Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2009 23:21:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: Asian Journal: Chapter 3

III.

Lahore, Pakistan (Teacher)


-- Tuesday --

	I flew from Bangkok to Karachi and caught a flight to Lahore,
arriving in late afternoon. It was during one of those rare times when the
enmity in that area of the world was negligible. Besides, I had an
'unofficial invitation' to visit Lahore.
	One of the clients of the company that employed me was a ministry
of the Pakistani government. Four month ago, while at a party hosted by the
company, I had mentioned to the ministry's representative that I had always
been interested in the Mughal gardens and the Tomb of Jahangir, an
emperor. It was then that the unofficial invitation was extended.
	When I had made my plans, I reestablished my contact with the
ministry's representative and an official letter soon followed. I felt
confident that I would be in little danger. My stay would be brief!
	I was met by a staff member of the ministry, dressed Western style
and taken to a modest, but eminently comfortable hotel which I had booked
before leaving Thailand. Yusof, the staff member, was efficient, very well
mannered and saw that I was made comfortable in my lodgings.
	I showered, dressed and went down to the lobby. I was quickly made
aware that I was in a Muslim country because there was no lounge in the
hotel. This would be a nonalcoholic stay! I really don't crave a drink all
the time, but sometimes it's damned good!
	Deciding not to be too curious, I walked outside and around the
block. I had been warned by a friend, who thought my sojourn here was
madness, that I should be cautions and not go out after dark. The area was
quiet, and many of the shops were closing. Walking back to the hotel after
my brief exploration, I decided to have dinner a bit early. Pakistanis take
their last meal of the day much later than I normally do.
	The restaurant was not crowded and sported linen covered
tables. The coverings were obviously worn, but clean. I ordered chicken
tandoori, a mixed vegetable dish, birani rice, and fresh, sweetened lemon
juice. I placed a small portion of each on my plate--savoring each
mouthful. The waiter literally hovered! After I had finished what was on my
plate and before I could replenish it--my plate was whisked away and
replaced with a clean one. It was all delicious and I ate slowly. Four
plates later, I ordered coffee. There is something about the coffee in Asia
that is different from country to country and decidedly dissimilar from
that which I was used to at home. It was aromatic, rich and delicious!


	Before going to my room I inquired at the desk about hiring a car
or taxi that would take me to the Tomb of Jahangir the next morning. I was
informed that they would arrange it all for me.
	"Would 10:00 be too early, Sir?"
	"No," I answered, "That would be fine."

-- Wednesday --

	I slept like a log. No dreams and woke early, refreshed. After
showering, I went downstairs had coffee, a light breakfast and walked
around the block again. The shops were just opening and the sight of a
foreigner walking about brought many stares and a few friendly
nods. Stopping at one shop, I purchased several bottles of mineral water. I
had been warned not to drink the water here--coffee was OK as it was
boiled!
	Returning to the hotel, I was handed an issue of the Karachi
Times--in English, no less. I thanked the desk clerk and went up to my
room, ordered up a carafe of coffee and began to read.
	At precisely 10:00 my phone rang.
	"Your car is here, Sir."
	Thanking him, I splashed water in my face, dried, grabbed a small
back pack I purchased in Thailand, placed in it two bottles of water and
went downstairs. Standing in the lobby was Yusof!
	"Hello, Yusof," I greeted him, a bit surprised.
	"Good morning, Sir. I am to be your guide," he stated, matter of
factly!
	Today, Yusof was dressed Pakistani style--pajamas (long,
narrow-legged pants) and a kertas (loose tunic-like garment which fell to
his knees) and the obligatory Pakistani hat. Over one shoulder he carried a
cloth bag.
	"Well, thank you," I replied, "I hadn't expected this."


