III.
Lahore, Pakistan (Teacher)
-- Tuesday --
I flew from Bangkok to Karachi and caught a flight to Lahore, arriving in late afternoon. It was during one of those rare times when the enmity in that area of the world was negligible. Besides, I had an 'unofficial invitation' to visit Lahore.
One of the clients of the company that employed me was a ministry of the Pakistani government. Four month ago, while at a party hosted by the company, I had mentioned to the ministry's representative that I had always been interested in the Mughal gardens and the Tomb of Jahangir, an emperor. It was then that the unofficial invitation was extended.
When I had made my plans, I reestablished my contact with the ministry's representative and an official letter soon followed. I felt confident that I would be in little danger. My stay would be brief!
I was met by a staff member of the ministry, dressed Western style and taken to a modest, but eminently comfortable hotel which I had booked before leaving Thailand. Yusof, the staff member, was efficient, very well mannered and saw that I was made comfortable in my lodgings.
I showered, dressed and went down to the lobby. I was quickly made aware that I was in a Muslim country because there was no lounge in the hotel. This would be a nonalcoholic stay! I really don't crave a drink all the time, but sometimes it's damned good!
Deciding not to be too curious, I walked outside and around the block. I had been warned by a friend, who thought my sojourn here was madness, that I should be cautions and not go out after dark. The area was quiet, and many of the shops were closing. Walking back to the hotel after my brief exploration, I decided to have dinner a bit early. Pakistanis take their last meal of the day much later than I normally do.
The restaurant was not crowded and sported linen covered tables. The coverings were obviously worn, but clean. I ordered chicken tandoori, a mixed vegetable dish, birani rice, and fresh, sweetened lemon juice. I placed a small portion of each on my plate--savoring each mouthful. The waiter literally hovered! After I had finished what was on my plate and before I could replenish it--my plate was whisked away and replaced with a clean one. It was all delicious and I ate slowly. Four plates later, I ordered coffee. There is something about the coffee in Asia that is different from country to country and decidedly dissimilar from that which I was used to at home. It was aromatic, rich and delicious!
Before going to my room I inquired at the desk about hiring a car or taxi that would take me to the Tomb of Jahangir the next morning. I was informed that they would arrange it all for me.
"Would 10:00 be too early, Sir?"
"No," I answered, "That would be fine."
-- Wednesday --
I slept like a log. No dreams and woke early, refreshed. After showering, I went downstairs had coffee, a light breakfast and walked around the block again. The shops were just opening and the sight of a foreigner walking about brought many stares and a few friendly nods. Stopping at one shop, I purchased several bottles of mineral water. I had been warned not to drink the water here--coffee was OK as it was boiled!
Returning to the hotel, I was handed an issue of the Karachi Times--in English, no less. I thanked the desk clerk and went up to my room, ordered up a carafe of coffee and began to read.
At precisely 10:00 my phone rang.
"Your car is here, Sir."
Thanking him, I splashed water in my face, dried, grabbed a small back pack I purchased in Thailand, placed in it two bottles of water and went downstairs. Standing in the lobby was Yusof!
"Hello, Yusof," I greeted him, a bit surprised.
"Good morning, Sir. I am to be your guide," he stated, matter of factly!
Today, Yusof was dressed Pakistani style--pajamas (long, narrow-legged pants) and a kertas (loose tunic-like garment which fell to his knees) and the obligatory Pakistani hat. Over one shoulder he carried a cloth bag.
"Well, thank you," I replied, "I hadn't expected this."
We exited the front door of the hotel and found an older model car--the make of which I had no idea. The driver, ceremoniously opened the rear door. I and Yusof entered. Yusof spoke to the driver--of what I had no idea--and we drove off. The car was small--almost a sub-compact and it was not air conditioned. At this early hour it was comfortable and the windows were lowered half way.
As we drove through the streets, Yusof pointed out marks of interest in a continuing, lilting patter! Soon we arrived at the tomb--a wide, square, low structure with a tall towers (minarets) at the four corners. It's size was impressive in its own way.
As we entered the compound, nature called and I asked where the toilets were. I was directed to the proper door and entered. The toilet was empty, none too clean, and almost primitive by my standards. The urinal was along one wall and consisted of a tiled trough with water trickling down from several openings at the top. Stools were absent, but stalls with the typical squat toilets lined the opposite wall. I stepped up to the trough to relieve myself. Seconds later, Yusof entered, stood a ways from where I was standing and proceeded to relieve himself as well--or so I thought!
