Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2002 23:24:44 +0000 (GMT)
From: agha azfar ali <aghaaa@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: An Unusual Experience

I had finished College two years ago and all I had
done since was eat and watch TV, my family were fed up
with this by now and told me to get my act together, I
felt too it was about time I did something, but the
type of jobs I was interested in didn't pay much as
they were meant for the lower strata of society and
were considered "menial" by our standards, that is the
White collar family of Bankers, Business and Military
men that I come from, lots of offers came my way
through the family and friends for jobs that paid
well and were with good companies, but all were
routine office work and I hate routine work,
especially a 9 to 5 job in an Office, I love the
outdoors, Sunshine, to sit an office and miss out on
that is like a prison sentence to me, just cant get
over people who return home in the dark having missed
all those glorious hours of Sun, sitting in one place
doing the same boring thing every day, after day,
after day. Sorry! but it's not for me.

I started to browse for jobs in the weekly classified
hoping to come across something I'd enjoy, nothing
came up, so I went and joined a restaurant just to
keep me busy, a restaurant job is no different to an
office one, just that in an office you sit around,
while here theres a lot of physical work, dealing
with food stuff, dealing with loads of attitude, I
used to feel sorry for the managers, glad that I was
a server, although the money was good for doing
nothing, In a short time I knew it was not something I
wanted to do long term, but I looked at the positive
side, that the experience would open up other doors,
perhaps as a steward with some airline. Two months
down the road I quit working and sat at home again.

The work experience, though not to my liking, did get
me into a routine as far as other aspects of my life
were concerned, I also noticed I became more
interested in things and myself, it had a good effect
and it was good to be out of the house, so I began to
browse the papers again, yes the family offers were
there but I didn't want to take any favours lest I
quit work after a few days, didn't find much except
the office assistant types, which involved running
from door to door, I passed those up, hate driving in
the city even more during office hours, then one day
I came across this one ad that sounded like something
different that I might like doing, it was for a
reputed foreign company, who wanted someone who likes
dealing with people, and involved traveling to another
town two hours drive from Karachi where, I was
living, they needed some one to inspect their vehicles
at a depot there, I decided to give it a shot and
mailed my resume.

A week later I received a call from the company asking
me to come for an interview, I went for it, the
manager, said I'd get a call if selected. The call
came a few days later and I was asked to report to
duty on Thursday, which was three days away. Thursday
came and I went to work, the office was nice as are
all foreign organizations, it was in a house in a posh
locality not far from the area where we lived, I was
introduced around, and briefed on my assignment, I was
also given a small company car to drive unchauffered
to and from the town but not to take home, good I
thought I'll be spared maintenance, though the free
fuel would have been good for our car.

My first trip came the following day, since I had
never been out of the city on my own I was a bit
nervous and yet excited, so I took off early
afternoon, got to the place, it was rather backward,
did my work dealt with all the rough looking drivers,
and rushed back before dark, not bad I thought,
exhausted I went to sleep. The job turned out to be
fun, I would also get to stay overnight in the town
sometimes, it was good to experience a different way
of life, it had now been five months since I was doing
this, during that period I had taken up some computer
courses in my spare time, and gotten involved with a
fabulous girl whom I had met at the centre, her name
was Fozia, she was 20, her family had recently moved
to Karachi from Islamabad, I liked her from the moment
we met, she was simple, funny and down to earth this
despite being a beauty, which is quite rare to find in
this day and age, she reminded me of the actress
Brooke Sheilds, whom I loved sine I was a kid, and for
Fozia to have not only her looks but also her ways,
made me wonder if fate had plans for us, I was smitten
and she liked me too. I wanted to marry her.

Fozia was on my mind as I drove back home from work as
ususal, I was also listening to my favourite numbers
from the 70s on a portable CD player, which I really
enjoyed, in a daze I drove on when suddenly the CD
started to skip, I turned to press some buttons to get
it to play, but it wouldn't, as I bent down for a
moment to check the player, I felt a hard jolt,
followed by a loud flapping noise, I had hit some
thing, and the left front tire had burst, right in the
middle of nowhere which was a sugarcane field with
the thing growing 8 feet tall or more on either side,
it was strange that the incident should happen here, I
always did dread passing through this place, there was
never a person in sight here, and even now there were
none.