	We exited the front door of the hotel and found an older model
car--the make of which I had no idea. The driver, ceremoniously opened the
rear door. I and Yusof entered. Yusof spoke to the driver--of what I had no
idea--and we drove off. The car was small--almost a sub-compact and it was
not air conditioned. At this early hour it was comfortable and the windows
were lowered half way.
	As we drove through the streets, Yusof pointed out marks of
interest in a continuing, lilting patter! Soon we arrived at the tomb--a
wide, square, low structure with a tall towers (minarets) at the four
corners. It's size was impressive in its own way.
	As we entered the compound, nature called and I asked where the
toilets were. I was directed to the proper door and entered. The toilet was
empty, none too clean, and almost primitive by my standards. The urinal was
along one wall and consisted of a tiled trough with water trickling down
from several openings at the top. Stools were absent, but stalls with the
typical squat toilets lined the opposite wall. I stepped up to the trough
to relieve myself. Seconds later, Yusof entered, stood a ways from where I
was standing and proceeded to relieve himself as well--or so I thought!
	I glanced over quickly--enough to see what could be considered a
cock that was tantamount to large. I continued my task and glanced over
once again. Yusof was not pissing, but holding his sizable member and
looking at mine. Shaking off the last trace of urine I turned, washed my
hand at the single sink and left without glancing at my guide again. "Must
have been checking out the size relationship," I surmised to myself. Not
unusual in Asia, I had discovered.
	We toured the sizable tomb for the next hour and a half. The scale
of the structure was impressive. The workmanship exquisite. It must have
been truly astounding in the 17th century when it was completed. Time had
taken its toll, still it was magnificent!
	It was lunch time. We left and Yusof instructed the driver as to
where we were to eat. This I assumed, as the restaurant was decidedly
upscale, reasonable by my standards and clean. The food was well prepared
and delicious. Yusof and I ate in relative silence--we were both hungry
from all the walking. The driver, I was told would find his own place to
eat. After lunch, we returned to the car.
	The Wazir Khan Mosque was to be our next stop. I had read about the
mosque which was considered to be singular--and it was! Again, the detail
was impressive, but the forms of the mosque was its real drawing card. The
afternoon had grown hot, and I was forced to take numerous draughts of
water. Most was lost in perspiration.
	Later nature called. Again, I inquired as to the whereabouts of a
toilet. Again, Yusof entered shortly after me. However, this time he stood
somewhat closer and openly gazed at my exposed cock. I, also, glanced at
his substantial member a trifle longer than I had done that morning. At my
second glance, I also noticed that he was not urinating. I briefly glanced
up at his face. He returned my gaze and I thought that I detected an
imperceptible wink. Could I be sure? I returned a slight smile, zipped up
my fly and left the toilet.
	Minutes later, when Yusof joined me, there was a decidedly
inquiring look to his eyes. I decided that I was reading too much into the
situation.
	We had finished our tour of the mosque and Yusof asked if I would
like to visit the market. I said that I would. Markets in Asia are all
relatively similar--open air stalls, frequently devoted to the basic
necessities--meat and vegetables--stalls of local delicacies, those
displaying handiwork, stalls of clothing, and others selling all other
manner of goods. It was hustling and crowded. Jostling was commonplace. The
smells were enticing and unique! After an hour, I had had enough. Again,
sensory overload.
	It was late afternoon and I asked to be driven back to my
hotel. "Damn! Wish I could have a beer," I thought to myself as the hot
wind from the open window of the car assaulted my face. The ride back to
the hotel was a bit longer than I expected. The traffic was
unbelievable--all manner of motorized two-, three- and four-wheeled
vehicles, bullock carts, horse drawn carriages and people clogged the
roadway. By the time we reached the hotel I had consumed all my water and
needed a shower.


	I got out of the car, thanked Yusof and quickly walked into the
hotel and to my room. I barely had time to remove my shirt when there was a
knock on my door. When I opened it, there stood Yusof! He looked at my bare
torso and smiled, knowingly back at me. His hand dropped to his crotch and
cupped his bulge.
	I was astonished! Not at his obvious, lascivious gesture, but at
his sudden appearance, unannounced. I was momentarily speechless as I gazed
at him. Obviously he took my surprise as an invitation. He stepped into the
room, closed the door and cupped my crotch!
	Now, Yusof was not bad looking at all. Black, slightly wavy hair;
black, beautifully arched eyebrows over sparkling eyes; a straight, strong
nose; an obligatory thick, black mustache and sensuous lips made up this
man's handsome face. He was somewhat taller than me--maybe 6'1" and
appeared to be of a slender build. His shoulders were broad, but that was
all I could see with his Pakistani garb.
	He continued to fondle my cock as he embraced me with his other
hand. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply--probing my mouth with his
tongue. The combination of these actions caused a certain, understandable,
predictable response in my groin. He increased his expert fondling and
kissing 'til I was completely and irrevocably erect!
	Smiling, he stood back, kicked of his sandals, removed his kertas,
untied his pajamas, and let them drop to his ankles. He stood there only
garbed in a pair of loose boxers which were considerably tented by his
rigid cock. He was slender, but not thin, broad shouldered with dark, large
aureolas defining his chest, flat lightly defined abs, narrow hips and long
lightly muscled, tapering legs. His chest exhibited a dusting of dark hair,
as did his legs. He was quite appealing--particularly in the tented
boxers. These he slowly drew them down until his cock popped out and sprang
up and out, proudly!
	Astonishingly, his pubes were devoid of any hair--totally, smoothly
shaved! This made his already substantial cock and deep hanging balls
appear larger, yet, slightly incongruous by the denuding. The shaved cock
and balls were in stark contrast to the black hair of the rest of his
body. I was later to learn that shaved pubes is commonplace in the
Arab-Islamic world, being an old practice to insure hygiene and the ridding
of lice!
	Well, that shaving certainly made his beautiful, considerable cock
stand out--both figuratively and literally! I said to my self, "Damn!"