I glanced over quickly--enough to see what could be considered a cock that was tantamount to large. I continued my task and glanced over once again. Yusof was not pissing, but holding his sizable member and looking at mine. Shaking off the last trace of urine I turned, washed my hand at the single sink and left without glancing at my guide again. "Must have been checking out the size relationship," I surmised to myself. Not unusual in Asia, I had discovered.
We toured the sizable tomb for the next hour and a half. The scale of the structure was impressive. The workmanship exquisite. It must have been truly astounding in the 17th century when it was completed. Time had taken its toll, still it was magnificent!
It was lunch time. We left and Yusof instructed the driver as to where we were to eat. This I assumed, as the restaurant was decidedly upscale, reasonable by my standards and clean. The food was well prepared and delicious. Yusof and I ate in relative silence--we were both hungry from all the walking. The driver, I was told would find his own place to eat. After lunch, we returned to the car.
The Wazir Khan Mosque was to be our next stop. I had read about the mosque which was considered to be singular--and it was! Again, the detail was impressive, but the forms of the mosque was its real drawing card. The afternoon had grown hot, and I was forced to take numerous draughts of water. Most was lost in perspiration.
Later nature called. Again, I inquired as to the whereabouts of a toilet. Again, Yusof entered shortly after me. However, this time he stood somewhat closer and openly gazed at my exposed cock. I, also, glanced at his substantial member a trifle longer than I had done that morning. At my second glance, I also noticed that he was not urinating. I briefly glanced up at his face. He returned my gaze and I thought that I detected an imperceptible wink. Could I be sure? I returned a slight smile, zipped up my fly and left the toilet.
Minutes later, when Yusof joined me, there was a decidedly inquiring look to his eyes. I decided that I was reading too much into the situation.
We had finished our tour of the mosque and Yusof asked if I would like to visit the market. I said that I would. Markets in Asia are all relatively similar--open air stalls, frequently devoted to the basic necessities--meat and vegetables--stalls of local delicacies, those displaying handiwork, stalls of clothing, and others selling all other manner of goods. It was hustling and crowded. Jostling was commonplace. The smells were enticing and unique! After an hour, I had had enough. Again, sensory overload.
It was late afternoon and I asked to be driven back to my hotel. "Damn! Wish I could have a beer," I thought to myself as the hot wind from the open window of the car assaulted my face. The ride back to the hotel was a bit longer than I expected. The traffic was unbelievable--all manner of motorized two-, three- and four-wheeled vehicles, bullock carts, horse drawn carriages and people clogged the roadway. By the time we reached the hotel I had consumed all my water and needed a shower.
I got out of the car, thanked Yusof and quickly walked into the hotel and to my room. I barely had time to remove my shirt when there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, there stood Yusof! He looked at my bare torso and smiled, knowingly back at me. His hand dropped to his crotch and cupped his bulge.
I was astonished! Not at his obvious, lascivious gesture, but at his sudden appearance, unannounced. I was momentarily speechless as I gazed at him. Obviously he took my surprise as an invitation. He stepped into the room, closed the door and cupped my crotch!
Now, Yusof was not bad looking at all. Black, slightly wavy hair; black, beautifully arched eyebrows over sparkling eyes; a straight, strong nose; an obligatory thick, black mustache and sensuous lips made up this man's handsome face. He was somewhat taller than me--maybe 6'1" and appeared to be of a slender build. His shoulders were broad, but that was all I could see with his Pakistani garb.
He continued to fondle my cock as he embraced me with his other hand. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply--probing my mouth with his tongue. The combination of these actions caused a certain, understandable, predictable response in my groin. He increased his expert fondling and kissing 'til I was completely and irrevocably erect!
Smiling, he stood back, kicked of his sandals, removed his kertas, untied his pajamas, and let them drop to his ankles. He stood there only garbed in a pair of loose boxers which were considerably tented by his rigid cock. He was slender, but not thin, broad shouldered with dark, large aureolas defining his chest, flat lightly defined abs, narrow hips and long lightly muscled, tapering legs. His chest exhibited a dusting of dark hair, as did his legs. He was quite appealing--particularly in the tented boxers. These he slowly drew them down until his cock popped out and sprang up and out, proudly!
Astonishingly, his pubes were devoid of any hair--totally, smoothly shaved! This made his already substantial cock and deep hanging balls appear larger, yet, slightly incongruous by the denuding. The shaved cock and balls were in stark contrast to the black hair of the rest of his body. I was later to learn that shaved pubes is commonplace in the Arab-Islamic world, being an old practice to insure hygiene and the ridding of lice!
Well, that shaving certainly made his beautiful, considerable cock stand out--both figuratively and literally! I said to my self, "Damn!"
