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if dad like itIf Dad Likes It”Hey, great news, Mumtaz, remember I’ve told you about my friend Zafar, whomoved to Dubai?” said my father to my mother after putting down thephone. “Well, he’s coming back to live here in Jamshoro!””Oh, that’s good for you, Tahir, you always keep talking about him,” Momreplied.”Yes, and I invited him and his family to stay here with us while they lookfor a place of their own,” said dad, “and you can get to know them aswell.””Here?” Mom asked doubtfully, “Tahir, how could you invite them overwithout discussing it with me? How many are there in the family, and wherewill they all sleep?”I couldn’t help but agree with Mom. Although we did live in a home with areally huge wooded backyard, the house itself was small, with only onespare bedroom, where my grandparents would sometimes stay whenever theywere visiting. But dad appeared to be far too excited to concern himselfabout small details.”Just Zafar Jamal, his wife Shahida, and their three k**s”, dad repliedcheerfully, “And don’t worry, they’re really easy-going, no trouble at all.We’ll squeeze them all in.”Mom looked even more doubtful but agreed rather thoughtfully. “Hope theywon’t get too cramped and uncomfortable.”Dad was hugely excited all week before our guests’ arrival. He kept tellingme about them, particularly his friend Zafar, “Rohan, I’m sure you’re goingto enjoy their visit. Zafar and I have been friends from grade school tillhe left for a job in Dubai. His oldest son is older than you by a fewyears, and I’m sure he takes after his dad, he’ll be a good person.”When the Jamal family arrived in a few weeks, it quickly became apparentMom’s worries were over-rated. The entire family was really no trouble atall. Mr. and Mrs. Jamal took over the guestroom, with their younger eightyear old son, Bilal, sleeping in a sleeping bag in the corner and thelittle baby girl, Hawes, on a cot; only the older boy Matin, who was about17 years old at that time, bunked in in my room in another sleeping bag. Iwas 14 at that time and 17 seemed so grown up, and Matin was handsome witha nicely defined body, chiselled face with dark eyes and smooth black hair.Not only Matin, but his whole family was like that. All of them wereexceptionally good-looking and kept good care of their bodies. Not onlythat, they all were cheerful, generous and friendly. When the Jamal’s firstarrived, they showered us all with dozens of gifts they had bought fromDubai, ranging from new PS3 games for me, exciting Hollywood blockbusterson Blu-ray, and designer clothes for dad and mom.Having the older son, Matin, to stay with me in my room, became great funinstead of a bother. We became fast friends, almost as if I had known himfor ages. He knew dozens of jokes and made me laugh. He made me feelcomfortable, and not young and stupid. We both loved playing onlinemultiplayer video games, and Matin taught me tips and tricks to increase myscore and skills. He also secretly taught me driving on their stick shiftcar. What was truly amazing was that he made me feel that way despite thedifference in age. We were having so much fun all the time.I, in turn, showed the younger boy, Bilal, how to make model cars and gavehim my collection of comic books. The baby girl was adorable, and shegurgled and smiled toothlessly at anyone and everyone. Mom and ShahidaJamal enjoyed sightseeing, visiting neighbors and cooking meals together,and getting to know each other. Mrs. Jamal also took Mom shopping, fromtime to time, to trendy shops, and Mom started wearing colourful newdesigner dresses that she had never known how to choose before.The ümraniye escort only thing that bothered me day and night during that visit, were mygrowing feelings for Matin. He very soon became my obsession. He washandsome, muscular and worked out daily. I wanted to see his cock, I wantedto see his body, and I wanted to suck him, get fucked by him. I knew whatanal sex was (what f******n-year-old boy doesn’t?) and I knew that it wassomething that both straight and gay people practiced, but I had neverexperienced it. But I never dared to act out or say anything. Matin neverseemed interested in me that way. He seemed to treat me more like a friendor a younger brother.I was tantalised by glimpses of a thick cock under his shorts when heexercised, a huge bulge in his pyjamas when he woke up in the mornings withan erection. I never missed an opportunity to gawk at his muscular bodywith its taut nipples whenever he took off his shirt. Like all Pakistani’s,everyone modestly changed their clothes in privacy, so I never had thechance to see anything more of his body. Matin appeared oblivious of myfascination. We talked about everything else, but I was too much of acoward to reveal anything about my sexual interest in guys to him, and sothe