	Yusof stepped out of his kertas and boxers and grabbed my cock
again. This time a little more forcefully! I winced and stepped back.
	"I need to shower first," I stated as my power of speech
returned. I had not said a word since I opened my room's door so profound
was my surprise! Needing a shower was true! I also needed a minute to
collect my thoughts regarding this unexpected, but undeniable and
potentially pleasant intrusion.
	I walked into the bathroom and found Yusof directly behind me--this
time fondling my ass!
	"I shower too!" he informed me!
	What was I to do? My mind was in turmoil! I slipped off my pants
and fought my briefs over my rigid cock. We stood there naked, proudly
erect and facing each other. Yusof's eyes were ablaze as they roamed,
unimpeded over my body, I suppose mine had a similar look!
	"What the hell! Go with the flow," I thought as I turned to the
shower and adjusted the temperature.
	Yusof immediately came up behind me and audaciously stuck his cock
between my ass cheeks! The sudden intrusion and the blatant maneuver caused
me to suddenly stand up, tense my buttocks and turn around to face him.
	He stood there with, what only can be described as a leer on his
face. I was not only taken back by this last move, I was a bit angry. No! I
was furious by his action. He was too forward, too presumptuous, almost
arrogant in his assumed effect upon me.
	"Hey!" I exploded. "Take it easy! Will you?" I spat out. Then I
added for good measure, "Is this what the ministry expects of you?"
	My explosive reaction caused an obvious and immediate shift in his
demeanor. He turned red and his eyes widened.
	"No . . . I am sorry," he uttered apologetically and stammered, "I
only . . . thought . . . that you . . ."
	More calmly, now, I interrupted his observation, "What you thought
plus the way you are acting are two different things."
	"Sorry . . ."


	There was a perceptible lessening of his erection. He appeared
confused, disconsolate, subdued!
	It is not that I am a control freak! But, I don't like being taken
advantage of, unless it's by my own acquiescence. Further, the astounding
assertiveness, the totally unexpected appearance of Yusof disconcerted
me. Suraj and Tia had been . . . deferential, almost shy in their
approach. Yusof had been uncharacteristically aggressive. I say
"uncharacteristically" because I had been told, and had observed to this
point that most Asians were "polite" to a fault. I wondered if this
machismo-style was common in Pakistan. I was later to learn that it was,
particularly in same sex encounters.


	I held out my hand to him.
	"Come on . . . let's shower," I stated quietly with a slight
smile. He took my hand and we stepped into the shower.
	The water flowed over out bodies. Yusof was subdued. I began to
soap my chest then his. I concentrated on his nipples, rigid in the middle
of their large, dark disk. Yusof's aureolas were larger than the norm, as I
have mentioned, so was his cock! "I wonder if there is a correlation?" I
mused.
	I rolled the dark nipples between my thumb an forefinger. This
brought a decided jerk to his returned erection. Smiling at him, I reached
down and licked one and then sucked into my mouth. A moan escaped from
Yusof's mouth. I looked up again and he slowly brought his lips to
mine--tentatively probing for my tongue. I responded. Yusof drew me into a
tight embrace as he torqued his body against mine. We both groaned. He
grabbed by ass and squeezed them hard as he ground his unyielding cock
against mine. He was not subtle!
	"Easy," I said, pulling back from out passionate kiss.
	"Sorry!"


	Yusof, I was to find out, was an aggressive man when sex was
involved. That can be OK if it is tempered. Yusof was
un-tempered. Apparently, his techniques were minimal, almost anamalistic in
their intensity.
	I personally prefer a sexually assertive partner to an aggressive
one! Parameters had to be established.


	"I like to have sex you you. I want to have sex with you, But is
must be slow and easy," I explained. "Understand?"
	"Yes! Sorry."
 	He kissed me again--this time with assertive passion! I
responded. My hand roamed down his back and into that deep cleft. He
responded with a groan and a grinding of his hips--with less force than
before, but still charged with primal energy. I cupped his ass cheeks and
pulled him against my cock and I rotated my hips and cock against him. His
hands again cupped my ass and fondled them--a finger gently probing my
crack! He was a quick learner!
	I broke the kiss, panting and turned my attention his ear where my
tongue probed that most sensitive area. Yusof groaned and tried to turn his
head away! I would not be dissuaded and traced my tongue in little circles
on his neck below his ear. He groans continued, more guttural and a tremor
passed through his body. I continued the tonguing and I urged a finger deep
into his hot cleft. My other hand sought his hard cock and I rotated my
enclosing fist over his large cock-head.
	Suddenly, he pushed me away, looked wildly into my eyes and sank to
his knees! In one movement he took my cock into his mouth and began to suck
me. The sensation of my cock encased deep in his hot mouth was electric. I
groaned and my hips involuntarily surged forward. His hands cupped my ass
as he pulled me in 'til his nose was buried in my cock-hairs.


