A Hot Holiday in Pakistan - Chapter 2

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A Hot Holiday In Pakistan - Part 2

Thanks for the great response to the first part of my story!

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Wednesday

Next morning I had breakfast and went for a walk near the hotel. It was a busy suburban area with shops, food stalls and lots people busily shopping. Traffic was heavy and unpredictable and I avoided crossing roads as much as I could.

I met Arif at 11 on the steps of the hotel. As well as remembering to bring the lube, I had stuffed half a roll of toilet paper in my shoulder bag. From experience while travelling in India it had been a good idea to do that in case you needed to go to the toilet while out and about.

Arif hailed an auto rickshaw and we trundled off along the busy main road and then turned left onto a bumpy secondary road. After about 5 minutes we stopped at what turned out to be Arif's electrical store.

It really was just walking distance from my hotel but not an easy walk with the crowded footpaths. I had found in India that auto rickshaws were cheap to hire so it wasn't worth the hassle of trying to walk to a destination. It was clearly the same in Pakistan.

Arif's shop was small but brightly lit and new- looking. It was full of stock on rows of shelves that were as high as the ceiling. There were two rotating fans spinning at high speed above the counter area but the shop was also cooled by air-conditioning. Behind the counter was a partition separating the selling area from what I supposed was a stock room through a curtained doorway.

I was introduced to his assistant, a young man of about 20 named Vimal. Arif advised that we would go out shortly for lunch together and then he would take me to see a local market.

He suggested I wait in the stock room but I decided I would like to have a look at what he was selling first, so he showed me around. The store was very quiet with only one customer checking something out in one of the rows. After a few minutes he mentioned going into the stock room to wait again and it felt like a bit of a hint so I thought I should do as he asked.

He showed me in, adjusted the doorway curtain to make sure it was fully closed and then immediately started kissing me, pulling at my shirt buttons and massaging my cock through my pants. He had me naked very quickly but only dropped his pants down around his ankles. He asked for my lube and I got it out of my bag and handed it to him. He got me to bend over a table and started fucking me deep and quite hard. I was a bit nervous about there being just a curtain on the doorway and looked to the left over my shoulder. His assistant, Vimal, was peeking in through the edge of the curtain but disappeared when he realised I could see him.

It was a good, intense fuck and Arif soon shot a nice hot load into my ass. He found a cleaning cloth which he ran under a tap over a hand basin and handed it to me. While using it I quietly mentioned that his assistant was watching while we were fucking. He told me not to worry and, after cleaning himself and straightening his clothing, he disappeared out into the shop. I had hardly finished dressing before he came back through the curtain with his assistant.

'Vimal is horny too', said Arif and, indeed, he was already unzipping his pants. Arif went back out into the shop to mind the counter, I suppose. Vimal got his hard cock out and pointed to it and gave me a dazzling smile. He was quite good-looking, which was good. I assumed he wanted me to suck his cock so I got down on my knees and let him put it in my mouth. It was a nice thick cock and burning hot. He fucked my mouth steadily and I only got to suck for a few minutes before he filled my mouth with a huge load.

He picked up a small bucket off a shelf and offered it me but I indicated that I had swallowed it already. He looked very surprised but then gave me that dazzling smile again as he put his cock back in his pants.

I thought that was it for now but he reached out and started undoing the belt of my pants. I let him pull my zipper down and then he pulled my pants down as well. He groped my cock and balls and ran his hands over the hair on my lower belly. Then he got me to turn round and bend over the table and he gently explored my asshole with his finger while murmuring quietly to himself. After that, he stood up and turned me around and indicated that I should pull my pants up. Another dazzling smile and he disappeared back into the shop.

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Arif reappeared after a few minutes and, smiling, asked if I enjoyed Vimal. I replied that I thought he would fuck me but only shot his load into my mouth.

'Yes, I was watching' said Arif. 'He was excited that you swallowed it. It is unusual to see that. If you like it I can get more guys who would really enjoy you doing it to them.' That sounded fun!

Arif and I then left the shop and walked to a nearby restaurant where he was greeted as an old friend by the owner and a couple of the waiters. The food was great and the manager came to sit with us after we finished. He was probably in his early sixties, heavy-set and with a big black moustache that must have been dyed.

