Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2010 14:51:55 +0530
From: Wohi wohanvi <wohiwohanvi@hotmail.com>
Subject: A few weeks in Karachi Part II

A few weeks in Karachi
Wohi Wohanvi

Don't read this story if you are not of age or if you are offended by
descriptions of sex between males.  The story is loosely based on events
that took place many years ago when it was still okay to have sex without
protection.  Today, characters of this story, in similar circumstances
would practice safe sex.  So should the reader.

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                     Part II.  The Watchman

My uncle lived in a posh area with tree-lined avenues, large Californian
type houses with lawns and some office buildings.  This was a neighbourhood
that was relatively new and one could see many houses still under
construction with temporary huts for workers. My uncle had two young
children. Both he and his wife were warm and hospitable.  I was happy being
with them, eager to know what the city had to offer.

My uncle's residence was a double storied house.  He lived on the first
floor while an army officer lived on the ground floor.  The house had two
entrances. Ours was at the back and one used stairs that also led to the
terrace.  I was put up in the guest room near the entrance door. On one
side it overlooked the lawn and a formal garden that was part of the
downstairs house. On the other side was the bathroom and through its window
I could look at a set of rooms built for the domestic help.

In a few days I got a feel for the area.  At walking distance from my
uncle's house was a small hill that was flat at the top.  There was a dirt
road going there and often people drove up, parked to get a view of the
city in evenings and enjoy the sea breeze.

I discovered that most construction sites had Pathan workers who also lived
there in small shacks and had their own tea and food joints.  I thought
those might yield some willing men; it seemed worth exploring though risky.
Closer at home, I discovered that my uncle and his downstairs neighbour
jointly employed a Pathan as a night watchman who lived on the premise. He
came on duty in the evenings and had his days off.  All this I learnt from
my aunt and the domestic help.  I decided to take a look at him one day to
find what he looked like.

I bumped into him the very next morning.  At around 6am the bell rang and
woke me.  When I opened the entrance door I saw a man going up to the
terrace.  There were newspapers lying on the doorstep.  On seeing me, the
man stopped, came back and greeted me.  I looked at him enquiringly.

"I am the watchman finishing my duty.  Every morning I leave the newspapers
here and ring the bell", he explained politely and then added, "You must be
the guest from India".  I nodded and smiled back.

He was definitely good looking.  Medium height, athletic built, he had a
thick, clipped moustache and eyebrows that were joined, giving him an
intense look.  His eyes were large and had thick black eyelashes.  Like
most Pathans, he had a sharp nose, full red lips and high colouring. Three
day of stubble added to his appeal.  He spoke with the accent that I now
recognized.  He wore a black traditional suit and I could see his chest
hair from the open neck of his shirt.

He too was looking at me.  What he thought of my lithe body, longish hair,
boyish appearance and fair skin could not be read from his expression.  I
guessed his age to be about 30.  To make him stay there as long as I could
I started asking him questions that he didn't at all seem to mind
answering.

His name was Shams and he was really employed by the army officer
downstairs; my uncle simply paid half his salary.  He had been with the
colonel for many years and was treated almost as family.  He lived in a
room on the terrace where he was going now to get some sleep, and not with
the other staff.  There was another staircase that could take him directly
to the downstairs flat.  The main one he used only in the morning, leaving
the newspapers at our doorsteps.

"I would like to get a view from the terrace some time"; I announced and
then added quickly, "If it is okay with you and when it is convenient".

He looked at me for a few seconds before answering, "There is no view from
there but if you wish to come, I will leave the door open.  You can come in
the afternoon". He added, looking into my eyes, "I would be free and there
will be no disturbance.  You could see whatever you wish to", he added
looking into my eyes.

I blushed and nodded silently.  He climbed the stairs and was gone.  My
heart was beating a little fast and I was sure I had got myself a date, my
first in Karachi.

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We had some people for lunch who left at around 2.30pm.  I went to my room
and took a shower and wore my jeans without wearing underwear.  I wore a
loose shirt, keeping half the buttons undone.  I waited for nearly 40
minutes and then quietly came out of the house.  The door was kept closed
but unlocked during the day.  I climbed upstairs and came to door that was
closed shut.  I wondered if I should knock but then decided against it and
pushed the door.  It wasn't bolted and opened.  I entered the sun filled
terrace.  It was bare except for a clothesline stretched across the width
of the terrace.  Beyond it was room. Next to the room was the toilet with
the door closed.  I couldn't see the door of the room because of the
clothes hanging.  I stood there not knowing what to do next when the toilet
door opened and Shams emerged in just a pair of briefs, some washed clothes
in his hands.  He couldn't see me and started hanging the washing on the
clothesline.

