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I am not a very cool looking guy. Just average with the average complexion that ppl in pakistan have. I am 5'6", with average looks. (GOD!!!! aint I average!).
Since, I have been a child I have been very interested in sex and indulged in masturbation at a very young age. My cousin introduced to the nuances of sex and girls. Very soon we became frank enough to jerk off together (in secret ofcourse) and then once he gave me a blow job (which I did not know to be a blow job then). I don't know why but very soon he changed and stopped meeting me. I was in a complete sex drive, which I am still in!!!, nad just coudnt resist not doing something sexy all the time. Masturbation soon began to seem too lonely a way to satisfy myself and I had to find someone to share it with. My cousin was in no mood to cooperate with me. Anyone who has lived in the typical joint family of a pakistani home will know how hard it is to do something with a girl, especially if you are from a home where the elders are too careful of everything you are doing. Everything has to be done inside the home.
I was so sexually tense that I started thinking of risky and weird ways to satisfy myself. We have a gatekeeper who is by origin from punjab and is unmarried. He claims to have nailed almost half the girls in his village. Once in the night I suspected seeing him taking a woman to his room. In the morning the next day, after everyone had left I went out and began chatting with him. Casually I asked him if he had brought some woman with him. He was a bit shy but since we were friendly he accepted and defended himself by telling me how hard it was to live an unmarried life; without a woman to satisfy him. I agreed and advised him to marry on his next trip home.
Now that he was in my grip to some extent I asked him to get me a girl too. Since I was alone in the house everyday from morning till late in the afternoon it was not difficult to arrange. He said that he would do so the day after tomorrow. The next night I jacked off almost thrice in welcome to the upcoming excitement. In the morning I found out that he had gone on a leave early in the morning to find a friend and would be back shortly. After everyone left I waited with much excitement. On the first bell I ran for the gate and opened to find him standing alone. He was pretty quiet and unsure. Once inside, he told me that he could not find the woman because their troop had been invited over by some landlord visiting the city. I was so mad at him I said,
"I could just fuck your ass at the moment. I am so worked up with excitement."
"I can understand...but you are the `malik' (owner) and can do as you like" he repled "but my ass will not be as satisfying as her cunt" he added.
For a second a I did not understand his meaning and added "Do you actually think I'm gonna bother with your ass."
"It is all your wish, I am ready if you want me!" was his casual and shocking reply.
In my anger, without knowing I asked him to get to his quarter. As he moved I followed him. Once there, I turned him around and asked him to get down and suck my cock. Obediently he undid my shorts and at the last minute I noticed that he was chewing beetle leaf (paan). I kicked him back and asked him wash his mouth. He returned quietly smiling and went down on my engorged member. As he sucked my 6" dick I felt very close to orgasm. He sensed something and moved his mouth to my balls while stroking my dick. I asked him to drink my cum but he declined giving weird moral reasons. I did not mind and under his expert ministrations blew my load on the floor few minutes later. Just after that I felt completely freaked out and left him there.
By evening I was fine and had accepted the fact that I had at last some way of releasing my tension. I did not care if it were a man. After all, girls were hard to find. Anyhow, I got into this routine with the allah wasaya. Whenever, I needed it he would suck me off and satisfy me. Each time he promised me that the next time it would be a pretty slut, but everytime there was some excuse. Soon I stopped caring who was blowing.
One day as he blew me and jacked his own dick (which was a literal monster!!! Almost 9") I noticed him fingering his ass hole. I asked him,
"Ghand main kyun khujli ho rahi hai" to which he smiled and replied,
"Yeh kuch intizar main hai!!"
I pulled him up and turned him around. I asked him to lubricate it with his spit. I bent him over his bed and with one stroke I entered him. He was in so much pain that he literally screamed out and almost fell while hanging from his ass over my dick. I could see the hair on the back his neck rising. I held the sides of his hips firmly and pulled him back up. He was trying his best to push me away but I just did not let go. I ordered him to keep quiet but it was as if he could not hear me.
I followed the only solution possible and started fucking him. His screams would vary with my strokes and at one point I notice a trickle of blood on my dick. I just did not care (im usually not such a brute). After a minut or so he quieted down and I was about to blow my load. I noticed he was pushing back with every stroke of mine. That turned me on so much that I blew my load. He waited patiently as I emptied my jism and then turned around to clean up my dick. Ofcourse he was also about to blow, sop for the first time I touched his dick and with just the touch he blew and laid back on the bed. I noticed that he could not walk properly for a few days. However, it has been more then a year since he left his job to go back to his village. U can guess how I am!!!
Anyhow, I would be delighted to hear from you ppl about my first attempt at writing a story of this type. Do mail me at: extreme_dementia@hotmail.com Any girl or guy wanting sex of any degree or type, can contact me. Also, anyone also interested in just chatting about experiences can add me with this address.