He and Arif chatted in a mix of Urdu and English but I could understand the sense of the conversation most of the time. After a particularly long stretch of Urdu, the manager got up and beckoned to me to go with him. I looked questioningly at Arif who indicated I should go. We went out through the busy kitchen and up some stairs at the back. At the top of the stairs, we went into what seemed to be a fully self- contained small apartment.

As soon as he shut the door he embraced me in a strong bear hug but didn't kiss me. He took me through to a bedroom and started to undress me. I helped and was soon naked. He also undressed and, in another long bear hug, rubbed his very hairy body up against mine. His thick cock was about 7 inches and rock hard and felt quite wet as well. I crouched down and sucked him. He was producing a copious amount of precum which tasted sweet. Then he lifted me up and kissed me passionately while I played with his cock.

He got me to lie face down on the edge of the bed with my feel still on the floor and rubbed his dripping cock up and down over my asshole until it was feeling quite slick. Then he pushed it in right up to his balls in one strong thrust, which took my breath away. The thickness and heat was very exciting and then he fucked me steadily, holding onto my shoulders. Soon he started breathing very heavily and I could feel him filling my hole with his load. When he finished he pulled out and got a towel and wiped my ass and then his cock.

'You are a very nice man', he said. I suppose I was, letting him do that after just having met him!

We went downstairs and back into the restaurant where Arif was standing and waiting for me.

'You enjoy his cock?' he asked. I nodded and he said, 'The waiter wants to fuck you, too. He has a very big cock. I want to see him do it to you. Maybe tomorrow, OK?'

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We took another auto rickshaw for a very bumpy 10 minute ride over potholed roads to a vast market. It was a mixture of open air stalls and permanent shops selling everything from clothing and furniture to livestock and every type of food imaginable. It was very crowded and colourful and there was something interesting to see every step of the way.

It seemed chaotic but you soon realised that there were generally distinct areas for particular kinds of goods - rows and rows of stalls and shops selling leather goods, another area offering mostly clothing and so on.

Arif explained that we were going to the bird-selling area. He said it was well-known to be a profession that gay men often worked in so it should be easier to meet guys there.

'If they have a shop they will fuck you here', he said, 'but otherwise we can invite them to my shop later'.

As we walked amongst the stalls I couldn't help noticing that there were many handsome men of all ages working there. They were very friendly, too. If they caught your eye they would call out greetings, probably hoping to attract a sale. No- one was being aggressive about this, though.

You could hear the noise from the bird-selling area long before we actually got there. Roosters were crowing loudly and there were lots of other unfamiliar bird calls as well. Many of the shops were open-air stalls, stacked high with birds in cages. Smaller birds like canaries and finches were being sold in rows of enclosed shops. Arif headed for these.

He explained that we would go in to the shops and browse and he would watch to see if a seller was showing interest in me. He would check with me if I liked the guy and then he would see if he could organise something. I felt a bit out of my depth and I think Arif could sense my unease.

'Don't worry,' he said. 'I have done this before for other friends. It will be easy.' All I could do was trust him. He asked me to give him the tube of lube out of my bag and he put it in his pocket.

We went into several shops before Arif nudged me.

'This guy', he said.

The guy behind the counter appeared to be in his early 30s and was good-looking with a neat and short black beard. He looked at us, smiled and came over. We shook hands and his warm smile put me more at ease. Arif spoke quietly to him in Urdu and the guy was nodding. At a certain point in their discussion, the guy looked at me very intently for a moment and then gave me a very broad smile. He spoke some more with Arif who then turned to me.

'He wants you', said Arif. 'We will go with him, ok?' I nodded, my heart thumping in my chest.

The guy went over to an assistant and spoke to him briefly and then returned. He beckoned us to follow him and we went behind the counter into a very messy windowless room that seemed to be part stock room and part living quarters. Mercifully there was a door and he closed and locked it behind us.

Arif sat down on a chair and the bird seller immediately pulled his pants down in front of me, producing a big hard cock that was about 8 inches long and quite thick. He indicated I should undress which I quickly did.

