A Hot Holiday in Pakistan - Chapter 19

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A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 19

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Monday

I woke at 8am, showered and dressed. The breakfast room was quiet again after the weekend and I took my time. There was no sign of Zain as I walked through the lobby back to the lifts and on up to my room. I wrote up my travel journal and caught up with messages online from friends. Just before 11am I gathered up my shoulder bag and went down to the entrance to wait for Arif.

He arrived about ten past eleven in an auto rickshaw. I hopped in with him and we trundled back to his shop. Vimal was serving a customer when we came in but he looked up and smiled broadly at me. Arif and I went through the curtain into the back room. He embraced me and sighed.

'Today is our last time together', he said sadly. 'So we must make it a happy day with a lot of fucking for you. I want this to be the most memorable day of all'.

He started fumbling with the zipper on my pants. I helped him with it and then took everything off. He stepped back and admired me.

'You are the best fucking man ever', he said and crouched down to suck my cock. He really was very good at it. Then he undressed, too, and I returned the favour, getting him moaning quietly as I deep-throated him.

He lifted me up and put me on my back on the beanbag which hadn't moved from the double-fuck session we had previously used it for. He found the lube in my bag, used it and then thrust his cock right up tight inside me, throwing his head back and groaning. The head of his cock felt like it was hotter than usual. He fucked me strongly and I enjoyed watching the pleasure on his face. I had lost count of how many times we had done this during the week, but I enjoyed it every time we did it. I would miss him.

He suddenly gripped my arms and pounded my ass quite hard and blew his load deep inside me. Then he kissed me quite tenderly for a while until his softening cock popped out of my ass by itself. We cleaned up and washed and he dressed.

'I will get Vimal now, yes?' he said. This was getting to be a regular routine!

He went out to the shop and Vimal appeared moments later. He grabbed me and hugged me until I thought I would break. He held onto me, rocking on the spot with his head on my shoulder. Was he getting a bit keen on me? Then he got down to business, sucking my cock and squeezing my nipples. He stood up and got me to lie on my back on the beanbag. He didn't seem to want to be sucked this morning and just shoved his cock into me, lifted my legs back and fucked me steadily, smiling at me the whole time.

He stopped twice and rested but after he started a third time, it felt like the head of his cock was getting suddenly larger inside me and he shot a big load of several squirts inside me. It was one of those big ones that make you think the guy had been saving it for a week. He lay on top of me with his head on my shoulder again, panting from the exertion. I was sorry to think that this would most likely be our last time doing this. Then he pulled out of me and we both cleaned up and got dressed. He grabbed me again in a bear hug, kissed me strongly and went back out into the shop.

I followed him into the shop. Arif was busy with a customer near the front door, so I sat on a visitor's bench and played with my phone while I waited for him. A few minutes later, he came over, apologising for keeping me waiting.

'We will go to the bird market again today, just like on our first day together', he said. He hailed an auto rickshaw and we headed off through horrendous traffic.

'You must tell me the type of guy you want today', he said, over the noise of the auto rickshaw's motor. 'I'm sure we can find him'.

I thought about it. I had found that really exotic types beyond my experience elsewhere, like Samir and the two Afghan men, were especially exciting. I would love to experience more guys like them - elderly, weather-beaten men in turbans. When I told Arif, he chuckled and said there were plenty of those.

'You have made my job easy', he said.

'By the way', he said. 'Vimal has asked for one more time with you after I close the shop this evening. He might even invite his young friend, Shafi, again', he added. Well, it's nice to be popular....

When we arrived at the bird market, I noticed that there were lots of guys wearing turbans amongst the sellers. It took about 20 minutes of wandering around until Arif nudged me and pointed to two tall men wearing turban-like hats working at one of the stalls. One of them was looking quizzically at us. How Arif knew the guy might be a possibility is beyond me.

'Wait here', said Arif and walked over to talk to him.

I got caught up in a dense crowd of people struggling to get around a slow-moving hand trolley loaded high with screeching and flapping birds. When it had passed, I saw Arif beckoning me over. He introduced me to the guy as Barzan, a man in his 40s with dark features, lined and suntanned face, thick black beard and bushy eyebrows. It was hard to read anything in his eyes which were staring intently at me, but his exotic look certainly attracted me and I was happy to go along with whatever Arif could arrange.

