A Hot Holiday in Pakistan - Chapter 22
A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 22
Monday evening
[Thanks to Arif, I'd had an amazing morning and afternoon of virtually continual sex to make my final day in Karachi very memorable. Now, there was just the final evening to go and Zain had made sure it would be a great one, too!
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I checked the time when I got back to my room. It was 6.45pm. I had a much- needed shower and a bit of a lie down and then dressed in fresh clothes to go down to dinner. I was just going out the door when the room phone rang. It was Zain.
'Your last evening', he said. 'I have arranged some special fun'. He explained that he had another businessman staying who would love to meet me. I wondered if he had been shown my photo? After the spectacular black Egyptian guy, Mered, and the super-hairy and very hot Pakistani from Lahore, Kamran, I was certainly happy to meet anyone he suggested!
'Come to the lobby at 9 o'clock', he said, 'and we will meet him'. Then he hung up. I went down to dinner where the service was quick and I was back in my room by 8.15. I wrote up my diary and read my book until 8.55pm.
I went down to the lobby and waited for Zain. There was no sign of him as yet so I sat on one of the comfortable bench seats in the lobby facing the elevators. It was quite busy and it was fun doing a bit of people watching and trying to guess where they had all come from. Standing by a large potted palm was a very handsome grey-haired man with a black moustache. He caught my eye as I was looking at him and I looked quickly away. Sneaking another look at him a few moments later, I thought he seemed to be staring at me again, too, so I got out my phone and pretended to be busy with it.
After 10 minutes, the elevator doors opened and Zain appeared. He spotted me and came over, apologising for being late. Then he looked around as if searching for someone else. He excused himself and went over to the hot man standing by the palm and brought him back to meet me. So this was my date!
He was fiftyish, with a handsome, friendly face, sexy black moustache and he looked quite fit. We shook hands and Zain introduced him as Jalal from London. 'I thought it must be you when I saw you sitting there', he said in perfect un-accented English, 'but when you looked away, I was disappointed that maybe it wasn't you.' I was glad to hear that!
Zain took us back to the elevators and I assumed we would go up to Jalal's room, but instead we went down to the carpark. When we were seated in his car, Zain explained that his friend, Ali, who I had met earlier in the week, also had a visitor staying at his hotel who was looking for group fun, so we were going to Ali's hotel to meet him.
It was a twenty minute drive to Ali's hotel which was about the same size as the hotel I was staying at. Zain parked in the hotel's basement carpark and we went up in the elevator to the reception desk. Ali suddenly appeared in the doorway of an office behind the desk and came over to us.
He just had a couple of things to finish with his work, he explained, and suggested we go into the bar and have a drink. The plush bar was designed as a Tudor-style old English pub with such a low ceiling and dark beams that even I worried I might hit my head.
Settling into a booth, we ordered our drinks from the waiter - coffees for Zain and I and Jalal asked for a mineral water. Jalal excused himself and went to the toilet.
While he was gone, Zain told me that Jalal was a frequent visitor from London who preferred older guys and especially enjoyed group fucking them with another top guy. Luckily, Ali had another guy staying with a similar interest. Zain had played with Jalal before but Ali's guest was unknown to him.
'You will enjoy Jalal', said Zain. 'He is a very hot man'.
Jalal returned just as our drinks arrived. He told me that his parents were originally from Pakistan but he had been born in London. He was back here on business and would fly to Rawalpindi the next day to visit relatives. He was curious to know all about me but, shortly after I started to answer his questions, Ali appeared and sat with us while we finished our drinks.
He explained that the man we were to meet was Habib who was here on business from Islamabad. Ali had shown him my photo (!) and he was very keen to meet. We would go up to his room when we had finished our drinks.
We took the elevator up to Habib's room. Once again, I thought, I was on my way to be fucked by a total stranger I had never seen before, not even a photo. I felt the excitement mounting.
Ali knocked on the door of Habib's room and it was opened by an imposingly tall, bearded man with brown hair and similar eyes to the Afghans I had met yesterday. On looks alone, I was quite happy to play with him! He invited us in and shut the door. Ali introduced him and we all shook hands. We sat down and Habib offered us drinks from the minibar but we all declined. Habib spoke quite good English.
