Date: Fri, 8 Oct 2010 18:51:26 +0530
From: Wohi wohanvi <wohiwohanvi@hotmail.com>
Subject: A few weeks in Karachi IX

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.

I would be grateful for any feedback at wohiwohanvi@hotmail.com

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Part IX.  Journey Back Home

No one was home when I entered the house.  I went to my room, took a shower
and did some thinking about going back.  I decided to fly to Lahore, using
some of the money Ali had given me.  That way I would get an extra day in
Lahore.  My uncle in Lahore was away on work but I could stay in the house
as a servant stayed there when the family travelled.  That meant I was free
to do what I liked in Lahore.  I called Ali’s number to ask him if there
was someone nice I could meet there not just for fun but someone who could
show me around.

Ali got quite excited at the news and promised to arrange for everything
once I was in Lahore, including a pick up from the airport and a drop to
the railway station.  He told me he would try to come himself, just to be
with me.  I was very touched and told him so.  He asked me to book my
ticket and call him in a day.

My socializing with the family continued.  I visited the same relative
again, to say goodbyes and got gifts as well as money from uncles and
aunts.  It was sweet but predictably boring.  But everyone was nice.  I was
to leave the fourth day, by an early evening flight.

Ali had arranged everything meticulously for me.  I would be received by a
friend of his - someone he did business with.  His name was Daood Khan and
he was about 35.  Ali was sure I would like him.  He would take care of me.
I thanked him, got Daood’s number from him and started preparing mentally
for Lahore and then back.  I had had a great time in Karachi but it was
time to go.

I couldn’t find anyone in the family to have fun with! No dashing army men
engaged to cousins!  I thought of calling the policeman or strolling to the
Hill Park but thought better of it.  And then I thought: the colonel!  I
could easily contact him through the watchman Shams.  I didn’t waste any
time and in the afternoon went up and knocked on the door that led to
Shams’s room through the terrace.  The door opened after a long time and
there stood Shams with just a towel around his waist.  He was wet and I had
clearly interrupted his bath.  He looked pleased to see me and invited me
in.  I asked him if he was alone and he laughed and said, yes.

Inside his room, he untied the towel and rubbed himself dry, totally
unselfconscious about being naked in front of me.  His body glowed and
looked very sexy with the right about of hair in the right places and a
shaved bush.  His cock was soft but I knew that it would not remain so for
long.

I asked him if the colonel was home and was delighted to know that he was.
And alone!  I asked him if he would like to meet me.  Shams looked
disappointed and said, “You don’t want me?” I laughed and said I was
wondering if the three of us could be together.  Shams got quite excited at
the idea and suggested we went down together but after some fun.

As I knew, he had got hard while we were talking and was stroking his
thick, shaved cock.  I bent and took it in my mouth and started sucking
him.  He smelt of soap and his body was cool to touch.  He lay down on the
bed and I sat between his legs, sucking his cock, then his balls and then
finding his hole and lick that.  He liked that very much and opened his
legs wide, raising his ass and opening the cheeks with his own hands.  I
could see his dark hole clearly and licked it again and again.  He had his
eyes closed as he groaned, putting his hand on the back of my head.

I went back to sucking his big cock, make it wet with my saliva.  He then
asked me to take my clothes off.  In a minute I was naked, throwing my
clothes in a heap on the floor.  I then sat on his cock, straddling him
with my legs on both sides, putting weight on my knees.  With my hand, I
gripped his hard and wet cock and placed it on my entrance.  Looking into
his eyes, I started to lower myself on the cock.  Smoothly it began to go
in.  Shams groaned again as he watched his cock being gobbled up by my
eager hole.  I felt my pussy open and swallow his thick cock completely.
He gripped my waist with his hands and pushed himself up and I could feel
the cock go in a little deeper.

I started moving up and down slowly and rhythmically.  It drove shams mad
and he started saying things in Pashtu that I didn’t understand.  He then
told me he would like to fuck me the whole night, repeatedly till I was
unable to walk.  Can’t we forget about the colonel and just carry on, he
pleaded with me.

I wanted to be with two of them and told him so as I rode his cock.  I told
him I enjoyed being with two men, even three.  Shams understood and
promised we will go down after this session and continued fucking me at a
leisurely pace.  We continued for a long time. Half way, he sat up, with
his cock inside me and then made me lie down on my back, putting my legs
around his waist and then fucking me in that position, his hand stroking my
hard cock.

My pussy found his fucking most pleasurable and I kept pushing my pelvis
forward to make him go deeper.  He told me my pussy had become smoother
since he last entered it.  I just smiled without revealing the reasons.

About fifteen minutes later, he lifted my legs by ankles and raised them
high and continued to fuck, looking at his shaft go in and out of my hole.
He suddenly increased his pace, making animal noises and pushing my legs
towards my shoulders, rammed his cock in for the final time and filled me
with his warm cum.  He kept moving in and out as he came in spurts, without
caring if the cum leaked out.  He was still after a while, his spent cock
still inside me, looking at the half buried shaft.

He didn’t linger and got up to wipe his cock with the towel.  He then wiped
my hole with the same towel, cleaning me thoroughly and then tossed the
towel on the floor.  He peered at my hole, spreading the cheeks with his
fingers and told me the colonel would know immediately that someone has
been there recently.  I just shrugged my shoulders.

We put clothes on and went downstairs.  The colonel was probably in his
bedroom; I could hear the TV.  Shams went and knocked respectfully on the
door as I stood a little away from the door.  I heard the colonel ask him
to come in.  Shams went in and I heard him tell the colonel someone was
here to see me.  The colonel told him he wasn’t meeting anyone.  Shams told
him the person wanted just a minute of colonel’s time and would he please
come out for a minute.  The colonel said okay but sounded annoyed.  I heard
him walk up to the door and say, “Where is he?”

I stepped from the side and stood directly in front of him.

The colonel looked stunned when he saw me and then his face broke into a
grin as he hugged me tightly and kissed me on my forehead.

“Oh my God!  What a wonderful, wonderful surprise!  When did you come?
Where have you been? Why didn’t you call me?” the colonel had a thousand
questions to ask.

We went into the bedroom and he made me sit on the bed next to him, his arm
around me.  Shams stood in a corner, smiling.  He wasn’t sure how the scene
would be played.  I then said, “I was in the neighbourhood and thought I
would say hello to Shams not knowing you were home.  Shams suggested that
you would not mind seeing me so I came to pay my respects and also say
goodbye as soon I will be returning to Lahore”.

“I am really happy to see you.  I wish I could call Mahmood who keeps
asking about you.  Do you have some time to be with me?” the colonel
asked smiling.  I looked at Shams pointedly and said, “I have time for
all my friends”.  The colonel grinned and looked at Shams and winked.

“He is a very hungry boy, Shams.  You should have seen him in that
party.  Can you remember how many cocks you took in?” the colonel asked
with a lecherous smile, stroking his cock.  “And do you remember the
Major?” when I nodded he said, “Mahmood and I fucked him the whole
day after you had left.  He had never realized how much he enjoyed being
fucked.  He is now always hungry for cocks and being in the army, has no
difficulty in getting as many as he wants.” I suggested that next time
he should meet Shams.

“That is a good idea but right now I want you”, he bent and began
kissing me hard on my lips, hugging me tightly as his hand fumbled with my
belt.  He called Shams, “Come and help me take his clothes off”.

Shams was only too happy to oblige and in no time I was completely naked as
the colonel continued to kiss me and caress my body.  He was also trying to
untie his own pyjamas with one hand.  Shams opened the drawstring for him
and started pulling the pyjamas down.  The colonel let him and soon he was
only wearing his long shirt that had gathered around his waist, revealing
his naked thighs and his cock that was now completely hard and bobbing up
and down.  It looked bigger and thicker than I remembered.

He paused for a moment taking his shirt off and was now naked just as I
was.  His fit, moderately hairy body was firm to touch.  He pushed me down
on the bed and continued to kiss me.  One of his hands crawled between my
legs and a finger found its way into my hole.  With some force he pushed
the finger in and started to go deeper.  In reflex I opened my legs and
encouraged, he put another finger in.

Shams watched all this and held his now hard cock with one of his hands.
He didn’t know how to take the first step in joining us so just stroked his
cock.  Suddenly the colonel looked at Shams and asked him to show his cock.
Shams hesitated and the colonel asked me to undress Shams.  He took out his
fingers and watched me get up and go to Shams.  I raised his shirt and
swiftly untied his loose pyjamas that fell round his ankles.  The colonel
asked Shams to remove the shirt.  Shyly, Shams pulled the shirt over his
head and stood naked in front of us.  His big cock was pointing straight at
me.

The colonel made appreciative noises seeing Shams’s naked body and stiff
cock.  He got up and joined us, making me take his cock in my mouth,
holding it with my left hand.  With my right hand I held Shams’s cock as I
sucked the colonel’s.  Shams came and stood closer and his and the
colonel’s cocks were both close to my mouth.  Taking my mouth off the
colonel’s swollen cock, I held the two cocks together and tried to put both
in my mouth together.

The sight made the colonel get very excited and coming closer to Shams, he
put his hand around his waist.  In turn, shams put his hand on the
colonel’s ass, making his finger slide in the crack.

I started sucking the colonel’s cock while Shams looked and continued to
move his finger in colonels’s crack.  After a while he went and knelt
behind the colonel and parting his ass cheeks, put his wet tongue on
colonel’s hole.  The colonel gave a long groan and allowed his hole to be
rimmed.  I was sucking his cock eagerly and he was feeling wonderful as I
could see from his expression and from the noises he made.  Shams, after
making colonel’s ass really wet with his saliva, started to insert his
middle finger in colonel’s hole.  The colonel nearly jumped and tensed but
as the finger went in, he began to enjoy and moaned, closing his eyes.