'Come, we will walk with him', said Arif.

We made our way between rows of stalls to the outer edge of the bird-market with Barzan leading the way.

'He is taking us to a house,' said Arif.

We left the market and walked for about 5 minutes along busy streets with old shops and houses jumbled together. At a laneway, we turned left and then stepped through a very old and battered wooden blue door in the wall which Barzan closed behind us. Inside was like an oasis from the bustle of the city. We entered a small courtyard garden with trickling water courses radiating out from a main pool. A couple of tall palms and pretty flower beds added to the restful atmosphere.

Tucked away on the other side of the garden was an old conservatory with murky glass windows. There was shadowy movement behind the glass. A door opened as we approached and an elderly turbaned man with a bushy white beard appeared and, seeing Barzan, greeted him warmly. He was introduced to us as Tariq, the gardener. I guessed he was in his mid-to late 60s, slim and very wise looking. His droopy white moustache was an especially attractive feature.

Barzan spoke to him at great length in Urdu. Tariq kept looking at me as Barzan spoke and occasionally they smiled and chuckled. I felt a bit self-conscious but Arif was looking quite comfortable with the conversation that Barzan and Tariq were having.

From inside, another voice from someone unseen called out suddenly. Tariq turned and spoke to this unseen person and then he invited us into the conservatory. It had a pleasant fresh compost smell and slightly humid atmosphere. Trays of seedlings were lined up neatly on benches along the back wall and there were various garden tools here and there. Another man in a turban was sitting at an old wooden table repairing a small garden implement.

He turned around and then got up to greet us. His name was Mani and he was a rather serious-looking man in his 40s with a long dark beard flecked with grey. His face was not as lined as Barzan's and he also wore a turban. He shook my hand warmly and then sat back down at the table again. Barzan spoke again at length and I noticed that Tariq put his hand on his crotch and stroked it briefly while he glanced at me again.

'You can take off your pants now', said Arif.

I looked at the others and they were looking at me expectantly. Tariq was now much more obviously touching his crotch and smiling. I undid my shoes and slipped them off and unzipped my pants and took them off, leaving my underwear on. I slipped my shirt off too.

Barzan came forward, ran his hand down my chest and into my underpants, stroking my hardening cock. Then he reached underneath me, feeling for my asshole. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Tariq had unzipped his pants and had his cock out. It looked like it would be a good size when fully erect. Mani was just standing there watching with one hand in his pocket. That hand was moving, though, so he was obviously getting aroused.

I slipped my underwear off and the other two men felt all over my body and got me to turn around so they could take turns feeling my hole. Mani moved his repair work off the table and indicated I should lie down on my back.

He then moved in and worked his finger into my ass which was a bit uncomfortable. Seeing my reaction, Arif got my lube out of my bag and handed it to Mani who put some on my hole. Then he used his fingers inside me again before offering Barzan and Tariq a turn as well

Tariq's cock was now fully erect and was a good seven and a half inches and thick. After fingering my ass, he rubbed his cock up and down on the hole. Arif got behind my head and lifted my legs back. Then Tariq pushed the head of his cock in and out a bit. There was some amused banter between him and the other guys who were either side of him looking down at his cock head teasing my hole. Eventually, he slid it all the way inside me, stretching my hole really nicely. His cock felt very hot. Then he concentrated on fucking me steadily for about 5 minutes before starting to breathe heavily and cumming deep inside me.

There was some laughter between all three guys and when Tariq slipped out of me, Barzan took his place, ramming his cock hard up inside me. He wasn't quite as big as Tariq but it was thick and very hot, too. He also fucked at a steady speed and when it was clear from his breathing that he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out and started rubbing the underside of it up and down on my balls. With a groan he started shooting his cum. He produced three big, thick spurts that splattered onto my upper chest. Looking at this handsome, bearded, exotic man doing that was awesome.

He pulled out and Mani moved in with his nice 7 inches and furiously pounded my ass until he shot his load inside. It had only taken him a couple of minutes and it felt like a big cumload, too. He stepped back, reached for a cloth behind him on the bench and wiped the cum off his cock. He offered me the cloth which looked quite clean apart from Mani's cum on it and I used it to wipe the cum and lube off my ass.