I could clearly see his strong legs, the bulge under his red briefs and a
trim waist with a line of hair disappearing into the briefs.  It was a
great view and my heart was already racing.  I then cleared my throat and
Shams looked over the washing at me.  His expression was quite cool and he
bent under the clothesline and came up to me and greeted me.

"I hope I am not disturbing you", I said weakly.

He took my hand in his and shook it.  Holding my hand, he led me towards
his room silently, opened it and asked me to sit on the only chair there
was.  I sat and looked around.  The room smelt strongly of some perfume or
hair oil and cigarettes.  He sat on the unmade bed.  There were some
pictures of shrines on the walls and on the table some artificial flowers
in a bottle.  The room was very masculine in its feel and smelt masculine
too.  I was getting turned on by it.

"It is too hot to stand on the terrace and look around", Shams said.  "We
should wait till the sun goes down".

"What time do you have to go on duty?"

He smiled showing very white and even teeth.  It was an attractive smile;
"I am on duty, always.  And I can take time out when I want. Today you are
my guest.  You tell me what I can do for you.  After that I will go for my
duty". He looked at me meaningfully and continued to smile.

I looked at him.  His bulge seemed to have grown.  I smiled back.  "How do
I know what you can offer as a host?" I said coyly.

"Come here and I will tell you", he said and gestured me to sit next to
him.  I got up and sat on the bed.  He put his arm around my waist, pulling
me towards him.  My mouth was dry with excitement and I was beginning to
get hard.  I put my hand between his legs and felt his hard cock through
the material of his briefs and asked, "What is that?"

"Why don't you find out?" he smiled and put my hand inside his briefs.  His
cock was rock hard and I could feel its strength.  I could also feel coarse
hair.  I held his cock in my hand and took it out of the briefs.  It was
thick and quite big, though not monstrous.  He got up and putting his
thumbs under the waistband, took off his briefs and stood in front of me
completely naked.

I looked at his naked body with lust.  He had a firm proportionate body,
not too muscular, supple and no extra fat.  He had chest hair that tapered
towards his navel and then became a thick black bush from which rose his
erect phallus, looking like a weapon without its foreskin.  It tilted
upward and had an oversized head.  His balls were large and covered with
hair.  He walked towards me, his cock right in my face.

He watched as I held his rigid cock in my hand and took the head into my
mouth, closing my lips around the shaft.  He thrust forward, filling my
mouth with his shaft, his balls touching my chin.  I nearly chocked but
then took control and began to suck him gently, my tongue moving right
under the sensitive ridge of the head.  He started to groan and pushed my
head towards him with his hand; I didn't think he had been sucked like that
before.

After a long time he took out his cock that glistened with my saliva and
made me lie down on the bed, pushing my shoulders.  He was in a hurry to
take off my clothes.  Soon I was naked and he was running his hands all
over my body, his eyes looking at me hungrily.  He bent and took my left
nipple in his mouth and bit softly.  I moaned as I felt his warm tongue
lick it.

My legs were now spread and Shams was sitting between them on his knees.
His cock was pointing towards me as if it wanted to attack.  Shams put his
strong hands underneath my knees, lifted my legs and bent them towards my
shoulders. He then removed his hands and I kept my legs open with my own
hands, offering my exposed pussy to him.  His expression told me he could
see the prize clearly.  He spat on his hand and rubbed saliva on his cock.
He spat again, this time to moisten my hole.  He then put the knob of his
cock on my hole and pushed a little.  I could feel my pussy yielding to his
hard cock as it went in slowly.

Shams had an intense expression on his face, his eyes locked with mine as
his cock slid in.  He was breathing hard with his mouth open.  I felt the
walls of my chute yielding as it took the phallus in eagerly.  The pleasure
of being entered by a hard, thick cock cannot be described and when the
cock belongs to a handsome man with a hard body, this pleasure is enhanced
many times.

Soon Shams had buried his entire shaft into me and I could feel his thick
bush tickling my ass cheeks.  Shams's face looked hot and flushed with
passion; he was obviously enjoying his cock being inside a tight, moist and
hot pussy.  That pleasure too cannot be expressed in words, as men have
told me.