	"Aahhhh!" escaped from my lips.
	He continued to suction-pummel my rigid cock in his fiery, moist,
sexy mouth. His large hands kneaded my ass cheeks until I was panting--his
hands tattooing a lascivious sensitivity to my tight hole. I was on the
verge of a cosmic explosion. I grasped his wrists, with effort pulled them
away from my ass and backed away from his delicious mouth.
	Breathlessly I said, "Let's go to the bed . . . . I'm close to
cuming!"
	Hearing that he tried to imprison my cock in his mouth again. I
avoided him and stood, dripping in the middle of the bathroom. He stood up,
eyes glazed, and cock erect and bobbing. I turned and walked to the bed. I
was about to turn when I felt his hands gripping my cheeks and spreading
them! "I was wrong!" I thought, "He's reverting to type."


	I had read that virtually all Pakistani men, forbidden to partake
in the pleasures of women outside of marriage, frequently find release in
anal intercourse--particularly with young boys. I was hardly a young boy!
Apparently for them fucking a guy's ass did not hold the same onus an did a
woman's pussy! I guess a hole is a hole. This predilection is not the
province of the unmarried, but practiced by married men on a regular basis,
as well. Strangely enough gay sexual practice is anathema in Pakistan! No
Pakistani man would ever admit to buggery! How they reconcile practice and
social code is beyond me! The catamites who found this practice pleasurable
would later shave their facial hair as a badge of their pleasure and
desire. Frankly, I do not remember seeing today a man who did not support a
mustache and/or beard. I did not wear a mustache or a beard. Was this the
reason for Yusof's initial behavior?
	But, I was not going to become anyone's vessel! About to turn and
ask him to leave in renewed anger, I felt his hot probing tongue in my ass
crack--searching for my puckered button.


	"Arghhh!" exploded from my mouth as I bent over the bed to allow
him unimpeded access. His tongue lapping my hole was as arousing as his
mouth had been sucking my cock! His pointed tongue licked, circled and
probed creating delicious sensations which were multiplied by the hair of
his mustache rubbing against that most sensitive area. Tremors raced
through my body. I luxuriated in the incredible feeling feeling that
Yusof's tongue imparted. I was being reduced to a quivering, moaning mass!
	Pulling away, I laid on the bed inviting him with my eyes to join
me. Yusof crawled onto the bed, his partially limp cock and pendulous balls
hanging low and swaying between his legs--an incredible view! He again
approached my suck-hardened cock, standing pole-like. I maneuvered so that
we both faced the other's cock--the classic soixante-neuf! As I had
mentioned, Yusof's cock was bigger than average, maybe three-quarters of an
inch longer than mine, substantial in girth, perfectly proportioned with a
flaring mushroom head. As all Muslims, he was circumcised. Its shaft was
relatively smooth and the cock-head was now bulbous and reddened. I slipped
this head past my lips as he mouthed my cock again. I luxuriated in its
feel and my tongue traced its outline in my mouth.
	"Mmmm,"Yusof groaned and continued his sucking with renewed vigor.
	My lips slid down his shaft 'til nearly all his cock was in my
mouth. It was prodigious. I could accommodate nearly all of it. I began the
slow in and out movement on that hard thing, relishing the sensation it
created in my mouth. I slipped my hand between his legs and he accommodated
my searching by lifting his leg. My finger sought and found his puckered
hole. Like his pubes, Yusof also shaved his ass. I felt short stubble
there. I drug my fingernail lightly over this button.
	Again, "Mmmm,"Yusof groaned.
	I deposited a dollop of saliva on my finger and returned to my
task. I circled that place and, centering on its closed opening, I applied
pressure. The tightly closed muscle gave way and my finger slipped in to
the first knuckle.
	"Arghhh," Yusof vocalized as he released my cock and looked
down. He saw my mouth around his cock as I returned his gaze.
	I inserted my finger further, slowly, rotating it as I entered. I
could feel his sphincter spasm around my finger. Pushing my finger all the
way in, I flexed it, searching for the inner button, finding it, I gently
massaged that incredible gland.
	"Allahmah," exploded, breathlessly from his throat. Then he turned
and swallowed my cock again.
	I begin to finger-fuck his hole in rhythm to my sucking
mouth. Within a moment, I felt a finger pressured against my wet hole. I
spread my legs a bit and felt one of his long fingers slide up my ass! It
was delicious--sucking and finger-fucking in concert. We maintained that
position and action for long minutes. Again I sensed I was reaching the
pinnacle of arousal. I wanted to prolong this pleasure a while longer. But,
I knew if I did I would explode in Yusof's mouth. I sensed the same with
him as well.
	I rolled away and rotated my body 'til we were face to face--cock
to cock. "Not yet," I breathed, "too soon. . . . "
	Yusof appeared surprised. "You want to stop?" he asked
incredulously.
	"No! I want this to last a bit longer. . . . You are a hot,
. . . really hot, man . . . I want to enjoy you longer!" He seemed a bit
incredulous, then I continued, "I think, Yusof, that you will find that
your sexual pleasure will be greater when you also give your partner
pleasure." He listened intently, it seemed. "When you sucked my cock, It
felt so fantasti to me, probablly less to you. When we both sucked each
other together--I think we both recieved more pleasure . . . " I could see
that he was understanding.