We moved to the bed.  The colonel lay on his side, shams lying behind him,
stroking his ass and fingering him gently.  I continued to suck his cock
which was now rock hard.  The colonel was now ready to fuck me.
Impatiently he forced me down and opening my legs sat between them and
placed his swollen phallus on my hole and pushed hard.  I gasped with
pleasure as it went in deeply.  The colonel closed his eyes and sucking in
his breath, moaned softly.

“Your pussy is one of the best I have fucked”, he told me as he began
fucking me slowly.  Shams was looking on, stroking his rigid cock.  He then
moved towards my head and waved his cock in my face; I grasped it and began
sucking it.  The sight of his thick cock moving in and out of my lips
excited the colonel and he started to fuck me with new vigour, asking Shams
if my mouth was as good to fuck as my pussy.

 “Sir, his mouth is like a pot of honey and his tongue is magical.  Why
don’t you try it?” Shams told the colonel as he mouth-fucked me.  The
colonel liked the idea and said he will do it shortly.  He continued to
fuck me with deep and long strokes, moaning all the time.  The two cocks
penetrating me simultaneously was a wonderful experience and I found it
difficult to decide which I liked better.

In five minutes they switched positions and it was Shams’s cock that was
sliding in and out of my pussy while the colonel’s cock was in my mouth. I
held his cock tightly with my mouth as I sucked him, making him moan
loudly, his eyes closed.

Shams fucked me hard, keeping my legs parted with his hands.  He knew how I
liked it and was enjoying doing that.  The colonel then told Shams he was
close to climax and wanted to cum inside my hole.  Shams withdrew his tool
and let the colonel fuck me again.  By now there was complete bonhomie with
the two men and they felt comfortable with each other.

Shams watched and waited for his turn as colonel fucked me and reached his
climax, emptying his balls and filling me with his seed.  He cried loudly
as he came and then laid on top me, exhausted, his cock half buried into
me.  Shams came behind the colonel and felt the colonel’s still hard tool
and found place to insert one of his fingers inside my hole.  The sensation
of a finger touching the colonel’s tool made him groan deeply.  Shams held
colonel’s balls in his palm and squeezed them gently.

Eventually the colonel took his limp cock out of my pussy that was almost
immediately taken over by Sham’s still hard and eager cock.  The colonel
had lined my chute with his cum and Shams’s shaft moved in and out really
smoothly.  He fucked me powerfully, his teeth clenched.  Very soon he was
slamming his cock into me really hard and within a minute he came, spraying
his load into my already spermy hole.  He too collapsed on me, holding me
tight.  The colonel watched with a faint smile on his face, rubbing his
cock trying to bring it to life again.

Within minutes of Shams taking out his cock out of my wide open pussy
leaking the combined cum of the two men, the colonel had mounted me again
and was drilling my hole with renewed enthusiasm.  Shams didn’t participate
this time and watched from a distance.

The colonel fucked with enthusiasm and changed position twice, ending with
my legs on his shoulders as he ploughed, looking down into my eyes.  He
didn’t take too long to finish and explained afterwards he had to go
somewhere in an hour.  He was being very friendly with Shams and stroked
his cock jokingly.  In turn Shams also held the colonel’s cock and said
complimentary things about its performance.  Something was developing
between the two and perhaps needed another catalyst like me for it to
develop into something definite.

In half an hour we were all dressed and I said goodbye to the colonel.  He
embraced me with affection and told me to keep in touch.  Shams and I went
back to his room.  Shams wanted me to stay longer but I promised to return
for a farewell session the next day and after saying goodbye to him, I
returned to my room and took a nap.

I spent the next day saying goodbyes to various members of the family and
buying gifts.  I thought of trying to locate the cricket players, just to
say goodbye but realized that they might not acknowledge me in the real
world and thought better of it.

The night before I was to leave, I went to meet Shams as I had promised and
found two other men with him.  I took a deep breath and mentally resigned
to being fucked by all of them.  One was Khizr who was about 28,
conventionally handsome and of medium height.  The other was Ibne who
wasn’t more than 21.  He was strikingly good looking with red lips.  He had
intense blue eyes fringed with thick eyelashes and the absence of hair on
his face gave him a boyish appearance.  Both were sitting on the bed and
looked tense.

Shams took out some hash from a pouch and after heating it, crumpled the
stuff, mixing with tobacco taken out from cigarettes and rolled a few
joints.  He lit one and passed it around.  After two rounds, the two men
started looking relaxed though no one said much.  Both of them kept staring
at me.  I sat down on the chair, pulling it close to the bed.

Shams whispered something in Khizr’s year who nodded and after a moment put
his arm around his younger friend’s neck and placed the other hand between
his legs.  The young man almost jumped and turned red and frowned at Khizr.
Khizr just smiled and started feeling Ibne’s genitals covered by his dark
gray pyjamas.  Ibne looked at me with an expressionless face and then
lowered his eyes.  In about a couple of minutes, Ibne started getting hard
and opened his thighs and let Khizr fondle his cock that was visibly hard
under the pyjamas.  From the side Shams said something to Ibne in Pashtu
but Ibne shook his head.  Khizr also said something and again Ibne shook
his head but I could see he was weakening.  Encouraged, Khizr put his hand
under Ibne’s shirt and untied his pyjamas, Ibne didn’t protest.  Khizr then
got up and kneeled in front of Ibne on the floor and lowered Ibne’s
pyjamas.  Shams came behind Ibne and helped him take the shirt off.  I
could see Ibne’s torso that was practically hairless, his nipples a dark
pink.  He had well developed armed and a deep chest.  Khizr then put his
head between Ibne’s legs and though I couldn’t see, started to suck his
cock.  After a minute or so, Ibne relaxed and lay on the bed.  As Khizr got
up to join him on the bed I saw the lower part of Ibne’s body.  His thighs
were slender but strong, covered with fine hair and his cock was
unexpectedly large.  Its pink head glistened and the shaft was thick and
almost pale in comparison.  He had a jet black trimmed bush.

Khizr got between Ibne’s legs and began sucking his cock again, swallowing
almost the entire length.  Ibne had his arms under his head and watched his
cock getting sucked.  He mumbled something and Khizr stopped and undressed
quickly.  He had a slender body, well proportioned with a shapely butt.
His cock was hard, curving upwards.  He bent and begain sucking Ibne’s cock
again.

I too was getting hard and wanted to join Khizr.  Shams came and stood
beside me and made me hold his erect cock, taking it out of his pyjamas.
Soon, we too took our clothes off and Shams stood in front of me, his legs
spread, fucking my mouth.  Ibne called from the bed and Shams grinned and
told me that Ibne wanted me to join him on bed.

I complied and sat on the bed, watching Khizr’s mouth moving up and down
Ibne’s shaft.  I put my hand between ibne’s legs and squeezed his balls
gently.  Ibne looked at me, his red mouth partly open and then touched my
face with his hand.  It was surprisingly soft.  He then put two of his
fingers in my mouth, moving them around.  I began to suck the fingers.

After a while, I replaced Khizr and took Ibne’s wet cock in my mouth and
began sucking it.  The head was really large and the shaft was thick.  I
was licking the ridge below the head and Ibne started to groan, arching his
body and thrusting his pelvis upwards.

I wanted his cock inside me and without any delay sat on him, riding him
and lowered myself on his cock.  I could feel the swollen head at my
entrance.  I moved down and the head began to go in.  Ibne looked at his
cock silently.  I pushed and suddenly the head popped in, stretching my
chute.  I lowered myself till I was resting on his body.  His cock had
penetrated me all the way.  It cock felt wonderful inside me; thick, hard
and warm.

I looked to my right and saw Shams mounting Khizr from behind on the floor.
Khizr was on his knees and hands and Shams was about to insert his cock
into Khizr’s hole. It was obvious from the ease with which Shams entered
him that Khizr’s hole had been used a lot.  May be he was getting regularly
screwed by Ibne.

Ibne was now participating by thrusting his pelvis upwards, making his cock
go deeper into me.  I could see his stomach muscles tighten every time he
pushed himself up.  And then he turned on his side, holding me by my waist
and bending my leg towards my shoulder and began to fuck me in that
position.  My lower leg was under his body and it was uncomfortable.  I
gestured, asking him to wait and turned around, sticking my ass into him.
He promptly put his steel hard cock back into my hole and resumed fucking
me.  He held me by his hand around my waist.

After fucking me like that for a while, he turned me over and mounted me as
I lay on my stomach, my legs spread.  I could feel all his weight on me as
his cock kept going in and out of my hole.

On the floor, Shams continued to fuck Khizr who was making satisfactory
noises as his hole got plundered.  At one point, Shams took out his cock
and made Khizr lie on his back, raising his legs by holding them from
ankles.  I could see Khizr’s ravaged hole clearly, dark, open and deep
before Shams’s thick cock moved into it again and Khizr sighed with
contentment.

Both Ibne and Shams finished almost together.  I could hear Shams start to
groan loudly as he came close to his climax.  Ibne too was now moving in
and out more rapidly, his cock rubbing my passage in way that was sending
pulses of electricity through my body.  He started slamming hard, the
impact of his weight almost crushing me, making me feel like my hole will
rupture.

Shams was now still, his body leaning on Khizr, whose legs were wrapped
around him.  Before I knew it, Ibne came inside me, filling me with his
seed and then collapsing on me.  I could feel his heart thud against me.
Unceremoniously he took his cock out and wiped it with a towel, sat next to
me and lit a cigarette.  Both Khizr and shams too got up and while Khizr
sat on the chair, Shams came and sat next to me.  Ibne got up and said
something to Khizr in Pashtu who also got up and the two went out to stand
on the terrace, naked.

Shams told me that Khizr and Ibne stayed together in a room provided by
Khizr’s employer.  Ibne was from Khizr’s village and had come to Karachi to
find employment.  Khizr seduced him and now they were lovers and according
to Khizr, Ibne fucked him almost every night.