Yusof stepped out of his kertas and boxers and grabbed my cock again. This time a little more forcefully! I winced and stepped back.
"I need to shower first," I stated as my power of speech returned. I had not said a word since I opened my room's door so profound was my surprise! Needing a shower was true! I also needed a minute to collect my thoughts regarding this unexpected, but undeniable and potentially pleasant intrusion.
I walked into the bathroom and found Yusof directly behind me--this time fondling my ass!
"I shower too!" he informed me!
What was I to do? My mind was in turmoil! I slipped off my pants and fought my briefs over my rigid cock. We stood there naked, proudly erect and facing each other. Yusof's eyes were ablaze as they roamed, unimpeded over my body, I suppose mine had a similar look!
"What the hell! Go with the flow," I thought as I turned to the shower and adjusted the temperature.
Yusof immediately came up behind me and audaciously stuck his cock between my ass cheeks! The sudden intrusion and the blatant maneuver caused me to suddenly stand up, tense my buttocks and turn around to face him.
He stood there with, what only can be described as a leer on his face. I was not only taken back by this last move, I was a bit angry. No! I was furious by his action. He was too forward, too presumptuous, almost arrogant in his assumed effect upon me.
"Hey!" I exploded. "Take it easy! Will you?" I spat out. Then I added for good measure, "Is this what the ministry expects of you?"
My explosive reaction caused an obvious and immediate shift in his demeanor. He turned red and his eyes widened.
"No . . . I am sorry," he uttered apologetically and stammered, "I only . . . thought . . . that you . . ."
More calmly, now, I interrupted his observation, "What you thought plus the way you are acting are two different things."
"Sorry . . ."
There was a perceptible lessening of his erection. He appeared confused, disconsolate, subdued!
It is not that I am a control freak! But, I don't like being taken advantage of, unless it's by my own acquiescence. Further, the astounding assertiveness, the totally unexpected appearance of Yusof disconcerted me. Suraj and Tia had been . . . deferential, almost shy in their approach. Yusof had been uncharacteristically aggressive. I say "uncharacteristically" because I had been told, and had observed to this point that most Asians were "polite" to a fault. I wondered if this machismo-style was common in Pakistan. I was later to learn that it was, particularly in same sex encounters.
I held out my hand to him.
"Come on . . . let's shower," I stated quietly with a slight smile. He took my hand and we stepped into the shower.
The water flowed over out bodies. Yusof was subdued. I began to soap my chest then his. I concentrated on his nipples, rigid in the middle of their large, dark disk. Yusof's aureolas were larger than the norm, as I have mentioned, so was his cock! "I wonder if there is a correlation?" I mused.
I rolled the dark nipples between my thumb an forefinger. This brought a decided jerk to his returned erection. Smiling at him, I reached down and licked one and then sucked into my mouth. A moan escaped from Yusof's mouth. I looked up again and he slowly brought his lips to mine--tentatively probing for my tongue. I responded. Yusof drew me into a tight embrace as he torqued his body against mine. We both groaned. He grabbed by ass and squeezed them hard as he ground his unyielding cock against mine. He was not subtle!
"Easy," I said, pulling back from out passionate kiss.
"Sorry!"
Yusof, I was to find out, was an aggressive man when sex was involved. That can be OK if it is tempered. Yusof was un-tempered. Apparently, his techniques were minimal, almost anamalistic in their intensity.
I personally prefer a sexually assertive partner to an aggressive one! Parameters had to be established.
"I like to have sex you you. I want to have sex with you, But is must be slow and easy," I explained. "Understand?"
"Yes! Sorry."
He kissed me again--this time with assertive passion! I responded. My hand roamed down his back and into that deep cleft. He responded with a groan and a grinding of his hips--with less force than before, but still charged with primal energy. I cupped his ass cheeks and pulled him against my cock and I rotated my hips and cock against him. His hands again cupped my ass and fondled them--a finger gently probing my crack! He was a quick learner!
I broke the kiss, panting and turned my attention his ear where my tongue probed that most sensitive area. Yusof groaned and tried to turn his head away! I would not be dissuaded and traced my tongue in little circles on his neck below his ear. He groans continued, more guttural and a tremor passed through his body. I continued the tonguing and I urged a finger deep into his hot cleft. My other hand sought his hard cock and I rotated my enclosing fist over his large cock-head.
Suddenly, he pushed me away, looked wildly into my eyes and sank to his knees! In one movement he took my cock into his mouth and began to suck me. The sensation of my cock encased deep in his hot mouth was electric. I groaned and my hips involuntarily surged forward. His hands cupped my ass as he pulled me in 'til his nose was buried in my cock-hairs.
