Dadaji Ka Mota Loda 8211 Part I
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"Hey, great news, Mumtaz, remember I've told you about my friend Zafar, who
moved to Dubai?" said my father to my mother after putting down the
phone. "Well, he's coming back to live here in Jamshoro!"
"Oh, that's good for you, Tahir, you always keep talking about him," Mom
replied.
"Yes, and I invited him and his family to stay here with us while they look
for a place of their own," said dad, "and you can get to know them as
well."
"Here?" Mom asked doubtfully, "Tahir, how could you invite them over
without discussing it with me? How many are there in the family, and where
will they all sleep?"
I couldn't help but agree with Mom. Although we did live in a home with a
really huge wooded backyard, the house itself was small, with only one
spare bedroom, where my grandparents would sometimes stay whenever they
were visiting. But dad appeared to be far too excited to concern himself
about small details.
"Just Zafar Jamal, his wife Shahida, and their three k**s", dad replied
cheerfully, "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 they
won't get too cramped and uncomfortable."
Dad was hugely excited all week before our guests' arrival. He kept telling
me about them, particularly his friend Zafar, "Rohan, I'm sure you're going
to enjoy their visit. Zafar and I have been friends from grade school till
he left for a job in Dubai. His oldest son is older than you by a few
years, 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 apparent
Mom's worries were over-rated. The entire family was really no trouble at
all. Mr. and Mrs. Jamal took over the guestroom, with their younger eight
year old son, Bilal, sleeping in a sleeping bag in the corner and the
little baby girl, Hawes, on a cot; only the older boy Matin, who was about
17 years old at that time, bunked in in my room in another sleeping bag. I
was 14 at that time and 17 seemed so grown up, and Matin was handsome with
a 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 were
exceptionally good-looking and kept good care of their bodies. Not only
that, they all were cheerful, generous and friendly. When the Jamal's first
arrived, they showered us all with dozens of gifts they had bought from
Dubai, ranging from new PS3 games for me, exciting Hollywood blockbusters
on Blu-ray, and designer clothes for dad and mom.
Having the older son, Matin, to stay with me in my room, became great fun
instead of a bother. We became fast friends, almost as if I had known him
for ages. He knew dozens of jokes and made me laugh. He made me feel
comfortable, and not young and stupid. We both loved playing online
multiplayer video games, and Matin taught me tips and tricks to increase my
score and skills. He also secretly taught me driving on their stick shift
car. What was truly amazing was that he made me feel that way despite the
difference 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 gave
him my collection of comic books. The baby girl was adorable, and she
gurgled and smiled toothlessly at anyone and everyone. Mom and Shahida
Jamal enjoyed sightseeing, visiting neighbors and cooking meals together,
and getting to know each other. Mrs. Jamal also took Mom shopping, from
time to time, to trendy shops, and Mom started wearing colourful new
designer dresses that she had never known how to choose before.
The only thing that bothered me day and night during that visit, were my
growing feelings for Matin. He very soon became my obsession. He was
handsome, muscular and worked out daily. I wanted to see his cock, I wanted
to see his body, and I wanted to suck him, get fucked by him. I knew what
anal sex was (what f******n-year-old boy doesn't?) and I knew that it was
something that both straight and gay people practiced, but I had never
experienced it. But I never dared to act out or say anything. Matin never
seemed interested in me that way. He seemed to treat me more like a friend
or a younger brother.
I was tantalised by glimpses of a thick cock under his shorts when he
exercised, a huge bulge in his pyjamas when he woke up in the mornings with
an erection. I never missed an opportunity to gawk at his muscular body
with its taut nipples whenever he took off his shirt. Like all Pakistani's,
everyone modestly changed their clothes in privacy, so I never had the
chance to see anything more of his body. Matin appeared oblivious of my
fascination. We talked about everything else, but I was too much of a
coward to reveal anything about my sexual interest in guys to him, and so
the days went by.
Mr. Jamal, whom I soon started calling Uncle Zafar, was busy all day while
Dad was at work, viewing suitable houses for themselves to live, or going
on job interviews. In the evenings, Dad and Uncle Zafar would slip on
sweatpants or trakkies and t-shirt and go off jogging in our
neighborhood. They were both about 37-ish and in good shape. Sometimes
Matin 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 huge
backyard.
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 earlier
also gone to visit some friends, taking both k**s with them. I was feeling
more in the mood for playing a new game on the PS3, and demurred. Matin
tried to persuade me. "Come on, lazy-bones, a jog this lovely evening, and
then I'll play the game with you. I know this game, and it has some tough
spots!"
But I still didn't agree till he said, "Ok, just let's take a quick jog
through your backyard. We won't go out into the neighborhood, ok?"
Twilight had fallen and everything was almost dark. Matin and I jogged
slowly, keeping an eye on our footing on the dirt path. Suddenly, Matin
stopped. "Hey look!" "What?" "There a sort of light on in your garden
shed". We were almost at the very edge of our property, and the shed, where
we kept the lawn mowers, bags of gardening soil and other garden stuff, was
completely isolated from the house. I looked where Matin was
indicating. 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 to
have sex! That shed is so private." Matin opined, "Also, see how the shadow
outlines on the window seems to show two people."
I squinted. It did seem like the just a frantic silhouette of two people
close to each other doing who-knows-what, but my feverish imagination
conjured 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 our
hearts. "Wonder how pretty the girl is?" Martin whispered excitedly to
me. I was far more interested in checking out the size of the cock of the
unknown 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 heads
over the level of the window. Luckily, there was a row of flowerpots on the
sill, with the Frangipani plants in full bloom, and we could peek between
the lush green leaves.