Arif let my legs down and I asked Arif if it was possible to use a toilet. He asked Barzan and the other guys chuckled. Tariq picked up a plastic pudding sized bowl and put it under my ass.

'Push the cum out', said Arif, looking amused. So I gave it a good push and quite a lot poured out, to the excited murmurs of the other guys. I then used the cloth to clean off anything remaining and stood up. Tariq showed me the bowl. There was a surprising amount of cum in it. Then Tariq poured it onto the soil of a nearby pot plant.

'It is good fertilizer for the plants, too', Arif said with a giggle.

I got dressed and the three men shook hands warmly as if we had just conducted a successful business transaction. Then we left and Barzan showed us the way back to the market.

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巴基斯坦火辣假期——第十九章

作者：Gary Morgan 2020 年 8 月 25 日

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29

星期一

八点醒的，冲了澡，穿好衣裳。周末一过，早餐厅又清静了，我慢慢悠悠吃了个早饭。穿大堂往电梯那边走的时候没瞅见 Zain，上楼回屋。写了写旅行日记，回了几条朋友网上的消息。快到十一点，抄起挎包下楼到大门口等 Arif。

他十一点十分才到，坐的突突车。我蹦上去，跟他一块儿颠回铺子。进门的时候 Vimal 正伺候客人，抬头瞅见我，脸上笑开了花。我跟 Arif 掀帘子进了库房。他一把箍住我，叹了口气。

“今儿是咱俩最后一回了，”他丧着脸说，“非得让你高高兴兴的，多挨几顿操。我就想今儿个是你记一辈子的一天。”

他上手就解我裤子拉链，摸摸索索的。我搭了把手，把衣裳全扒了。他往后退了一步，上上下下打量我。

“你这操逼的，真他妈绝了，”说完蹲下来嘬我的鸡巴。他那把式还真不赖。完了他自己也脱了，我投桃报李，给他深喉，把他弄得闷闷地直哼。

他把我兜起来，仰面搁在那豆袋椅上——上回咱仨弄双龙入洞用的就是它，到现在还撂在那儿没挪窝。他从我包里翻出润滑油，抹了，跟着把那根鸡巴一竿子连根带卵蛋全楔进我里面，脑袋往后一仰，闷嚎了一嗓子。他那颗龟头，今儿像是比往常还烫。他挺狠地操我，我瞅着他脸上那股美滋滋的劲儿，也觉着受用。这礼拜到底跟他弄了多少回，早没数了，可回回我都受用。走了我还真想他。

他猛一下攥死我膀子，疯了一样往我屁股里猛擂，把那泡货深深灌进我里面。完了又软软地亲了我一阵，一直亲到他鸡巴慢慢软了，自己从我屁眼里滑出来。我们擦了洗了，他穿好衣裳。

“我这会儿叫 Vimal 进来，成吧？”他说。得，这套路都他妈成固定节目了！

他出了库房去铺面那边，没两分钟 Vimal 就钻了进来。他一把箍住我，抱得我差点断气。就那么箍着我不撒手，脑袋搁我肩膀上，身子来回晃。这小子，怕不是对我有点上心了？完了正事该办还得办，他嘬了我的鸡巴，掐我的奶头。跟着站起来，叫我仰面躺在那豆袋椅上。今儿早上他倒像是不想让我嘬他，直接把他那根鸡巴一竿子楔进我洞里，架起我的腿，稳稳当当地操我，从头到尾冲我挂着个笑。

中间歇了两回，到第三回再动起来的时候，他在我里头那根鸡巴头子忽然像是胀大了不少，跟着就一股接一股，往我里头灌了泡老大老大的货。就是那种你一觉着就他妈知道他攒了足有一个礼拜的那路浓精。他整个人瘫在我身上，脑袋又搁回我肩膀上，牛喘着粗气。想着这八成是我跟他最后一回了，心里还真他妈不是滋味。他临了拔出去，我们俩都擦了擦，穿好衣裳。他又一把箍死我，狠狠亲了一通，跟着就回铺面去了。

