A Hot Holiday in Pakistan - Chapter 11

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A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 11

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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.

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巴基斯坦火辣假期——第十一章

作者：Gary Morgan 2020 年 7 月 29 日

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21

星期六

我大概早上八点醒的。昨晚上折腾到那么晚，这点儿醒也就不稀奇了。下了楼去吃早饭，回来的时候，瞅见 Kamran 正拿着行李在办退房。我走过去跟他道了声好。他瞧见我，高兴得不行。他跟我说，早先还往我屋里打过电话想道个别，没找着我，正懊着呢。他叫的出租车马上就到，可这当口，还没忘了跟我又提了一嘴，叫我到拉合尔去找他。我心里那股子劲，真是实打实地盼着能再见到这人。我挺喜欢他这人的，是真喜欢。

回到自己屋里，还有一阵子空当要打发，我就掏出手机查了查消息，又把网上的信件回了回。我跟人暗示说，我正四处逛着看那些美得不得了的景儿呢。我琢磨着，我认识的这帮人里，怕没谁乐意听我这些天真干了些什么！

十点钟，Zain 打了个电话来，问能不能上来看看我。他到了以后，先替昨晚上道了歉，可又说，我这边倒是白赚了一颗心去。我跟他讲，我也挺喜欢 Kamran 这人的，盼着哪一天还能再碰见他。

“我倒真盼着能亲眼瞅见他操你呢。”Zain 说这话的时候，那嗓子里头，腻得跟念诗似的。

他问我们能不能来场快的。离我该见 Arif 的点儿，还有的是工夫。我其实挺乐意跟 Zain 干那档子事，可就巴望着能腾出宽宽裕裕的工夫来，好好地弄上一回，别像这么急三火四的。他脱衣裳，我也飞快地把自己的衣裳扒了。他叫我先给他嘬了那么一小阵子，跟着拽过一把椅子来，叫我弯腰趴在上头，两手攥着两边扶手。我把我那管润滑油递给他，他就把那根鸡巴楔进我屁股里，挺狠地操了起来。他这回没耗多大工夫就泄了，那泡东西往我身子里滋的时候，滋味是真他妈舒坦。他拔了出去，在浴室里拿条手巾擦了擦他那根家伙，跟我说今儿个夜里晚些时候再来看我。

等他走了，我麻溜地收拾了收拾，又冲了个澡，离 Arif 该来的点，还有的是工夫。

我提前了五分钟下楼，到了酒店正门，Arif 早在那儿等着了。今儿个他是开着自己车来的。我们走到他车边上，我才瞅见他叔叔 Nadeem，正窝在车里等着呢。他热乎乎地跟我打了招呼，能再看见他，我也是打心底里高兴。

“今儿个，我们要带你干些不寻常的事，保管是你从来没经过的。你非得信我们不可，成吧？”Arif 说。得，这又是一头扎进那摸不着底的去处了！

我们在乱成一锅粥的车流里开了差不多三十分钟，末了停在一片挤得严严实实的老房子中间。那地方，头顶上的电线缠得活像一堆堆要人命的乱麻。跟往常一样，Arif 掏了几个零钱打发几个小孩替他看着车。我们就这么钻进了一片楼与楼之间迷宫似的窄过道里。那路窄得，车是压根别想开进去。

我们走了大概十分钟。那地方人挤得要命，全在忙着各自的事，我们往前挪得也就慢了。我们在路边一个摊子上停下来灌了杯咖啡，Arif 这才跟我交了底，说我们要往哪儿去。

“我替你寻摸了些男人，保管你觉得有滋有味，跟从前那些全不一样。”他说。“我找了 Nadeem 问主意，他叫我们往他朋友 Samir 那儿走一趟。我跟这人没碰过面，可我在照片上见过他。”

“我打包票，你肯定没碰上过像他这样的人，”Nadeem 脸上挂着笑，说道。“保管叫你玩得高兴，我跟你下这保。”这下子，我这心又擂得山响了！

又走了几分钟，Nadeem 把我们领进了一栋又旧又破的公寓楼的走廊里。楼梯上几个孩子正拿个球闹得天翻地覆。

我们穿过楼梯旁边那条黑黢黢的走廊，Nadeem 敲了敲靠里的一扇门。门开了，出来一个头上缠着头巾的上岁数男人。得，这就是 Samir 了？Nadeem 替我跟他引见了。这人瞅着比他的岁数要老相些，那张饱经风霜的脸，一看就是长年累月在日头底下讨生活的。可他这人，倒也不算不招人——他那双眼，亮得跟锥子似的，一把胡子修得整整齐齐，再搭上那顶白得晃眼的头巾。Nadeem 说得没错——这么透着异域风情的人，我从前是真真没碰见过。我心里头，那股子痒痒的盼头，别提多大了。