I told Shams that Ibne was good but was focused on just fucking hard.
Shams smiled and told me he would learn in due course.  Shams began rolling
another joint and after lighting it, took a deep drag and passed it to me.
We continued to smoke the joint and when we finished, I was really high, my
body tingling and my head swimming.  Shams was now massaging my back and my
butt and also stroking his cock that was getting hard.  I put my hand on
his hairy thigh and began to stroke it.  Soon my hand was holding his cock
that was almost ready.  I pulled Shams towards me and soon we were lying in
bed, playing with each other’s bodies as he kissed me and licked my
nipples.  One of his had already reached my hole and one of his fingers was
probing my cum filled hole.  Soon it was inside me.  I moaned and opened my
legs a little more as his finger went deeper.  I closed my eyes and let him
take charge of my body.  He pushed another finger in and started to move
the two around making me gasp and jerk my body.  His face was now flushed
and he breathed through his open mouth.  He then started pushing a third
finger inside.  I opened my mouth to protest but was surprised to know that
the third finger went in without any difficulty.  I was so high I didn’t
care.  Soon Shams was joined by Ibne and Khizr who also sat around me,
touching my body.  Ibne put his hand between my open legs and I could feel
yet another finger entering me.  My hole felt really stretched.  Ibne said
something to Shams and he nodded.

They took out their fingers from my hole making it feel empty and then
Shams lay on the bed on his back and made me sit on his cock.  Ibne held
his hard cook as I sat on it.  Immediately, Ibne came behind me and tried
to insert his finger into my hole that was already full of shams’s cock.
He did manage to stretch my hole a little more and then replaced his finger
by his thick cock.  Before I could react, Khizr had put a joint in my mouth
and I took a deep drag.

In a haze I realized I was getting double fucked by Shams and Ibne.  I was
moaning, with discomfort as well with pleasure.  My pussy was really
stretched.  The two cocks were moving in and out slowly.  Ibne was holding
me tight while Shams was pinching my nipples.  They were also talking but
the voices seemed to be coming from a distance.  Someone switched off the
light and there was only a faint light in the room coming from the window.
All I could see were human forms and felt things being done to me. I was
now flying and wasn’t sure what was happening to me.  At some point,
someone inserted a cock in my mouth.  There was another in my hole.  I was
getting fucked repeatedly.  I thought I heard a fourth voice and felt a
beard against my face but wasn’t sure.

I was hard and someone was jerking me off as I got screwed.  I can’t
remember the number of times my pussy was entered.  Four times, may be.
Eventually there was silence.  The room was quiet.  My hole was empty and
felt open and wet.  I had no idea how much time had elapsed.  I closed my
eyes and tried to sleep.

When I woke up, I was alone in the room and it was still dark.  There was
no sign of Shams or his friends.  I sat up.  My mouth was dry. My hole felt
used and was a little sore.  I got up and found my clothes and put them on.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face.  When I was returning I heard
voices.  Shams and another guy were standing outside the room.  Shams had a
packet in his hands.  He smiled at me and told me they had gone to fetch
some food.

The man with him looked unfamiliar.  He was of medium height, a little
taller than Shams and had a short beard.  He looked at me and smiled.  As
we entered the room, Shams switched on the light and I could see that the
man was younger than Shams who told me his name was Zair.  We sat and ate
the kababs and bread Shams had got.  Shams went out and returned with a jug
of water.

I went to the bathroom to wash my hands.  As I entered the room, Shams came
behind me and put his arms around me.  Knowing what was coming, I just
stood there and rested my head on his chest.  Zair came from front, opened
his draw string and dropped his trousers.  He lifted his shirt above his
waist to reveal a very hair body and a hard hungry cock pointing towards
me.  It was not too long but very thick and the exposed head looked huge.

Shams carried and lay me on bed on my back while Zair stood watching after
taking off his shirt too.  He sat behind me and spread my legs, my ass
resting on the edge of the bed.  Zair came and bending his knees slightly,
held his cock in his hands and placed it on my hole.  Shams opened the legs
wider and Zair pushed.  His cock slid in smoothly and easily thanks to how
it had been used for last few hours.

Zair started to fuck me, moving his pelvis, going in all the way and then
taking almost the whole of his cock out that glistened with the cum in my
pussy.  Shams let my legs go and opening his pyjamas, took out his rigid
cock and started fucking my mouth.  There I was, two cocks serving both my
ends while I lay there helplessly.  Zair’s thick cock fitted nicely in my
chute and massaged it sensuously, making me hard again.  But my hole was
now hurting me a little and I was hoping Zair won’t take too long to cum.
But he carried on relentlessly, fucking me steadily without any haste.
Watching Shams’s cock move in and out of my mouth excited him further and
he went on fucking me.  He enjoyed going in very deep and pushing till I
could feel his bush at my entrance.

Shams took out his saliva covered cock from my mouth and came to stand
besides Zair.  He was watching Zair’s cock go in and come out of my pussy
greedily, stroking his own cock.  Zair looked at him and gestured to take
his place.  Now Zair watched as Shams drilled my hole.  He too would push
his cock all the way, his pubes brushing against my entrance and then
withdraw it.

Zair lit another joint and smoked it silently for a while and then put it
in my mouth.  In five minutes, I was floating again.  My nipples were
aching and my whole body was on fire.  They switched positions again and
now it was again Zair’s cock that drilled me.  I lost track of time.  The
two kept on fucking me, the hash helping them sustain.  My hole felt really
deep and wide and I wanted them to go on and on.  I was now pleading with
them to fuck me harder and to rip me open.  Shams and Zair too were high
and just carried on.

Eventually they came, filling me again with their cum and as they withdrew
their spent but still hard cocks from my hole, the cum dripped down my
legs.  I just lay there with my legs wide open, cum leaking from my pussy
as the two men wiped their cocks and put back their clothes.

Shams came and sat next to me and said, “That was fantastic and if you
want, we can fuck you again after taking some rest.  Your pussy has been
made to be fucked again and again”.  I told him I was now exhausted and
tomorrow I had to get up early and so would like to say good bye.

Still feeling a bit high, I put back my clothes and after embracing both of
them left and climbed down.  I had left the entrance door unlocked and so
quietly opened it and tiptoed to my room.  Without turning on the lights, I
changed and then went to sleep almost immediately.

When I woke up it was past eight.  I realized with a shock that I had been
in Karachi for more than 10 days and were to leave for Lahore today.  I
started packing and in an hour was through.  My flight was at 6.30 in the
evening and I had to check in at around 5pm.

I spent the day saying goodbyes to relatives.  Some came to see me, others
I called on phone.  My uncle came home for lunch to spend some time with
me.  Some cousins had also been invited for a farewell lunch my aunt had
organized.  It was all very pleasant.  I was feeling a little sad at
leaving Karachi.

Eventually the goodbyes were said and everyone left.  I rested in my room.
I had called Ali again to find out if I would be met by his friend at the
airport and he assured me that Dawood would be there to receive me.  He
told me in a mischievous tone I would like Dawood.

My uncle drove me to the airport and insisted on coming with me till the
entrance.  We embraced each other and said goodbye.  I checked in and went
and sat in the departure lounge.  I was early and there were not too many
passengers in the lounge.  I roamed around restlessly and then there was an
announcement informing the passengers that the flight to Lahore was late by
two hours.  I looked at my watch and realized I will be at the airport for
a very long time.  Resigned I sat on a bench and tried to get some rest.
After a while I got the feeling that someone was looking at me.  I looked
around and then almost stopped breathing.

At one of the exits stood one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.  He
was more than six feet tall and wore some kind of a uniform that showcased
his well built body.  He had a thick, light brown coloured moustache, a
full mouth and piercing blue eyes that looked at me unblinkingly.  He
carried a gun in a holster tied to his trim waist.  I could see hair on his
chest visible through the shirt open at the neck.

My heart started beating fast and I felt myself getting hard simply looking
at this man.  He stared at me with an expressionless face but I could read
his eyes accurately.  I didn’t know how to take the next step so I just
looked back at him, feeling excited.  He stood still and kept staring at
me.

I stood up and started to stroll, apparently aimlessly.  Casually I walked
past him, not looking at him directly.  He too looked ahead though very
conscious of my presence.  I walked till the end of the room and returned,
again walking past him.  I was pleased to see a bulge in his trousers that
wasn’t there earlier.  I looked at him.  My heart missed a beat because he
too was looking at me.  The message was loud and clear.

I returned to my seat and rearranged the stuff in my bag.  When I looked at
him again I found there was another guard standing next to him.  They were
chatting.  I realized my man was going off duty now and my heart sank.  And
then, my heart started beating faster when I saw him walk towards me
purposefully.  He came and stood towering over me and whispered, “Follow
me”.  He then turned back and started walking away in the opposite
direction.  I looked around.  No one seemed to have noticed anything.  The
new guard, also quite handsome, stood and looked at the wall in his front.
I got up and saw my man going out of a door.

When I came out of the door all I could see was an empty corridor and no
sign of the guard.  I stood not knowing what to do and then decided to walk
in one direction.  Suddenly a door opened and the guard signalled me to
come in.  I looked around.  There was no one in sight and quickly I entered
the room.  The guard locked the door, turned to me and smiled.  I looked
around.  It was a room where the guards probably changed and rested in
between.  It had a cot, a table and a shelf.  There was a small bathroom
attached to it.

Without saying anything, the guard unbuckled his belt and lowered his
trousers.  He then opened the buttons of his shirt, revealing a flat hairy
stomach and a well developed, equally hairy chest.  He then lowered his
shorts and I gasped.  His cock was enormous and very thick.  It was
straight and pointing towards me, swaying slightly.  Like most Muslims, he
had shaved his bush.  The exposed head was glistening with pre cum.

He then signalled me to take my clothes off.  Swiftly I unzipped my jeans
and lowered it along with my briefs.  I took off my tee shirt and stood
there naked, my cock getting hard.  He came near me and pushed my head down
towards his rock hard cock.  I could barely put it in my mouth and kneeling
in front of him started sucking it as well as I could.  Very soon he got
impatient and lifted me and turned me around.  Making me lean against the
wall he spread my legs and using both his hands, parted my ass cheeks and
placed his rigid cock at my hole.  He then pushed hard.  I almost screamed
with pain as the monstrous cock went into my pussy.  I felt as if I had
been torn.  He stayed like that without moving.  After some time the pain
subsided and I could feel the familiar pleasant sensation of having a cock
inside me.

