looked around. The room smelt strongly of some perfume or hair oil and cigarettes. He sat on the unmade bed. There were some pictures of shrines on the walls and on the table some artificial flowers in a bottle. The room was very masculine in its feel and smelt masculine too. I was getting turned on by it.

"It is too hot to stand on the terrace and look around", Shams said. "We should wait till the sun goes down".

"What time do you have to go on duty?"

He smiled showing very white and even teeth. It was an attractive smile; "I am on duty, always. And I can take time out when I want. Today you are my guest. You tell me what I can do for you. After that I will go for my duty". He looked at me meaningfully and continued to smile.

I looked at him. His bulge seemed to have grown. I smiled back. "How do I know what you can offer as a host?" I said coyly.

"Come here and I will tell you", he said and gestured me to sit next to him. I got up and sat on the bed. He put his arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. My mouth was dry with excitement and I was beginning to get hard. I put my hand between his legs and felt his hard cock through the material of his briefs and asked, "What is that?"

"Why don't you find out?" he smiled and put my hand inside his briefs. His cock was rock hard and I could feel its strength. I could also feel coarse hair. I held his cock in my hand and took it out of the briefs. It was thick and quite big, though not monstrous. He got up and putting his thumbs under the waistband, took off his briefs and stood in front of me completely naked.

I looked at his naked body with lust. He had a firm proportionate body, not too muscular, supple and no extra fat. He had chest hair that tapered towards his navel and then became a thick black bush from which rose his erect phallus, looking like a weapon without its foreskin. It tilted upward and had an oversized head. His balls were large and covered with hair. He walked towards me, his cock right in my face.

He watched as I held his rigid cock in my hand and took the head into my mouth, closing my lips around the shaft. He thrust forward, filling my mouth with his shaft, his balls touching my chin. I nearly chocked but then took control and began to suck him gently, my tongue moving right under the sensitive ridge of the head. He started to groan and pushed my head towards him with his hand; I didn't think he had been sucked like that before.

After a long time he took out his cock that glistened with my saliva and made me lie down on the bed, pushing my shoulders. He was in a hurry to take off my clothes. Soon I was naked and he was running his hands all over my body, his eyes looking at me hungrily. He bent and took my left nipple in his mouth and bit softly. I moaned as I felt his warm tongue lick it.

My legs were now spread and Shams was sitting between them on his knees. His cock was pointing towards me as if it wanted to attack. Shams put his strong hands underneath my knees, lifted my legs and bent them towards my shoulders. He then removed his hands and I kept my legs open with my own hands, offering my exposed pussy to him. His expression told me he could see the prize clearly. He spat on his hand and rubbed saliva on his cock. He spat again, this time to moisten my hole. He then put the knob of his cock on my hole and pushed a little. I could feel my pussy yielding to his hard cock as it went in slowly.

Shams had an intense expression on his face, his eyes locked with mine as his cock slid in. He was breathing hard with his mouth open. I felt the walls of my chute yielding as it took the phallus in eagerly. The pleasure of being entered by a hard, thick cock cannot be described and when the cock belongs to a handsome man with a hard body, this pleasure is enhanced many times.

Soon Shams had buried his entire shaft into me and I could feel his thick bush tickling my ass cheeks. Shams's face looked hot and flushed with passion; he was obviously enjoying his cock being inside a tight, moist and hot pussy. That pleasure too cannot be expressed in words, as men have told me.

He began to fuck me, initially very slowly and then with rhythmic long strokes that drove me crazy. I responded by biting his shoulder and scratching his back. Occasionally I would grip his hard muscular butt that provided the thrusts to his phallus to go deep into me. I was impressed by the skilled manner in which he fucked. He was no novice.

He was now covered with sweat and his lips were parted and looked moist. His cock continued to shaft me rhythmically. He was going in deeply, and I wished him to go on and on. He was not in any hurry to finish and was in control of everything so he just carried on as if knowing what I wanted.

We were both looking at each other, silently, the faces communicating our feelings. I lifted my head to kiss his mouth but he seemed reluctant. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, rolling it around. He couldn't resist that and bent and put his mouth over mine. I pushed my tongue in and opened my mouth wide, encouraging him to invade my mouth with his tongue. This was new to him but eventually he was kissing me passionately, his tongue entering as deep as it could. His cock didn't stop while he kissed me back, biting my lower lip, his hands pressing my body to his.

Suddenly he started to fuck me harder; slamming in the last inch or so of his steel hard cock into my pussy. Every time he slammed into me, I pushed myself forward to make him penetrate deep and squeezed my ass muscles to grip him tighter. He didn't go on too long and shot himself inside me, his hot cum filling me.

We lay there panting hard, our bodies covered with sweat, my legs wrapped around him and my arms holding him tight. He had buried his face under my neck and I could feel his hot breath. His cock was still quite hard. I would have liked him to keep it inside me but he withdrew it as soon as he could and then wiped it with the corner of the rumpled bed sheet and sat up. I kept lying there, naked with my legs open, stroking my hard cock to reach climax. Shams was looking at it with a smile on his face and then he came near and lay with my back to him, rubbing his soft cock against my crack and holding me by waist.

As I came close to the climax I asked him to hold me tight. He did that and also pushed his genitals into me, rubbing my shoulder with his chin. As I came, he held me tight, rubbing his body against mine, biting softly into my shoulder.

It was very quiet. We lay there, our legs intertwined, my back towards him. We started talking. He told me he was married and his wife and the son stayed in the village. Most men from his region enjoyed sex with younger men. In Karachi his friends sometimes found a boy who was willing to get fucked by a group of men and then they all had a party at one of the friends' room. I asked him if he ever hosted such a party. He hesitated and then admitted that once or twice his friends and he had used this room for the purpose.