他把我们让进他那间又小又利整的屋子。那屋子看着就是个单睡觉的地儿。就只一扇窗，还叫厚厚的帘子遮得严严实实。他把顶上的灯开了，那灯罩子倒是描金画凤的，可惜蒙着一层灰，倒给屋里投下这么一片暖暖的光。屋里头，除了那张单人床，就只摆着两把椅子，一张小桌，墙上还钉着几个柜子。几件衣裳挂在墙上的钩子上，桌子上搁着个电热炉。这么一间屋，四个人挤在里头，真是转个身都难。

Samir 热乎乎地握了我的手，说了句：“欢迎，你，喝茶。”那是英文，可带着老重的口音。那声气，倒不像在问，是实打实的定论，我就点了点头。他指指椅子，又指指床，我们就坐下了。

他把水灌进一把旧壶里，搁到电热炉上烧着。趁着从柜子里往外掏茶杯茶壶的当口，他拿乌尔都语跟 Arif 和 Nadeem 说了阵话。他们俩全笑了，Samir 也跟着吃吃地笑。

Arif 转过身来对着我，说：“他说，你准保是个坏得淌水的男人，他就盼着自己没猜错。”

我一听这话也笑开了，说了句：“是，坏透了，就单为你坏。”

Samir 又吃吃笑了，一面拿勺子从个铁罐里舀出茶叶，搁进茶壶里，就那么等着。等那壶水烧开了，他替我们沏了茶。

Samir 挨着 Nadeem 在床沿上坐下，我们喝茶的工夫，他问起我在老家那边的活儿。他英文倒也能讲，算是够用了，可时不时也有听不明白的时候，我就得把话说得简单些，遇上他实在听不懂了，Arif 就在边上替他译了。能跟他搭上话，我心里头也觉着更松快了些，他人倒真是叫我松下了心。

我们喝完了茶，他拿乌尔都语跟 Nadeem 和 Arif 短短说了几句。Arif 转过身来跟我解释，说 Samir 问，他操我的时候能不能不戴套子。我点了点头，Samir 立马跟个孩子似的，欢欢喜喜搓着两只手，冲我亮出一个老大的笑脸。他又跟 Arif 说了几句。

“他叫你这就脱了衣裳，好叫他瞧瞧你的身子。”Arif 说。

心里多少有点不自在，可我还是站起来，把衬衫脱了。Samir 接了过去，自己也站起来，伸出手，把它齐齐整整挂在一个空着的挂钩上。跟着我又脱了鞋袜，再脱了裤子，他也都替我挂好了。他就那么站着没动，嘴里不住地发出些哼哼唧唧的闷响，像是在替我鼓劲，又比划着叫我转过身去。

“不赖，”他说，“真真不赖。”

他伸出手来，顺着我的屁股摸过去，跟着就把我那条内裤往下一褪。我从里头迈了出来，转过身。他把我那条内裤抓在手里，翻出裤裆那一片，凑到鼻子上死命地、长长地嗅了一通，叹了口气，这才把它也跟我别的衣裳挂在一块儿了。

他朝着我那根正一寸一寸硬起来的鸡巴摸了一把，又掂了掂我那对卵蛋。他这手摸上来倒是轻柔，可惜做苦活儿做得太久了，那双手糙得不行。他把我转了过去，掰开我那两瓣屁股蛋子，那根手指头在我洞眼上轻轻巧巧地探着，嘴里一直自言自语，没断过声。跟着他蹲下来，把舌头杵进我那片洞里，贪巴巴地又嘬又舔。我朝 Arif 瞅了一眼，他正冲我笑，明摆着是眼前这一出叫他看得受用得很。Nadeem 也还是那副老挂在脸上的笑模样，瞅得紧紧的。

Samir 又把我转回来，嘬了我的鸡巴，又舔了我的卵蛋。跟着他站起来，解了衬衫扣子，把衬衫脱了。他胸口上的毛，就只算适中，搁他这个岁数，身子板儿倒还真是保持得不赖，只可惜那身皮子，叫长年累月的日头晒得跟老皮革似的。跟着他又把外裤跟内裤一褪到底，亮出一根老大的硬鸡巴。那东西，我看快有九寸长了，还死粗死粗的。Arif 那两根眉毛嗖地就挑了上去，我自己的，也一样。