He and Jalal conversed for a few moments and then Habib asked me about my life back home. His eyes seemed to be studying me intensely as I spoke. There was strength in his voice that was very masculine and almost intimidating. I wondered if he would be that strong and intense in bed.
He suddenly put his hand on my knee. 'You will let all of us fuck you?' he asked. 'I think you are too nice'. I wasn't sure how to reply to that, so I nodded.
'Zain can tell you how much I like to be fucked', I replied.
I wasn't expecting him to pipe up but Zain said, 'Yes, I have seen him fucked by many men'. Well, he was trying to be helpful, I suppose! Habib looked at us all and smiled.
'Then I think we should start,' said Habib. He stood up and started undressing and so did the rest of us.
Naked, Jalal looked very gym-fit. He had obviously looked after his body all his life. He was only lightly hairy and his cock, already hard, was about seven inches with a big head on it. Habib was incredibly hairy from his neck down to his feet and his cock was big, about seven and a half inches, and thick.
He sat up against the pillows on the bed and invited me to suck him. While I licked the big head of his cock, Jalal moved in and, pulling my cheeks open, started licking my asshole. Zain and Ali sat on either side of the bed, reaching underneath me and playing with my nipples and my cock and balls. All this action made me as hard as a rock.
Habib grabbed my head and pulled it down onto his cock, forcing it as deep into my mouth as possible. It was thick enough to not go in very far. He released me just as I felt I would gag on it. I was a bit wary that he would do it again as I continued sucking him but he only did it that one time.
Then he stood up and got me to turn around and suck Jalal while he ate my ass, quite roughly but it really felt good. His moustache and whiskers were prickly, adding to the sensation. Jalal's cock was leaking precum and he groaned when I sucked it. At one point, he stiffened and withdrew slightly. I eased off sucking him so strongly as I think he had suddenly got close to cumming.
'Sixty nine with me', commanded Habib, and got underneath me. I put my cock in his mouth and sucked as deep as I could. He was deep-throating me from underneath. Both Zain and Ali seemed content for the moment to just sit on the bed and stroke their cocks. Jalal was crouched down facing me and enjoying the view of me with Habib's cock halfway down my throat.
Then Habib slipped out from under me and asked Zain and Ali to suck my cock together. I lay down on my back and Zain and Ali alternated sucking me and jerking my cock as well. I was feeling very aroused already and really had to concentrate on not cumming. It felt wonderful, especially Zain who seemed to have found my most sensitive spot just under the head of my cock. Ali lifted my legs and licked my ass while Zain kept sucking my cock. It was getting harder and harder not to cum.
'I need to fuck him now', said Habib and, as Zain and Ali got out of the way, he flipped me over, got me up on my knees and pushed my head down. I felt lube being put on my hole and then his thick cock was shoved into my ass right up to his balls, making me gasp. He had his feet either side of mine and was bending over me riding me high and he started fucking me hard.
The view from behind would have been spectacular and I could see Jalal in the mirror watching the view intently and stroking. Habib certainly fucked hard but it wasn't hurting and I kept my ass as relaxed as possible while he was doing it. Occasionally he would pause for breath and I squeezed his cock tightly with my ass muscles, making him groan. Jalal took the opportunity to have a feel around my stretched open hole whenever Habib paused. Zain and Ali were watching and stroking, too.
'Are you OK?' panted Habib. I nodded. 'You want to see me fuck him rough?' he asked the others. Before they could reply, he pulled me over onto my left side, lifted my right leg and pounded me as hard as he could go. It's a good position for strong fucking and I felt fine with it but it certainly was ROUGH!!
It didn't take long for him to start breathing heavily and then with a loud groan, he blew his load deep inside me. He rested for a moment and I started to move as I was slightly uncomfortable in the way I was lying
'Don't move', he said, gripping my shoulder, so I froze. We stayed locked in that position with his cock still hard right up inside me. His breathing eased off and we lay there without saying a word. Then he flipped me over onto my stomach without pulling his cock out of me and started pumping again, harder and harder. Suddenly he groaned and I could feel him cumming again. Then he collapsed on top of me and lay there for a couple of minutes. I could feel his cock softening inside me.