I was disgusted, hated changing tires, even though
its no big deal on the small car, but still, just the
thought of going through the hassle grrrrrr!!! I
looked around to see what I had hit, it turned out to
be a protruding piece of rock, "Oh well" I thought,
and started to get all the stuff out to change the
damn thing, it was evening and soon it would be
getting dark, after getting the equipment out I
reached for the tyre, it seemed stuck, I tried harder
to tug it free, when it struck me that it was flat!
The part that I was pressing had sunk right up to the
rim, "Oh Please No" I said out aloud, I was nearly
half way out of town and my cell phone was out of
range, no way was I going to sit around here in the
dark, had heard one too many tales of the unseen in
these areas to even consider staying back, and yet
these fields were the favourite places of wild boars,
those crazy tusked cousins of the pig, known to attack
and shred to pieces any one in sight if they were
frightened by their presence, not to mention the
poisonous snakes, if I did take a hike it would be
very risky.

I decided it was worth the risk rather than sit around
and wait for nothing like a fool, at least I'd end up
in civilization, better than seeing what I didn't want
to see in the dark, so I started walking, it was
getting to be dusk by now, the town was what seemed
like miles away, another threat I hadn't considered
were bandits notorious for inhabiting these parts, but
what did I have they could benefit from?, again I
thought, at least I'd be amongst people, with that I
started to walk faster. I had been walking 20 minutes
heading in the direction of the town when I saw a
donkey cart coming my way, with a man atop. The guy
stopped the cart near me, I was relieved to see him as
it was Yawar a new guard who had recently joined the
depot, he inquired what had happened, I narrated the
story and asked him if he'd take me back to town,
offering to pay him for the inconvinience.

Yawar must've been around 40, big built around 6' 3",
with a heavy broad bone structure, very dark skin and
a big strong face which was balanced by a mustache,
thick straight medium length, black hair covered his
head, he was dressed in a sky blue shalwar suit which
seemed to be one size small for him further
accentuating his build, I didn't know him as well as
the other staff, but he seemed to be a decent enough,
I was pleasantly surprised when he greeted me with my
name, since we were in the middle of nowhere he told
me its best to come to his house as it was closer than
town, it was also getting dark and his animals were
hungry, they needed to be fed, also it was not safe to
be out at night over here, just as I had thought. The
considerate person I am we set off for his home, the
ride was pretty rough we made small talk all the way,
he told me about himself, married twice with five
children , three girls from the first wife, one boy
and one girl from the second, passing the car, he saw
the tyre and said "We'll get it fixed tomorrow".
Tomorrow? I didn't plan to stay on here till then, I
thought to myself.

I wanted to call my family as soon as possible because
they'd be expecting me home soon, and would start
worrying, we must've been riding for nearly 20 minutes
when he turned onto a path leading to a small hut
right in the center of a Corn field, I had expected
like a small village or at least a house full of
people but it seemed as if he lived alone, turned out
he worked in the fields partime so the owners had
given him the hut to stay in, his family was away in
his village much farther from the town, and usually
someone or the other did live with him, but was away
tonight. He opened the pad locked door which led into
a small room and said, "Come, make yourself
comfortable".

A plastic sheet had been spread out on the floor and a
Charpai sat in the corner with a pillow and covering,
a calender hung on the wall as well as a few religious
verses along side posters of local actresses of
notorious character, a small fan was running, hanging
from the ceiling and just one bare bulb lit up the
place, in another corner something sat covered with a
brightly coloured cloth on a small table, clothes hung
on a rope, a bolted window with a metal grill was
right across the door, "rather dingy" I thought, he
brought the phone which was kept locked in a box, I
thanked him and started to dial, he went out to feed
the donkeys, coming back in he sat down in the other
corner and started to cut some vegetables that he had
brought from the town to prepare dinner, I made my
calls informing everyone I was OK, and would try to
make it home later, I tried calling the depot, but got
no reply, called the office told them what had
happened and they said they'd try and get assistance
as soon as possible and asked me for the number to
contact me, Yawar informed me to my utmost disgust
that the phone was only meant for out going calls so I
tried my best to explain directions to the man on the
other end of the line and put the phone down, I then
called my home and told them not to worry as I was at
the depot, and would be home by afternoon. Couldn't
tell them I was in a small hut with a total stranger
in the middle of nowhere.