"Aahhhh!" escaped from my lips.
He continued to suction-pummel my rigid cock in his fiery, moist, sexy mouth. His large hands kneaded my ass cheeks until I was panting--his hands tattooing a lascivious sensitivity to my tight hole. I was on the verge of a cosmic explosion. I grasped his wrists, with effort pulled them away from my ass and backed away from his delicious mouth.
Breathlessly I said, "Let's go to the bed . . . . I'm close to cuming!"
Hearing that he tried to imprison my cock in his mouth again. I avoided him and stood, dripping in the middle of the bathroom. He stood up, eyes glazed, and cock erect and bobbing. I turned and walked to the bed. I was about to turn when I felt his hands gripping my cheeks and spreading them! "I was wrong!" I thought, "He's reverting to type."
I had read that virtually all Pakistani men, forbidden to partake in the pleasures of women outside of marriage, frequently find release in anal intercourse--particularly with young boys. I was hardly a young boy! Apparently for them fucking a guy's ass did not hold the same onus an did a woman's pussy! I guess a hole is a hole. This predilection is not the province of the unmarried, but practiced by married men on a regular basis, as well. Strangely enough gay sexual practice is anathema in Pakistan! No Pakistani man would ever admit to buggery! How they reconcile practice and social code is beyond me! The catamites who found this practice pleasurable would later shave their facial hair as a badge of their pleasure and desire. Frankly, I do not remember seeing today a man who did not support a mustache and/or beard. I did not wear a mustache or a beard. Was this the reason for Yusof's initial behavior?
But, I was not going to become anyone's vessel! About to turn and ask him to leave in renewed anger, I felt his hot probing tongue in my ass crack--searching for my puckered button.
"Arghhh!" exploded from my mouth as I bent over the bed to allow him unimpeded access. His tongue lapping my hole was as arousing as his mouth had been sucking my cock! His pointed tongue licked, circled and probed creating delicious sensations which were multiplied by the hair of his mustache rubbing against that most sensitive area. Tremors raced through my body. I luxuriated in the incredible feeling feeling that Yusof's tongue imparted. I was being reduced to a quivering, moaning mass!
Pulling away, I laid on the bed inviting him with my eyes to join me. Yusof crawled onto the bed, his partially limp cock and pendulous balls hanging low and swaying between his legs--an incredible view! He again approached my suck-hardened cock, standing pole-like. I maneuvered so that we both faced the other's cock--the classic soixante-neuf! As I had mentioned, Yusof's cock was bigger than average, maybe three-quarters of an inch longer than mine, substantial in girth, perfectly proportioned with a flaring mushroom head. As all Muslims, he was circumcised. Its shaft was relatively smooth and the cock-head was now bulbous and reddened. I slipped this head past my lips as he mouthed my cock again. I luxuriated in its feel and my tongue traced its outline in my mouth.
"Mmmm,"Yusof groaned and continued his sucking with renewed vigor.
My lips slid down his shaft 'til nearly all his cock was in my mouth. It was prodigious. I could accommodate nearly all of it. I began the slow in and out movement on that hard thing, relishing the sensation it created in my mouth. I slipped my hand between his legs and he accommodated my searching by lifting his leg. My finger sought and found his puckered hole. Like his pubes, Yusof also shaved his ass. I felt short stubble there. I drug my fingernail lightly over this button.
Again, "Mmmm,"Yusof groaned.
I deposited a dollop of saliva on my finger and returned to my task. I circled that place and, centering on its closed opening, I applied pressure. The tightly closed muscle gave way and my finger slipped in to the first knuckle.
"Arghhh," Yusof vocalized as he released my cock and looked down. He saw my mouth around his cock as I returned his gaze.
I inserted my finger further, slowly, rotating it as I entered. I could feel his sphincter spasm around my finger. Pushing my finger all the way in, I flexed it, searching for the inner button, finding it, I gently massaged that incredible gland.
"Allahmah," exploded, breathlessly from his throat. Then he turned and swallowed my cock again.
I begin to finger-fuck his hole in rhythm to my sucking mouth. Within a moment, I felt a finger pressured against my wet hole. I spread my legs a bit and felt one of his long fingers slide up my ass! It was delicious--sucking and finger-fucking in concert. We maintained that position and action for long minutes. Again I sensed I was reaching the pinnacle of arousal. I wanted to prolong this pleasure a while longer. But, I knew if I did I would explode in Yusof's mouth. I sensed the same with him as well.