"Who was he?" I wanted to know, "And how many of you fucked him?"

There were five of them and he was the son of a very senior army officer. He was only sixteen and was available to almost everyone, according to Shams. I started imagining myself being with five virile men and found the idea exciting, to my shock.

"How did you find him?" I asked, visualizing a sixteen year old boy being gang banged. I started getting turned on by the thought. I turned towards Shams and put one of my legs between his. He didn't mind at all and squeezed my leg with his strong legs.

He hesitated again and then told me the story.

I have been working with the four years. He is a good employer and his wife is very nice to me. Initially I used to do all the housework for them and used to sleep inside the house. After they adopted a child, I was made the watchman and a woman was employed for the housework. This happened about three years ago. Before that they used to be out a lot and the wife visited her family for months, leaving her husband alone.

One evening when his wife was away the Colonel told me he had invited two friends over to spend the night here and asked me to make the beds in the guest room. He instructed me to cook dinner for them too. One guest was a Major in the army, about 35 - five years younger than the Colonel. The other guest was a young boy about 16. The boy was very beautiful to look at. He was slim, very light skinned, almost like a foreigner, and had blue eyes and red lips. He seemed shy and didn't say much. I thought he was the Major's son.

The adults had drinks before dinner while the boy sat with them, not doing much. After dinner I put everything away and left them in the living room and went to the room where I slept on a cot.

It must have been 2am when some noise woke me. I heard some odd noises coming from the Colonel's bedroom and got up to find out. Just as I reached the door, I heard someone laugh and then the boy groan. It didn't sound like he was in pain. And then I heard the Colonel moan and say something obscene. It was obvious that he was having sex. I decided to find out. There was a French window in his bedroom opening into the garden and so I tiptoed out into the garden hoping the window curtains would not be pulled. They were not and I could clearly see into the bedroom, standing behind a tree.

On the double bed the boy was lying naked on his side. Behind him was the colonel, also naked, his huge cock moving in and out of the boy's hole. He was moaning and also talking softly. The boys hole was stretched to its limits and the cock slid in and out very slowly. The major was reclining, his cock fucking the boy's mouth, treating it as a pussy. His cock too was thick and the boy's mouth was barely able to take it in. The boy's delicate pale body contrasted with the dark, muscular and hairy bodies of two grown up men. The sight gave me an instant hard-on and I started stroking my cock as the two men fucked the boy.

I watched them for a long time. The two men first switched places and then fucked the boy in different positions. The boy was totally passive and allowed them to do whatever they wished to. At one point when the major took his cock out from the boy's hole, I could see that it had been fucked a lot and not just by those two men; this boy's pussy was really open wide and the hole seemed big.

Eventually I returned to my room and had to jerk off before sleeping. The next morning I was in the kitchen when the boy came in. He looked tired and his lips were puffed. He wore a robe that was loosely tied with a cord. I could see he was naked underneath. He wanted some water that I poured for him. He stood there drinking. He noticed I was looking at him. He sized me up, smiled and put one of his legs on a stool. The robe parted and I could see his naked thigh all the way to his crotch. I couldn't help staring and recalled what I had seen last night. I started getting hard.

The boy opened his robe and stood there, showing me his hairless body. He had a narrow waist and slender thighs. His nipples were small and pink. I could see love marks on his neck. He had shaved his bush.

I swallowed hard and continued to stare. He winked and walked towards me. When he was close he extended his hand and got hold of my already hard cock under my pyjamas and began to rub it. I stood there frozen and let him do what he was doing. Eventually he made me take him to my room where I fucked him. I fucked hard and was so excited and nervous that I came within five minutes.

The boy left with the major but would return now and then to spend time with the colonel. Whenever there was an opportunity, he would get me to fuck him. I think he told the colonel about me who was quite happy to have someone to share his secret life with. Occasionally he would tell me about meeting young men and would also ask me to confide in him. Once or twice I got him someone to fuck. We are almost like friends now even though I am his employee.

On one of the occasions after spending the night with the colonel, I took the boy to my room and invited some friends too. We spent several hours taking turns fucking him. He loved it and keeps asking me to arrange orgy.

By the time Shams finished telling me the story he was hard, his cock poking me in my stomach. My leg was firmly between his legs and one of his legs was draped possessively over mine, entrapping me. When he was telling me about that boy, I was imagining myself to be in his place, enjoying the idea of being used by men for their pleasure. I too was getting hard.

Shams was getting ready to get into action when someone called his name and the door that he had not bothered to bolt opened and someone barged in. He exclaimed at the sight that met his eyes and stopped in his track. I had my back to him so couldn't see him at all.

Both Shams and I reacted instinctively. Our bodies jerked and I hid my face, clinging to Shams's hairy chest. He held me tight and with a quick movement of his hand, covered us with a sheet. He obviously new the visitor; his face didn't show any surprise or concern. In a casual and friendly tone he greeted the man and asked him to wait outside for a minute. The man obliged and went out.

Shams turned to me and said, "I didn't know he was coming. He is a close friend and I have no secrets from him. And now he would not want to leave; he would want to fuck you too. If you don't want, I will have to make some excuse but it would be difficult to convince him. Or, if you don't mind thenÉ" Shams smiled knowingly, looking into my eyes.

I understood but was a bit confused. One part of me wanted to get out but I also felt tempted to have sex with two guys in this situation. I wondered if Shams had arranged this man to come and if there was someone else also coming. Is this to be a replay of what they planned with that boy, I asked myself. I looked at Shams but couldn't tell anything from his expression. I asked, "Is he alone or are there others?"