He began to fuck me, initially very slowly and then with rhythmic long
strokes that drove me crazy.  I responded by biting his shoulder and
scratching his back.  Occasionally I would grip his hard muscular butt that
provided the thrusts to his phallus to go deep into me.  I was impressed by
the skilled manner in which he fucked. He was no novice.

He was now covered with sweat and his lips were parted and looked
moist. His cock continued to shaft me rhythmically.  He was going in
deeply, and I wished him to go on and on.  He was not in any hurry to
finish and was in control of everything so he just carried on as if knowing
what I wanted.

We were both looking at each other, silently, the faces communicating our
feelings.  I lifted my head to kiss his mouth but he seemed reluctant.  I
opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, rolling it around.  He couldn't
resist that and bent and put his mouth over mine.  I pushed my tongue in
and opened my mouth wide, encouraging him to invade my mouth with his
tongue.  This was new to him but eventually he was kissing me passionately,
his tongue entering as deep as it could.  His cock didn't stop while he
kissed me back, biting my lower lip, his hands pressing my body to his.

Suddenly he started to fuck me harder; slamming in the last inch or so of
his steel hard cock into my pussy. Every time he slammed into me, I pushed
myself forward to make him penetrate deep and squeezed my ass muscles to
grip him tighter.  He didn't go on too long and shot himself inside me, his
hot cum filling me.

We lay there panting hard, our bodies covered with sweat, my legs wrapped
around him and my arms holding him tight.  He had buried his face under my
neck and I could feel his hot breath.  His cock was still quite hard.  I
would have liked him to keep it inside me but he withdrew it as soon as he
could and then wiped it with the corner of the rumpled bed sheet and sat
up.  I kept lying there, naked with my legs open, stroking my hard cock to
reach climax.  Shams was looking at it with a smile on his face and then he
came near and lay with my back to him, rubbing his soft cock against my
crack and holding me by waist.

As I came close to the climax I asked him to hold me tight.  He did that
and also pushed his genitals into me, rubbing my shoulder with his chin.
As I came, he held me tight, rubbing his body against mine, biting softly
into my shoulder.

It was very quiet.  We lay there, our legs intertwined, my back towards
him.  We started talking.  He told me he was married and his wife and the
son stayed in the village.  Most men from his region enjoyed sex with
younger men.  In Karachi his friends sometimes found a boy who was willing
to get fucked by a group of men and then they all had a party at one of the
friends' room.  I asked him if he ever hosted such a party.  He hesitated
and then admitted that once or twice his friends and he had used this room
for the purpose.

"Who was he?" I wanted to know, "And how many of you fucked him?"

There were five of them and he was the son of a very senior army
officer. He was only sixteen and was available to almost everyone,
according to Shams.  I started imagining myself being with five virile men
and found the idea exciting, to my shock.

"How did you find him?" I asked, visualizing a sixteen year old boy being
gang banged.  I started getting turned on by the thought.  I turned towards
Shams and put one of my legs between his.  He didn't mind at all and
squeezed my leg with his strong legs.

He hesitated again and then told me the story.

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I have been working with the four years.  He is a good employer and his
wife is very nice to me.  Initially I used to do all the housework for them
and used to sleep inside the house.  After they adopted a child, I was made
the watchman and a woman was employed for the housework. This happened
about three years ago.  Before that they used to be out a lot and the wife
visited her family for months, leaving her husband alone.

One evening when his wife was away the Colonel told me he had invited two
friends over to spend the night here and asked me to make the beds in the
guest room.  He instructed me to cook dinner for them too.  One guest was a
Major in the army, about 35 - five years younger than the Colonel. The
other guest was a young boy about 16.  The boy was very beautiful to look
at.  He was slim, very light skinned, almost like a foreigner, and had blue
eyes and red lips.  He seemed shy and didn't say much.  I thought he was
the Major's son.

The adults had drinks before dinner while the boy sat with them, not doing
much.  After dinner I put everything away and left them in the living room
and went to the room where I slept on a cot.

It must have been 2am when some noise woke me.  I heard some odd noises
coming from the Colonel's bedroom and got up to find out.  Just as I
reached the door, I heard someone laugh and then the boy groan. It didn't
sound like he was in pain.  And then I heard the Colonel moan and say
something obscene. It was obvious that he was having sex.  I decided to
find out.  There was a French window in his bedroom opening into the garden
and so I tiptoed out into the garden hoping the window curtains would not
be pulled.  They were not and I could clearly see into the bedroom,
standing behind a tree.