He withdrew and got up from the bed. I sat up and he got me to open my mouth and lick all the cum off his cock. It was still half erect and looked like he might get hard again before too long. He disappeared into the bathroom and I could hear water splashing.
Jalal then asked to fuck me on my back and it was really exciting to look at the pleasure on his handsome face as he pounded me quite strongly with his hard cock. He didn't take long to cum and it felt like several sizeable squirts. He got off me and Ali asked Zain if he would like to be next.
'I'll just watch', said Zain, still stroking.
Ali fucked me doggie style and pulled out and, like the previous time we fucked, he jerked off all over my face and into my mouth, a very big load that felt very sexy dribbling down through my beard and off my chin. My moustache was saturated, too, and the smell was musky and strong. I licked it off and swallowed it, enjoying the taste.
Habib came back into the room, stroking his semi-hard cock still. He sat down on the bed and tousled my hair and grinned.
'I didn't hurt you?' he said. 'I lose control sometimes'. I told him I was fine and that hard fucking like that was thrilling.
'Could you take another one?' he said. I looked down and saw that he was fully hard.
'Sure', I said. 'Let's see how hard you can really fuck, OK?' I said.
He grinned and asked me to lie on my stomach and got on top of me. He rammed his cock into me and, holding onto my shoulders, pounded me furiously, cumming fairly quickly. It felt like another strong cum shot. The man was a cum machine!
He collapsed on top of me and then withdrew, turned me over licked all of Ali's cum off my face and beard. Then he kissed me and dribbled the cum into my mouth.
Finally, we got up and showered. There were a lot of towels in the bathroom in anticipation of our group session, I'm sure.
As we were leaving, Habib said to me, 'You are a very dirty man, I love you. Come to Islamabad. My friends and I will rape you and make you scream so good'. I wasn't sure I'd be prepared to take up that invitation! What he had done to me tonight was as rough as I'd be prepared to go.
Ali came down to the carpark with us. 'You must stay at my hotel next time', he said, shaking hands with me.
'No', said Zain. He is mine!' They both laughed.
Zain and I drove back to his hotel. I was disappointed that he had not wanted to fuck me tonight but he did look a little tired. We took the elevator up to my room and I invited him in so we could say goodbye properly. I embraced him and he kissed me passionately.
'Now I will fuck you', he said. 'I wanted our last time to be just us.' I was very happy that he had made that decision.
He stayed for over an hour, kissing me strongly, sucking my cock, licking my ass and fucking me in every position possible. It was so good to be able to just have him alone. He was so intense and exciting. Finally, when he was again fucking me on my back, he gasped that he had to cum. 'Could I fuck you hard like Habib?' he said. 'Fuck as rough as you like', I said. 'Make it really memorable'.
He gathered my legs up and pushed them right back and fucked steadily for a few moments, staring into my eyes. Then he suddenly stared off into space and pounded my ass much stronger than he ever had before.
'Harder, harder!' I said. 'Even harder!' His eyes rolled back and then I could feel it. He shot a very heavy load, moaning loudly as he did so. There was spurt after spurt deep inside me. At the same time, I realized I was cumming too and I wasn't even jerking off. My cum flew out of me right up to my neck. Then we both collapsed and he kissed me passionately for quite a while. It was definitely a fuck to remember!
Afterwards we showered and he dressed. I just put my robe on. I was leaving on the hotel's airport shuttle bus in the morning at 10, a busy time for the hotel. Zain told me he might be caught up with business at that time so we should say goodbye here in case he could not wave me off in the morning.
I thanked him sincerely for his kindness and also for the free meals and accommodation. Then, from my luggage, I gave him a gift - a framed indigenous painting from back home. He seemed delighted with it when he unwrapped it.