Shams smiled, "Don't think I planned it. But if you want, my friend can get more men. Would you like that?"

"No, no. Please but now that your friend is hereÉ." I left the sentence incomplete. Shams smiled and covering me with the sheet he called out, asking his friend to come in.

The man who entered the room was shorter and more youthful than Shams. He wore the same traditional clothes and a closely clipped beard and short hair. His eyes were sharp and narrow and a nose with a high bridge. Like many pathans he looked intense and rugged.

Shams and the new comer spoke to each other in their mother tongue. After some time things got sorted out and he took off his shirt revealing a well-developed torso with a broad chest tapering to a narrow waist. Under the gathers of his loose trousers I could already see a bulge. Quickly he untied the drawstring and dropped his trousers and stepped out naked. He was not at all self-conscious about being naked in front of Shams. He was looking at me all the time. He then stroked his cock that was swiftly getting hard. It was well shaped and impressive in size, rising from a clipped bush. Soon his cock was hard and pointing straight at me. Shams said something in Pashto and he smiled. He then came and sat next to both of us.

Soon he was trying to enter me from the side while Shams held my leg high, with his hand under my knee. I heard his friend spit and a little later felt the knob of his cock rubbing over my hole. He inserted a finger in my pussy just to make sure and then removing it, pushed his cock in with some force. I gasped. His cock was thicker than I had guessed. He pushed more as Shams helped him enter by raising my leg a little higher. I could feel the entire length of his rod go into my pussy. Shams had already lubricated it with him cum so his friend had no difficulty reaching his target. He said something and Shams smiled and nodded in agreement. He was hard as rock now and was rubbing his cock on my belly. I was hard too. I clutched both our cocks and began stroking. After a while he dragged himself up till his cock was in my face. I opened my mouth and he promptly filled it with his cock.

His friend, whose name I never learned, continued to fuck me with deep strokes and holding me with his hand around my waist. Now he was holding my leg high. I felt wonderful, being shared by two virile men, bonding them closer by making them use my body together. A part of me started imagining other friends joining in, watching us. I was now very hard and leaking pre cum.

"I want to fuck him now", Shams said in a voice heavy with lust. His friend grumbled but I could sense him slowing down and then withdraw his tool. He sat up and called Shams over. They switched positions. Shams was inside me now, his cock going in and out slowly while his friend was now facing me. His cock, out of my pussy, went into my mouth, fucking it rhythmically. I could see he had powerful and shapely thighs and a bubble butt. I extended my hand gripping his butt. It was muscular and firm and was providing the thrusts that made his cock fuck my mouth.

For nearly an hour Shams and his friend took turns fucking me. They fucked me doggie style, and then Shams's friend lay down flat on the bed and made me ride his cock. I was carrying out their orders passively, feeling like a slave. Their muscular hard bodies were glistening with sweat as they continued to fuck me and use my mouth.

The friend came first, inside my pussy. He kept coming for a long time. Some of it leaked down my leg. He fell on me, his weight pinning me down to the bed. I could feel his hot and muscular body pressing me, his cock still inside me. Shams watched him, stroking his cock that looked red, angry and hungry for my pussy. Almost immediately after the friend had taken out his semi hard cock from my pussy, Shams entered me again and fucked me really hard till he came inside me, his semen combining with his friend's inside my pussy. Very soon he took out his still hard tool, leaving me there, my ass in the air, oozing cum of two men. Shams then cleaned me up using the sheet. His friend said something and laughed. Shams translated with a smile, "My friend says I shouldn't bother because you can't get pregnant".

I didn't want to get up, so lovely was the feeling of being with these gorgeous men who had great looking bodies and eager cocks. I kept admiring their bodies as they dressed again. The friend sat on the chair and lit a cigarette while shams found some clothes to wear. I got up and put my clothes on. Shams's friend kept looking at me and then signalled me to come and sit on his lap. I did and he held me tight, offering me his cigarette. I put my arm around his neck and tried to kiss him but he didn't want that.

Shams said, "I don't think there is time for another round. We should go now". I sighed and got up to go.

"When are we meeting again?" I enquired.

"Me or both of us?" Shams grinned as he asked me the question.

"Whatever you decide", I said, opening my arms.

Then he got serious and requested me to keep the story he told me to myself. Then he smiled and asked me, "Would you like to meet the Colonel?"

My heart started to beat. Shams could read my expression and said, "I will tell him about you but won't tell him where you live or who you are. If he is interested, I will inform you, okay?" I just nodded and after hugging both friends, left and came down. No one had noticed my absence and I went into my room to take a shower and change.

卡拉奇的几周——第二部分：守夜人

我舅舅住在一片挺高级的地界，两边全是林荫道，一栋栋加利福尼亚样式的大宅子，带草坪，还夹着些办公楼。这地方算新开发的，好多房子还在盖，工地上搭着工人住的临时棚子。舅舅有两个小孩，夫妻俩都挺热乎，待人也周到。我在他们那儿待得挺高兴，心里也急着想看看这城里到底有什么好货。

舅舅那栋房子是两层楼。他们住二层，一层住着一个军官。房子有两个门，我们走的是后门，那楼梯也通着天台。我住在挨着大门那间客房。一头望出去是草坪和楼下的花园；另一头是浴室，从浴室窗户能瞅见给佣人盖的那排屋子。