I rolled away and rotated my body 'til we were face to face--cock to cock. "Not yet," I breathed, "too soon. . . . "
Yusof appeared surprised. "You want to stop?" he asked incredulously.
"No! I want this to last a bit longer. . . . You are a hot, . . . really hot, man . . . I want to enjoy you longer!" He seemed a bit incredulous, then I continued, "I think, Yusof, that you will find that your sexual pleasure will be greater when you also give your partner pleasure." He listened intently, it seemed. "When you sucked my cock, It felt so fantasti to me, probablly less to you. When we both sucked each other together--I think we both recieved more pleasure . . . " I could see that he was understanding.
The reticent Yusof smiled and again reached to fondle my cock. We kissed deeply and passionately again. His tongue was as arousing in my mouth as it was on the other areas of my body.
Again, I pushed away, and urged Yusof to lay on his back. I sat up and surveyed this beautiful and aggressive man. His eyes were locked on mine as I traced with a finger his lips; then the large, dark aureolas with their rigid center; down his flat stomach and stopped just above his cock. I marveled how incredibly alluring and compelling the shaved pubes appeared on this man. I reveled in the look of his considerable cock and pendulous balls springing from that smooth area. One normally associates a smooth pubes with a child, but the size of this man's cock and balls mitigated any misunderstanding of age. This was a man!
I parted his legs and knelt between them--another perspective of this sexual animal. I cupped his low hanging balls and watched his cock jerk. I slid a finger under his balls and reinserted into his hole.
"Aahhhh," Yusof groaned, as broke the locked-gaze on my face and closed his eyes. He obviously enjoyed this.
Yusof drew his knees up until his feet were touching his buttocks and splayed them. I was afforded a full, unimpeded view of his smooth, shaved nether regions. It was astonishingly provocative. My cock sprang up as I inserted my finger completely, and rolled his balls in my other hand--such a soft, satiny sack, such intoxicating plums! The sight of his hole bracketed by those naturally smooth, firm buns filled me with desire.
"Yusof, I want to fuck you," I whispered quietly.
He opened his sex-glazed eyes and focused on mine. He began to turn over.
"No, I want to take you this way!"
"That's for a woman!" he spat out and completed his move!
I was nonplused! Here this masculine Pakistani man who some time before was so randy he wanted to fuck me without preamble. Now that I wanted to fuck him, he readily acquiesced, but not on his back! Is there any answer?
The passive position that he now assumed was not entirely to my liking. I preferred doggie style--if I could not have him on his back!
"Bring your knees up!"
He complied. His shoulders and head were on a pillow, but he raised his ass by bring his knees up under him. I gently pushed his knees apart and observed his pendulous ball sac swaying below his puckered hole. He had surrendered, become completely resigned. But I wanted him a little less submissive. I took some lube from my bag and circled his pursed button with my finger. Slowly, I inserted my finger to a slight moan from Yusof. I watched my finger disappear into his tight hole and drew it out part way, only to reassert it. His moaning became louder as I massaged his prostate.
He groaned. "Do you like that?"
Yusof nodded his head, I repeated my quastion a bit more insistantly, "Do you like that?"
"Yessss," came the answer.
Slowly I established a rhythm. Yusof began swaying his hips from side to side, obviously relishing my finger. Not only am I a verbal creature, I am also strongly visual. The sight of my finger fucking his ass was a turn on. I loved seeing and hearing what sensations it caused. I removed my finger and popped in my thumb.
"Ahhh" He obviously found that exciting!
"You like that, huh?" I asked.
"Yessss," came the answer again, then an addition, "I like it."
I rotated my thumb back and forth, pulled it out and thrust it back in again!
"Arghhh!" exploded from his lips as I continued playing with his ass.
My cock was insistently jerking up. I overlapped my middle finger over the top of my index finger and carefully pushed it into his loosening hole.
Again, "Arghhh!" But this time Yusof lifted his head and shoulders off the pillow--true doggie fashion. He pushed back against my two fingers burying them in his ass.
He threw his head back. "Aahhhh!"
I reached between his legs and grasped his rigid cock with my lubed hand--sliding it up and down the entire length of his shaft, and squeezing the head. He began to rock his hips forward and backward and my fingers fuck his ass deeply. I could stand no more. I withdrew my fingers and loosed his cock. Gripping by burgeoning cock and positioned my cock-head at his hole I asserted some pressure. Yusof tensed. My cock-head popped in and the tight muscle griped my shaft just at the flaring. I held still--wanting him to get used to this invasion.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned and then pushed his ass back upon my cock. It slipped half way in!