Putting both his hands on my shoulders, he started to fuck me with long and
deep strokes.  His cock was really thick and moved in and out slowly,
rubbing the inside of my chute.  I started to moan but he put his hand over
my mouth indicating that I should be quiet. He of course continued to fuck
my pussy without a break.  His cock was now going in and out a little more
easily but my inside still felt fully stretched.  I could feel his hot
breath on my neck as he fucked me, his hands gripping my shoulders.

In five minutes he was slamming me hard, taking out almost the entire cock
and then slamming it back with force in a single stroke.  I found it hard
not to gasp every time he slammed his massive cock in.  His legs were
placed firmly on the floor, his knees slightly bent as he drilled my hole.
And then he started shooting his cum into me.  I felt the hot liquid go
very deep into me as he came and came.  Finally he was still, panting, his
cock still hard, buried into me.

And then, to my shock, I heard a timid knock on the door.  I tensed with
fear but the guard, holding me by my waist, his cock still buried into me,
extended his hand and unlocked the door.  I couldn’t see but heard someone
come in and then bolt the door.

The man who had just fucked me took out his cock from my hole and turned me
around to face him.  He was tucking his shirt into his trousers.  Behind
him stood a man who I recognized as the other guard, watching me with a
hard expression.  His trousers were already lowered and he was lowering his
briefs revealing a thick cock that was already hard.

I looked at the first man and told him I had a flight to catch to Lahore.
The second man assured me that it was further delayed by 45 minutes and I
had plenty of time.  The first man told me he will see to it that I got on
the plane.  He then asked his friend if someone was on duty in his place
and it turned out that there was.

The second guard approached me, stroking his stiff cock.  He was of medium
height, well built and not as hairy as the first one.  He was pleasant
looking and also had a moustache.  His thick blunt cock was almost touching
his stomach.  He came near me and turned me around, feeling my pussy with
his thick fingers and then inserting one in.  My hole was sore from
previous fucking and I grimaced.  He couldn’t see that and inserted the
whole finger, twisting it slightly.

He then took the finger out and then placed his thick cock at the entrance
and then pushed.  Nothing happened and so he pushed harder.  I was getting
tense and then he pushed again and this time, most of it went in, causing
my hole to stretch painfully.  I was about to gasp loudly but the other guy
who was watching it clamped his hand on my mouth.

The pain subsided as the cock went all the way in.  My hole felt full of
the thick cock.  As the cock drilled me the first man stood watching.  He
had a slight smile on his face and he could see that despite the pain I was
enjoying myself; my cock was hard now, leaking pre cum.

The second man fucked me ruthlessly, treating me like an object, much like
the first man.  He then decided to change position and taking his cock out,
made me lie in bed, opened my legs and then sat between my legs.  He spat
on his hard cock, smeared it and then pushed it back into my hole.  He
placed my legs on his shoulder as he fucked.

I could see the first man getting aroused again.  As his friend fucked me,
he opened his zipper and took out his thick long cock which was now really
hard.  He kept stroking his cock as he watched my pussy getting drilled.
The man fucking me was close to his climax and abruptly he stopped, his
face looking blank, his eyes glazed as he came inside me.  His cook sprayed
jets of hot cum into my pussy already full of another man’s cum.  He closed
his eyes and pushed his cock deeper as he continued to cum, plugging my
hole with his thick cock.

Unceremoniously he took out his cum covered cock letting the cum from my
wide open pussy leak on the bed.  Before I knew it, the first man had
already come to sit between my legs.  He had not even bothered to lower
trousers. Holding his huge cock he placed it on my leaking hole and with
hands, spread my legs really open and pushed.  The entire cock went in
smoothly and I could feel the coarse cloth of his trousers against my
thighs.  I felt like a whore with this fully clothed man shoving his cock
into me for a release, in a shabby little room with another man looking.

The other man had got dressed and was in a hurry to get back to his duty.
He went out and closed the door.  This man continued to fuck me hard with
his thick long cock and didn’t even bother to lock the door.  I told him to
do that but he just smiled and continued to slide his cock in and out of
me, keeping my legs wide open with his strong hands on my knees.

After fucking me hard for about ten minutes, he increased his tempo,
fucking me hard and then rammed the whole length in and came inside me,
filling me again with his seed.  His cock felt huge and hard as it released
hot cum into me.  He kept his cock in till he had emptied his balls
completely and then got up and zipped himself up.  I lay there naked, my
legs open obscenely, cum dripping out of it again.  My hole felt like a
gaping wound.  I got up and put back my clothes.  The man turned to me as
asked me to take the late night flight to Lahore.  He said he would get two
more of his colleagues and they would take turns fucking me.  He told me
once they got a passenger and five of them fucked him for hours in this
room.  The passenger was really happy though found it difficult to walk.

I declined his offer and we both went back to the lounge.  The other man
was on duty and gave both of us a smile.  I went back to my seat and my
escort fetched me a cold drink.  He stood there talking to me and again
requested me to take the late flight.

Soon they announced the departure of my flight and I got up to leave.  The
guard took my bag and carried it all the way to the exit where he shook
hands with me and said good bye. I got on the bus, and was driven to the
aircraft.

The flight was uneventful and I slept a little.  The served us snacks.  We
reached Lahore at about 9.30pm and by the time I wheeled my luggage out it
was nearly ten.  I walked slowly looking for a sign with my name and then a
voice called my name.  I stopped and looked.

The man was about 35, tall and unlike most Pakistanis, dark skinned.  He
came towards me and introduced himself as Dawood.  He took the trolley from
me and started walking towards the exit.  I walked by his side observing
him.  He was slim and moved gracefully.  He wore close fitting jeans, a
black printed silk shirt and had a silver bracelet around his wrist.  He
had light coloured eyes and an intense expression.  He didn’t look at me
even once as we walked towards the car.  I told him I was to stay with my
uncle. He frowned and said, “You are my guest and a friend of Ali and
cannot stay anywhere else.  We will go to your uncle’s house and I will
speak to him directly”.

We went to my uncle’s place only to find that he and his family was to
return the next evening.  The servant told me that he had made arrangements
for me to stay.  Dawood told him not to bother and that I would come the
next day.  After this we drove straight to his house.

He lived in a posh area and in a fairly large house.  There were two guards
at the gate with guns.  We drove into the porch and got out.  Dawood told
me he lived with his mother and that I would have to go and pay my regards
to her.  She was sitting in a lounge watching TV and after making small
talk for a minute, went back to watching TV.  We came out of the room from
another door.  There was a staircase going up.  On the right was a room.
He told me that was the room I was going to stay in.  He then looked into
my eyes and said, “I live upstairs, all by myself.  Freshen up and then
come and join me”.  He then climbed up leaving me there.

I went into my room.  My luggage was neatly arranged by my bed.  I went to
the bathroom, took a shower, washing away the memories of Karachi airport
and changed into fresh clothes.  I combed my hair and then climbed up.  I
could hear TV behind the closed door.  I knocked and the volume was turned
down immediately.

Dawood opened the door.  He was dressed in white traditional clothes.  He
locked the door as I entered and gestured me to sit on the sofa where he
was sitting.  He was drinking whiskey and gave me some in another glass.  I
don’t really like whiskey but didn’t feel like refusing him.

We kept watching TV without saying anything to each other and then he put
his hand on my knee.  I didn’t do anything and he began stroking my thigh.
He then pulled me to him and kissed me on my mouth.  His lips were soft and
warm and he kissed well.  I opened my mouth and his tongue began to probe
my mouth.  Soon he was lying on me, his hands exploring my body.  His hands
unbuckled my jeans and then impatiently he pulled these down along with my
briefs.  He then made me sit up and pulled my t shirt off.  There I was,
fully naked in his arms as he continued to stroke my body sensuously with
his warm and soft hands.  He licked my nipples and kissed my neck as he
pulled me towards him.

I responded by kissing him back, opening my mouth and letting his tongue
probe deep.  My hands were around his neck.  One of his hands crept between
my legs and a finger moved in my crack till it located my hole.  He pressed
and the finger entered the opening.  I moaned that seemed to excite me and
he bent over me till I was lying flat on the sofa, my legs open and resting
on the floor.  His finger went deeper as he continued to kiss me, nibbling
my lower lip.  He was still fully dressed.  I could feel his hardness
against my body.  I put my hand between his legs and grasped his cock
through the material of his loose trousers.  It felt thick and long.  He
untied the drawstring and lowered his trousers and made me hold his exposed
cock that was hot and really hard.  I moved my hand and realized that it
was indeed quite long and thick.  I stroked it up and down making him hiss
with pleasure.  His finger was now buried deeply inside my pussy and my
legs were wide open.

He raised his shirt holding it between his teeth and positioning him
between my legs, put his huge cock on my hole, removing his finger.
Without bothering to lubricate, he tried to push his cock into my hole.  I
winced and told him to moisten it but he smiled cruelly and pushed.  I
could feel the huge head go in, causing some pain.  I grimaced with pain
that seemed to excite him more and he pushed hard.  There was pain as the
thick shaft actually went all the way in.  The extra friction was
uncomfortable for a while but the feeling of being mounted by a thick long
cock was wonderful and I just sighed.  I felt the hard hair of his trimmed
bush against my ass.

He started to fuck me.  Without any lubricant, the friction made him move
slowly but soon he was slamming me, causing me to groan loudly.  The more I
groaned, the harder he fucked.  My pussy felt raw and violated and I told
him to be gentle but he enjoyed the extra friction between his thick shaft
and my chute.  He held my legs by ankles as he drilled my hole, his shirt
covering me.  He fucked me like that for a while and then pulled me from
the sofa and lying flat on the floor, made me ride his cock without
withdrawing it from my pussy.