He then ran his hands all over me, turned me around and fingered my ass. Then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close, his hot cock pressed up against my ass. His breath on my neck was exciting. Releasing me, he turned me around and pushed me gently down by my shoulders and I put his cock in my mouth and sucked it, running my hands over his nicely hairy behind and down the backs of his equally hairy legs.

He kept trying to push his cock deeper into my mouth but it was quite thick and not an easy fit. While sucking, I started exploring his belly and chest under his shirt. He was very hairy and I wished he would take his shirt off so I could see everything. He must have read my mind because he undid the buttons on his shirt and flung it aside. He was a really hot looking man and hairy all over, including his back.

He kicked his pants off from around his ankles and reached down, lifted me up and led me to a bed and got me to lie on my back. Arif offered the lube to him and he put some on his cock and also into my asshole gently with his finger. Then he lifted my legs back and pushed the head of his cock into my hole. The thickness was very noticeable as he pushed it in deeper but I felt OK with it and he was soon right up to his balls inside me. He leaned forward and started kissing me as he fucked with long, slow strokes. It felt great. I also wondered if he could tell I'd already been fucked earlier.

I looked over his shoulder at Arif who was sitting in a good position to be able watch the penetration from behind. He grinned and gave me a thumbs up.

The bird seller kept on kissing me passionately as he fucked faster. His large cock felt great inside me. He suddenly started pounding my ass really hard, groaned and shot his load strongly inside me. It seemed like it was a very big load and it felt wonderful!

He kissed me some more and then pulled his still hard cock out of my ass. I could feel a lot of cum pouring out as he withdrew. He grabbed a towel for me from the table next to the bed.

He then pointed to a bathroom, which I was grateful for. I used the toilet, which had become an urgent need after that heavy load he'd filled me with and, no doubt, the load from the manager at the restaurant earlier. I was also able to wash and dry my ass afterwards.

When I came out of the bathroom he was already dressed but he kept on hugging me as I dressed and spoke excitedly, mostly to Arif in Urdu. Finally he kissed me passionately one last time and then unlocked the door and we said goodbye. I don't recall if I was ever told what his name was.

Outside the store, Arif said that the guy told him that he liked me a lot and wanted to meet me again. I told Arif it was a great fuck and he was a hot-looking man and I would be very happy to see him again. Arif replied that there would probably not be enough time to come back as there were many others to meet that I might like more than him!

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巴基斯坦火辣假期——第二章

作者：Gary Morgan 2020 年 6 月 29 日

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感谢大伙对我故事第一部分的回响，真他妈热烈！

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星期三

第二天早上，我吃了早饭，到酒店附近走了走。那地方是个闹哄哄的郊区，店铺、小吃摊、挤来挤去买东西的人，到处是。车流又猛又没规矩，我尽量躲着不过马路。

十一点，我在酒店台阶上碰见了 Arif。除了记着把那管润滑油带上，我还往挎包里塞了半卷厕纸。从前在印度跑的时候攒下的经验——在外头逛，万一要上茅房，手里有纸总归踏实。

Arif 招手叫了辆突突车，我们就顺着那条闹哄哄的主路摇摇晃晃地开，然后往左一拐，上了条坑坑洼洼的偏路。大概五分钟，车停在了他那家电器铺子门口。这地方，其实从我那酒店腿儿着就能到，可人行道上人挤人，真走起来够呛。我在印度那会儿就发现，雇辆突突车便宜得很，犯不上费牛劲走着去。搁巴基斯坦，看来也是一回事。

Arif 的铺子不大，可灯光明亮，看着挺新。货架一排排顶到天花板，上头堆满了东西。柜台区上头有两台吊扇疯了似的呼呼转着，可铺子里还开着空调，凉飕飕的。柜台后头有面隔断，把卖场跟一个我猜是库房的里间分开，门口挂了道帘子。

他给我引见了他的伙计，一个二十来岁的小子，叫 Vimal。Arif 说我们过会儿一块儿出去吃午饭，然后他再带我去看个本地市集。他叫我在库房里等，可我想先瞅瞅他卖的是什么玩意儿，他就领着我四下转了转。铺子里挺冷清，就一个客人猫在一排货架里看着什么。过了几分钟，他又提起叫我进库房里等着，我听着像个暗示，就觉着还是照他说的办好。