On the double bed the boy was lying naked on his side.  Behind him was the
colonel, also naked, his huge cock moving in and out of the boy's hole.  He
was moaning and also talking softly. The boys hole was stretched to its
limits and the cock slid in and out very slowly.  The major was reclining,
his cock fucking the boy's mouth, treating it as a pussy.  His cock too was
thick and the boy's mouth was barely able to take it in.  The boy's
delicate pale body contrasted with the dark, muscular and hairy bodies of
two grown up men.  The sight gave me an instant hard-on and I started
stroking my cock as the two men fucked the boy.

I watched them for a long time.  The two men first switched places and then
fucked the boy in different positions.  The boy was totally passive and
allowed them to do whatever they wished to. At one point when the major
took his cock out from the boy's hole, I could see that it had been fucked
a lot and not just by those two men; this boy's pussy was really open wide
and the hole seemed big.

Eventually I returned to my room and had to jerk off before sleeping.  The
next morning I was in the kitchen when the boy came in.  He looked tired
and his lips were puffed.  He wore a robe that was loosely tied with a
cord.  I could see he was naked underneath.  He wanted some water that I
poured for him.  He stood there drinking.  He noticed I was looking at him.
He sized me up, smiled and put one of his legs on a stool.  The robe parted
and I could see his naked thigh all the way to his crotch.  I couldn't help
staring and recalled what I had seen last night.  I started getting hard.

The boy opened his robe and stood there, showing me his hairless body.  He
had a narrow waist and slender thighs.  His nipples were small and pink.  I
could see love marks on his neck.  He had shaved his bush.

I swallowed hard and continued to stare.  He winked and walked towards me.
When he was close he extended his hand and got hold of my already hard cock
under my pyjamas and began to rub it.  I stood there frozen and let him do
what he was doing.  Eventually he made me take him to my room where I
fucked him.  I fucked hard and was so excited and nervous that I came
within five minutes.

The boy left with the major but would return now and then to spend time
with the colonel.  Whenever there was an opportunity, he would get me to
fuck him.  I think he told the colonel about me who was quite happy to have
someone to share his secret life with.  Occasionally he would tell me about
meeting young men and would also ask me to confide in him.  Once or twice I
got him someone to fuck.  We are almost like friends now even though I am
his employee.

On one of the occasions after spending the night with the colonel, I took
the boy to my room and invited some friends too.  We spent several hours
taking turns fucking him.  He loved it and keeps asking me to arrange orgy.

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By the time Shams finished telling me the story he was hard, his cock
poking me in my stomach.  My leg was firmly between his legs and one of his
legs was draped possessively over mine, entrapping me. When he was telling
me about that boy, I was imagining myself to be in his place, enjoying the
idea of being used by men for their pleasure.  I too was getting hard.

Shams was getting ready to get into action when someone called his name and
the door that he had not bothered to bolt opened and someone barged in.  He
exclaimed at the sight that met his eyes and stopped in his track.  I had
my back to him so couldn't see him at all.

Both Shams and I reacted instinctively.  Our bodies jerked and I hid my
face, clinging to Shams's hairy chest.  He held me tight and with a quick
movement of his hand, covered us with a sheet.  He obviously new the
visitor; his face didn't show any surprise or concern.  In a casual and
friendly tone he greeted the man and asked him to wait outside for a
minute.  The man obliged and went out.

Shams turned to me and said, "I didn't know he was coming.  He is a close
friend and I have no secrets from him.  And now he would not want to leave;
he would want to fuck you too.  If you don't want, I will have to make some
excuse but it would be difficult to convince him.  Or, if you don't mind
thenÉ" Shams smiled knowingly, looking into my eyes.

I understood but was a bit confused.  One part of me wanted to get out but
I also felt tempted to have sex with two guys in this situation.  I
wondered if Shams had arranged this man to come and if there was someone
else also coming.  Is this to be a replay of what they planned with that
boy, I asked myself. I looked at Shams but couldn't tell anything from his
expression.  I asked, "Is he alone or are there others?"

Shams smiled, "Don't think I planned it.  But if you want, my friend can
get more men.  Would you like that?"

"No, no.  Please but now that your friend is hereÉ." I left the sentence
incomplete.  Shams smiled and covering me with the sheet he called out,
asking his friend to come in.

The man who entered the room was shorter and more youthful than Shams.  He
wore the same traditional clothes and a closely clipped beard and short
hair. His eyes were sharp and narrow and a nose with a high bridge.  Like
many pathans he looked intense and rugged.