"Aahhhh," he breathed and held still.
Then slowly, I pushed in the rest of the way--'til my cock-hairs were crushed against his shaved ass.
"Oh, God!" I uttered, "That feels so nice! You are such a fuckin hot man!"
His breathing returned to normal. Slowly I withdrew my imprisoned cock and then just as slowly slid it back up his hot, steamy hole. I began a slow fuck, grasping his hips with my hand!
"Ohhhh," punctuated each slow inward thrust! He began to meet my inward thrusts with backward thrusts of his own--each one quicker and more forceful than the last!
"You like my cock in you?" I asked, breathlessly.
"Oh, yes," came the simple reply.
I could feel his suspended balls slap against mine as I drove inward each time. I grasped his hips and met his thrusts with mine. We were like a connected, pistoning machine--gathering speed.
I again was approaching that plateau of primal, cosmic release.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" then, "ARGHHH," and finally, "ALLAHMAH," exploded from Yusof. At the same time I could feel a galvanic spasming of his ass. He had cum!
"ARGHHH," escaped from my throat as the paroxysm of his ass violently pushed me over the edge. I exploded deep in side him, filling his gut with my hot, lustral fluid.
We collapse on the bed, me on top and still embedded in his quivering ass. I reached beneath his belly, feeling his sticky cum and quaking cock! Sweaty we panted! Slowly our breathing retuned to normal. Slowly I withdrew my softening cock and lay beside Yusof! His eyes were wide and lustrous in the afterglow of that elemental release.
He focused, seeing my smiling face, he too smiled.
His smile broadened and he stated, "That was . . . . the first time . . . . " He appeared confused.
"First time, what?" I asked. "The first time that you've been fucked?"
"No," he smiled broadly, "First time I cum without touching my cock!"
Yusof had experienced a spontaneous orgasm! I envied him in way. In my meager same-sex experience that had never happened to me.
We embraced, snuggled together and drifted into rosy slumber.
We awoke to the dimming of the day--first me, then Yusof. As he opened his eyes and saw me, he smiled. I bent over and kissed him lightly. He reached and held my face prolonging the kiss a bit longer. We stretched and sat up. I turned to him.
"Would you like to take dinner with me?" I inquired.
"Yes," came the answer from this taciturn man.
"We should shower first," I admitted.
"Yes."
We walked into the bathroom, I adjusted the shower.
"Ready?" I asked.
"You first," he stated.
"You don't want to shower with me?" I questioned.
"Yes, but if I do we will not eat!"
No questioning simple logic! I showered quickly as Yusof watched, interestedly. Then he stepped in after I had finished and cleansed his body. We dressed quietly and went downstairs to the restaurant.
We were seated in an alcove away from the other diners. I ordered lamb in yogurt, while Yusof chose chicken tikka--the accompaniments were several kinds of spicy chutneys, nan, rice, and lasse. It was delicious and we ate ravenously. Chatting in between mouthfuls of savory food, I found that Yusof was thirty-one, married, with two children and had worked for the ministry since he was twenty. He had obtained the position through an uncle.
Coffee was ordered--that aromatic Pakistani type that was so delicious. Sipping my steaming coffee, I asked, "Yusof, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
Glancing around, seeing we were relatively isolated, he answered, seriously, "No."
"How long have you been . . . . having relations . . . . um . . . with men?"
He thought briefly, and answered, "Since I was thirteen."
"Thirteen?"
"Yes, the first one was an older cousin." he volunteered.
"How much older?" I inquired.
"He was twenty-eight."
It made sense. The literature that I had read stated that in Pakistan, the first sexual experience of a young man or boy is frequently with an older family member of the same sex--frequently an uncle, even a brother. There, apparently, is no consideration of incest. It seems to be a right of passage more than anything else. When the young man passes puberty and sports body hair--pubic hair and a mustache--he generally is no longer considered a suitable recipient of such incursions.
"Did it bother you?" I asked.
"What?" he asked, somewhat surprised.
"The act . . . . being fucked the first time!"
"No. It hurt the first time, but I got used to it," he answered simply.
"Did you enjoy it?" I probbed.
He merely shrugged his shoulders. I detected no emotional trauma or remorse. He approached it as something that just happens here. Nothing to worry about!
One final question, "Did you enjoy it this afternoon?"
His eyes quickly locked on mine and he answered simply, "Yes."
We finished the coffee and chatted amiably for a few minutes more. Then I signed the bill and we left the dining room.
In the lobby Yusof inquired, "Will you be wanting me tomorrow, Sir?"