'You must come back again', he said. 'You can always stay free here with me.' We agreed to stay in touch. Then he kissed me goodnight and was gone.
I felt a bit flat after he left and busied myself with packing so I would not have to rush in the morning. Then I got into bed and brought my journal up to date, read for a while and put the light out.
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Tuesday
Next morning I did not see Zain when I was checking out. Arif rang when I was on the shuttle bus on the way to the airport. He wished me a safe journey and sounded a bit emotional. He again insisted that I come back and visit and I promised I would try.
The flight back to Kuala Lumpur was uneventful and I had a pleasant time catching up with old friends there. I could have had sex with guys there but I felt tired and just keen to get home. It had been an excellent holiday and I certainly got lots of exercise!
My tests at the Sexual Health Clinic after I got home showed I had nothing to worry about, in case you were wondering!
Some time later...
Two years have passed since that trip. I have stayed in touch with Arif who keeps imploring me to visit again but so far it hasn't happened. His electrical shop continues to prosper. His uncle Nadeem asks about me often, saying he has more friends to meet me next time. Arif said he has heard nothing of the fabulous Mahmoud since that gangbang night.
Waleed, the big hairy waiter at the restaurant, has found a lover and moved to the USA. Mered, the black Egyptian, kept in touch with me by Whatsapp for a while but eventually went silent and didn't return my messages.
Kamran, the wonderfully hairy businessman from Lahore, visited Australia last year. I stayed with him for one night in his hotel. It was great to see him again and I have a standing invitation to visit him in his home in Lahore.
