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.
To be continued....
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