Samir 比划着叫我嘬它，我就蹲跪下去，给他嘬了。那上头滴滴答答往外冒着老多前列腺液，尝着甜丝丝的。我一面给他嘬着，一面拿手探着他的卵蛋，手指头又在他肚子上、还有鸡巴边上那一圈毛里来回划拉——他那些毛，还真是多得吓人一跳。他屁股上也毛扎扎的。我给他嘬着的时候，他嘴里的闷哼就没停过，看来我这弄法，正合他的意。

跟着他比划着叫 Nadeem 挪到我刚空出来的那把椅子上去，又叫我仰面躺到床上去。他把我摆弄了摆弄，好叫我的屁股正正搁在床沿最底下，跟着架起我的两条腿。他往我洞眼上啐了口唾沫，把它揉进去，又美美地拿嘴吃了我那地方一阵子。他每回一停，就又往我那洞眼上多啐一口唾沫，再拿那根手指头把它往深处里推。

他这么弄了好几回，才站起来，把我两条腿死命朝后压在我身上，拿他那根鸡巴，轻轻巧巧地往我那洞眼里顶。进去得倒真是出奇地容易——他往里推了那么多唾沫，帮了天大的忙，这一下就顺顺当当地进去了半根。他合上眼，闷闷地嚎了一声，跟着又往里头多送进去一些。那东西是真粗，我屁股叫它撑得那副抻开的劲，真是撩死个人。

他临了又把那根鸡巴整根全拔了出去，自己重新蹲下来，还是照样把我的腿朝后压着没松手，往我洞眼上啐了口唾沫，又吸溜了一阵子。这主儿，真真是个吃屁股的绝顶好手！跟着他站起来，又往自己手上啐了口唾沫，蹭在鸡巴上，把它重新杵进我那洞眼里。这一回，他是一竿子齐根全捅了进去，连卵蛋都贴上了。这一下，顶得我气都倒不上来了。等他开始在我身子里动起来的时候，他把眼合上，闷嚎了一声，弓了弓后背。跟着他凑过身子，把我两条腿又朝后压了压，这一下，他的脸就罩在我正上方了。他盯着我，那双眼，那股子狠巴巴的劲头，再搭上他顶着那头巾的模样，瞅着真真辣得要了命。他就这么拿那根鸡巴，一下下稳稳当当地在我里头抽送。

我越过自己那两条腿，刚好能瞅见 Arif。他早把椅子挪了地方，这一下，就正正占在了瞧我被操那副光景的最好处。从后头看——这明摆着是他顶爱看的景儿！Nadeem 也从椅子上起来了，站在桌子边上，从一个偏角朝我们这边瞅着。跟往常那样，他脸上还是挂着那副笑模样，活像个宠着孙儿的爷爷，正瞅着我在干什么好事，心里头美得不行！

Samir 这么操了大概有五分钟，跟着拔了出去，又舔了我的屁股。他就这么操一阵、舔一阵，操一阵、舔一阵，从头到尾没换过速度。折腾了差不多有二十分钟。我倒是把他那尺寸也服帖下来了，正实实受用着他给我这番又美又深的操弄。

又过了不大一会儿，一点动静没有，他忽然停了操，可那对眼还是死死地钉在我身上。我这才回过味来，他正不声不响地往外泄呢，我能清清楚楚觉出那东西在我屁股深处一下下猛滋着。

他跟着笑了笑，把那根鸡巴拔了出去。他把我那洞眼掰开了，亮给 Nadeem 看。

“好多崽子，是？”Samir 说。

Nadeem 凑上来瞧了瞧，又拿手指探了探，应了声是。Arif 自然也非得凑过来好好看个够不可。

Samir 又把我那屁股让给了 Nadeem，Nadeem 这就急巴巴地把裤子往下褪了褪，把那衬衫朝上搂着，省得碍事，跟着把他那根鸡巴死命地往我里头一楔，狠狠捣了一阵，飞快地往我身子里灌了泡又烫又满的货。

我从床上爬起来，Samir 递给我一块湿布，那上头像是已经拿肥皂搓过了。我拿它凑凑合合地把自己收拾干净了。没多会儿我们就走了。Samir 给了我一个熊抱，又飞快地在我脑门上啄了一口——这倒是我们这场艳遇里头，他亲我的唯一一回了。

等我们走回 Arif 那辆车跟前，那群小孩还在那儿守着。Arif 又给了他们些钱，他们就一哄跑开了。我们开着车去了一家馆子，在一个舒舒坦坦的庭院里吃的午饭。那院里还有一座叮叮咚咚淌着水的小喷泉。我真是饿坏了。赶在饭菜端上来之前，我先去了趟他们的茅房，拿温水和肥皂好生洗了洗，又拿擦手纸把自己弄干了。

待续……

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