The unknown couple had placed their flashlight on a pile of full sacks of
some sort, and their bodies were completely visible in the beam, but the
upper portion of their bodies and heads were in shadows. I stared
open-mouthed at the sight. One figure was bent over, with ass arched out,
clutching the wall for support, the other was behind, thrusting a thick
dark cock, glistening in the light from the flashlight, as it see-sawed in
and out of the first one's behind.
"Wait-a-minute!" I thought, "that's a far too hairy ass and muscular thighs
to belong to a girl..."
"The guy's fucking another man, yes another man!" I realised
gleefully. Yes, both were definitely men, clothed in T-shirts pulled up to
their chests. I now saw that the guy in front had his trackkies pushed down
to slightly above his knees, exposing his hard cock, which was prominently
aroused and had its scarlet head fully exposed, and the full cheeks of his
ass. The guy behind him had his trakkies pushed down all the way to his
calves, revealing occasional glimpses of the thick base of his cock
protruding from his pubic hair, as his hips moved back and forth against
his partner's buttocks. The guy behind was hugging the one in front with
one hairy arm around the other's waist as their bodies moved together. It
dawned on me that I was watching the two men having full-on anal
intercourse - the guy behind actually had his cock inside the other man's
butt 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 really
thick cock sliding back and forth between buttocks which were unmistakably
male (they were quite hairy and had a squat, muscular shape) was absolutely
fascinating. That such a large organ could enter an anus was also
remarkable to me and I stared at it, absorbed by the thought of how deep it
was pushing into the other man's body.
They continued to writhe together, one man pushing his rear back against
the other man's grinding hips. Matin pressed near me. As my eyes grew more
and more accustomed to the dim lighting, I finally looked towards the faces
of the two men who were fucking in our shed. Slowly realisation dawned on
me. I was about to blurt out "DAD!! UNCLE ZAFAR!?' when I felt a grip on my
arm. It was Matin, and our eyes met. We both knew. He clamped his hand on
my 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 than
5 feet away from the men, safely hidden outside under the windowsill,
behind the flowerpots, crouching down and peering at this scene. Uncle
Zafar vigorously and energetically thrust his cock in my dad's ass while
Dad kept on one-handedly masturbating to the rhythm of Uncle Zafar.
Uncle Zafar smiled, embraced Dad tightly and turned his face towards
himself so they could meet lips. They kissed passionately and I had what
felt like the biggest erection of my entire life. Uncle Zafar soon threw
his head back and moaned even more loudly. I could see their bodies more
and more clearly as they accidentally shifted slightly more into the beam
of the flashlight, and the shadows cleared. I could now just easily discern
Dad's facial expressions as the huge cock plunged down into his ass. One of
Dad's hands was alternately gripping Uncle Zafar's buttocks behind him and
pulling them down with each thrust and furiously jacked off his own cock,
while the other propped up his body against the wooden wall of the
shed. Both of them groaned with pleasure.
I was still crouching down with wide eyes, when Matin turned his eyes away
up off his father's sexcapade and looked directly at me. I froze, terrified
that Matin would again try to drag me away, but Matin simply nodded, then
resumed watching-- but he edged nearer to me, maintaining body contact with
me. Somehow I realized that Matin was now enjoying the sex scene too. Damn
it, it wasn't his father's ass that was being pounded.
Uncle Zafar started fucking my horny dad really fast, and playing with his
nipples with his right hand. Dad jerked his cock harder and harder and
finally groaned, "Cummming... Zafar... cumming.. now..." and I could
clearly see the white splashes actually spurting against the dark wooden
shed walls.
"Me too...love... me too" Uncle Zafar panted as he thrust real hard a
couple more times, then froze, with his hips plastered to Dad's hairy
buttocks, so close that they seemed like one. Uncle Zafar's legs trembled
and shivered for a few seconds, and I knew he was shooting his load
directly into dad, deep breeding him.
After a couple more moans and groans, Uncle Zafar backed out slowly. I
actually heard Uncle Zafar's cock pop audibly out of Dad's ass, as Dad
murmured, "I love you."
Matin and I had still a perfect view as Dad turned around and hugged Uncle
Zafar, bodies grinding together. Uncle Zafar and Dad locked their lips
together and held each other as they made out passionately. They kissed so
beautifully, moaning and feeling each other all over. Dad tilted his head
back a little, reached behind him and took a paper towel or something from
a packet to clean up Uncle Zafar's still dripping cock. It was so
sexy-looking. Uncle Zafar's cock was now softening and wet. I was wishing I
was in there to clean off Uncle's thick tubular shiny cock. Dad tenderly
cleaned and dried Uncle Zafar's cock. He was a glazed mess. Dad grabbed a
few more towels from the packet to wipe his and Uncle's faces.
Dad then knelt down and pulled his buddy's sweats back up - no
underwear. They moved their mouths close together and they kissed so again
so tenderly. They kissed and they stared at each other. Uncle Zafar sat on
a 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 while
they both relaxed and as they sat there, they held hands. It was such a
beautiful moment that only two men can share.
"You will always be my real wife, Tahir...forever" Uncle said while
stroking Dad's hair.
"And you will always be my husband, husband of my heart and body..." Dad
said in return, cuddling up like a teenaged girl in a movie, to Uncle
Zafar.
"Looks like the show's over!" Matin hissed into my ear, "Let's go before
they come out."
Matin and I crept away and once we were out of earshot, started walking
silently side by side. I was in total disbelief of what had eventuated that
day. 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 I
saw in his sweats? Yeah! It was impossible to mistake the humongous tent in
Matin's lowers. He was as turned on as I, his penis bobbing ahead obscenely
as he walked. Maybe, no, SURELY I would get to be fucked by him after
all. 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 him
and said, "Sure."
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