我跟在他屁股后头出了库房。Arif 正在靠门那边忙着招呼客人，我就在客人等着的长椅上坐下来玩手机等着。过了几分钟他过来了，跟我道了歉叫我等这么久。

“今儿咱们还去那鸟市，跟咱俩头一天一样，”他说。他叫了辆突突车，我们就在那搅成一锅粥的车流里上路了。

“今儿你想要啥样的货，你得跟我言语一声，”他压过突突车那破引擎的响动说，“一准儿给你寻着。”

我琢磨了琢磨。这趟撞见的那几个异域风味、从前没经过的货——像 Samir 那样的，还有那两个阿富汗人——那股劲是真真他妈的撩人。我就想再碰碰这样的主儿——上岁数的，脸上叫风吹日晒磨出褶子的，头上缠着头巾的。我跟 Arif 这么一说，他嗤嗤笑了，说那样的货，有的是。

“你这差事，倒给我省了不少事，”他说。

“对了，”他说，“Vimal 那头央告我，说今儿晚上我打了烊，再跟你弄一回。没准他还叫他那个小兄弟 Shafi 也过来。”得，招人稀罕，也是个事……

到了鸟市，我瞧着那帮卖货的里头，缠着头巾的人还真他妈不少。逛了大概二十分钟，Arif 拿胳膊肘捅了捅我，指了指一个摊子上两个戴着缠头帽的高个子家伙。那俩人里头，有一个正拿眼怪异地瞅着我们。Arif 到底怎么瞧出来这人能上手，我他妈打死也猜不透。

“你在这儿等着。”Arif 说完，走过去跟那人搭话。

我正愣着，一窝人挤得死去活来，就为给一辆堆得老高、嘎嘎叫扑棱翅膀的鸟儿的手推车让道。等那阵过了，我瞅见 Arif 招手叫我过去。他给我引见了那家伙，叫 Barzan，四十来岁，黑黢黢一张脸，一脸的褶子和日头晒透了的皮子，一把厚墩墩的黑胡子，两条老粗的眉毛。他那对死盯着我的眼珠子，说不上来透着什么，可那股异域的味儿倒真是搔着我了，横竖 Arif 铺排什么，我都乐意接着。

“走，咱们跟他过去。”Arif 说。

Barzan 打头，我们在横七竖八的摊子中间穿过去，到了鸟市最外沿。

“他领咱们上个人家。”Arif 说。

出了市集，沿着闹哄哄的老街走了大概五分钟，两边的老铺子老房子全挤在一堆。拐进一条巷子，往左一拐，进了墙上一扇老旧老旧的破蓝木门，Barzan 回身把门关上。门里跟外头那闹腾劲儿，简直两个天地。我们踩进去的，是个小院子花园，正中间一汪池子，几条水渠往外淌着涓涓的水。几棵高棕榈，几个漂漂亮亮的花圃，瞅着真他妈舒坦。

花园那边缩着一间老旧的玻璃温室，玻璃全灰扑扑雾蒙蒙的。玻璃后头有影子在晃。我们走近，一扇门开了，出来一个缠着头巾的老头子，一把乱蓬蓬的白胡子，瞅见 Barzan 热乎乎地迎上来。他给我们引见，叫 Tariq，是这儿的园丁。我估摸他六十五六到七十了，精瘦，那模样像个老神仙。那撇往下耷拉的白八字胡，尤其招人。

Barzan 拿乌尔都语跟他扯了老他妈长的一大通。他说的当儿，Tariq 老拿眼瞟我，时不时还笑笑，嗤嗤乐几声。我多少有点臊得慌，可 Arif 倒是一脸松快，听着他俩那来回话。

屋里头猛不丁有个人喊了一嗓子，还没瞧见人。Tariq 转过头去跟那没见脸的人应了几句，完了邀我们进温室。那地方泛着股子挺好闻的新鲜堆肥味，湿乎乎的。靠后墙条凳上齐齐整整码着一排排的小苗盘，四下里撂着些花匠的家伙什。还有一个缠着头巾的男人，正坐在一张旧木头桌子跟前，修着什么小件花匠家什。

他转过身来，跟着站起来招呼我们。他叫 Mani，四十来岁，一脸的板正，一把老长的黑胡子里夹着几丝灰白。脸上倒没 Barzan 那么深的褶子，也缠着头巾。他热乎乎地握了我的手，完了又坐回桌子边上。Barzan 又扯了一大通，我瞅着 Tariq 把手搁在自己裤裆上，轻轻揉了一把，眼又朝我这边扫了一下。