I was less uncomfortable as he rose and pushed his cock into my pussy from
below.  His thrusts were powerful, making his rigid cock invade my pussy
very deep each time as he held me round my waist.  My pussy felt open and
bruised with the assault.  After fucking like that for some time, he asked
me to get up.  He too got up, took off his shirt and carried me to the bed.
For the first time I saw him completely naked.  His body was the colour of
dark honey and smooth.  His shoulders were broad, tapering to a narrow
waist.  His cock that looked red now must have been eight inches long and
very thick.  No wonder I felt uncomfortable taking it.

He lay me face down on the bed, with a pillow under me.  He then mounted me
from behind, covering my body with his.  His cock went in deep and his
weight pinned me down.  He rode me hard, going deep, his face buried in my
neck, breathing hard.  It didn’t last long; he stopped abruptly and filled
my hole with hot cum.  He buried his cock deep as it emptied itself and
stayed there for a long time afterwards.

He rolled over after a while, went to the bathroom and came back.  He had
switched off all the lights and we lay quietly in dark, his hand stroking
my body gently.  In a few minutes I drifted into sleep.

I woke up feeling something hard sticking into my back.  It was completely
dark.  I was on my side with my back towards Dawood whose hard cock was
pressing into my crack, trying to locate my hole.  I bent my leg towards my
shoulder, making my entrance accessible to the thick cock.  Promptly the
cock began to slide in and slowly it entered my pussy.  Dawood’s hand
gripped my by the waist as he pushed his cock further, going deep.  I felt
the thick shaft fill my inside and moaned softly.  He put his other free
hand around my neck and turning my face towards him, kissed me hard as his
cock slid in and out of my hole.

Being fucked in total darkness was strangely thrilling; as if a stranger
was doing it to me.  Dawood continued to fuck for a long time; slowly and
leisurely, taking his time.  I too was enjoying the sensation of his thick
cock moving in and out of me slowly and had got hard and began stroking
myself.

We came almost together.  Just as I was shooting, he tightened his grip on
my waist and groaning loudly, started slamming his cock in and then came
inside me, filling me with cum.  Again, he stayed with his cock inside me
for a long time, not moving at all.  I think we both dozed off in that
position and after an hour or so when I woke up, he was on his side of bed,
sleeping soundly.  I went back to sleep.

Next time I got up, there was faint morning light in the room and I was
alone in the room.  I got up and went into the bathroom to find Dawood
standing under the shower.  I turned back to go but he called me to join
him in the shower.  The water was cool and his hands were firm as he soaped
me.  His body was firm and slippery to touch and as he rubbed him against
me, I started getting aroused.  Soon he was rock hard and so was I.  He
turned me around, inserting a soapy finger into my hole as I leaned on his
chest.  He replaced his finger with his cock and it began to push itself
in.  The soap made it easy and holding me by my shoulders he pushed it deep
into me.  The water fell on our bodies as they united and he began fucking
me.  His cock felt huge inside me and filled my chute completely.

After some time he made me lean against the wall as he fucked.  His wet
body made slapping sounds as it hit mine.  Dawood then decided to get out
of the water and with his cock still inside me, walked into the bedroom and
we fell into the bed.  He changed position, laying me on my back and
putting my legs on his shoulders.  He found my hole and unceremoniously
pushed his cock into my open, wet pussy and started fucking me again.

He fucked me for nearly twenty minutes and then with a last hard push, came
inside me.  Once again, I felt his warm seed fill me.  Ur bodies were still
wet, water dripping from our hair.  We stayed in bed for nearly half an
hour not saying much and then finally got dressed.

We had breakfast with Dawood’s mother downstairs who fussed over me, asking
me to eat more.  Dawood watched in amusement.  After breakfast we went into
the room where I was staying as I wanted to change into fresh clothes.
Dawood sat on the bed as I changed into fresh underwear and a new t shirt.
As I was pulling my jeans Dawood came behind me and held me tight and said,
“I want to fuck you again”.  He then pulled my jeans down as well as
my shorts and led me to the bed and pushed me down.  He then opened my legs
wide, sat on the floor and put his hot tongue between my legs.  I gasped as
the tongue found my hole and began licking it.  He gripped my legs under
the knees and raised them so he could see my hole.  He spat on it and began
licking it again with his tongue, trying to enter the hole.  I was now
moaning loudly and my cock was hard.  His tongue continued to rim me,
making it hot and wet and then he stood up and unzipped his tight jeans,
freeing his hard cock.  Without taking off his clothes, he guided his
throbbing cock to my wet and eager hole and pushed hard.

I nearly cried out with pleasure as the thick rod went in smoothly, burying
itself inside me.  I could feel the rough material of his jeans against my
skin.  He stayed like that, his eyes looking into mine, his mouth pressed
and his face flushed with passion.  He whispered to me through clenched
teeth “this time I am going to tear you apart” and taking out the
entire length of his massive tool, he rammed it in again.  I gasped again.
My legs were kept open by him and I was at his mercy.

He fucked me brutally; it was almost like he was taking me against my
wishes.  Like all unexpected encounters, this was really erotic and though
my hole felt sore, it was fantastic.  He fucked and fucked, using his cock
as a weapon, stabbing me and tearing me open.  I was rock hard and pressed
between our bodies.  He was now fucking me with slow and deep strokes and
without touching myself, I knew I was going to climax.  As he continued, I
came, spilling my cum, feeling his cock buried inside me, touching me in a
way that sent waves of pleasure through my body.  I clutched him with my
nails and wanted to bite him.

He came with a shudder, emptying himself inside me, his seed settling deep
inside me.  Even after coming, he continued to move his cock in and out,
wanting to go on.  Eventually he took his cock out, still hard and smeared
with cum and went into the bathroom to clean him.  I just lay there,
breathing hard, my pussy sore and feeling content with what had happened.
I didn’t want to get up.

He returned and went to the door.  He turned back grinning and said, “Do
you know the door was unlocked?”

I got up, changed my soiled t shirt and tidied myself.  Dawood wanted me to
see Lahore for a couple of hours but as he had some work, he was going to
take me to his office and assign one of his employees to do so.  We went in
his car, sitting in the back seat as his chauffer drove.  The office was in
a crowded part of the city in a multi-storied building.

I sat watching him instruct his staff, sign papers and answer phone calls.
Then he asked someone called Wahab to come in.  He turned out to be a good
looking young man who was about 28 who wore a dark gray traditional
Pakistani suit.  He was tall, light skinned and had a shock of thick black
curly hair.  He also had thick eyebrows joined in the middle that gave him
an intense look.  The intense look was also due to a thick black moustache.
His lips were full and red.  Dawood introduced us and asked Wahab to show
me around Lahore and then take me to a restaurant that was well known.
Wahab nodded and we both went down in the lift to Wahab’s car that he drove
himself.

I somehow sensed that Wahab was close to Dawood; perhaps they played around
together.  We chatted and it turned out that Wahab had been with Dawood for
six years and travelled with him to Dubai a lot.  I couldn’t see his
expression as he talked because he was wearing dark glasses but got the
impression he was really fond of his employer.

He showed me around famous monuments, old markets and mosques.  He was
pleasant and I started liking him.  I also found him sexy but was afraid to
make a pass at him.  Once or twice our eyes met and our bodies touched but
I didn’t take any step to explore.

Finally we reached the restaurant.  Dawood was already there.  Although one
was not allowed to drink in public, he was drinking from an opaque glass,
pretending it was a soft drink.  The lights were dim and people were
discreet. Dawood made me sit next to him while Wahab sat opposite.  Dawood
ordered some beer for both of us that arrived in dark coloured glasses.

Dawood had placed his hand on my thigh and I could sense he was getting
horny.  After everyone had had a couple of glasses and was feeling mellow,
Dawood abruptly asked Wahab, “Do you like my friend here?”

Wahab wasn’t sure what kind of answer was expected from him and so just
nodded.  Dawood then asked him, “I would like to watch as you fuck him.
Would you like to do that?” His hand on my thigh moved a little higher
and he placed my hand between his leg.  I could feel his hard cock.  I was
shocked but quite excited at the idea and from Wahab’s expression I knew he
would agree.

Wahab turned red, opened his mouth and then closed it.  He looked at me,
then at Dawood and then looked down.

“Come on.  You and I have fucked the same men before.  This time I want
to see you fuck.  What is your problem?  I will sit on a chair and not
interfere.  He is all yours”, Dawood offered.  All the time he was
looking at Wahab’s face.

Wahab thought for a while and then smiled at Dawood and nodded and said,
“As you wish, sir”.

We had lunch in silence and finished it quickly.  Afterwards, Dawood
announced that he had booked a room in the hotel upstairs and that we would
go there now.  He had also ordered more beer for everyone.

The room was not huge but it had a double bed.  There were two easy chairs
and a table and a TV mounted on the walls.  The room smelled of smoke and
the unmistakeable odour of sex.  Clearly it was the kind of place where
people came for sex and then left.  The bedcover was clean but a little
crumpled.

Dawood sat on the bed and asked me to join him.  Wahab stood and looked
nervous.  Dawood invited him to join us and help undress me.  He had
already started unbuckling my jeans and was pulling them down.  Wahab sat
next to me on the other side and removed my t shirt.  Soon I was naked,
sitting between two men.  Dawood pulled me to him and lay me down opening
my legs and asked Wahab to feel my pussy.  He used coarse language.  As
Wahab bent, Dawood took his hand and placed it between my legs.  I could
feel Wahab’s warm hand between my legs.  Dawood kissed me on my mouth and
pinched my nipple so hard that I gasped.

Wahab didn’t lose any time at all and after putting his finger in his
mouth, inserted it into me.  As I moaned, it went in deeper.  Dawood’s hand
joined Wahab’s and soon there were two fingers probing my hole, trying to
stretch it.

Dawood stood up and took off his clothes and sat on the chair stroking his
cock that was now hard.  He watched as Wahab bent his head and started
licking my pussy.  My legs were wide open now and I was moaning quite
loudly.