Zain also stays in touch but has moved from Karachi to Peshawar in the north where he is managing a large hotel. He tells me he has many guys there who would like to meet me. He has shown them my photograph! He says that Ali, the other hotel manager in Karachi, told him I can stay at his hotel if I visit there again.
The only sad note was Vimal. Just a month after I was in Karachi, he didn't turn up for work one day and has never been seen since. Arif could learn nothing more, not even from Vimal's family.
He told me not to worry, though, as his new assistant, Musa, has a much larger cock than Vimal!
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A Trip To Pakistan Page 2
好，最后一章了，接着翻。
巴基斯坦火辣假期——第二十二章
作者：Gary Morgan 2020 年 9 月 4 日
星期一晚上
[多亏了 Arif，我这最后一天在卡拉奇，从早到晚差点没停过地操逼，真他妈难忘。眼跟前就剩这最后一晚上了，Zain 也铺排好了，准保也差不了！]
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我回屋的时候瞅了眼时间，六点四十五。冲了个澡，真他妈解乏，又躺了一小会儿，换了身干净衣裳预备下楼吃晚饭。正要出门，屋里电话响了，是 Zain。
“最后一晚上了，”他说，“给你备了点特别的乐子。”他跟我解释，说酒店里又住进来个生意人，挺想见见我。我心里琢磨，这人是不是也看过我照片？自打那黑得发亮的埃及人 Mered，还有那个浑身是毛、从拉合尔来的辣货 Kamran 之后，他给我牵的线，我是真真乐意接着！
“九点到大堂来，”他说，“咱俩一块儿去见他。”说完就挂了。我下楼吃晚饭，上菜挺快，八点一刻就回了屋。写了写日记，又看了会儿书，耗到八点五十五。
下到大堂等着 Zain。还没瞅见他，我就在电梯对面那张挺舒服的长椅上坐了。大堂里人不少，干坐着看人进进出出挺好玩的，还能猜猜他们都是打哪儿来的。一盆老大个的盆栽棕榈旁边，站着个花白头发的男人，长得挺帅，挂着两撇黑八字胡。我正拿眼瞧他，他一下逮着我眼神了，我赶紧把眼挪开。过了一会儿再偷瞄，瞅着他还是在那盯着我看，我就把手机掏出来，装着在上面忙活。
过了十分钟，电梯门开了，Zain 出来了。他瞧见我，凑过来，道了歉说晚了。完了又东张西望，跟找什么人似的。他跟我告了个罪，走到棕榈旁边那个辣货跟前，把他领过来见了我。得，合着这就是给我备的那盘菜！
这人五十上下，一张帅脸挺和气，那两撇黑八字胡搔得人心痒，瞅着身板也挺好。我们握了手，Zain 给我引见，说这是 Jalal，打伦敦来的。“刚瞅见你坐那儿，我就琢磨是你，”他操着一口没半点口音的漂亮英文说，“可你把眼挪开了，我还挺丧气，寻思怕不是。”听了这话，我他妈倒挺高兴！
Zain 领着我们回了电梯，我本以为要往 Jalal 屋里去，结果倒往下开到了地下车库。我们上了他车，Zain 才跟我解释，说他有个朋友叫 Ali，我礼拜里头碰见过，Ali 那边酒店里也住着个主儿，想找人一块儿热闹热闹，所以我们这会儿就往 Ali 那边去。