"I want you tonight," I replied in a low voice and a smile.
He returned the smile, "Thank you, I would like that, but I need to get home to my family."
"Yes, of course. Tomorrow then? I would like to see the Shalimar Bagh in the morning."
"We should leave early, then. Would 8:00 be too early for you, Sir?"
"Sir?" I said soto voce, then in my regular tone, "No, Yusof that would be fine. 8:00 then!"
"Good night, Sir," he said with a glint and shook my hand, giving it a knowing squeeze.
"Good night, Yusof."
Turning, I went upstairs wondering what the morrow would bring.
-- Thursday --
Yusof picked me up promptly at eight and we drove through the light morning traffic to the outskirts of the town and the famous gardens of Shah Jahan, the Shalimar Bagh It was impressive. The engineering was astounding. We spent two hours walking about, savoring the gardens. We drove back at 11:00 and ate lunch at a small, but fine restaurant.
"Is there something you want to see this afternoon?" Yusof asked.
With a knowing wink, I said, "Yes!"
"And what might that be, Sir?" Yusof asked with a mocking grin.
"I can only tell you in my room."
Without another word, each knowing what the other desired, we drove back to the hotel and went straight to my room. Without preamble we undressed and embraced. We were both erect. We fell on the bed, maneuvered ourselves and I soon had his cock in my mouth and mine in his. I can't tell you how the sight of that big shaved cock and balls effected me. I was ravenous for it! I had positioned myself over his cock, after a few preliminary insertions I opened my mouth wide and lowered my head feeling that cock filling my mouth until I had swallowed the whole thing.
"Aahhhh," escaped from Yusof's cock filled mouth.
I clamped my lips around the base and when the gagging sensation ceased I began to bob up and down. My hand fondled his heavy ball-sack at the same time. I basked in the feeling of that big cock sliding in and out my mouth--its shaft slick with my saliva. I spent seconds circling the bulbous head with my tongue while it was still in my mouth.
Yusof moved from sucking my cock to licking my balls.
"Ohhhh," I moaned as his tongue laved my sensitive sack. Then his tongue migrated to my puckered, but already quaking hole. I anticipated the marvelous sensations that I had experienced the day before and humped by back--allowing him unobstructed access. His tongue darted about the outer surface and then began to penetrate my tight hole. The feelings were indescribably delicious.
"Ohhhh," I moaned again as his tongue invaded my muscled hole. I increased the rhythm of my bobbing head on his cock--pools of saliva formed around the base of his smoothly shaved cock. I could feel him spread my hole wider with his thumbs, exposing the tender, pink interior, and then he stabbed way in with his hot tongue!
"Arghhh!: exploded from my mouth.
Suddenly, the desire to have more of this wonderful man enveloped and consumed me like a revelation. I lifted of his cock, spun around so that my face was above his and my knees bracketing his hips. "I want you," I breather, hoarsely.
"What?" he queried, not yet comprehending.
"I want to feel your cock inside me!"
A smile spread across his face. He attempted to move out from under me. "No!" I stated flatly, "Stay where you are! I want to sit on your cock first . . . . you are so big . . . . I want to get used to it . . . . at my pace!"
He understood, smiled again, kissed me deeply and laid back. Yusof's kisses were probbing and completely uninhibited. It was interesting how this masculine Pakistani kissed with abandon. An action that most Asian men find a bit too intimate for same-sex encounters. Yet, he found the missionary position with another man demeaning! Curious!
I reached for the lubricant, anointed my fingers and inserted first one, then two up my ass in preparation for this wonderful invasion. I slathered a copious amount over his rigid cock between my thighs, raised up and forward, grasped his cock and maneuvered myself until it came in contact with my lubed hole. All the time Yusof never took his eyes of me and the beautiful smile continued to suffuse his face.
I bore down, taking deep cleansing breaths until the head popped past the muscled gate.
"Ahhhhh!" exploded from my mouth as I fought to relax and accommodate this great thing.
"Ahhh!" burst simultaneously from Yusof's mouth at the pleasure of the entry.
Seconds later I sat a bit further down, feeling some of that hard shaft sliding past my sphincter. Then again, I bore down! After the initial penetration, I had been able to relax somewhat. Finally, I was able to sit all the way down. Involuntarily my ass muscle spasmed around the base of the prodigious shaft. It caused Yusof's eyes to widen and his mouth to slack open.
"What are you doing?" he asked, breathlessly.
"I don't know," I honestly answered. I then, voluntarily, flexed my muscled hole.
"That!"
"You like that?"
"Yesss! It's . . . . it feels so good."