After setting up the food Yawar came and sat down and
poured us two cups of hot, milky tea from a Thermos,
then he went upto the table and uncovered something
that delighted me to no end it was a small TV, I was
glad at least now we'd have something to look forward
to, he turned it on, it was Black and White, and had
no cable, but it would do, better than nothing I
thought, he sat down next to me on the floor and lit a
cigarette for himself offering me one but I don't
smoke, so I refused, the scent made it quite obvious
there was hash in the cigarette, but it didn't bother
me. Dinner was ready after a while so we sat down to
eat in front of the TV, commenting on the shows and
the people, the vulgar dance from a regional film
being shown really seemed to excite him, I  wouldn't
be surprised if he was doing the animals out side when
he was horny, gross thought, but people from these
parts are known for harbouring this trait, it was just
at that moment he said, "brother, over here we don't
miss out on a single opportunity to have sex", it was
as if he had my mind and that really got me wondering,
poor animals I thought to myself. Food was great, I
complimented him, he poured us some more tea, as I
hadn't taken the rather turbid looking water he was
drinking, it was right out of a well.

We were both exhausted by now, couldn't even bring
ourselves to talk much, my eyelids were getting heavy
and he seemed to be drugged from that cigarette, I was
surprised to note that the time was only 9.30 pm, I'd
be planning to go out for dinner at this time, I told
him I was feeling really sleepy "where do I plop
myself?" I asked him, since the Charpai was single and
would not accommodate two people, he was very annoyed
at my query, "Why, On the bed of course brother" he
replied "you're my guest, my brother, please don't
insult me" I was really taken aback by his generosity,
" but what about you?" I asked, hoping he didn't plan
to share the bed, "I'll be okay on the floor" he said,
to my relief, I felt really bad and insisted he at
least take the pillow, to which he finally agreed, he
offered me his spare clothes to sleep in too, but I
politely turned him down, saying I was comfortable, in
no time I dozed off while he watched TV with a low
volume, puffing on another joint, some time later I
woke up on hearing him talk to some one, he was on the
phone and was telling the person he had a friend over
and would be okay of what I made out from the little I
understood of his native language. He put the phone
down with that.

 My eyes half closed with sleep, I watched him lock
the door, heading towards the TV he switched it off,
he didn't switch off the light which was right next to
it, since it was shining in my direction, I changed my
angle facing  the wall, my back towards him now,  I
heard him walk in my direction to his bed o the floor,
which was next to the Charpai I was on, no sooner had
I turned and was about to doze off again, I felt the
bed move, for a split second I thought he must have
hit against it with his big body while getting into a
comfortable position, just then I felt some one touch
me, I turned around and saw it was Yawar, before I
could do anything he grabbed me, throwing himself on
top and said "its best for you if you stay put and
comply" and started smothering me with kisses and
rubbing his crotch against mine, I was stunned and
didn't know what to do, my drowsy state had made my
reflexes a bit lax, I wanted to get up and run, but
was numb with shock and confusion, I asked him what
the heck did he think he was doing, but he didn't stop
for a minute to answer. Didn't he call me "Brother" a
little while go? The Urdu adage "Brother by day, bed
able by night" crossed my mind.

 The more I tried to fight him off, the more he pushed
himself onto me, gosh! was he heavy, I felt I was
being crushed under him, he was smelling of sweat, and
cigarettes mixed with a musky sexual odour, hew was so
horny, that he started to bite, suck and lick my face,
it was as if he hadn't had sex for ages in no time he
was hard as a rock, the thing must have been around
7-8 inches long and felt like an iron rod against me,
by now he was making low groaning sounds, I wanted to
escape, but where would I go?, hide in those spooky
fields and risk something else?, I had also read many
stories in the papers of men forcibly fucking boys and
then getting rid of the evidence, thats the last
thing I wanted, so I played along, I began stroking
his big, broad back through the shirt, it was all wet
with perspiration, he brought my hands lower and put
them through his shalwar making me stroke his strong,
manly, hairy ass, I also started making low moaning
sounds, to my utter surprise I started getting aroused
by all this and started to get a hard on, I couldn't
believe it, my dick was now fully erect all four and a
half inches of it, my face was buried in his chest,
which was dark and mostly smooth, as a reflex I
started to kiss it and run my fingers through the hair
on his head, moving my face up I kissed him on neck
and the jaw.

It was hard to believe what was happening and what I
was doing, it came so naturally, I never had any
homosexual inclinations, men never turned me on, I did
admire the beauty and masculinity of some, but only to
the extent that I wanted to be like them physically, I
guess I was a bit unhappy with my self, I was 24 at
the time, about 5.7, fair, medium build, 60 kg, in OK
shape, brown hair, with a soft, serene look and aura
like a Roman statue, simply put I looked boyish, even
though I had grown a mustache, it hadn't made much of
a difference, I had always wanted to be like this
butch, brute type, who was wreaking his pent up
passions on me now.