开了二十分钟，到了 Ali 那家酒店，跟我住的那个差不离大。Zain 把车停在地下车库，我们搭电梯上到大堂前台。Ali 忽然从前台后头一间办公室门口冒出来，冲我们过来了。
他跟我们解释，说手头还有三两件事得弄利索了，叫我们先上酒吧去喝一杯。那酒吧装修得富丽堂皇，弄成个都铎式老英国酒馆的样儿，天花板死低，黑木梁横来横去的，连我都觉着脑门要磕上。
我们在一个卡座里窝下来，叫了喝的——我跟 Zain 要了咖啡，Jalal 点了个矿泉水。Jalal 告了罪，上洗手间去了。
趁他不在，Zain 跟我透了底，说 Jalal 常打伦敦来，偏爱岁数大些的，尤其爱跟另一个做一的搭伙，一块儿轮着操人。巧了，Ali 店里也住着个客人，好的也是这口。Zain 从前跟 Jalal 耍过，可 Ali 那客人他不认得。
“你准保喜欢 Jalal，”Zain 说，“这人真他妈辣。”
Jalal 回来的时候，我们点的东西刚端上来。他跟我讲，他爹妈原是巴基斯坦人，可他自己是伦敦生的。这趟是回来做生意，明儿个就飞拉瓦尔品第，去走亲戚。他挺好奇我这人是怎么回事，我刚要回他的话，Ali 就来了，挨着我们坐下，等我们都喝完了手里的东西。
Ali 跟我们说，我们要见的那家伙叫 Habib，是从伊斯兰堡来出差的。Ali 给他瞧了我照片（！），那人就火烧火燎地想碰头。喝完东西我们就往他屋里去。
搭电梯上楼往 Habib 屋里去。我心里头又寻思开了——这他妈又是一趟，去让一个连面都没照过的生人操，连张照片都没瞅见过。那股子兴奋劲儿，一下就窜上来了。
Ali 敲了 Habib 的房门，开门的是个高得吓人的大块头，蓄着胡子，棕头发，那对眼珠子跟我昨儿碰上的那两个阿富汗人差不离。光冲模样，我是高高兴兴要跟他耍的！他邀我们进去，关了门。Ali 替我引见了，大家全握了手。我们坐下，Habib 叫我们从小冰柜里拿喝的，我们全推了。Habib 那英文，讲得相当不赖。
他跟 Jalal 扯了几句，完了 Habib 就问起我在老家的日子。我说话的当口，他那对眼珠子，像刀片子似的死命剐着我。他那嗓门，沉沉的，带着股子不怒自威的劲儿，真真有点吓人。我心里就犯了嘀咕——上了床，这人怕也是这么猛、这么烈。
他猛一下把手搭在我膝盖上。“你肯让我们几个全操你？”他问，“我瞧你，这么好个人。”这话我有点不知道怎么回，就光点了点头。
“我多喜欢挨操，Zain 说给你听。”我应他。
我本没想着他会接这话，Zain 倒真开了口，“是，我亲眼瞅着他叫好些个男人操过。”得，这也算是替我帮腔了吧！Habib 瞅了瞅我们几个，笑了。
“那就开弄吧，”Habib 说。他站起来，动手脱衣裳，我们也就跟着全脱了。
脱光了，Jalal 那一身瞅着就是健身房练出来的。他这辈子明摆着没撂下过身子。毛就淡淡一层，他那根鸡巴已经硬了，大概七寸来长，上头嵌着颗大龟头。Habib 才真真叫吓人，从脖子往下直到脚，全是毛，他那根鸡巴也大，七寸半上下，还死粗死粗的。
他靠在床头那摞枕头上坐舒服了，招我过去给他嘬。我舔他那颗大龟头的当口，Jalal 凑上来，把我两瓣屁股蛋子往两边一掰，舌尖就舔上了我的屁眼。Zain 跟 Ali 一人一边坐在床沿上，把手伸到我身子底下，轮着掐我奶头，摸我的鸡巴跟卵蛋。这么些个手脚全在我身上忙活，我那根鸡巴早硬得跟石头似的了。
Habib 薅住我脑袋，死命往他鸡巴上按，想把那东西能捅多深就捅多深。那根东西死粗，进去没多少就顶住了。他松了我那一下，我正寻思再嘬下去怕是要干呕了。我再接着嘬的时候心里还有点发毛，怕他又来那手，可他也就弄了那么一回，没再犯。
跟着他站起来，叫我转过身去嘬 Jalal，他自个儿从我后头吃我的屁股。那劲头算糙的了，可滋味真他妈美。他那两撇八字胡跟下巴上那层胡茬子，扎得人刺刺挠挠的，反倒更撩人了。Jalal 那根鸡巴正往下淌前列腺液，我一嘬，他就闷闷地哼。有那么一刻，他身子猛一绷，往后缩了缩。我估摸他是差一丁点就泄了，就收了收嘴上那股狠劲。
“跟我来六九，”Habib 一声令下，人往我身子底下挪。我把鸡巴杵进他嘴里，自己这边也拼了命往深了嘬。他从底下给我深喉。Zain 跟 Ali 这当口像是光坐在床上捋自己鸡巴就挺知足。Jalal 蹲在我脸跟前，瞅着我嗓子眼里吞着 Habib 半根鸡巴那个样儿，美得不行。