他把我领进去，整了整门口的帘子，确保遮严实了，跟着立马开始亲我，一边扯我衬衫扣子，一边隔着裤子揉搓我的鸡巴。没两下就把我剥得精光，他自己却只把裤子褪到脚脖子上。他跟我要润滑油，我从包里掏出来递给他。他让我弯下腰趴在桌子上，跟着就开始操我，一下下又深又狠。我心里有点发毛，因为门口就一道帘子遮着，就扭头往左看了看。他那伙计 Vimal，正从帘子缝里偷瞄，可一发觉我瞅见他了，立马缩了回去。

这一炮又爽又烈，没多会儿 Arif 就把一泡滚烫的精液全灌进了我屁眼里。他找了块抹布，在水槽上头冲了冲递给我。我擦着的时候，压低了声跟他提了句，他那伙计趁我们操的时候在偷看。他跟我说甭担心，把他自己擦干净、把衣裳拾掇利索之后，就一闪身回铺面去了。我这衣裳还没穿利索，他就又掀帘子进来了，后头跟着他那伙计。

“Vimal 也憋着骚呢，”Arif 说。果不其然，那小子已经在解裤子拉链了。Arif 又回了铺面去照看柜台，我估摸着。Vimal 把他那根硬鸡巴掏出来，指了指，冲我亮了个能把人眼晃瞎的灿烂笑脸。他长得相当不赖，这倒挺好。我猜他是想让我给他嘬屌，就跪下来，让他把那玩意儿塞进我嘴里。那是根不赖的粗鸡巴，烫得烧手。他稳稳地操着我的嘴，我才嘬了几分钟，他就灌了我满满一嘴的浓精。

他从架子上抄起一个小桶递给我，可我比划了比划，告诉他我已经全咽下去了。他脸上那股子惊愣劲儿，甭提多好笑了，可跟着又亮出那副灿烂笑脸，把他那根鸡巴塞回裤子里去了。

我正想着这就完事了，结果他伸手过来，开始解我的皮带。我由着他拉下拉链，跟着连裤子也给我褪了下去。他拿手在我鸡巴和卵蛋上胡撸了一气，又在我小肚子那片毛上头来回摸。跟着他叫我转过身去，弯下腰趴在桌子上，拿手指头轻轻探着我那屁眼子，嘴里还咕咕哝哝地自言自语。之后他站起来，把我身子扳回来，比划着叫我提上裤子。又是那副灿烂笑脸，人就一闪身回铺子里去了。

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过了几分钟，Arif 回来了，笑嘻嘻地问我，跟 Vimal 弄得舒坦不。我回他说，我本以为他要操我，结果只把那一泡射在了我嘴里。

“是，我一直看着呢，”Arif 说。“你把那泡咽下去的时候，把他给撩得不轻。这可不容易见着。你要是喜欢，我还能再给你寻摸些男人，他们准保爱死了你这么给他们弄。”听着真他妈来劲！

我跟 Arif 跟着出了铺子，走路去了边上一家馆子。那馆子的老板，连带几个跑堂的，都拿他当老朋侪那么招呼。吃食真不赖，吃完了饭，那经理过来挨着我们坐下。他大概六十出头，身板又壮又敦实，挂着两撇老大的黑八字胡，准是染过的。

他跟 Arif 拿乌尔都语掺着英文聊着，可大半时候，我都能闹懂他们在谈什么。长长一通乌尔都语过后，那经理站起来，招手叫我跟他走。我拿问询的眼神看了看 Arif，他比划着叫我去。我们穿过闹哄哄的厨房，从后头的楼梯上了楼。到了楼梯顶，我们进的，看着像是一套独门独户的小公寓。