	The reticent Yusof smiled and again reached to fondle my cock. We
kissed deeply and passionately again. His tongue was as arousing in my
mouth as it was on the other areas of my body.
	Again, I pushed away, and urged Yusof to lay on his back. I sat up
and surveyed this beautiful and aggressive man. His eyes were locked on
mine as I traced with a finger his lips; then the large, dark aureolas with
their rigid center; down his flat stomach and stopped just above his
cock. I marveled how incredibly alluring and compelling the shaved pubes
appeared on this man. I reveled in the look of his considerable cock and
pendulous balls springing from that smooth area. One normally associates a
smooth pubes with a child, but the size of this man's cock and balls
mitigated any misunderstanding of age. This was a man!
	I parted his legs and knelt between them--another perspective of
this sexual animal. I cupped his low hanging balls and watched his cock
jerk. I slid a finger under his balls and reinserted into his hole.
	"Aahhhh," Yusof groaned, as broke the locked-gaze on my face and
closed his eyes. He obviously enjoyed this.
	Yusof drew his knees up until his feet were touching his buttocks
and splayed them. I was afforded a full, unimpeded view of his smooth,
shaved nether regions. It was astonishingly provocative. My cock sprang up
as I inserted my finger completely, and rolled his balls in my other
hand--such a soft, satiny sack, such intoxicating plums! The sight of his
hole bracketed by those naturally smooth, firm buns filled me with desire.
	"Yusof, I want to fuck you," I whispered quietly.
	He opened his sex-glazed eyes and focused on mine. He began to turn
over.
	"No, I want to take you this way!"
	"That's for a woman!" he spat out and completed his move!


	I was nonplused! Here this masculine Pakistani man who some time
before was so randy he wanted to fuck me without preamble. Now that I
wanted to fuck him, he readily acquiesced, but not on his back! Is there
any answer?
	The passive position that he now assumed was not entirely to my
liking. I preferred doggie style--if I could not have him on his back!
	"Bring your knees up!"
	He complied. His shoulders and head were on a pillow, but he raised
his ass by bring his knees up under him. I gently pushed his knees apart
and observed his pendulous ball sac swaying below his puckered hole. He had
surrendered, become completely resigned. But I wanted him a little less
submissive. I took some lube from my bag and circled his pursed button with
my finger. Slowly, I inserted my finger to a slight moan from Yusof. I
watched my finger disappear into his tight hole and drew it out part way,
only to reassert it. His moaning became louder as I massaged his prostate.
	He groaned. "Do you like that?"
	Yusof nodded his head, I repeated my quastion a bit more
insistantly, "Do you like that?"
	"Yessss," came the answer.
	Slowly I established a rhythm. Yusof began swaying his hips from
side to side, obviously relishing my finger. Not only am I a verbal
creature, I am also strongly visual. The sight of my finger fucking his ass
was a turn on. I loved seeing and hearing what sensations it caused. I
removed my finger and popped in my thumb.
	"Ahhh" He obviously found that exciting!
	"You like that, huh?" I asked.
	"Yessss," came the answer again, then an addition, "I like it."
	I rotated my thumb back and forth, pulled it out and thrust it back
in again!
	"Arghhh!" exploded from his lips as I continued playing with his
ass.
	My cock was insistently jerking up. I overlapped my middle finger
over the top of my index finger and carefully pushed it into his loosening
hole.
	Again, "Arghhh!" But this time Yusof lifted his head and shoulders
off the pillow--true doggie fashion. He pushed back against my two fingers
burying them in his ass.
	He threw his head back. "Aahhhh!"
	I reached between his legs and grasped his rigid cock with my lubed
hand--sliding it up and down the entire length of his shaft, and squeezing
the head. He began to rock his hips forward and backward and my fingers
fuck his ass deeply. I could stand no more. I withdrew my fingers and
loosed his cock. Gripping by burgeoning cock and positioned my cock-head at
his hole I asserted some pressure. Yusof tensed. My cock-head popped in and
the tight muscle griped my shaft just at the flaring. I held still--wanting
him to get used to this invasion.
	"Mmmmmm," he moaned and then pushed his ass back upon my cock. It
slipped half way in!
	"Aahhhh," he breathed and held still.
	Then slowly, I pushed in the rest of the way--'til my cock-hairs
were crushed against his shaved ass.
	"Oh, God!" I uttered, "That feels so nice! You are such a fuckin
hot man!"
	His breathing returned to normal. Slowly I withdrew my imprisoned
cock and then just as slowly slid it back up his hot, steamy hole. I began
a slow fuck, grasping his hips with my hand!
	"Ohhhh," punctuated each slow inward thrust! He began to meet my
inward thrusts with backward thrusts of his own--each one quicker and more
forceful than the last!
	"You like my cock in you?" I asked, breathlessly.
	"Oh, yes," came the simple reply.
	I could feel his suspended balls slap against mine as I drove
inward each time. I grasped his hips and met his thrusts with mine. We were
like a connected, pistoning machine--gathering speed.
	I again was approaching that plateau of primal, cosmic release.
	"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" then, "ARGHHH," and finally, "ALLAHMAH,"
exploded from Yusof. At the same time I could feel a galvanic spasming of
his ass. He had cum!
	"ARGHHH," escaped from my throat as the paroxysm of his ass
violently pushed me over the edge. I exploded deep in side him, filling his
gut with my hot, lustral fluid.