没几天我就把这片地界摸熟了。离舅舅家不远有座小山坡，顶是平的。有条土路通上去，到了傍晚常有人开车上去，停在那儿看城里的景儿，吹吹海风。

我发现大多数工地上全是从边境那边来的帕坦工人，就住在工地上那些小棚子里，还有他们自己的茶水摊和小饭铺。我琢磨着那儿没准能寻着几个乐意的男人——看着是值得探一探，虽说有点险。再往近处说，我又发现舅舅跟他楼下那家邻居，两家合着雇了一个帕坦人当守夜的，就住在这院子里。他傍晚上工，有轮休的日子。这些都是从我舅妈和那些佣人嘴里套出来的。我打定了主意，哪天非得去瞅瞅这人长什么样。

第二天一大早我就撞上他了。大概清早六点，门铃响了，把我闹醒了。我开了大门，瞅见一个男人正往天台上走。门口台阶上搁着几份报纸。那人瞧见我，停了脚，又转回来跟我打招呼。我拿眼打量着他。

“我是守夜的，刚下工。每天早上我把报纸搁这儿，再按一遍铃。”他客客气气跟我解释，跟着又说，“您准是印度来的那位客人。”我点了点头，也冲他笑了笑。

这人长得是真不赖。中等个头，一副运动员似的身板，蓄着两撇老厚的八字胡，修得短短的，两道眉毛在中间连上了，那模样瞧着就带着股子狠劲儿。他那对眼挺大，眼睫毛又黑又密。跟大多数帕坦人一样，他鼻子挺，嘴唇又厚又红，气色也好。三天没刮的胡茬子反倒更添了几分味道。他讲话那口音我也听熟了。他穿着一身黑传统衣裳，衬衫领口敞着，能瞅见里头的胸毛。

他也在打量我。我这副瘦条条的身子，留着稍长的头发，一张娃娃脸，皮子又白——他到底是怎么个看法，从他脸上倒是什么也读不出来。我估摸他三十岁上下。为了能叫他多留一阵，我就开始问东问西，他倒像是半点不介意答这些。

他叫 Shams，其实算是楼下那军官正经雇的人；我舅舅不过是摊一半工钱。他跟那上校好多年了，差不多就当自家人待。他住在天台上的一间屋里，方才他就是往那儿去，要去补个觉；不是跟别的佣人住在一块儿。还有一道楼梯能直通楼下的公寓。他平时不怎么用我们这边的主楼梯，就每天早上送报纸上我们门口的时候走一回。

“我改天也想上天台去看看景儿。”我放了句话，跟着赶紧补了一句，“你要是方便、不碍你事的时候。”

他瞅了我几秒才答：“那上头也没什么景可看，不过你要是想来，我把门给你留着。下午过来就行。”他又补了句，拿那对眼看着我，“那会儿我没事，也不会有人来搅。你想看什么都能看见。”说着，那双眼还盯着我不放。

我脸一红，一声没出，点了点头。他顺楼梯上去，没影了。我这颗心在腔子里有点跳快了，心里明白——我这是给自己约上人了，到了卡拉奇的头一回。

那天中午家里有客吃饭，人到了下午两点半才走。我回了自己屋，冲了个澡，光着腿套上牛仔裤，没穿内裤。上身换了件宽松衬衫，扣子敞了一半没扣。等了差不多四十分钟，才悄悄出了门。白天大门是关着，可不上锁。我上了楼梯，走到那扇门前，门闭得死死的。心里琢磨是不是该敲一敲，一转念又改了主意，伸手推了推。门没闩，开了。我进了那洒满太阳的天台。上头空荡荡的，就横着拉了一根晾衣绳。晾衣绳那头是间屋子，屋子旁边是厕所，厕所门关着。因为晾的那些衣裳挡着，屋子的门我看不见。我就那么杵在那儿，不知道底下该怎么着，这当口厕所门开了，Shams 从里头出来，身上只穿了条三角裤衩，手里拿着几件刚洗的衣裳。他没瞧见我，就动手往晾衣绳上挂。

我清清楚楚瞅见他两条结实的腿，那红三角裤衩底下鼓鼓囊囊的一包，还有那窄腰上头，一条毛路顺着往下蔓，一直钻进裤衩里。那副景象真他妈绝，我这颗心早就在腔子里擂开了。我清了清嗓子，Shams 隔着晾的那些衣裳瞅过来。他那张脸上倒是淡淡的，弯下腰从晾衣绳底下钻过来，走到我面前，跟我打了招呼。

“没搅着你吧。”我那声气有点虚。

他攥住我的手，握了握。就那么拉着我的手，一声不出地领我往他屋里去，开了门，叫我往那唯一一把椅子上坐。我坐了，四下打量了打量。这屋里，一股子说不上是香水还是头油、再掺上烟卷子的味儿，浓得很。他坐在那张没拾掇的床上。墙上挂着几幅圣迹的画像，桌上搁了个瓶子，里头插着几枝假花。这屋子，一进去就觉着浑身上下全是男人味儿，连那气味闻着也是男人味儿。叫这东西一熏，我心里那股火就窜上来了。

“这天台上太热，站着看不了什么景儿。”Shams 说，“得等太阳落了再说。”

“你几点得上工？”

他笑了笑，亮出一口又白又齐整的牙。那笑模样，真真招人。“我成天都在当值，横竖想歇就能歇一阵。今儿个你是我的客。你跟我说说，我能替你干点什么。完了我再上工去。”他那对眼别有深意地看着我，脸上那笑没断。

我瞅着他，他那裤裆底下的鼓包像是又大了些。我也冲他笑了笑，说：“你这当主人的，到底能摆出什么来招待我，我哪儿知道？”那话说得有点臊。

“你过来，我跟你说。”他说着，招了招手叫我挨着他坐。我站起来，坐到他床上。他伸出手臂箍在我腰上，把我往他怀里一拽。我那股子兴奋劲儿闹得嘴里发干，底下那根东西也开始硬了。我把手伸到他两腿中间，隔着裤衩那层布摸着了他那根硬梆梆的鸡巴，问了句：“那是什么？”