他一关上身后那扇门，就把我箍进了一个死紧的熊抱里，可没亲我。他把我带进一间卧室，开始脱我衣裳。我搭了把手，没两下就光溜溜了。他也把自己的衣裳脱了，又是另一个长长的熊抱，拿他那满是毛的肉身子，实实地贴着我蹭。他那根粗鸡巴，大概七寸，硬得跟石头似的，摸起来还湿答答的。我蹲下来，给他嘬。他那前列腺液淌得贼多，尝着甜丝丝的。跟着他把我捞起来，死死地亲我，我这边手里还玩着他的鸡巴。

他叫我脸朝下躺在床沿上，脚还踩着地，拿他那根正往下淌水儿的鸡巴，在我屁眼上头来回地蹭，一直蹭到那地方滑溜溜的。跟着他猛地一挺腰，就那么一下，把他那根鸡巴齐根全捅了进去，卵蛋都贴上来了，那一下，把我操得倒抽一口气。那粗墩墩的、滚烫烫的劲头，撩得人浑身发烫，跟着他就稳稳地操起我来，两只手抓着我的肩膀。没多会儿，他开始粗声牛喘，我就觉出他正往我洞里灌他那泡精。他完事了，拔出去，拿条手巾先擦了我的屁股，再擦了他那根鸡巴。

“你这人真不赖，”他说。我琢磨着，也是，才刚认识，就由着他这么弄了！

我们下了楼，又回到馆子里，Arif 正站着等我。

“他那根鸡巴受用不？”他问。我点点头，他跟着就说，“那跑堂的也想操你。他那根鸡巴特别大。我想看他怎么操你。就明天，行吧？”

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我们又搭了辆突突车，在那坑坑洼洼的破路上颠了将近十分钟，到了一处大得没边的市集。那地方，露天摊子跟正经店铺搅在一处，卖什么的都有——衣裳、家具、活牲口，还有你能想得出来的五花八门的吃食。挤得要命，颜色也热闹得要命，每走一步，都能瞅见点新鲜玩意儿。

瞧着是乱成一锅粥，可你慢慢就品出来了，哪类东西，就归在哪片地界上——一长排一长排的摊子和铺子专卖皮货，另一片呢，大多挂着衣裳，这么往下数。

Arif 跟我解释，说我们要去卖鸟儿的那片地界。他说那地方有个名声，好些基佬男人都在那行当里讨活计，所以要勾搭上人，在那地方该容易些。

“要是他们有自己的店，当场就能在这儿操你，”他说，“要是没有，我们也能把他们邀到我铺子里去，回头再弄。”

我们穿摊子走的时候，我管不住自己的眼——那儿干活的，什么岁数的英俊男人都有。他们也客气得不行。要是跟你对上眼了，他们就会亮开嗓子招呼，八成是想着能多揽一笔买卖。不过倒也没人硬来，这点还好。

还没到那地方，卖鸟的那片地界闹出来的响动，就先灌了满耳朵。公鸡们扯着嗓子死命地嚎，还有好些没听过的别的鸟叫。好些店铺，就是敞天的摊子，鸟笼子摞得老高。像金丝雀啊、雀科鸣鸟这类小些的鸟儿，是在一排排全封起来的铺子里卖的。Arif 就是奔着这些去的。

他跟我解释，说我们就这么进到铺子里闲逛，他在边上瞅着，看哪个卖主对我有那意思。等看准了，他会先问问我喜不喜欢那人，然后再看他能不能把事给操持成。我觉着自己心里有点没底，Arif 大概也瞧出来了。

“甭担心，”他说，“这事我从前替别的朋友办过，不难。”我也只能信着他了。他叫我把挎包里那管润滑油给他，他揣进了自己兜里。

我们逛了好几间铺子，Arif 才拿胳膊肘捅了捅我。

“就这家伙，”他说。

柜台后头那男人，看着三十刚出头，长得挺帅，蓄着一把利利落落的黑色短胡子。他抬眼看了看我们，笑了笑，走了过来。我们握了手，他那暖洋洋的笑模样，倒让我心里松快了些。Arif 拿乌尔都语压着声跟他说着，那人就直点头。他们那么说着说着，到了某个节骨眼上，那人拿眼珠子死死地打量了我一下，跟着冲我亮出一个满嘴满脸的笑。他又跟 Arif 说了一阵，Arif 才转过头来对着我。