跟着 Habib 从我身子底下哧溜出来，叫 Zain 跟 Ali 两个人一块儿嘬我。我仰面躺着，他俩就轮着嘬，又轮着给我撸。我到这会儿已经撩得浑身是火了，真得死命忍着才没泄出来。那滋味真他妈美，尤其 Zain，像是寻着我鸡巴头子底下那一圈最要命的地儿了。Ali 把我两条腿架起来，舔我的屁眼，Zain 还是没停嘬我鸡巴。这时候再想憋着不射，真真他妈越来越难了。
“我这会非操他不可，”Habib 说。等 Zain 跟 Ali 闪开了，他把我翻了个个儿，叫我拿膝盖跪起来，把脑袋往死里压低。我觉着屁股上抹了润滑油，跟着他那根粗鸡巴一竿子齐根连卵蛋全楔进我里面，顶得我猛地倒抽了一口气。他两只脚岔在我脚两边，人就那么高高骑在我身上，弯着腰罩着我，跟着就下了狠手地操起来。
从后头瞅这副景儿，准定他妈绝了，我能从镜子里瞅见 Jalal 死死地盯着看，手里搁在自己鸡巴上。Habib 操得是真狠，可也没疼，他操着的当口我就拼了命把屁股松着。隔一阵他倒口气、停一停的时候，我就拿屁眼那圈肉死死夹他那根鸡巴，把他夹得闷闷地直嚎。每回 Habib 这么歇着，Jalal 就趁空当伸手到我那被抻得豁开来的洞眼四边摸着玩。Zain 跟 Ali 也盯着看，手里没闲着。
“你那边没事吧？”Habib 牛喘着问。我点了点头。“你们想不想瞅着我往糙里弄他？”他问剩下那几个。没等他们回话，他一把把我往左边一拽，让我侧着身，捞起我右边那条腿，就拿他那根鸡巴能多狠就多狠地往我屁股里擂。这架势下狠手操是得劲，我这边倒也不碍事，可那劲头——真真他妈是糙！！
没多大工夫，他就开始死命牛喘，跟着放声闷嚎了一嗓子，把他那泡货深深灌进我里面。他歇了那么一小下。我这边叫方才那姿势别得有点不得劲，就动了动身子。
“别动，”他说着，一把攥死我肩膀。我就那么僵住了。我们俩就这么钉在那儿，他那根鸡巴还硬撅撅地深深嵌在我里头。他那牛喘慢慢匀下来了，我俩就那么躺着，一声也没出。跟着他又把我翻了个个儿，让我脸朝下趴着，那根鸡巴倒没拔出去，重新操起来，越操越狠，越操越狠。猛一下他又嚎了一嗓子，我就能觉出来他又他妈在射了。跟着他整个人塌在我身上，趴了分把来钟。我能觉着他那根鸡巴在我里头慢慢软下去了。
他拔出去，从床上爬起来。我坐起来，他叫我张开嘴，把他那根鸡巴上头挂的精全舔干净。那东西还半硬着，瞅着像是过不了多大工夫又能全硬起来。他一闪身进了浴室，我听见水哗啦哗啦的动静。
跟着 Jalal 说想叫我仰面躺着给他操，真真撩人的是他那张帅脸上那股美滋滋的劲儿——他拿自己那根硬鸡巴挺狠地往我里头夯的时候，那副模样绝了。他也没撑多大工夫就泄了，那几股精，觉着一股子一股子的，量还不老少。他从我身上下去，Ali 就问 Zain 想不想下一个来。
“我就光看看。”Zain 说，手上还是没停。
Ali 照着狗爬式操了我，末了拔出去，跟他上回操我一个路数，冲着我脸、往我嘴里死命撸射了。那泡货真他妈不小，顺着我胡子往下淌，又从下巴颏往下滴答，那滋味骚得要命。我那两撇八字胡也浸得透透的，那气味，又膻又冲。我把它舔了咽了，尝着挺好。
Habib 回屋了，手里还是捋着他那根半硬不软的鸡巴。他一屁股坐到床上，胡撸着我的头发，龇牙一乐。
“没弄疼你吧？”他说，“有时候我管不住自己。”我跟他说我没事，那种狠操撩人得很。
“你还能再挨一炮不？”他说。我低头一瞅，他那东西已经全硬了。
“那还用说，”我回他，“来，我瞅瞅你到底能操多狠，成吧？”我说。
他龇牙一乐，叫我脸朝下趴着，自己爬到我身上。他那根鸡巴死命往我里头一擂，两只手攥着我肩膀，跟疯了似的狂操，没多大工夫就泄了。那一泡觉着又是力道十足。这人他妈就是个射精机器！
他塌在我身上，跟着拔出去，把我翻过来，把 Ali 射在我脸上、胡子上的精全舔了个干净。完了亲上我，把那口精洇进我嘴里。
临了，我们全爬起来冲了澡。浴室里手巾备了不老少，我敢说，他们早料到今儿这场群交了。
我们正往外走，Habib 跟我说，“你这人真他妈脏，我爱死你了。上伊斯兰堡来。我跟我那帮朋友强奸你，叫你嚎得他妈的美死。”他这邀约，我倒拿不准自己敢不敢接！他今晚上跟我来的这套，也就是我扛得住的那个最糙的坎了。