	We collapse on the bed, me on top and still embedded in his
quivering ass. I reached beneath his belly, feeling his sticky cum and
quaking cock! Sweaty we panted! Slowly our breathing retuned to
normal. Slowly I withdrew my softening cock and lay beside Yusof! His eyes
were wide and lustrous in the afterglow of that elemental release.
	He focused, seeing my smiling face, he too smiled.
	His smile broadened and he stated, "That was . . . . the first time
. . . . " He appeared confused.
	"First time, what?" I asked. "The first time that you've been
fucked?"
	"No," he smiled broadly, "First time I cum without touching my
cock!"
	Yusof had experienced a spontaneous orgasm! I envied him in way. In
my meager same-sex experience that had never happened to me.
	We embraced, snuggled together and drifted into rosy slumber.


	We awoke to the dimming of the day--first me, then Yusof. As he
opened his eyes and saw me, he smiled. I bent over and kissed him
lightly. He reached and held my face prolonging the kiss a bit longer. We
stretched and sat up. I turned to him.
	"Would you like to take dinner with me?" I inquired.
	"Yes," came the answer from this taciturn man.
	"We should shower first," I admitted.
	"Yes."
	We walked into the bathroom, I adjusted the shower.
	"Ready?" I asked.
	"You first," he stated.
	"You don't want to shower with me?" I questioned.
	"Yes, but if I do we will not eat!"
	No questioning simple logic! I showered quickly as Yusof watched,
interestedly. Then he stepped in after I had finished and cleansed his
body. We dressed quietly and went downstairs to the restaurant.
	We were seated in an alcove away from the other diners. I ordered
lamb in yogurt, while Yusof chose chicken tikka--the accompaniments were
several kinds of spicy chutneys, nan, rice, and lasse. It was delicious and
we ate ravenously. Chatting in between mouthfuls of savory food, I found
that Yusof was thirty-one, married, with two children and had worked for
the ministry since he was twenty. He had obtained the position through an
uncle.
	Coffee was ordered--that aromatic Pakistani type that was so
delicious. Sipping my steaming coffee, I asked, "Yusof, do you mind if I
ask you a personal question?"
	Glancing around, seeing we were relatively isolated, he answered,
seriously, "No."
	"How long have you been . . . . having relations . . . . um
. . . with men?"
	He thought briefly, and answered, "Since I was thirteen."
	"Thirteen?"
	"Yes, the first one was an older cousin." he volunteered.
	"How much older?" I inquired.
	"He was twenty-eight."


	It made sense. The literature that I had read stated that in
Pakistan, the first sexual experience of a young man or boy is frequently
with an older family member of the same sex--frequently an uncle, even a
brother. There, apparently, is no consideration of incest. It seems to be a
right of passage more than anything else. When the young man passes puberty
and sports body hair--pubic hair and a mustache--he generally is no longer
considered a suitable recipient of such incursions.


	"Did it bother you?" I asked.
	"What?" he asked, somewhat surprised.
	"The act . . . . being fucked the first time!"
	"No. It hurt the first time, but I got used to it," he answered
simply.
	"Did you enjoy it?" I probbed.
	He merely shrugged his shoulders. I detected no emotional trauma or
remorse. He approached it as something that just happens here. Nothing to
worry about!
	One final question, "Did you enjoy it this afternoon?"
	His eyes quickly locked on mine and he answered simply, "Yes."
	We finished the coffee and chatted amiably for a few minutes
more. Then I signed the bill and we left the dining room.
	In the lobby Yusof inquired, "Will you be wanting me tomorrow,
Sir?"
	"I want you tonight," I replied in a low voice and a smile.
	He returned the smile, "Thank you, I would like that, but I need to
get home to my family."
	"Yes, of course. Tomorrow then? I would like to see the Shalimar
Bagh in the morning."
	"We should leave early, then. Would 8:00 be too early for you,
Sir?"
	"Sir?" I said soto voce, then in my regular tone, "No, Yusof that
would be fine. 8:00 then!"
	"Good night, Sir," he said with a glint and shook my hand, giving
it a knowing squeeze.
	"Good night, Yusof."
	Turning, I went upstairs wondering what the morrow would bring.