days went by.Mr. Jamal, whom I soon started calling Uncle Zafar, was busy all day whileDad was at work, viewing suitable houses for themselves to live, or goingon job interviews. In the evenings, Dad and Uncle Zafar would slip onsweatpants or trakkies and t-shirt and go off jogging in ourneighborhood. They were both about 37-ish and in good shape. SometimesMatin and I would join them to go jogging or the gym. During the weekends,we would all go out together to the movies, or play badminton in our hugebackyard.One evening, just after my father and Uncle Zafar had already gone jogging,Matin wanted to go to the gym as well. Mom and Aunt Shahida had earlieralso gone to visit some friends, taking both k**s with them. I was feelingmore in the mood for playing a new game on the PS3, and demurred. Matintried to persuade me. “Come on, lazy-bones, a jog this lovely evening, andthen I’ll play the game with you. I know this game, and it has some toughspots!”But I still didn’t agree till he said, “Ok, just let’s take a quick jogthrough your backyard. We won’t go out into the neighborhood, ok?”Twilight had fallen and everything was almost dark. Matin and I joggedslowly, keeping an eye on our footing on the dirt path. Suddenly, Matinstopped. “Hey look!” “What?” “There a sort of light on in your gardenshed”. We were almost at the very edge of our property, and the shed, wherewe kept the lawn mowers, bags of gardening soil and other garden stuff, wascompletely isolated from the house. I looked where Matin wasindicating. There was a sort of dim flickering light, like a flashlight,visible from the shed’s single window.”It can’t be thieves!” I gasped, “There’s nothing to steal there.””No, probably some couple from the neighborhood, looking for a place tohave sex! That shed is so private.” Matin opined, “Also, see how the shadowoutlines on the window seems to show two people.”I squinted. It did seem like the just a frantic silhouette of two peopleclose to each other doing who-knows-what, but my feverish imaginationconjured up the image of two people kissing.”Let’s go see… Quietly now, don’t let them hear us coming!” he added,”Maybe we can see some boobs!”Matin and I crept cautiously towards the shed, excitement in ourhearts. “Wonder how pretty the girl is?” Martin whispered excitedly tome. I was far more interested in checking kadıköy escort out the size of the cock of theunknown guy, but didn’t let that appear in my face. We kept to the bushes,heads down, and reached the windowsill. We both slowly raised our headsover the level of the window. Luckily, there was a row of flowerpots on thesill, with the Frangipani plants in full bloom, and we could peek betweenthe lush green leaves.The unknown couple had placed their flashlight on a pile of full sacks ofsome sort, and their bodies were completely visible in the beam, but theupper portion of their bodies and heads were in shadows. I staredopen-mouthed at the sight. One figure was bent over, with ass arched out,clutching the wall for support, the other was behind, thrusting a thickdark cock, glistening in the light from the flashlight, as it see-sawed inand out of the first one’s behind.”Wait-a-minute!” I thought, “that’s a far too hairy ass and muscular thighsto belong to a girl…””The guy’s fucking another man, yes another man!” I realisedgleefully. Yes, both were definitely men, clothed in T-shirts pulled up totheir chests. I now saw that the guy in front had his trackkies pushed downto slightly above his knees, exposing his hard cock, which was prominentlyaroused and had its scarlet head fully exposed, and the full cheeks of hisass. The guy behind him had his trakkies pushed down all the way to hiscalves, revealing occasional glimpses of the thick base of his cockprotruding from his pubic hair, as his hips moved back and forth againsthis partner’s buttocks. The guy behind was hugging the one in front withone hairy arm around the other’s waist as their bodies moved together. Itdawned on me that I was watching the two men having full-on analintercourse – the guy behind actually had his cock inside the other man’sbutt and was pushing it in and out! I could hardly believe it: here it was- gay sex in all its glory, right in front of me!At first I was mesmerised by what I was looking at. The sight of a reallythick cock sliding back and forth between buttocks which were unmistakablymale (they were quite hairy and had a squat, muscular shape) was absolutelyfascinating. That such a large organ could enter an anus was alsoremarkable to me and I stared at it, absorbed by the thought of how deep itwas pushing into the other man’s body.They continued to writhe together, one man pushing his rear back againstthe other man’s grinding hips. Matin pressed near me. As my eyes grew moreand more accustomed to the dim lighting, I finally looked towards the facesof the two men who were fucking in our shed. Slowly realisation dawned onme. I was about to blurt out “DAD!! UNCLE ZAFAR!?’ when I felt a grip on myarm. It was Matin, and our eyes met. We both knew. He clamped his hand onmy mouth and tried to pull me away from the window in the backyard shed.I dug in my heels and turned my eyes back to the spectacle. I was less than5 feet away from the men, safely hidden outside under the windowsill,behind the flowerpots, crouching down and peering at this scene. UncleZafar vigorously and energetically thrust his cock in my dad’s ass whileDad kept on one-handedly masturbating to the rhythm of Uncle Zafar.Uncle Zafar smiled, embraced Dad tightly and turned his face towardshimself so they could meet lips. They kissed passionately and I had whatfelt like the biggest erection of my entire life. Uncle Zafar soon threwhis head back and moaned even more loudly. I could see their bodies moreand more clearly as they accidentally shifted slightly more into the beamof the flashlight, and the tuzla escort shadows cleared. I could now just easily discernDad’s facial expressions as the huge cock plunged down into his ass. One ofDad’s hands was alternately gripping Uncle Zafar’s buttocks behind him andpulling them down with each thrust and furiously jacked off his own cock,while the other propped up his body against the wooden wall of theshed. Both of them groaned with pleasure.I was still crouching down with wide eyes, when Matin turned his eyes awayup off his father’s sexcapade and looked directly at me. I froze, terrifiedthat Matin would again try to drag me away, but Matin simply nodded, thenresumed watching– but he edged nearer to me, maintaining body contact withme. Somehow I realized that Matin was now enjoying the sex scene too. Damnit, it wasn’t his father’s ass that was being pounded.Uncle Zafar started fucking my horny dad really fast, and playing with hisnipples with his right hand. Dad jerked his cock harder and harder andfinally groaned, “Cummming… Zafar… cumming.. now…” and I couldclearly see the white splashes actually spurting against the dark woodenshed walls.”Me too…love… me too” Uncle Zafar panted as he thrust real hard acouple more times, then froze, with his hips plastered to Dad’s hairybuttocks, so close that they seemed like one. Uncle Zafar’s legs trembledand shivered for a few seconds, and I knew he was shooting his loaddirectly into dad, deep breeding him.After a couple more moans and groans, Uncle Zafar backed out slowly. Iactually heard Uncle Zafar’s cock pop audibly out of Dad’s ass, as Dadmurmured, “I love you.”Matin and I had still a perfect view as Dad turned around and hugged UncleZafar, bodies grinding together. Uncle Zafar and Dad locked their lipstogether and held each other as they made out passionately. They kissed sobeautifully, moaning and feeling each other all over. Dad tilted his headback a little, reached behind him and took a paper towel or something froma packet to clean up Uncle Zafar’s still dripping cock. It was sosexy-looking. Uncle Zafar’s cock was now softening and wet. I was wishing Iwas in there to clean off Uncle’s thick tubular shiny cock. Dad tenderlycleaned and dried Uncle Zafar’s cock. He was a glazed mess. Dad grabbed afew more towels from the packet to wipe his and Uncle’s faces.Dad then knelt down and pulled his buddy’s sweats back up – nounderwear. They moved their mouths close together and they kissed so againso tenderly. They kissed and they stared at each other. Uncle Zafar sat ona convenient riding lawn mower, and dad precariously perched on his lap,facing him.Uncle Zafar began to kiss Dad’s face and cheeks passionately. After a whilethey both relaxed and as they sat there, they held hands. It was such abeautiful moment that only two men can share.”You will always be my real wife, Tahir…forever” Uncle said whilestroking Dad’s hair.”And you will always be my husband, husband of my heart and body…” Dadsaid in return, cuddling up like a teenaged girl in a movie, to UncleZafar.”Looks like the show’s over!” Matin hissed into my ear, “Let’s go beforethey come out.”Matin and I crept away and once we were out of earshot, started walkingsilently side by side. I was in total disbelief of what had eventuated thatday. I had just seen my own Dad being fucked by his best friend.I looked over to Matin, silently walking before me. Was that an erection Isaw in his sweats? Yeah! It was impossible to mistake the humongous tent inMatin’s lowers. He was as turned on as I, his penis bobbing ahead obscenelyas he walked. Maybe, no, SURELY I would get to be fucked by him afterall. I figured, “If dad likes it, I would too!”Part two. Coming soon…. After we got home…”Rohan, can I fuck you?” Matin asked with a gleam in his eyes. I kissed himand said, “Sure.”

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