“你怎么不自己瞧瞧？”他笑了笑，把我那只手塞进他裤衩里。他那根鸡巴早硬得跟石头似的了，我能觉出那股子力道。我还摸着一丛扎手的毛。我攥着他的鸡巴，把它从裤衩里掏了出来。那东西又粗又大，倒也算不上怪物。他站起来，两手拇指往裤腰底下一勾，把裤衩褪了，就那么一丝不挂地立在我面前。

我拿一双叫淫欲烧透了的眼，打量着他那副光身子。他那身子，匀称，结实，不算太壮，可是挺软乎，也没半点多余的肉。胸口那层毛，顺着往底下收，一直蔓到肚脐眼，再往下就成了密密匝匝一大蓬黑毛，他那根硬梆梆的肉桩子就从那蓬毛里支出来，看着活像一杆褪了包皮的凶器。那根东西往上翘着，顶着一颗大得出了号的龟头。他那对卵蛋挺大，上头也盖着毛。他朝我走过来，那根鸡巴正正对着我的脸。

他就那么瞅着我攥住他那根硬鸡巴，把龟头含进嘴里，拿嘴唇裹着那根茎身。他往前一挺胯，把他那根东西塞了我满满一嘴，他那对卵蛋就蹭在我下巴上。我差点干呕出来，可跟着就把住了势，开始轻轻巧巧地嘬他，拿舌尖顺着龟头底下那道要命的箍慢慢打着转。他这就闷哼开了，拿手把我脑袋朝他那边按。我琢磨着他从前八成没叫人这么嘬过。

过了老长一阵子，他才把那根叫我口水裹得湿亮亮的鸡巴拔出来，把我按倒在床上，抵着我肩膀。他急三火四地扒我衣裳。没多会儿我就叫他剥了个精光，他那两只手就在我浑身上下胡撸开了，那对眼珠子，饿巴巴地盯着我。他弯下腰，把我左边那颗奶头含进嘴里，拿牙轻轻啃了啃。我觉着他那根滚烫的舌头舔在上头，闷闷地哼了一声。

到这会儿，我两条腿劈开着，Shams 正拿膝盖支在我两腿中间。他那根鸡巴直直对着我，活像是要攻过来。Shams 两只有劲的手兜在我膝盖底下，把我的腿举起来，朝我肩膀这边弯过来。跟着他松了手，我就自己拿手把着腿，把那口亮出来的骚屄献给他。他脸上那副神气，明明白白是瞅见那到手的宝了。他往手上啐了口唾沫，抹在自己那根鸡巴上。又啐了一口，这回来抹我那洞口。完了他就把那根鸡巴的头搁在我洞口上，往里推了推。我觉着我那口骚屄服服帖帖地让了道，由着那根硬鸡巴一寸一寸滑进来。

Shams 脸上那副样子，紧绷绷的，他那对眼跟我那对眼锁在一处，他那根鸡巴就顺着往里进。他嘴张着，喘着粗气。我觉着我这条管子的壁服服帖帖地让着道，贪巴巴地把那根肉桩子往里吞。叫一根又硬又粗的鸡巴捅进来那股子美意，是没法拿话说清的；要是这根鸡巴再长在一个身板硬实、模样又招人的男人身上，那股子美意，就更不知道要翻上多少倍了。

没多会儿，Shams 就把他那整根茎身全埋进了我里头，我能觉出他那蓬厚墩墩的毛蹭在我那两瓣屁股蛋子上。Shams 那张脸，涨得通红，叫那腔子淫火烧得烫乎乎的；他那根鸡巴埋在一口又紧又湿又烫的骚屄里头，那滋味，他明摆着是受用得很。那股子美意，也一样是没法拿话说清的，这是男人们跟我讲的。

他这就开操了，一开头慢悠悠的，跟着就拿那一下一下、有节有拍、趟子长长的抽送，把我操得差点发了疯。我回了应，啃着他的肩膀，拿指甲抠着他的后背。隔上一阵，我就攥住他那两瓣又硬又全是肉的屁股蛋子——他那根肉桩子一下下往我里头深掘，全靠的就是这两瓣屁股送出来的劲。他操逼这把势，真是老道得叫我服气，绝不是什么没经过阵仗的雏儿。

他这会子浑身上下叫汗浸透了，两片嘴唇微微张着，瞅着湿漉漉的。他那根鸡巴还是照旧一下一下、有节有拍地犁着我。他进得深，我就盼着他这么一直往下干，别停。他半点不着急泄，把什么都攥在自己手里，就那么接着往下操，倒像他心里清楚我想叫他怎么着似的。

我们俩就那么互相瞅着，谁也不出声，两张脸明明白白替我们透着心里那些话。我抬起头想亲他的嘴，他倒像是不大乐意。我把嘴张开，把舌头伸出来，绕着嘴唇打转。这一下他扛不住了，弯下腰来，把嘴压在我嘴上。我把舌头往里一顶，嘴张得老大，引着他把那根舌头探进我嘴里来，可着劲地往深里搅。这回事，他从前没经过，可到了儿，他还是拼了命地亲起我来，拿他那根舌头往我嘴里能捅多深就捅多深。他亲着我，拿牙轻轻啃着我下嘴唇，两只手把我身子朝他怀里按，就这么着，他底下那根鸡巴也没停过。