Yawar lifted himself for a moment and taking my thin,
small hand placed it on his big, hard, rod still under
the shalwar, it was so thick and stiff by now I
thought It would snap off the body, pre cum was
wetting the cloth as the big, bulbous head strained
against it, I stroked it slowly, gently with a light
grip, relishing each second, for some reason it felt
great holding the dong in my hand, despite the
hardness the skin of the shaft retained a bit of
elasticity, I could feel the bulging veins throbbing
through it, as I stroked he thrust his hips forward,
all the while kissing my face, lips, eyes, nose, I
couldn't believe it, that I was actually letting it
be.

After a few minutes he got up and sat on my legs
pinning them down with his weight, which must have
been more than 90 kgs, he started to unbutton his
shirt, his big, strong fingers moving as fast as they
could, they looked as big as my cock, taking it off he
flung it to the side, his dark, almost black, sweaty,
beefy body glistening under the light, not muscle
bound nor fat but had lots of good healthy, flesh
which was kept in shape through hard labour in the
fields, his pecs were quite defined and had medium
size oreos which seemed small for a body this size,
his stomach just protruding a bit, with a big black
hairy navel, big enough to hold a pole in it.

 He then opened the cord the held his shalwar in place
and stood up on the bed getting out of it and dropping
it to the floor, his thick, iron rod bouncing out like
a big, black cobra let loose, looking for the person
who had disturbed its slumber, and to think I was
fearing the snakes outside, little did I know I'd be
running into one of a different kind, it was heavy and
fully engorged, protruding from a patch of bristle
like coarse black hair which seemed to have not been
shaved for a week, it had an angle and was turned
slightly towards the left, thickly veined, its
enormous, dark purplish head flared to the maximum,
like a huge plum, pre-cum glistening at the tip like
venom, the big hairy sack of balls pulled up into a
tight pouch, I had never seen anything like it, it
looked angry, mean, ugly and yet desirable at the same
time, bouncing slightly with each beat of his heart,
the thing seemed to have a life of its own, I was
spellbound seeing it, it was one of the most erotic
sights I have ever witnessed as far as my sex life is
concerned, which had only been with females so far.

It didn't end there, the guy also had on him a pair of
thick, hairy, some what defined legs, with big square
manly knee joints, which are my weakness I always
admired good legs and envied guys with them, his legs
were thick right down to the ankles, with healthy
meaty calves, and big strong veined feet, unlike the
toothpicks most Pakistani men have (and as do I), even
if they're built well on top, I was too turned on by
this sight and got up to stroke these tough, masculine
pillars, it was a treat to run my hands through the
hard, big strong, hairy legs of a man, so different to
the soft silkiness of a girl, I went right up to the
thighs and moved to the sack, cupping the big balls,
moving forward I bit into the sack gently. The smell
of a man in need was intoxicating.

 Yawar stroked his hard on with his rough hands,
pre-cum dripped from it onto my jeans, he bent his
knees a bit bringing his ugly man tool to my face,
holding my head in one hand and his cock in the other
like a giant glue stick, I tried to break free from
his grip fearing what was coming next, but he pulled
me by the hair towards his big plum like head which
was now staring at me, dripping, he wiped it off on my
face and lips, smearing them with his man glue. Still
holding my head he let go of his cock and started
thrusting it into my face with his hips, contracting
his muscles to make it bounce, each contraction made
the big head land on a different part of my face and
leave a streak of the clear liquid as it departed, my
nose, eyes, lips, chin, cheeks all got their fair
share.

Getting on to his knees on the bed he placed his
throbbing, stiffie in my hands again, and proceeded to
take off my T shirt, literally ripping it off my body
as he undressed me, rubbing his big warm hands all
over, circling my nipples with his thumbs, a current
ran through me as he touched them, he moved to my
jeans and undid them and pulled it off roughly, he
cock slipped out of my hands and bounced while he
worked them off my legs, the bouncing beauty
mesmerised me, and I started pinching my nipples while
Yawar pulled of my underwear which by now was also wet
with pre-cum.

Now that I was completely naked, he gently lowered me
back onto the bed, and leaned over me on his thick and
powerful, hairy arm, while holding his manhood with
the other hand he started to smear his pre-cum on my
genitals and thighs, he then made his big black snake
kiss my small tan cock, exchanging the juice between
them, It aroused me so much I almost came, with my
hands I began stroking his big, brown body, pulling
him onto me, I never knew I would be doing this to a
man, and to think just a while back I was craving
Fozia, and now?