-- Thursday --

	Yusof picked me up promptly at eight and we drove through the light
morning traffic to the outskirts of the town and the famous gardens of Shah
Jahan, the Shalimar Bagh It was impressive. The engineering was
astounding. We spent two hours walking about, savoring the gardens. We
drove back at 11:00 and ate lunch at a small, but fine restaurant.
	"Is there something you want to see this afternoon?" Yusof asked.
	With a knowing wink, I said, "Yes!"
	"And what might that be, Sir?" Yusof asked with a mocking grin.
	"I can only tell you in my room."


	Without another word, each knowing what the other desired, we drove
back to the hotel and went straight to my room. Without preamble we
undressed and embraced. We were both erect. We fell on the bed, maneuvered
ourselves and I soon had his cock in my mouth and mine in his. I can't tell
you how the sight of that big shaved cock and balls effected me. I was
ravenous for it! I had positioned myself over his cock, after a few
preliminary insertions I opened my mouth wide and lowered my head feeling
that cock filling my mouth until I had swallowed the whole thing.
	"Aahhhh," escaped from Yusof's cock filled mouth.
	I clamped my lips around the base and when the gagging sensation
ceased I began to bob up and down. My hand fondled his heavy ball-sack at
the same time. I basked in the feeling of that big cock sliding in and out
my mouth--its shaft slick with my saliva. I spent seconds circling the
bulbous head with my tongue while it was still in my mouth.
	Yusof moved from sucking my cock to licking my balls.
	"Ohhhh," I moaned as his tongue laved my sensitive sack. Then his
tongue migrated to my puckered, but already quaking hole. I anticipated the
marvelous sensations that I had experienced the day before and humped by
back--allowing him unobstructed access. His tongue darted about the outer
surface and then began to penetrate my tight hole. The feelings were
indescribably delicious.
	"Ohhhh," I moaned again as his tongue invaded my muscled hole. I
increased the rhythm of my bobbing head on his cock--pools of saliva formed
around the base of his smoothly shaved cock. I could feel him spread my
hole wider with his thumbs, exposing the tender, pink interior, and then he
stabbed way in with his hot tongue!
	"Arghhh!: exploded from my mouth.
	Suddenly, the desire to have more of this wonderful man enveloped
and consumed me like a revelation. I lifted of his cock, spun around so
that my face was above his and my knees bracketing his hips. "I want you,"
I breather, hoarsely.
	"What?" he queried, not yet comprehending.
	"I want to feel your cock inside me!"
	A smile spread across his face. He attempted to move out from under
me. "No!" I stated flatly, "Stay where you are! I want to sit on your cock
first . . . . you are so big . . . . I want to get used to it . . . . at my
pace!"


	He understood, smiled again, kissed me deeply and laid
back. Yusof's kisses were probbing and completely uninhibited. It was
interesting how this masculine Pakistani kissed with abandon. An action
that most Asian men find a bit too intimate for same-sex encounters. Yet,
he found the missionary position with another man demeaning! Curious!
	I reached for the lubricant, anointed my fingers and inserted first
one, then two up my ass in preparation for this wonderful invasion. I
slathered a copious amount over his rigid cock between my thighs, raised up
and forward, grasped his cock and maneuvered myself until it came in
contact with my lubed hole. All the time Yusof never took his eyes of me
and the beautiful smile continued to suffuse his face.


	I bore down, taking deep cleansing breaths until the head popped
past the muscled gate.
	"Ahhhhh!" exploded from my mouth as I fought to relax and
accommodate this great thing.
	"Ahhh!" burst simultaneously from Yusof's mouth at the pleasure of
the entry.
	Seconds later I sat a bit further down, feeling some of that hard
shaft sliding past my sphincter. Then again, I bore down! After the initial
penetration, I had been able to relax somewhat. Finally, I was able to sit
all the way down. Involuntarily my ass muscle spasmed around the base of
the prodigious shaft. It caused Yusof's eyes to widen and his mouth to
slack open.
	"What are you doing?" he asked, breathlessly.
	"I don't know," I honestly answered. I then, voluntarily, flexed my
muscled hole.
	"That!"
	"You like that?"
	"Yesss! It's . . . . it feels so good."
	"You feel good!" I stated, and began to move up and down that pole!