Ali 跟着我们下到车库。“下回你得住我这酒店，”他跟我握着手说。
“没门儿，”Zain 说，“他是我的！”他们俩全笑了。
Zain 开着车带我回了他的酒店。今晚上他没来操我，我心里还有点丧气，可他瞅着也确实有几分乏了。我们搭电梯上了我那层楼，我邀他进屋，好生道个别。我一把箍住他，他拼了命地亲我。
“这会我来操你，”他说，“我就想咱俩最后这一回，单单是咱俩。”他这么定了主意，我是真他妈高兴。
他待了不止一个钟头，发了疯似的亲我，嘬我的鸡巴，舔我的屁眼，凡是想得出来的架势，全把我操了个遍。能这么独独跟他一个人弄，真他妈好。他弄得那么烈，那么撩人。末了，他又叫我仰面躺着操我的时候，倒着气说，他非射不可了。“我能跟 Habib 那么狠地操你不？”他说。“想多糙就多糙，”我说，“弄一回叫你记一辈子的。”
他把我的腿收拢来，死命朝后压下去，稳稳当当操了一阵，那对眼死盯在我眼里。跟着他猛一下眼神散了，拿他那根鸡巴往我屁股里那通狠擂，比他从前哪一回都猛。
“再狠！再狠！”我嚎着，“还能再狠点！”他眼珠子朝上一翻，跟着我就觉出来了。他一泡老厚老厚的货射了出来，那动静，闷嚎得震天响。一股接一股，深深滋在我里面。就在那同一刻，我发觉自己他妈也射了，连手都没用上。我那泡精从自己身子里激射出来，一直溅到我脖子上。完了我们俩全塌下来了，他又拼了命地亲了我好一阵子。这一炮，真真他妈是忘不了了！
完事我们冲了澡，他穿好衣裳。我只把浴袍披上了。明儿早上十点酒店有班车送我去机场，那个点正是酒店忙的时候。Zain 跟我说，他那时候怕叫正事缠住脱不开身，我们就在这屋里道了别，省得明早上他没法送我。
我真心真意谢了他这一番好意，又谢了他白给我住的房、白给我吃的饭。完了从行李里掏出一件礼来送他——是一幅从老家带来的镶了框的土著画。他拆开来，瞅着是真喜欢。
“你非得再回来不可，”他说，“你什么时候来，什么时候白住在我这儿。”我们说好了接着联络。完了他亲了我道了晚安，就走了。
他走了以后，我心里有点空落落的，就闷头收拾行李，免得明早上手忙脚乱。完了上床，把日记补完了，又看了阵子书，熄了灯。
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星期二
第二天早上退房的时候，我没瞅见 Zain。坐着酒店班车往机场去的路上，Arif 给我打了个电话。他叫我一路平安，听着那声倒有点伤情。他又死说活说，非叫我再回来看他，我应了，说一定想办法。
飞回吉隆坡一路上没出什么事。跟那帮老朋友碰了面，待得挺舒坦。在那儿本也能找人干那档子事，可我人乏了，就光想回家。这一趟假，过得真他妈不赖，那“运动量”，也真真给得足足的！
回家以后上性病诊所查了查——你们要是替我操着这份心的话——嘛事没有！
过了一阵子……
自打那趟去，到如今两年了。我跟 Arif 没断了联络，他老央告我再过去，可一直没成行。他那电器铺子，买卖越做越兴旺。他叔叔 Nadeem 也常念叨我，说等再见面，又有好些个朋友要给我引见。Arif 说，那个绝品货 Mahmoud，自打那场群交大会以后，再没半点儿音讯。
Waleed，饭馆里那个毛扎扎的大块头跑堂的，寻了个相好，搬美国去了。Mered，那个黑埃及人，在 Whatsapp 上跟我聊了一阵子，末了也没声了，我发的消息也不回。
Kamran，拉合尔那个浑身是毛、辣得要命的生意人，去年来了趟澳大利亚。我在他酒店里跟他住了一晚。能再瞅见他真他妈高兴，他还一直叫我去拉合尔他家里，这事还撂在那儿。
Zain 也还联络着，可人已经从卡拉奇搬到北边白沙瓦去了，在那儿管着一家大酒店。他跟我说，那头好些个家伙想见见我。他给他们瞧了我照片！他又说，卡拉奇那个酒店经理 Ali 讲，我要是再过去，也能住他酒店里。
就一桩事叫人难受——Vimal。我离开卡拉奇刚一个月，有一天他没上铺子里去，打那往后，再没人见过他。Arif 什么也打听不着，连 Vimal 家里那边也问不出来。
他叫我甭瞎操心，可他新招的伙计叫 Musa，那根鸡巴比 Vimal 可大多了！
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