猛一下，他操得更狠了，拿他那根铁硬的鸡巴最末了那一两寸，往我那口骚屄里死命地夯。他每一下这么夯进来，我就拿身子往前顶，叫他捅得再深些，再拿我那屁股的肉死死夹住他，把它箍得再紧些。他没这么往下撑多大工夫，就在我身子里射了，他那泡滚烫的精，灌了我一肚子。

我们就那么瘫在那儿，死命地喘着粗气，浑身上下叫汗浸得透湿。我那两条腿缠在他身上，两条胳膊死死箍着他不放。他把脸埋在我脖子底下，我能觉出他那热乎乎的鼻息。他那根鸡巴还硬撅撅的。我倒是盼着他就那么一直留在我里头别出来，可他紧赶着就把它拔了出去，拿皱巴巴的床单角擦了擦，坐起来了。我就那么摊着没动，光着身子，两腿敞着，手里捋着自己那根硬鸡巴，等着往那高潮上攀。Shams 脸上挂着笑，瞅着我那根东西，跟着他凑过来，挨着我躺下，拿后背对着我，把他那根软了的鸡巴往我屁股缝里蹭，一只手兜在我腰上。

等我快到那道坎的时候，我出声叫他把我箍紧了。他就真那么做了，还把他底下那坨东西往我身子里顶，拿下巴颏蹭着我的肩膀。等我泄出来的时候，他就那么死死箍着我，拿他身子蹭着我的身子，拿牙轻轻啃着我的肩膀。

四下里静得要命。我们就那么躺着，四条腿缠在一处，我拿后背冲着他。我们聊开了。他告诉我，他结了婚，他老婆眼儿子都住在村子里。他们那地方的男人，大多爱跟岁数小些的男人耍。在卡拉奇，他那帮哥们儿时不常地寻着个肯叫一群男人轮的半大小子，完了他们就上哪个朋友屋里闹一场。我问他做过东没有。他先有点吞吞吐吐的，临了还是认了，说有过一两回，他跟几个朋友用的就是这间屋子。

“那是什么人？”我想知道，“你们几个人操他的？”

他们五个人。那小子是个官阶特别高的军官的儿子，才十六岁，照 Shams 讲，差不多是个人都能上手。我就开始脑补自己跟五个浑身是劲的男人待在一处，这一想，连自己都吓了一跳——竟觉着那主意骚得撩人。

“你们怎么寻着他的？”我追着问，脑子里头活脱脱就是那个十六岁的小子叫一群男人轮操的场面。这一想，倒把我自己底下那根东西想得撩起来了。我转过去冲着 Shams，把自己一条腿插进他两条腿中间。他半点没不乐意，倒拿他那两条有劲的腿把我的腿夹得死紧。

他又犹犹豫豫了一阵，才跟我讲了那桩事。

我跟那上校，跟了四年了。他人挺好，他太太待我也顶好。一开头，他们家里的活儿全是我干，我也睡在他们屋里。后来他们收养了个孩子，就把我换成了守夜的，又雇了个女人来干家里的活。这是大概三年前的事。在那之前，他们常不在家，他太太一去看娘家人就好几个月，撂下她男人一个人。

有一天晚上他太太不在，上校跟我说，他邀了两个朋友过来过夜，叫我把客房里的床铺好。还嘱咐我替他们做晚饭。一个客人是个少校，三十五岁上下——比上校小五岁。另一个是个年纪轻轻的小子，也就十六岁。那小子，长得好看着呢。人瘦条条的，皮子雪白，差不多跟外国人似的，还长着一对蓝眼珠子，嘴唇红红的。他瞅着有点怯，话也不多。我当他是那少校的儿子。

那两个大人饭前先喝了酒，那小子倒跟他们在坐在一处，不怎么动弹。吃完了饭，我把东西全收下去，撇下他们在客厅里，自己回了那间我睡一张小床的屋子。

那准是凌晨两点了，我听见些动静，醒了。我听见上校那间卧房里头传来些古怪的响动，就爬起来想去看个究竟。刚走到门边上，我就听见有人笑了一声，跟着是那小子闷闷地哼了哼。那动静，听着倒不像是在受疼。跟着我又听见上校闷闷地一哼，嘴里说了句什么下流话。这明摆着是在操逼。我打定主意非要瞧个明白不可。他那间卧房有道落地长窗，开着，通到花园里。我就踮着脚尖溜进了花园，心里盼着那窗帘可别拉死了。还真没拉死。我站在一棵树后头，清清楚楚瞧见卧房里头的光景。

一张双人床上，那小子光着身子侧躺着。他背后就是上校，也光着，他那根老大的鸡巴在那小子的洞里一进一出。他一面嘴里闷闷地哼，一面还轻轻说着话。那小子那口洞，叫那根东西抻得豁开到不行，那根鸡巴就那么慢悠悠地滑进滑出。那少校歪在一边，他那根鸡巴操着那小子的嘴，拿它当屄使。他那根鸡巴也粗，那小子那张嘴险些吞不进它。那小子那副细条条、白白净净的身子，跟那两个大人那两副黑乎乎、一身肌肉、毛扎扎的身子，正正是个反照。那副景象，叫我底下那根东西一家伙就硬了，我就开始自己捋着自己那根鸡巴，一面瞅着那两个男人操那小子。

我瞅了老长老长的工夫。那两个男人先换了位置，跟着又换着架势操那小子。那小子从头到尾就那么软塌塌地挨着，由着他们想怎么弄就怎么弄。有一刻，那少校把他那根鸡巴从那小子的洞里拔出去，我可就瞧出来了，那口洞早叫操得不善了，还不光是那两个男人操的。这小子的那口骚屄真真是豁开来了，那洞口看着老大。