There was a knock on the door and we tensed.  Dawood made a sign asking us
to be quiet and opening the door slightly, took the tray with beer cans and
glasses and then shut the door. He poured into a glass and began to drink.
Wahab’s hands were now all over my body.  He sucked my nipples and once
again inserted a finger into my hole.  Dawood just sat and watched, sipping
beer.

Wahab then stood up and in no time, took off his clothes.  He was
powerfully built and had a hair chest.  His ass was firm and hard and his
cock stood straight, from a thick bush that wasn’t trimmed.  The head of
his cock was exposed and glistened with pre cum.  His cock wasn’t huge like
Dawood’s but quite long as well as thick.  He now joined me in bed and
began stroking my body and kissing it hungrily.  He was quite an expert and
knew how to give pleasure.  He then sat on me and put his cock next to my
face.  I opened and swallowed the thick cock and began sucking.  He was
moaning with pleasure.

Before we knew it, Dawood was in bed, and making Wahab drink from his can.
Wahab nearly finished the whole can as I continued to suck his cock.
Dawood then got up and turned the lights off.  The room was now very dimly
lit.  He came and joined us again and this time, he started playing with my
pussy as I sucked Wahab.  After some time he sat next to Wahab and brought
his rigid cock near my face.  I turned to his cock and began sucking.  For
about half an hour I sucked their cocks taking turns.  The two men kept
looking at their cocks and Dawood put his arm around Wahab’s waist.  Wahab
was feeling so aroused he didn’t mind.  Dawood then turned to Wahab and
told him to fuck me.  Wahab took position between my legs and held them by
ankles and lifted them.  Dawood suddenly held Wahab’s rigid cock in his
hand and guided it to my hole.  Wahab was taken aback but didn’t mind his
boss holding his hard cock.  Once the head of the cock was placed at the
entrance, Wahab pushed and the head popped in.  I could feel the big head
stretching my hole and opened my legs wider.  He pushed and the cock began
to slide in.  I could see Dawood’s eyes fixed on Wahab’s cock as it went
in.  He moistened his lips and took a gulp of beer.  His eyes were glued to
Wahab’s cock entering me.  He started stroking his cock.

Wahab’s was now in all the way and I could feel his bush at my entrance.
He began to fuck me slowly, his cock sliding in and out gently.  His cock
felt great and I put my hands around his back and then held his muscular
ass.  He continued to move in and out and I could feel his ass muscles flex
as he fucked.

Dawood extended his hand and placed it next to my hole to see how tightly
the cock fitted me.  He then tried to insert a finger along with Wahab’s
cock and after a while succeeded.  It was a strange sensation, both for me
and for Wahab.  I could see Dawood’s face flushed with lust as his finger
felt Wahab’s cock move in and out of my hole.

He then bent and began licking the area around my hole.  His mouth felt hot
and moist and both Wahab and I started moaning loudly.  No one had ever
done that to me and I felt really aroused, my cock going rigid.

Dawood then sat up and whispered something in Wahab’s ear.  Wahab nodded
and withdrew his cock.  Dawood changed position with Wahab and it was now
his cock that slid into me as Wahab watched.  He came behind me and opening
his thighs, placed my head in his lap and fed me his cock.  For a while I
got fucked at both ends by these virile men.

Once again they changed positions and Wahab’s cock entered my hole as
Dawood watched.  He then got an idea and asked Wahab to lie on his back and
make me ride his cock.  This took less than a minute.  I was now facing
Wahab, my legs on either sides and moved up and down on his hard cock.
Dawood came behind me and with Wahab’s cock already inside me, tried to
insert his thick cock into me.  I paused till he actually slid his cock in.
I thought my hole would tear but soon both the cocks fitted into my really
stretched chute.

Wahab groaned with pleasure as the friction increased.  They both fucked me
simultaneously and I thought I was flying.  The cocks moved very slowly but
I could feel the movement.  Wahab was pinching my nipples from below as
Dawood kissed me on my mouth with his cock sliding in and out of my pussy.

Wahab didn’t last too long and after making some wild noises, he came
inside me.  It felt warm and sticky and some of the cum leaked out.  Dawood
asked Wahab if he wanted to take his cock out.  He paused as Wahab nodded
and took out his cock.  I immediately felt relief but then Dawood began to
pound my pussy really hard.  Wahab watched in awe as his boss’s thick hard
cock slid in and out of my battered pussy.

And then soon he also came, filling me with his cum, mixing with Wahab’s.
He kept pumping and the sperm leaked out as Wahab watched sitting by the
side, his own cock now soft.

Dawood took out his cock almost immediately and they both sat naked
drinking more beer.  My pussy felt bruised and wide open with what had been
done to it.  The hole felt empty without the monstrous cocks that had been
inside recently.

Dawood asked me to come and sit between them.  As I sat, they both parted
my legs, placing them over them.  Smiling, Dawood inserted two of his
fingers inside my hole moist and slippery with cum.  They went in quite
easily.  He looked into my eyes and winked, “Your cunt will never be the
same again”.  He asked Wahab to insert his fingers too.  Wahab’s fingers
too went in quite easily.  I squirmed but it also felt good.  They
continued to finger me and I could sense they were both getting aroused
again.

Dawood then used an obscene Urdu word to describe my pussy as a hole made
loose by excessive use.  He said he would like to now fist me.  The four
fingers were still inside me and trying to stretch my already stretched
hole.  I too was getting aroused by what the fingers were doing to me and
leaned back and spread my legs further.  My hands sought their cocks that
were getting rapidly hard.  Bending, I began sucking Dawood’s cock and he
moaned closing his eyes.

Wahab was now rock hard and eager to fuck me.  I sat on the floor kneeling
in front of Dawood, his cock in my mouth.  Wahab came behind me and opening
my raised cheeks, placed his cock at my open hole and pushed.  It slid in
smoothly and he started fucking me with long slow strokes that made my body
tingle.  Dawood opened his eyes and looked at Wahab’s cock going in and out
of my hole.  He thrust his pelvis forward and pushed my head down, making
me take in his cock deep into my mouth.

Wahab continued to fuck me and then Dawood said he wanted to fuck me again.
Wahab withdrew his cock that glistened with cum and Dawood pulled me and
made me sit on his rock hard cock pointing up.  I sat with my back to him
and Wahab held Dawood’s cock as I lowered myself on it.  My cock was hard
too and each time Dawood pushed his pelvis up, it bobbed up and down.

Wahab stood in front of me and made me suck his still hard cock.  After ten
minutes or so, Dawood started making loud noises, shouting, “Ah, aaah,
aaaah” and gripping my waist with both his hands, came with a shudder.
He kept jerking and I could feel jets of his cum enter me.  A lot of it
leaked out, making Dawood’s thighs sticky.

Wahab asked Dawood to please let him cum inside me.  Dawood obliged and we
both got up, Dawood’s cock slipping out of my leaking hole.  Without losing
any time, Wahab turned me around and bending his knees slightly, inserted
his cock into my hole that was full of Dawood’s cum.  Wahab probably got a
kick out of that and fucked me really hard.  Dawood stood watching,
enjoying the sight and kept muttering obscenities, telling Wahab to tear my
hole.  Wahab’s cock was rock hard now and his mouth was fixed in a grimace
as he fucked.  His hands gripped my shoulders as he fucked, penetrating me
deeply.  And then he also came, almost without warning, pumping hot sticky
cum into my hole that was now overflowing with it.  He came and came,
holding me tight as Dawood watched.

Everyone was feeling a little tired and after washing up, we all put back
our clothes.  After finishing the beer, it was time to go.  Wahab went back
to office in his car while Dawood took me to his home where I packed my
things and said goodbye to Dawood’s mother.  Dawood then drove me to my
uncle’s place.  He wanted me to spend the last night with him but I told
him that would not be possible.  He told me he wished he could come with me
to India but he was busy with some important work.

He dropped me at my uncle’s place and gave me a very warm hug as he said
goodbye.  He often visited India and told me he would contact me there on
his next visit.  We hugged again and then he was gone.

The evening at my uncle’s place was pleasant and unremarkable.  I slept
early and after breakfast the next morning, my uncle took me shopping,
buying gifts for me and for family at home.  The train for Amritsar was at
3pm and after lunch he drove me to the railway station.  I got on the train
that was almost empty and said goodbye to my uncle.

The journey was uneventful and the custom people didn’t even bother to know
what I had with me.  I reached Amritsar early afternoon.  My train for
Delhi was in the evening and I had about 2 hours to spare.  I went to the
waiting room, had a shower and then got myself some magazines and
newspapers.

The men looked so different.  The clothes were different too; more people
in trousers and shirts and a lot of turbaned Sikhs.  There were many more
women than one saw in public places in Pakistan.  Everything seemed to be
different.  Certainly the men were not so handsome as they were across the
border.

The train started from Amritsar and came on the platform an hour before its
departure.  I got on and made myself at home in the compartment meant for
four.  I wondered who the other three passengers would be.  No one came
till almost the departure of the train and then, ten minutes before the
departure a Sikh entered the compartment, carrying a small bag.  He took
the seat opposite me and sat down, taking off his dark glasses.

He was about 30, of medium height and had regular features, with a sharp
nose Sikhs often have.  He had a trimmed beard.  His turban was red and he
wore a dark green knitted polo shirt that fitted him well.  His legs were
clad in close fitting cords and he wore sandals.  He was obviously a
sophisticated man.  He gave me a polite smile and a nod and opened his bag
to take out a book that he began to read.  I too started flipping through
the magazines I had bought.

After a while he got bored with the book and began talking to me.  He got
quite excited when I told him I was returning from Pakistan.  He had many
questions and wanted to know how life there was different from ours.

Soon we were talking like friends and exchanging information about each
other.  He was a squash player and was going to Delhi for a tournament.  He
was not married and was not even interested in getting married.  I told him
I was completing my studies and didn’t know what I wanted to do.