“他想要你，”Arif 说。“我们跟他去，行吧？”我点点头，心在胸口里砰砰地擂。

那人走到一个伙计边上，匆匆交代了几句，又转了回来。他打手势叫我们跟着他，我们就绕到了柜台后头，进了一间乱糟糟、连扇窗都没有的屋子，看着又像库房，又像住人的地方。还算好，有扇门。他关上门，反锁上了。

Arif 在椅子上坐下，那卖鸟的立马就在我面前把裤子褪了下去，亮出一根老大的硬鸡巴，少说八寸长，还相当粗。他比划着叫我脱衣裳，我麻溜就照做了。

跟着他拿两只手把我浑身上下胡撸了个遍，把我转过身去，拿手指头捅了我的屁眼。然后他张开胳膊箍住我，把我搂得死紧，他那根滚烫的鸡巴就顶在我屁股上。他喷在我后脖颈上的呼吸，撩得人发慌。他松了我，把我身子又扳回来，轻轻按住我肩膀往下压，我就把他那根鸡巴含进嘴里嘬了起来，一面拿手在他那挺不赖的毛茸茸的屁股上来回摸，又顺着他两条同样毛扎扎的大腿往下摸。

他一直试着把他那根鸡巴往我嘴里更深里捅，可那东西是真粗，吞着费劲。一边嘬着，我一边拿手顺着他的肚子和胸口往上摸。他一身的毛，我真巴不得他赶紧把衬衫脱了，好让我瞧个光。他准是觉出了我的心思，因为他自己动手解了衬衫扣子，一把甩到了一边。他这人看着是真他妈辣，浑身上下哪儿都是毛，连后背上都是。

他把堆在脚脖子上的裤子蹬了，弯下腰，把我捞起来，带到一张床上，叫我仰面躺着。Arif 把润滑油递给他，他往自己鸡巴上抹了些，又拿手指头轻轻把油送进我屁眼里。跟着他把我两条腿往后一压，把他那根龟头顶在了我洞眼上。他往里推的时候，那粗墩墩的劲头可真是实打实的，可我觉着还成，没多会儿，他就把那根鸡巴齐根全捅了进来，卵蛋都贴上了。他往前一趴，一边亲着我，一边拿那又长又慢的节拍操着我。那滋味，真他妈美。我心里还琢磨着，他到底觉没觉出来，我这屁眼早些时候刚挨过操。

我越过他肩膀，往 Arif 那边看了一眼，他正坐在一个刚好的位置上，能从后头把那根鸡巴在我屁眼里一进一出的光景看个痛快。他龇牙一乐，冲我竖了竖大拇指。

那卖鸟的还在一面发了疯似的亲我，一面操得更快了些。他那根大鸡巴待在我里头，滋味真真绝了。忽然间，他开始拼了命地往我屁股里猛捣，闷嚎了一声，跟着就把那泡精死命地射进了我身子里。那泡精的量像是大得吓人，那滋味，真他妈美得要命！

他又亲了我一阵，跟着把他那根还硬着的鸡巴，从我屁眼里拔了出去。他往外一抽，我就觉着老大一摊精液顺着我身子往外淌。他从床边桌上替我抄了条手巾。

跟着他指了指浴室，这真叫我感激不尽。我用了马桶——早先那馆子经理灌在我里头的他那泡老大的精，再加上刚挨的这一泡，我那泡尿存到现在，已经憋得不行了。完事，我还能把自己屁股洗洗干净擦干了。

我从浴室出来的时候，他已经穿好衣裳了，可还在我穿衣裳的时候不住地搂我，嘴里兴奋地跟 Arif 叽里呱啦说着，主要是乌尔都语。临了，他最后又狠狠亲了我一回，这才开了门锁，我们道了别。我到这会儿也记不起来，有没有人跟我说过他叫什么。

出了铺子，Arif 跟我说，那家伙跟他讲，他特别喜欢我，还想再见我。我跟 Arif 说，这一炮真他妈绝，他那人看着也辣，要是能再见他，我乐意得不行。Arif 回我说，多半是腾不出工夫再来了，因为还有好些别的人等着要见我，没准，我还能碰见比他更叫我称心的！

待续。

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