临了，我回了自己屋，临睡之前非得自己撸一回不可。第二天早上我在厨房里，那小子进来了。他瞅着乏透了，嘴唇也肿着。他身上披了件袍子，那腰带松松垮垮系着。我能瞧出来，他那袍子底下是光着的。他跟我要些水喝，我替他倒了。他就立在那儿喝着。他留意到我在瞧他，把我上上下下打量了一番，笑了笑，把一条腿搭在一张凳子上。那袍子敞开了，我能瞅见他光着的大腿，连底下裤裆那块也瞧的见。我管不住自己的眼，脑子里又把昨晚上瞧见的那些事过了一遍。我底下那根东西这就开始硬了。

那小子把自己那件袍子敞开了，就那么立在那儿，把他那副光溜溜、没毛的身子亮给我看。他那腰那叫一个窄，大腿那叫一个瘦。他那两颗奶头，小小的，粉粉的。我还能瞅见他脖子上那些嘬出来的印子。他把他那蓬屌毛也给刮了。

我死命咽了口唾沫，那对眼还是粘在上头没挪开。他挤了挤眼，朝我走过来。等走近了，他伸出手，隔着睡裤攥住我那根早硬了的鸡巴，揉开了。我就那么浑身僵着立在那儿，由着他怎么弄。临了，他引着我把他带到我自己那屋，在那屋里，我操了他。我操得死狠死狠的，可又兴奋又心慌，没撑过五分钟就泄了。

那小子跟着那少校走了，可隔三差五还是会回来，陪上校过夜。但凡逮着机会，他就勾着我来操他。我觉着他跟那上校提了我，那上校倒也乐得有个能吐露自己那点偷偷摸摸的营生的人。时不常地，他就跟我讲，又碰上了什么年轻男人，还叫我有什么事也跟他透底。有一两回，我给他寻了人来操他。到眼下，我们俩差不多跟朋友似的了，虽说我还算他雇的人。

有一回，趁那小子在上校那儿过了一夜之后，我把他领到自己屋里，也邀了几个朋友过来。我们足足折腾了好几个钟头，轮着操他。他爱死这个了，到如今还死催着我再给他铺排群交。

Shams 跟我讲完这桩事的时候，他那根东西早硬了，正戳在我肚子上。我那条腿死死地嵌在他两腿之间，他的一条腿倒宣示主权似的搭在我腿上，把我箍得紧紧的。他跟我讲那小子的时候，我脑子里就脑补着自己顶了那小子的位置，想着自己叫那帮男人拿来取乐子——那股子美意，真是受用得很。我底下那根东西也跟着硬起来了。

Shams 正摆好架势要下手，这当口，有人喊他的名字。他方才连门都没闩，那门猛一下就叫人推开了，有人闯了进来。那人一瞅见眼跟前这副景象，嗷地叫了一声，脚下立时就钉住了。我背冲着他，压根瞧不见他是谁。

我跟 Shams 两个全凭本能应了这一下。我们俩的身子一激灵，我把脸藏起来，死死扒着 Shams 那毛扎扎的胸口。他把我箍紧了，手飞快地一动，扯过条床单来把我们俩盖住了。他明摆着认得那闯进来的人；他脸上半点没显出意外，也没显出慌。他拿那副随随便便、热热乎乎的嗓门招呼了那人，叫他先在外头等分把来钟。那人照做了，出去了。

Shams 转过来冲着我，说：“我也不知道他今儿个过来。他跟我特别近，我在他跟前没什么秘密。到这会，他怕是不肯走了；他也想操你了。你要是心里不得劲呢，我只得瞎编个由头，可想叫他信怕是不易。再说，你要是心里不碍事呢……”Shams 脸上那副笑，是心里头门儿清，一面看着我的眼。

我心里是明白的，可也有点乱。有一面的我，想着抽身就算了；可另一面的我呢，叫这个情境底下跟两个男人耍的那股子想头，搔得心里痒痒的。我心里头琢磨，到底是不是 Shams 特意铺排这个人过来的，后头是不是还接着有人要来。我问我自己，这是不是照着他们拿那个小子铺排的那一出，要重来一场。我瞅着 Shams，可从他脸上什么也读不出来。我开口问了：“就他一个，还是还有别人？”

Shams 笑了笑：“别当是我铺排的。可我那朋友要是想再叫些人，他也能叫来人。你想那样吗？”

“别，别。求你，可既然你朋友都来了……”我这句话没往下说完。Shams 笑了笑，拿床单把我兜着，扬声喊他朋友进来。

进屋来的那男人，比 Shams 矮，也比 Shams 看着年纪轻些。他穿的也是那一套传统衣裳，蓄着一把修得短短的络腮胡，头发也短。他那对眼，又刁又细，鼻梁挺高。跟好些帕坦人一样，看着就是一股子又凶又糙的劲儿。

Shams 跟新来的那人拿他们自个儿的母语扯了一阵。过了一阵，事算是说妥了，他脱了衬衫，亮出一副发育得挺好的身子——宽宽的胸口往下收成一道窄腰。他那条宽松裤子那层褶子底下，我已经瞅见鼓着一包东西。他飞快地解了裤腰上的绳子，把裤子往下一褪，光着腿迈了出来。在 Shams 眼跟前光着身子，他是半点不自在也没有。他一直拿眼盯着我。跟着他捋起自己的那根鸡巴来，那东西眼看着就硬了。那根东西生得挺秀气，尺寸也不赖，从一丛修过的毛里支出来。没多会儿，他那根鸡巴就硬透了，直直对着我。Shams 拿普什图话说了句什么，他笑了笑。他跟着凑过来，挨着我们俩坐下了。