It started getting dark and he asked me if I would like to have a drink.  I
accepted and he took out a bottle of rum and paper cups.  He poured into
both glasses and added cold water from a flask.  We sat quietly and drank.
By the time the waiter came to ask for dinner, we had had three small ones
and were feeling good.

His name was Gurvir and he worked for a private company.  He wanted to know
more about my background.  Like many he was fascinated by Muslims and knew
little about their lifestyle.  He was sexy but I had no idea if he liked
men.  My mind was trying to find a way of seducing him but hadn’t figured
out how.

The waiter returned and cleared the remains of the dinner.  Gurvir put his
hand on mine and didn’t let me pay for my share of the dinner.  His hand
was soft and strong and felt nice.  I went back to my seat and opened my
bag to take out my night clothes.  He did the same.  He removed his turban
to reveal shoulder length hair tied like a pony tail.  Without any
hesitation, he took off his polo shirt revealing a nice lean torso that was
moderately hairy at the right places.  He wore a gold chain and had dark
nipples.  He put on a loose T shirt and then unbuckled his trousers and
without any self consciousness took them off.  His legs were long and
muscular and hairy.  He wore white briefs that looked well filled.  Turning
away from me, he peeled off his briefs, showing me a perfect bubble ass for
a few seconds before he put a pair of Bermudas on.  As he turned back
towards me, all I saw was a bit of his dark pubic hair and then he sat
down.

I took off my shirt revealing my hairless torso that looked pale in the
cabin light.  I then tied a towel around my waist and took off my jeans as
well as briefs.  At that moment, several things happened simultaneously.
Gurvir got up to go out to the loo with his toothbrush.  I held my pyjamas
in one hand, holding on to the small towel with my other hand.  Exactly
then, the train stopped with a jerk.  I fell on gurvir and in order to
balance, let go of the towel.  Before I knew it, I was in gurvir’s arms,
stark naked as he held me by the waist to keep me from falling.

We both exclaimed.  For a few seconds Gurvir’s hands seemed to be frozen as
his eyes looked at my naked body, held by his hairy arms.  I didn’t know
what to do as the towel was now on the floor along with my pyjamas.  I
stood there, my mouth slightly open and looked at him who was staring at
me, stunned into silence.

We stood there perhaps for about 5 seconds and then I turned my back to
him, bent and picked my pyjamas and quickly put it on.  Gurvir went out
quietly and I picked my towel, put on a t shirt and sat down, may heart
beating fast and felt blood rushing to my face.

By the time he returned I felt normal again but didn’t look at him.  He too
didn’t say anything, made his bed and lying down, and started reading his
book.  I too made my bed and switching off the main light, lay down and
closed my eyes.  I was far from sleepy and kept seeing Gurvir’s startled
face looking at me, standing naked with his arms around me.

I couldn’t read the expression in his eyes but it was not disinterest.  But
it was not enough for me to take a decisive step.  I turned away from him
and kept thinking of him, very conscious of him being so near, alone on a
train.  Gurvir switched off his bedside light and there was now almost
total darkness in the compartment.  The train was going very fast.

Suddenly I heard Gurvir’s voice, “Are you awake?” and I mumbled a
yes.  “I want to tell you a story and then want to ask you something.
Is that okay?” I mumbled a yes again.

___________

I was studying to be an engineer in a private college and was staying in
the hostel.  My roommate was Ashok, a boy one year junior to me.  He was a
very shy boy; good looking, intelligent and gentle.  The senior students in
the college used to get pretty vicious with the new comers and when Ashok
was admitted, they realized that he was shy and so were particularly nasty
with him.  They made him take off his clothes and said all kinds of vulgar
things.  One evening when I reached the room I found him crying and when I
asked he informed me that two senior students tried to abuse him sexually.
I knew those boys and went and asked them to leave Ashok alone or I shall
report the matter to the teachers.

The ragging stopped and Ashok was very grateful and showed his gratitude in
all sorts of ways.  He would wash and iron my clothes along with his own,
shared the goodies that came from his home, tidied up the mess I created
and was always there if I wanted something.

One night, it was very warm and I decided to sleep in my underwear.  I was
fast asleep and then I woke up suddenly and felt a hand touch me between my
legs.  It took me a few seconds to realize that it could only be Ashok.  I
almost called him but something prevented me from doing so and I pretended
to be asleep.  The hand continued to stroke me and I started getting hard.
The hand got bolder and lowered my briefs, exposing my semi hard cock.
Gripping it gently, the hand began to stroke my cock that soon got hard.
It was a wonderful sensation but it didn’t feel right.  However, I allowed
the hand to continue what it was doing.  And then I got the shock of my
life when I felt something warm and moist around my cock.  I suddenly
realized Ashok was sucking my cock.  The sensation was absolutely
incredible and I didn’t want it to stop.  But I also realized that I could
no longer pretend to be asleep.  I extended my hand and in the dim light,
put it on Ashok’s head and pressing it; encouraging him to go on.

Once Ashok knew I was enjoying myself he got even more enthusiastic and
gave me a fantastic blowjob.  After I had come he came and lay next to me,
hugging me and telling me how much he loved me.  Initially it used to make
me uneasy but I gradually got used to him giving me a blowjob now and
again.  At times I would get horny and would actually ask him to come to my
bed.  We would both take off our clothes and cuddle and then he would suck
me.

Once or twice he tried to kiss me on my lips but I didn’t want that and he
stopped trying.  After a few months, once when we were in bed together,
naked, he asked me to fuck him.  I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say
and then very firmly I told him no.  He was very disappointed but didn’t
ask for it again.

And then the inevitable happened: he found a lover.  There was this boy in
his class who was a little older and the football captain.  He was handsome
in a rugged way and a little crude.  Once when I entered my room I found
them kissing each other.  I didn’t say anything but gradually the distance
between Ashok and me increased and the next year he changed his room and
became the football captain’s roommate.  Students used to joke about the
two of them but Ashok didn’t care.  We remained friends till I left the
college but were no longer close.

___________



Gurvir stopped talking.  I was now wide awake and was wondering what he was
going to ask and the point of telling me the story.  As if reading my mind
he said, “Earlier when your towel fell and you collided with me, I
remembered Ashok and thought of all the things we used to do.  Holding you
in my arms brought back the memories of Ashok and I in bed together.  After
him, there never was anyone else till this evening when I saw you
naked”.

My heart began to beat faster and my mouth went dry.  I held my breath and
didn’t say anything.  He spoke again, very gently, “Can I... I mean can
we... please don’t get angry with me but can we be together like Ashok and
me?”

I was quiet for a while and then switched on my bedside light and turned
towards him.  He was sitting, leaning forward.  I opened my arms and
smiled.  He got up and came to sit next to me.  He bent and tried to
embrace me.  I told him I was not Ashok or a replacement for him.  He had
to like me for what I was and not because I reminded him of someone else.
He seemed to understand and nodded.  I then sat up and took off my t shirt.
He did the same.  I pulled him towards me and soon we were lying together
face to face, his hard body touching mine intimately.  I placed my hand on
his crotch and found he was hard.  Putting my thumb inside the waistband I
pulled.  He assisted me and was naked, his cock sticking into my stomach.
I pulled down my own shorts and embraced him, his body hot and firm against
mine.

I took his hard cock in my hand.  After a long time I was holding an uncut
cock and it felt good.  I pulled the skin back exposing the head and Gurvir
moaned.  I made him lie on his back and put my hot mouth around the head of
his cock, licking it gently.  Gurvir was moaning loudly, gripping my head
in both his hands.

He was big and thick and absolutely straight.  His balls were hairy and
were tight with excitement.  My hand travelled downwards, massaging his
balls and stroking between the crack.  My mouth was full of his thick cock.
I then took my mouth off his swollen cock and asked if he had ever been
rimmed.  He didn’t seem to understand and frowned.  I told him to turn
over.  His bubble butt was beautiful, hairy and tight.  I spread the cheeks
and locating his tight puckered hole, licked it with my wet tongue.  Gurvir
cried out in surprise and his body tensed.  I applied more pressure,
probing the hole with my tongue, spreading his ass more.  He was now
moaning loudly with pleasure; his body tossing and turning restlessly.  I
thought he would explode if I continued and so stopped.  He turned his face
towards me and it was flushed with excitement.  “No one has done that
before”, he gasped.  I just smiled and turning him over, took his
throbbing cock in my mouth.

I then sat on him with my ass practically in his face and bent to take his
cock again in my mouth.  The sight of my open hole must have been tempting
for him because I felt his warm tongue lick it and before I knew it, he was
rimming me enthusiastically, trying to insert his tongue inside me.  With
his hand, he held my now hard cock as his tongue continued to lick my hole.
His cock deep inside my mouth, the feeling was incredible.  The rocking due
to the motion of the train heightened the pleasure.

I now wanted his cock inside me and without actually bothering to ask his
permission, I turned around once again and holding his cock wet with my
saliva, placed my hole over it and began to sit on it.  I sensed the large
head against the hole and then as I continued to move down, it popped
inside effortlessly.  Gurvir opened his mouth in a silent scream as the
heat and the moisture of my pussy enveloped his inexperienced cock.  Before
he knew it, the entire cock was swallowed by my pussy and I could feel his
thick bush tickle my ass.

He seemed to be in a trance.  His eyes were glazed and unseeing, his mouth
open and he was moaning loudly, “Oh God, oh God, Oh God”.  He didn’t
know what to do with hands and I placed them on my nipples.  He squeezed
them hard, making me gasp.  Neither of us had moved and his cock stayed
inside me.  After a minute, I began to move up and down, very slowly,
feeling the thick shaft against my chute.  He just lay there letting me do
all the work, his eyes a little unfocused.  But soon he began pushing
himself up and got into the rhythm of it.  He was moaning loudly all the
time.  His pony tail had opened and his face was surrounded by his hair.
He was pushed so enthusiastically that I didn’t have do anything and just
let his cock go deep into me.