Shams and the new comer spoke to each other in their mother tongue.  After
some time things got sorted out and he took off his shirt revealing a
well-developed torso with a broad chest tapering to a narrow waist.  Under
the gathers of his loose trousers I could already see a bulge.  Quickly he
untied the drawstring and dropped his trousers and stepped out naked.  He
was not at all self-conscious about being naked in front of Shams. He was
looking at me all the time.  He then stroked his cock that was swiftly
getting hard.  It was well shaped and impressive in size, rising from a
clipped bush.  Soon his cock was hard and pointing straight at me.  Shams
said something in Pashto and he smiled.  He then came and sat next to both
of us.

Soon he was trying to enter me from the side while Shams held my leg high,
with his hand under my knee.  I heard his friend spit and a little later
felt the knob of his cock rubbing over my hole.  He inserted a finger in my
pussy just to make sure and then removing it, pushed his cock in with some
force.  I gasped.  His cock was thicker than I had guessed.  He pushed more
as Shams helped him enter by raising my leg a little higher.  I could feel
the entire length of his rod go into my pussy.  Shams had already
lubricated it with him cum so his friend had no difficulty reaching his
target.  He said something and Shams smiled and nodded in agreement.  He
was hard as rock now and was rubbing his cock on my belly.  I was hard too.
I clutched both our cocks and began stroking.  After a while he dragged
himself up till his cock was in my face.  I opened my mouth and he promptly
filled it with his cock.

His friend, whose name I never learned, continued to fuck me with deep
strokes and holding me with his hand around my waist.  Now he was holding
my leg high.  I felt wonderful, being shared by two virile men, bonding
them closer by making them use my body together.  A part of me started
imagining other friends joining in, watching us.  I was now very hard and
leaking pre cum.

"I want to fuck him now", Shams said in a voice heavy with lust.  His
friend grumbled but I could sense him slowing down and then withdraw his
tool.  He sat up and called Shams over.  They switched positions.  Shams
was inside me now, his cock going in and out slowly while his friend was
now facing me.  His cock, out of my pussy, went into my mouth, fucking it
rhythmically.  I could see he had powerful and shapely thighs and a bubble
butt.  I extended my hand gripping his butt.  It was muscular and firm and
was providing the thrusts that made his cock fuck my mouth.

For nearly an hour Shams and his friend took turns fucking me.  They fucked
me doggie style, and then Shams's friend lay down flat on the bed and made
me ride his cock.  I was carrying out their orders passively, feeling like
a slave.  Their muscular hard bodies were glistening with sweat as they
continued to fuck me and use my mouth.

The friend came first, inside my pussy.  He kept coming for a long time.
Some of it leaked down my leg.  He fell on me, his weight pinning me down
to the bed.  I could feel his hot and muscular body pressing me, his cock
still inside me.  Shams watched him, stroking his cock that looked red,
angry and hungry for my pussy.  Almost immediately after the friend had
taken out his semi hard cock from my pussy, Shams entered me again and
fucked me really hard till he came inside me, his semen combining with his
friend's inside my pussy.  Very soon he took out his still hard tool,
leaving me there, my ass in the air, oozing cum of two men.  Shams then
cleaned me up using the sheet.  His friend said something and laughed.
Shams translated with a smile, "My friend says I shouldn't bother because
you can't get pregnant".

I didn't want to get up, so lovely was the feeling of being with these
gorgeous men who had great looking bodies and eager cocks.  I kept admiring
their bodies as they dressed again.  The friend sat on the chair and lit a
cigarette while shams found some clothes to wear.  I got up and put my
clothes on.  Shams's friend kept looking at me and then signalled me to
come and sit on his lap.  I did and he held me tight, offering me his
cigarette.  I put my arm around his neck and tried to kiss him but he
didn't want that.

Shams said, "I don't think there is time for another round.  We should go
now".  I sighed and got up to go.

"When are we meeting again?" I enquired.

"Me or both of us?" Shams grinned as he asked me the question.

"Whatever you decide", I said, opening my arms.

Then he got serious and requested me to keep the story he told me to
myself.  Then he smiled and asked me, "Would you like to meet the Colonel?"

My heart started to beat.  Shams could read my expression and said, "I will
tell him about you but won't tell him where you live or who you are.  If he
is interested, I will inform you, okay?" I just nodded and after hugging
both friends, left and came down.  No one had noticed my absence and I went
into my room to take a shower and change.



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