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Subject: A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN – PART 17 A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN – PART 17 Sunday afternoon [After a morning of being fucked by several guys while cruising in a secluded area next to a public park, Arif had another surprise awaiting me for the afternoon.] 27 ‘Do you like massage?’ asked Arif. ‘Yes, I do enjoy a good massage,’ I replied. ‘I have had many excellent ones in Asian countries, particularly’. ‘I am taking us now to be massaged by two Afghan men here’, said Arif. ‘I have arranged a 90 minute oil and soap massage for both of us. It is very good and very relaxing and you will like it.’ I wondered, as always, what I was really in for. Arif was always full of surprises, but I was ready and up for anything he suggested after 5 event-filled and wildly enjoyable days there. We drove for about 20 minutes and came to a row of shops on a relatively quiet street. Most of the shops seemed to be closed or empty. Ugly roller shutters covered the doorways in most cases. The area looked quite rundown. We parked outside a shop with an old ‘Massage’ sign blinking in yellow neon with one of the S’s not working. Some children appeared from nowhere and Arif paid them to look after the car. Then we went into the massage parlour. The small office was barely furnished with just a high counter, two seats and some tattered magazines on a low table. Also on the table was a flowering blue and white orchid in a small pot. There was no-one at the counter when we entered but a door opened soon afterwards and a quite handsome young Pakistani man came in and greeted us. Arif spoke to him in Urdu and the guy asked us to sit. He went back out through the same door which he closed after him. After five minutes, he appeared again and indicated that we should follow him. We walked down a short passageway and he opened two doors into small dressing rooms and indicated the towels on the benches. Then he left us while we changed. I hung my clothes on the hooks provided, wrapped the towel around me and sat down on a bench to wait. Within a couple of minutes I heard the sound of sandals slapping on the floor as someone approached. There was a knock on the door and the same young man asked me to follow him. He knocked on Arif’s door too and he joined us wearing his towel. A few doors down, he knocked and a voice called out from inside. The young guy smiled at us and opened the door. Inside was a sizeable wet room with grey sheeting covering the walls almost up to the ceiling. The floor was tiled in grey as well. Side by side in the room were two white stone massage tables the length of a man’s body. The room had that characteristic smell of a damp massage room with the mixed aroma of perfumed oils and soap. Overhead was a double-tubed fluorescent light as well as a rotating fan lazily turning on a low setting. The temperature was quite comfortable, neither hot nor cold. Another door opened and two middle-aged men came in with a number of folded towels and shook hands. They spoke to Arif in Urdu and all three of them behaved in an easy manner that indicated Arif knew them ankara escort bayan already. The guys were each about 50 or maybe even more. They wore only loose thin material white pants which covered them down to their knees, a white turban-like head covering and sandals and they were both lean and in good shape. One of them had quite a large healed scar over his left rib area. Both were very hairy. One of them had a black thick beard with a few streaks of grey in it and the other had a bushier, brown beard. Their most striking features were their intense eyes, lighter in colour to Pakistani men. ‘Gul’, said the black-bearded guy, pointing to himself. ‘Noor’, he said, indicating the brown-bearded one. Gul indicated I should get up onto the massage table. As I attempted to do so with my towel still on, he pulled at my towel and I realized he was suggesting I take it off. I handed him the towel and laid down on the table on my back as instructed. I noticed that Arif, also naked, was on his massage table also on his back. There was the sound of hoses and containers being filled. Then Gul stood over me and with a huge splash upended a large white bucket with warm water all over me. Noor did the same to Arif. They repeated the process and then using a hose they sprayed us both down as well. Gul produced large soapy sponges and started rubbing them all over my body, starting at my chest and working his way down to my feet. The suds felt wonderfully cleansing. He did this for a few minutes and then got me to turn over onto my stomach and repeated the warm water dousing and soap lathering process from the back of my neck down to my toes. He got me to turn over again onto my back and picked up a soapy cloth and washed my face with it and rubbed it over my hair, lifting my head with one hand to soap my hair at the back. It all felt wonderful. Arif was undergoing the same process and was lying there with his eyes closed, smiling with apparent pleasure. Gul got me to stand up and sprayed me with the hose with a strong pressure. The water was quite warm and he got me to turn around bit by bit until he had washed all the soap off my body. He then wrapped me in my towel and rubbed my upper torso with it fiercely and wrapped it around me. He took me through to a sauna room that was very hot. Arif joined me there moments later. ‘What do you think?’ he said. ‘I’m really enjoying it’, I replied. ‘You like the masseurs?’ he asked. ‘Very handsome’, I said. He nodded in agreement. The sauna heat was quite oppressive and just as I felt I needed to get out of there, Noor arrived and indicated we should follow him. My skin had produced beads of sweat that were starting to run down my chest. He took us back into the massage room and told us to remove our towels. He got us to lie on the tables again on our backs. Gul picked up a large plastic bottle and squeezed some of the contents on to my chest. It was a spicy and pleasant smelling oil which had also been warmed. Then he used his hands to spread it over every inch of my body, adding more oil as needed until I was eryaman escort covered in it head to toe. He even covered my cock and balls with it with his hands. His touch felt just business- like, not sexual, but I had never had a masseur do that before. Usually they at least put a cloth over that area and avoided touching it. Then for the next fifteen minutes or so, he expertly massaged me. I could almost have gone to sleep, it was that good. I heard Arif sigh gently at one stage from the second table. Then Gul indicated I should turn over and he repeated the process on my back, covering me in oil and massaging me. He moved around the table working my body expertly with his hands. When he stood at the head of the table bending over and massaging from my neck and shoulders and down over my back to my behind, I was aware of my face coming into contact with his now wet pants. It was rather arousing. He massaged my ass cheeks and then I felt him sliding his fingers down between them. He made contact with my asshole and balls a few times that seemed innocent enough but then his finger seemed to hook just into the hole and quickly out again. It was kind of exciting. Then he did it again only deeper and lingered slightly this time. I made sure that the next time his pants came into contact with my face that I pushed my face closer into them. Each time I did that, it felt like something was a little harder behind it. The next time his finger went into my hole, I looked up at him. ‘Like?’ he said. I nodded and he kept his finger in there, exploring deeper. I leaned forward and used my tongue on his pants. Something was definitely bigger in there! I looked across at Arif, and he was watching what was happening to me and smiled. I smiled back and noticed that Noor had stopped massaging him and was watching Gul and me intently. Gul undid the string holding his pants up and let them fall to the floor. He leaned forward and my face was suddenly buried in his plentiful pubic hair. His finger was exploring my hole quite deeply. I lifted my head and licked the big head on his hard cock. He lifted his cock up and put it into my mouth. It was quite thick and about 8 and a half inches long. I started sucking it. There was a nice taste of pre-cum. He pulled his finger out of my ass and reached under my chest and squeezed my nipples. While he was doing that, I suddenly felt a finger go into my asshole. It was Noor. He started finger-fucking me steadily while I kept sucking Gul’s cock. When I looked at Arif again, he was sitting up on his table, watching and stroking his now hard cock. Gul looked down at me with those smoulderingly sexy eyes. ‘Fuck?’ he said. I nodded and I felt Noor’s cock immediately sliding up my hole easily with the oil as lubricant. I hadn’t seen his cock so I had no idea how big it was as it was going in. When I could feel his pubic hair and balls against the hole, it felt like about seven and a half inches to me and nicely thick. I could also tell that it had a big head on it and it was very hard and very hot. I kept on etlik escort sucking Gul while Noor fucked me and after about 5 minutes, he started fucking quite hard, his balls slapping against my ass. I could hear him breathing heavily and then his cock was jerking strongly inside me. He was emptying his balls into me and it felt great. Gul spoke to me again. ‘Piss?’ he said. It’s not something that turns me on, especially, but I had no problem with it. I had done it with guys before when they requested it and I was curious to see what Gul and Noor would do. I nodded and assumed my mouth was about to be filled. Instead, I suddenly felt the pressure of my ass being filled with liquid. Noor was pissing in my ass! He loaded it up with quite a bit and then pulled out and pissed up my back to between my shoulder blades. At the same time, my mouthsuddenly filled with Gul’s piss. I let it run out of my mouth rather than swallowing. Apart from a strong saltiness, there was no other taste. He filled my mouth again and then pulled his cock out of my mouth and pissed on my face and over the top of my head, meeting Noor’s piss stream on my back. Noor stopped pissing and Gul indicated I should turn over onto my back. He and Noor changed places, Noor coming to the head of the table. He lifted my legs back and Gul, at the bottom end of the table, pulled me down to the edge and stuck his big cock into me right up to his balls and started fucking steadily. His cock also had a big head and was going in a long way. He stared at me deeply as he fucked silently. It didn’t take him long to shoot his cum into me and it felt like a big load, too. He pulled out and spoke to Arif, who came over and fucked me, too, cumming deep and hot inside me. He didn’t pull out and, looking intently at me, I could feel he was starting to piss inside me, too. He pissed until it exploded out of me around his cock. He pulled out and pissed up my body to my face. I opened my mouth and when he filled it, he finished his piss on my cock and balls. Gul then filled a big container with warm water and splashed it all over me. He filled another container with water and some detergent and scrubbed my body with a sponge, getting the oil off easily. He turned me over and did my back. He got me to stand up and bend over. He inserted a small plastic syringe filled with soapy water into my ass to wash out the cum and piss. Then he poured more warm water over me. Meanwhile Noor had been washing the oil off Arif, too. Gul handed me some hair shampoo and I lathered it in and he poured more water over me and then hosed me down. I don’t think I’d ever felt so clean! After drying me with towels, Gul embraced me in a big bear hug. He really was a very attractive man. I’d never forget those eyes and the way they studied me so intensely while he was fucking me. We said goodbye and went out to the car. I was surprised that no payment had been requested. ‘I paid online’, said Arif. ‘It is my gift to you’. We drove back to my hotel and Arif said he would pick me up next day at 11am. ‘Our last day tomorrow’, he said, looking sad. ‘I will make it very special, I promise’. Then he drove off. To be continued…. Comments welcome at ail. 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