Soon he began to cry out loudly, increasing the pace, fucking me hard.  And
then suddenly he stopped pushing and came inside me, filling me with hot
cum.  We stayed in that position for some time and then I bent forward and
rested my head on his chest that was sweaty now.  He held me tight and
didn’t say anything.

A little later we lay together, face to face, still naked and he told me
how fantastic the experience was.  He said it was the first time he had
fucked someone.  I didn’t say anything; just let my hands roam all over his
firm body.  Minutes later I could sense his body becoming eager for more
action; the way he put his leg over mine, the way his hand went around my
waist and pulled me to him and then of course, his cock began to poke me.

I lay on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me very
slowly.  He was breathing hard and even in the dim light I could see his
eyes looking into mine.  His cock felt big inside me, massaging my chute
lovingly and I too got hard.  He didn’t vary the pace and continued to push
his cock in and then take it out almost fully.  I began to moan, whispering
his name.

The train had stopped somewhere and light was coming from outside.  Someone
could see us if he peeped in but it was late night and there wasn’t a soul
on the platform and we continued without a pause.  He fucked for over 20
minutes and then came.  The climax was even more intense than the last time
and he nailed me down pushing his cock as deep as he could into me, his cum
settling deep inside me.

The train began moving again.  He removed his spent cock and turned over
and hugged me tenderly.  We went to sleep like that and it must have been
two hours later that I woke up to find his hand still around me as he
slept.  I tried to get up without waking him and somehow managed.  He now
slept, lying on his back and his body looked wonderful in repose.  I sat
next to him enjoying the view and then gently lifted his hand and started
licking the fingers one by one, sucking the tips.  I was feeling hot for
him once again but was in no hurry.  I noticed his cock beginning to stir
and letting the hand fall, I bent and started to suck the half awakened
cock gently.  In a minute it got hard and filled my mouth.  My tongue moved
around the ridge of the head and Gurvir moaned, opening his legs wide.

He was now awake and was looking at his cock being sucked.  He looked sexy
and like me, was in no hurry.  I then lay next to him in the 69 position
and while I sucked him, he put his tongue to my hole, licking it slowly,
sending pulses of pleasure through my body.  He licked for a long time
making my hole wet and hot for action.

He was now as ready as me.  His cock was rock hard and jumping.  The
foreskin was pushed back exposing the pink head that looked swollen.  He
sat between my legs, putting them over my shoulders.  Amazing how these
things come almost naturally to men.  His rigid cock was now pointing
straight at my hole that was eagerly waiting for it.  He pushed his pelvis
forward and the head came in contact with the open hole.  He pushed
slightly and slowly and smoothly the thick cock started going in, making me
hiss and moan.  He continued to push till the entire shaft disappeared.  He
was looking at his cock moving in all the time.  He then pulled half of it
out and asked me to look.  I raised my head and peered and saw the thick
glistening shaft half buried into me.

He started to fuck, once again very slowly – almost in slow motion.  His
face showed deep pleasure he was getting.  My own showed the unique
combination of pleasure, surrender and some pain at having a massive cock
inside me.  Our eyes were locked as he continued to fuck.  Occasionally he
would bend and kiss my nipples or nibble them, his beard tickling me.

And then he bent and kissed me full on my mouth.  It was so unexpected I
was taken aback.  His mouth was warm and sweet and his lips were soft.  He
kissed clumsily but with passion.  I opened my mouth and his tongue went in
deep.  It was almost as if he wanted to fuck my mouth with his tongue.  His
mouth was firmly on my mouth and he kissed hungrily and without any
restraint.  Something seemed to have made him lose all his inhibitions and
the whole thing became completely wild.  With his cock inside me and his
mouth on mine, he held me down with his hands on mine making me immobile,
his cock slamming me really hard.  I wrapped my legs around his waist.  I
was getting breathless with his mouth on mine and when he lifted his mouth,
I bit his shoulder hard, almost drawing blood.

My cock was rock hard and pressed between our bodies.  I knew that I would
come on my own without even touching myself.  He then left my hands and
lifted my legs by ankles bending them towards my shoulders, raising my ass.
He was now pounding my ass real hard, towering over me, my body almost
doubled.  I was scratching his back with my nails.  My mouth was open as he
bent again and kissed it, his tongue going deep inside.

It felt like a very long time when I came without even touching myself.  He
followed soon, spraying my inside with his seed.  He was almost on top of
me and the seed must have gone in very deep.

We lay exhausted for a long time, breathing hard without saying anything.
His beard was tickling me on my neck and i could smell his masculine odour
as he lay with his heavy arm on my chest.

The train was going very fast and we had no idea where we were or what time
it was.  Finally we got up, our passion spent and I looked at my watch.  It
was 4.30am.  In another three hours we would be in Delhi.  In an hour we
would reach a big city; it was time to get dressed.  We both put our shorts
and t shirts on.  Gurvir still felt affectionate towards me; we lay
together and he held me in his arms.  We got up to sit when the train
stopped at the station.

Two passengers got on the train at the next stop.  They both looked like
businessmen who were going to Delhi for the day as they didn’t have any
luggage.  They sat on the seat opposite ours and talked shop with each
other, ignoring us completely.  Gurvir got off and returned with tea for
both of us.

The train began to move.  In less than two hours we would reach Delhi and
then I would catch a connecting train to my home town.  Would I ever meet
any of the men I had met in last two weeks again?  I didn’t think so.  It
would be difficult to meet even Gurvir.  Besides, I was not sure he would
want to repeat this.

I was proved wrong immediately as Gurvir bent and whispered into my ear,
“I want to fuck you now”.

I was taken aback and whispered, “It is not possible now” and
continued to sip tea.

“We can do it in the toilet”, he suggested, whispering again.

I looked at him not certain it was a good idea.  He looked at me
pleadingly.  I decided to agree to the suggestion and nodded.  Gurvir got
up and went out.  I waited a few minutes and then I too got up and came out
into the corridor.  Gurvir was standing at the left end and as he saw me,
walked away.  I followed and when I reached the end of the corridor he
wasn’t there.  I looked at the closed doors of both the toilets wondering
when the door of the right hand lavatory opened slightly and Gurvir peeped
at me.  I looked around and there was no one there.  I quickly slipped
inside the lavatory and closed the door.  Gurvir locked the door and took
me in his arms. Impatiently he pulled my shorts down and they fell around
my ankles.  He then lowered his own and held his cock in his hand.  It was
already hard.  I bent and took it in my mouth, holding him by his butt.  He
started thrusting his pelvis, fucking my mouth.  But soon he got impatient,
pulled me up and then turned me around.  I could feel his cock trying to
locate its target.  I helped by spreading my legs and then parting my ass
cheeks with my hands.  Almost immediately I felt a lubricated finger enter
my hole and then turn for a while.  The finger came out and then I felt the
head of his cock pressing against my hole.

Gurvir pushed hard and half of his cock went in, causing me a little
discomfort.  As I groaned softly he paused and then began to push gently.
Soon he was home and he gripped my shoulders and began to fuck me, very,
very slowly savouring every moment.  The lavatory was not the ideal place
for what we were doing but it was quite exciting and erotic to do it
standing, with our bodies shaking by the train movements.  Gurvir would
take his cock out almost entirely and then push it back into my pussy, the
friction making me moan with pleasure that only a thick hard cock can give.
My cock was hard too and I was stroking it.

Despite the awkwardness and the danger of our situation, Gurvir was in no
hurry to finish and continued fucking me at an unhurried pace, sliding in
and out of me.  He had one hand around my waist holding me tight while the
other gripped my shoulder.  His cock seemed to have got harder and was
going in very deep, filling me completely.

Twice we heard people talking outside but it didn’t bother Gurvir who
continued without a pause.  I was feeling close to climax and was sucking
the fingers of his hand around my neck and then biting his wrist.  His
beard was rubbing against my cheek and I could hear him breathe hard.  And
then his grip around my waist tightened and he began to pound my ass,
slamming hard into my pussy.  I pushed my ass back to make it easier for
him, and continued sucking his fingers that now probed my mouth.  He then
slammed into me and came, gushes of his cum filling me and some of it
trickling down my legs.  Almost simultaneously I also came, shooting into
the air.  I had to control myself really hard to keep quiet as both of us
reached the climax together.

Gurvir was now just holding me, all spent, his head resting on my shoulder,
panting.  His cock slipped out of me and I could feel more cum down my leg.
Gurvir pulled his shorts up and taking out some tissue from its pocket,
cleaned me carefully and then tossed the tissue into the toilet.  I too
pulled up my shorts and turned towards him.  He smiled and embraced me
lovingly.  We stood there like that, feeling close to each other.

He went out first, after making sure there was no one outside.  After a few
seconds he knocked softly.  When I opened the door, there was no one in the
corridor.  I stood for a minute and then walked back to the compartment.
Gurvir was sitting next to the window looking outside.  He didn’t even look
when I came in and sat down.

Gurvir then went out again with his clothes and returned wearing his green
t shirt, cords and the red turban.  He looked different but as sexy as
without clothes.  Our eyes met and he winked.  It was now my turn to get
ready.  In fifteen minutes we were both dressed looking and behaving like
strangers on a train.  By the time we reached Delhi we had exchanged
addresses and telephone numbers.  Gurvir invited me to spend the day with
him but I told him I had to catch a train in an hour.

The train reached Delhi on time.  The platform was crowded as always.  We
got off the train and stood looking at each other not knowing what to say.
He then shook my hands and said, “Thanks for everything.  You have
changed me.  I would love to meet you again and I say this seriously.  I am
also going to locate Ashok and say sorry to him”.  I believed him but
also knew that tomorrow he might feel different.

He walked away.  Once he turned back and waved at me and then was lost in
the crowd.  I found my train left in less than two hours from the next
platform.  I climbed the stairs and then sat on a bench waiting for the
train.  I looked at my watch and realized I would be home in less than
three hours and waited for the train to arrive to take me home.

The End



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