“你这会儿能脱裤子了。”Arif 说。

我朝另外那几个人瞅了瞅，他们全眼巴巴看着我。Tariq 这会儿摸自己裤裆的架势，可明晃晃得多了，还挂着笑。我解开鞋脱了，又拉开裤子拉链把裤子褪了，留着内裤没脱。衬衫也扒了。

Barzan 凑上来，手顺着我胸口一路摸下去，伸进我内裤里，拨弄我那根正一寸寸硬起来的鸡巴。完了手又伸到我身子底下，探我的屁眼。我拿眼角余光扫见 Tariq 已经把自己裤子拉链拉开了，那根鸡巴掏在外头。瞅着像是全硬起来尺寸还不赖。Mani 就那么站着瞅，一只手揣在兜里。可那手在里头动着，明摆着也起了性。

我把内裤扒了，另外那两个家伙就开始浑身上下摸我，又把我转过去，轮着探我那洞眼。Mani 把他那摊修理的活计从桌子上清走，比划叫我仰面躺上去。

他跟着凑上来，把一根手指头捅进我屁眼里，有点不得劲。Arif 瞅见我脸上那副样，就从我包里掏出润滑油递给 Mani，他往我洞口上抹了些。完了又拿手指头在我里头搅了一阵，才让 Barzan 和 Tariq 也轮着来捅。

这当口 Tariq 那根鸡巴全硬了，不赖，七寸半，还粗。手指头捅完了，他拿那根鸡巴顺着我洞口上上下下地蹭。Arif 绕到我脑袋后头，把我的腿朝后架起来。Tariq 跟着把它那颗头，在我洞口一进一出地蹭着玩。他跟边儿上那几个家伙不知说了什么，全吃吃地逗乐，那俩人一左一右挨着他，低头盯着他拿那根鸡巴头子在我洞口上蹭来蹭去地撩骚。临了，他把它整根全滑了进来，抻得我那洞口真他妈叫一个美。他那根鸡巴觉着滚烫。跟着他就一门心思稳稳当当地操了大概五分钟，完了就开始牛喘，把那泡精深深灌进我里头。

他们仨全在那吃吃笑，Tariq 从我里头滑出去，Barzan 就占了他的窝，一竿子楔进我里面狠狠抡起来。他那根没 Tariq 那么长，可粗，也他妈死烫。他也是照着稳稳当当的趟子操着，等他那牛喘的动静明摆着快到了的时候，他把鸡巴往外一拔，拿茎身底下在我卵蛋上来来回回地蹭。闷嚎了一嗓子，跟着就开射了。他猛滋了三大股，又浓又稠，啪啪全落在我胸口上头。往上瞅着这个满脸胡子、长得勾死人的货干这档子事，真他妈绝了。

他拔出去，Mani 又凑上来，他那根七寸的漂亮鸡巴，一竿子楔进来，疯了一样死命在我屁股里擂，一直擂到把那泡货泄在里头。这前后也就两分钟的事，那泡精量觉着也不老少。他往后退了一步，伸手够身后条凳上一块抹布，把自己鸡巴上头那精擦了。他把抹布递给我，那上头除了 Mani 自己那泡精，瞅着倒也还算干净，我就拿它把我屁股上的精和油擦了擦。

Arif 把我的腿放下来，我问 Arif 能不能上个茅房。他问了 Barzan，那几个家伙全吃吃笑了。Tariq 抄起一个塑料布丁碗，塞在我屁股底下。

“把那精往外挤挤。”Arif 说，脸上憋着乐。我就使了把劲，还真他妈挤出来不老少，边儿上那几个家伙兴奋得直嘟嘟。完了我拿那块抹布把那点底子全擦干净了，站起来。Tariq 把碗亮给我看。里头那泡精，量真他妈吓人。跟着 Tariq 就把它倒进旁边一盆花木的土里了。

“这东西给花上肥，也是好东西。”Arif 咯咯笑着说。

我穿好衣裳，跟那三个人热乎乎地握了手——那架势，就跟刚谈成了一件买卖似的。完了我们就走了，Barzan 又把我们领回市集。

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