"You feel good!" I stated, and began to move up and down that pole!
As I did, the feeling of being completely stuffed began to be replaced with a feeling so pleasurable, that I wished it would not stop! I increased the speed of my movement.
Yusof closed his eyes and began to moan. Soon I detected that his buttocks were flexing in mini-thrusts as he met mine with his. Slowly I fucked his cock with my ass until we both began to moan uncontrollably.
I lifted off this source of immeasurable pleasure, crawled off the bed, reached for Yusof's hand and pulled him into a standing position in front of me. I grasped his rigid pole, turned around, bent slightly, positioned the head, and backed onto his cock!
"Ahhh!" escaped from my mouth as I was re-invaded--this time the pleasure of the insertion was a thousand times more pleasurable!
Yusof grasped my hips. I braced for a massive and forceful penetration. Not so! Slowly he began to fuck me, groaning and gasping with each push. His obvious and vocal delight fueled my own passion. His speed increased as did the depth of his thrusts. Soon I was being pistoned by this wonderful machine. Suddenly, he reached around and took my cock and began to manipulate it in concert with his penetrations.
" Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," exploded from our mouths as if in a well rehearsed duet.
"I'm about to cum," I breathed.
Yusof slammed into me, once, twice three times . . . .
"ARGHHH!" from me as copious amounts of pearly fluid ejected from my cock, spattering on the floor.
"ALLAHMAH!" from Yusof as I felt his cock swell and spasm as his hot cum flooded me. He held me tightly and we fell back onto the bed. His cock, yet hard, was still inside me.
"I have never come like that before!" the normally taciturn Yusof whispered. "You took me to Paradise!"
I turned my head so I could see his face, "That's what happens when you GIVE pleasure. Taking YOUR pleasure is never so nice."
He thought for a moment, turning over in his mind what I had implied. "Yes, you are right." Then he said, "Will you stay in Lahore . . . . Please!" He kissed me gently as his hands caressed my sweaty body.
"And what would happen if I did?"
"We would make love every day!"
"You mean become lovers?"
"Yes!"
"And if I could, what would your family and friends think or say? It would be impossible . . . . much as I would like it."
His face clouded, a single tear rolled down his beautiful cheek. "Yes, you are right. . . . " Tears now cascaded down his cheeks.
I pulled of his pinioning pole, turn and enfolded him in my arms. Here a man, typically a masculine Pakistani who had been acculturated to be the sexual aggressor, macho, taking what pleased him--he was but a wonderful human being exposing his very self to me. I shall miss him!
-- Friday --
Yusof met me in the lobby after breakfast. My plane was to depart at 3:00.
"Can we go to your room?"he asked quietly, then added, "One more time?"
"Yes." came my reply.
Upon entering, we quickly stripped and fell into a passionate, insistant embrace. We manuevered to the bed and fell upon it. Our passion mounted and was seemingly boundless.
"Can I fuck you?" Yusof asked with quiet, breathless passion.
"Yes," I answered then asked, "Can I fuck you too?"
"Yes."
I purposely lay on my back. I placed a pillow under my hips and drew my knees up. Yusof carefully entered me and began that erotic pas de deux. My legs encircles his waist and clasped him. I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, long and passionately as his adamantine cocked slid in and out of my eroticized ass. After some minutes Yusof withdrew. He lifted me from my prone position and manuevered himself onto his back, assuming the posture that I had originally held. His eyes hooded, he pulled me into position. I carefully lubed his exposed hole and slid first one finger into it and then the second. After a short time Yusof grasped my shoulders and pulled me into position. Carefully, I entered his hot love tunnel, and after a time I began to quietly fuck him. He too, wrapped his muscular legs about my waist and drew me closer. He reached up, grasped my face and drew me down to his desirable mouth and we kissed long and probing.
Elemental groans issued from deep inside his being as I plumbed his erotic depths. After some minutes I withdrew and lay beside him, we embraced and held each other 'til our raging cocks became soft an pliant.
Tears welled in Yusof's eyes, he reached over and gently placed a brief kiss on my lips. Then he got up, took my hand and led me to the shower where we cleansed each other.
All this without a single spoken word!
It was one of the most sensual experiences that I have ever had.
On the way to the airport, we exchanged addresses and he passed to me a small paper bag. At the entry to the immigration we shook hands warmly and both of our eyes misted a bit.
I did not open the contents of the bag 'til I was seated in the plane. It contained a small silver frame with a color photograph of Yusof and some writing. It was in Arabic and I could not decipher it. Later I was to find that he had written, "You have taught me much and for that I love you, Yusof."