	As I did, the feeling of being completely stuffed began to be
replaced with a feeling so pleasurable, that I wished it would not stop! I
increased the speed of my movement.
	Yusof closed his eyes and began to moan. Soon I detected that his
buttocks were flexing in mini-thrusts as he met mine with his. Slowly I
fucked his cock with my ass until we both began to moan uncontrollably.
	I lifted off this source of immeasurable pleasure, crawled off the
bed, reached for Yusof's hand and pulled him into a standing position in
front of me. I grasped his rigid pole, turned around, bent slightly,
positioned the head, and backed onto his cock!
	"Ahhh!" escaped from my mouth as I was re-invaded--this time the
pleasure of the insertion was a thousand times more pleasurable!
	Yusof grasped my hips. I braced for a massive and forceful
penetration. Not so! Slowly he began to fuck me, groaning and gasping with
each push. His obvious and vocal delight fueled my own passion. His speed
increased as did the depth of his thrusts. Soon I was being pistoned by
this wonderful machine. Suddenly, he reached around and took my cock and
began to manipulate it in concert with his penetrations.
	" Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," exploded from our mouths as if in a well
rehearsed duet.
	"I'm about to cum," I breathed.
	Yusof slammed into me, once, twice three times . . . .
	"ARGHHH!" from me as copious amounts of pearly fluid ejected from
my cock, spattering on the floor.
	 "ALLAHMAH!" from Yusof as I felt his cock swell and spasm as his
hot cum flooded me. He held me tightly and we fell back onto the bed. His
cock, yet hard, was still inside me.
	"I have never come like that before!" the normally taciturn Yusof
whispered. "You took me to Paradise!"
	I turned my head so I could see his face, "That's what happens when
you GIVE pleasure. Taking YOUR pleasure is never so nice."
	He thought for a moment, turning over in his mind what I had
implied. "Yes, you are right." Then he said, "Will you stay in Lahore
. . . . Please!" He kissed me gently as his hands caressed my sweaty body.
	"And what would happen if I did?"
	"We would make love every day!"
	"You mean become lovers?"
	"Yes!"
	"And if I could, what would your family and friends think or say?
It would be impossible . . . . much as I would like it."
	His face clouded, a single tear rolled down his beautiful
cheek. "Yes, you are right. . . . " Tears now cascaded down his cheeks.
	I pulled of his pinioning pole, turn and enfolded him in my
arms. Here a man, typically a masculine Pakistani who had been acculturated
to be the sexual aggressor, macho, taking what pleased him--he was but a
wonderful human being exposing his very self to me. I shall miss him!

-- Friday --

	Yusof met me in the lobby after breakfast. My plane was to depart
at 3:00.
	"Can we go to your room?"he asked quietly, then added, "One more
time?"
	"Yes." came my reply.
	Upon entering, we quickly stripped and fell into a passionate,
insistant embrace. We manuevered to the bed and fell upon it. Our passion
mounted and was seemingly boundless.
	"Can I fuck you?" Yusof asked with quiet, breathless passion.
	"Yes," I answered then asked, "Can I fuck you too?"
	"Yes."


	I purposely lay on my back. I placed a pillow under my hips and
drew my knees up. Yusof carefully entered me and began that erotic pas de
deux. My legs encircles his waist and clasped him. I pulled his face to
mine and we kissed, long and passionately as his adamantine cocked slid in
and out of my eroticized ass. After some minutes Yusof withdrew. He lifted
me from my prone position and manuevered himself onto his back, assuming
the posture that I had originally held. His eyes hooded, he pulled me into
position. I carefully lubed his exposed hole and slid first one finger into
it and then the second. After a short time Yusof grasped my shoulders and
pulled me into position. Carefully, I entered his hot love tunnel, and
after a time I began to quietly fuck him. He too, wrapped his muscular legs
about my waist and drew me closer. He reached up, grasped my face and drew
me down to his desirable mouth and we kissed long and probing.
	Elemental groans issued from deep inside his being as I plumbed his
erotic depths. After some minutes I withdrew and lay beside him, we
embraced and held each other 'til our raging cocks became soft an pliant.
	Tears welled in Yusof's eyes, he reached over and gently placed a
brief kiss on my lips. Then he got up, took my hand and led me to the
shower where we cleansed each other.
	All this without a single spoken word!
	It was one of the most sensual experiences that I have ever had.


	On the way to the airport, we exchanged addresses and he passed to
me a small paper bag. At the entry to the immigration we shook hands warmly
and both of our eyes misted a bit.
	I did not open the contents of the bag 'til I was seated in the
plane. It contained a small silver frame with a color photograph of Yusof
and some writing. It was in Arabic and I could not decipher it. Later I was
to find that he had written, "You have taught me much and for that I love
you, Yusof."