 As he lay on me I felt his hard rod throbbing an
rubbing against my thigh it was a fabulous feeling, I
caught it and caressed it, he took my hand, cock still
in it and had me place it between my legs just below
the balls, telling me to hold them tightly together,
Yawar started thrusting his hips, I gripped his cock
tighter, it was great to feel the hard, thick,
throbbing rod moving between my pre cum smeared legs,
after a while I couldnt bear it any longer, holding
Yawars big, manly body, I started thrusting with him
in rhythm.

I held him tighter, groaning as if he was driving his
manliness up my hole, "More...more" I cried out in
Urdu, stroking his hairy, firm butt, his broad smooth
back, running my fingers through his thick, black
hair, Yawars face had been buried in my shoulder all
the while, and his thrusts were getting faster and
rougher now, the big cock head was hitting into a very
erogenous area just behind the balls, each thrust that
touched that part made me want to cum, his breathing
getting heavier his hot breath warming my ear, he was
also sweating profusely as was I, he suddenly gripped
my face under his manly armpit, smelling of
pheromones, that did it, I shot like a geyser, spewing
an amount of cum I never imagined I could produce, the
orgasm was so intense because of the big mushroom
hitting against my most sensitive part, it seemed
never ending, my cum smeared both our bodies as Yawar
kept thrusting between my legs.

Fully spent, it dawned on me what was happening, and I
was jolted back to my senses, feeling put off and
exhausted by now and wanted this experience to end, to
make him come sooner I started moaning louder to
further arouse him, tightening my legs even more, now
I could feel his cock straining to move between them,
just then Yawar got up on his big hands, and still
thrusting looked into my eyes, he seemed to be in a
trance, sweat was dripping off his forehead his hair
was wet and it was drenching me too, his mouth closed
tightly, he was breathing heavily through his nose,
exhaling hot air into my face, I started running my
hands up and down his chest and belly fingering the
navel, I looked at him still not believing what was
happening, that a man was doing me, isn't this how I
fuck girls?, I thought, he had reached the peak by
now, he gripped my throat with his left hand, scaring
the life out of me, he then grabbed hold of my hand
with the other and placed it on his sack, resting all
of his weight on the one on my throat for that moment,
I began kneading and squeezing his bullocks.

He gave one final hard thrust and clenching his teeth
let out a gushing stream of hot loin gel, which hit
just behind my balls, flooding the sheet, my butt and
legs, his body quivered as he let out one long string
of cum after another, each ejaculation made him thrust
his hardness deeper, for the last two his cock had
been freed from my legs, and his juices splashed onto
my stomach, chest and face, thick hot creamy gooey,
man cum, I rubbed it on my body, it filled into my
small navel, forming a pool, while he looked at me
grinding his teeth and stroking his still  hard
manhood to squeeze out the last few drops, I was
dazed, like I didn't know what hit me, he heaved a
sigh, and rubbed his now semi hard dick against my
genitals, with that he got up to get a towel to wipe
himself, I was left to fend for myself, but he gave
the same cloth too, Yawar was sweating and panting
like he'd just run a marathon, "that was great...hope
you enjoyed it too" he said, in between breaths and
gave me a hug, finally he said something considering
we went through the entire episode without him
uttering a word, except for groaning, I lay there
stunned, while he smoked yet another joint, then he
gave me another clean piece of cloth to tie around the
waist and told me join him outside for a bath, as
according to our religion its not good to go to sleep
in an impure state, I was amazed at this gesture of
his as myself I have slept in impurity countless
times, well no more.

 As sleepy as I was I did as told, it was cold
outside, I kept staring at Yawar as he bathed, his
lower half covered with a sheet tied around his waist,
he looked really hot, I envied his masculine form,
couldn't get over the fact that this man had sort of
raped me tonight and it was no big deal for him, like
something normal, drying up I put on my clothes as
fast as I could, he got into a shalwar only, his
broad, torso exposed and wet, wiping his hair, the
muscles in his strong, thick, hairy arms flexing with
each movement, the experience had left me confused
then it struck me, about something he had said
earlier, "over here we don't miss out on a single
chance to have sex", it all added up, that's why he
hadn't taken me back to town earlier when he could
have, desperate bastard I said in a low tone, I can
bet the phone wasn't one way either, feeling debased
and disgusted, more so at the fact that I had ended up
enjoying a man pleasuring me, I was repelled by the
thought, he saw me looking at him and smiled, put his
shirt on, switched off the light and lay down on the
floor next to my bed which had a clean sheet now,
"Goodnight" he said and was snoring with in seconds, I
could not sleep, but eventually did, quite
uncomfortbly, following day I quit the job as soon as
I got back home.