没多大会儿工夫，他就想从侧边往我里头进，这当口 Shams 正把我的腿举得老高，用手兜在我膝盖底下。我听见他那朋友啐了口唾沫，又过了一会儿，就觉出他那根鸡巴的头蹭在我那洞口上头。他往我那口骚屄里先捅了根手指头，想探个实落，完了把那根手指头拔出来，跟着就把他那根鸡巴使了点蛮力往里一推。我倒抽了口气。他那根鸡巴比我想的还要粗。他又往里推了推，Shams 那边又帮了把手，把我那条腿举得更高了些，叫他那根东西往里进。我能觉出他那整根棍子全捅进我那口骚屄里了。Shams 早拿自己灌在里头的精替我当了润滑，所以他这朋友不费什么劲就到了他要攻的那块地儿。他嘴里说了句什么，Shams 笑了笑，点了点头。他这会子早硬得跟石头一样了，正拿他那根鸡巴在我肚子上蹭。我底下那根东西也硬了。我攥住我们俩的鸡巴，一块儿捋起来。过了一阵，他把自己身子往上拖了拖，一直拖到他那根鸡巴正对着我的脸。我把嘴张开了，他立时就拿那根东西塞了满满一嘴。

他那朋友——我到末了也不知道他叫什么——接着拿那一下下捅得死深死深的趟子操着我，一只手兜在我腰上箍着我。到这会儿，他把我的腿举得老高。我那股子美意，真是说也说不清，叫这两个浑身是劲的男人这么分着用着，倒像是拿我身子把他们俩拴得更紧了。我心底有一面，开始脑补起别的朋友也掺和进来，在边上瞅着我们。我底下那根东西到这会儿硬得不行，正往外漏着骚水儿。

“我这会儿想操他了。”Shams 说，那嗓门叫淫欲坠得沉沉的。他那朋友咕咕哝哝的，可我能觉出来，他是慢下来了，跟着把他那根家伙拔了出去。他坐起来，把 Shams 叫过去。他们俩换了位置。Shams 这会子在我里头了，他那根鸡巴正一进一出慢悠悠地抽送着；他那朋友倒换到了我脸前头来。他那根鸡巴，从我那口骚屄里抽出来，又捅进了我嘴里，一下一下有节有拍地操着我这张嘴。我能瞧出来，他那大腿又壮实又秀气，还长着一副蜜桃似的屁股。我伸出手去，攥住他的屁股。那两瓣肉，又硬又全是肌肉，他那根鸡巴一下下操着我这张嘴，全仗着这两瓣屁股一下下送出来的劲。

差不多一个钟头的工夫，Shams 跟他那朋友就这么轮着操我。他们照着狗爬式操我，完了 Shams 那朋友又平躺到床上，叫我骑在他那根鸡巴上头。我就那么软塌塌地听他们吩咐，觉着自己活像个奴才。他们那两副又硬又全是肌肉的身子叫汗浸得亮闪闪的，一面还是没停没歇地操着我，拿我这张嘴当屄使。

那朋友头一个泄了，泄在我那口骚屄里头。他那泡货，足足泄了好一阵子。有些顺着我大腿往下淌。他整个人坍在我身上，他那副分量把我钉死在床上。我能觉出他那副滚烫、全是肌肉的身子压着我，他那根鸡巴还埋在我里头。Shams 瞅着他，手上捋着自己那根鸡巴，那东西看着红通通的，凶巴巴的，饿巴巴地馋着我那口骚屄。那朋友刚把他那根半硬不软的鸡巴从我那口骚屄里拔出去，Shams 差不多立时就又重新捅了进来，这回操得真真是死狠死狠的，一直操到他在我身子里泄出来，他那泡精跟我那朋友的精在我那口骚屄里汇到了一处。没多大工夫，他就把他那根还硬着的家伙拔了出去，就那么撇下我撅在那儿，屁股撅在半空里，往外淌着两个男人的精。Shams 跟着拿床单替我擦了擦。他那朋友嘴里说了句什么，笑了。Shams 挂着笑替他译了：“我那朋友说，我犯不上费这功夫，反正你又怀不上种。”

我懒得爬起来，跟这两个模样招人、身子也好看、鸡巴又馋巴巴的男人待在一处，那股子美意，真真舍不得丢开。他们重新穿衣裳的当口，我就那么一直拿眼打量他们那两副身子。那朋友坐到那把椅子上，点了根烟；Shams 倒去寻了几件衣裳来穿。我总算爬起来，把自己的衣裳也套上了。Shams 那朋友还是不住地拿眼瞧我，跟着招招手，叫我过去坐在他大腿上。我坐了，他把我箍得紧紧的，把他的烟递给我。我伸出手臂搂住他的脖子，想亲他，他倒不想那样。

Shams 说：“我瞧再闹一轮是不赶趟了。咱们该走了。”我叹了口气，站起来预备走了。

“咱们多早晚再碰头？”我问。

“单是跟我，还是跟我们俩？”Shams 问这话的时候龇着牙乐。

“随你定。”我说着，把胳膊一敞。

这当口他正了正色，求我把方才他跟我讲的那桩事烂在肚子里。跟着他又笑了笑，问我：“你想见见那上校不？”

我这颗心立时就擂开了。Shams 瞧出我脸上那副模样，说：“我跟他提提你。可我跟他提的时候，不跟他讲你住哪儿，也不跟他讲你是谁。他要是也有那个意思，我再告诉你，成吧？”我就只点了点头，抱了抱那两个朋友，完事就出了门，下了楼。没人留意到我跑出去过。我进了自己屋，冲了个澡，换了身衣裳。