Fucking my best friend dad in Pakistan

I recently started reading these stories, and ever since, I've been itching to write my own true tales and share my experiences with others. Unfortunately, I've never had the appropriate opportunity. I'm from Pakistan and am in my late 20s. I'm bisexual and six feet tall. This is not my first sexual encounter, as I will soon describe. I want to start with this story for some reason. My name and the city I'm from will be changed, but everything else is true.  English is not my first language so please recommend if like or dislike anything.

I had another intercourse with a married straight or bi man, which made me really enjoy married men. I'll talk about that later. My friend and I have been having sex every day since we were 14 or 15 years old. By the time we were 17 and 18 it was normal for us. At the time, my friend's father was a university professor and was about 42 years old. He was charming and appeared much younger than his actual age. I was frightened of being found out, so I never considered having sex with him. 

My friend's family consit of his mom ,dad and his elder brother. His mom is a working woman as well. Only his father used to stay in the city during the summer because he had to teach summer classes at the university while the rest of them were always traveling to their village. Therefore, my family used to prepare meals for him, and I used to deliver food to his home. Despite the fact that we have known each other for years, we have only ever said hello to one another. 

I was delivering food for a few days, so I simply knocked on his home, gave him some food, and left. But one day, he asked me to come inside. I was surprised, but I figured he might need something, so I followed him into the living room. He sat on the sofa, and I was requested to join him. I chose to sit on the other side of him. I'm now growing anxious with each passing second. Although he is not frightening, I was curious as to what was going on. I questioned him, "Is there anything he needs help with" 

He said no, but he still wanted to speak with me about something crucial. I was perched on the sofa's edge. He began mentioning his son and my friend. He claimed to be aware of our daily activities in my friend's room. 

I was about to start crying because he'll tell my folks. He assured me that he would keep the information a secret, but he has known it since years ago. I was just looking at him when he suddenly exclaimed, "My son is away, and I thought you might be missing him," much to my surprise.  Since I don't have many pals, I responded that I do miss him.

I can be our friends if you like, he added. I really understood what he meant. I kept looking at him and noticed that he was at ease. He was dressed in a traditional trouser called a shalwar and a white western shirt. I responded, "Okay, that's fine," but because it was my first time in that circumstance, I had no idea what to anticipate from him. 

Then he asked whether you wanted to share the same friendship that you do with my son. I apologized and vowed never to let it happen again. Oh, don't be sorry, he added with a smile, "It's pretty common." 

I struggled between wanting to go and remain there. I could feel the heat in my ears and feel the blood rushing on my cheeks. 

He said that he would be willing to do that if I wanted a friendship with the same advantages.  I gave my OK. 

His semi-erect dick, which appeared enormous in his shalwar, was then visible when he came to sit next to me. 

He took me by the hands and led me into his room. There, he began to remove his vest and shalwar, and he motioned for me to follow suit. that I did.

His dick was enormous and considerably darker than the rest of his skin. My dick was impervious to me and I found myself in the midst of his room wondering what would happen next. He approached me, hugged me, and his entire body was sizzling hot. He must be at least eight inches tall and two feet thick. Without even asking, I take it. He covered my face and neck in kisses. I could feel his facial beard, which was driving me insane. He appeared to be really powerful and was in great form. He motioned for me to sit on his bed, and then he began sucking me.

I was able to sense everything while in a trance, and everything seemed to move extremely slowly to me at the moment. He was playing with my nipples while sucking me. I have hair. My upper body is not hairy, but my legs are.  I didn't want him to stop licking my belly button and underarms. Then he assisted me in adopting a dog stance while licking my booty hole so vigorously that my ass was quivering. I had the impression that I was dreaming. He didn't ask me to perform any tasks. He was assisting me in everything. I didn't care how big his dick was since I was so ready for it.  

I then assumed the position of a missionary as he kissed me on the neck and grinded his dick on my body. He raised my legs up high, spit on my hole, then applied it to his dick before slowly positioning his dick on my hole. I was prepared for his dick to utterly destroy me. I felt nothing as he penetrated my sick head. I'm not sure how to describe it, but his dick was like the Eiffel Tower despite having a large head. like an extremely thick root and getting thinner and thinner at the top.

He was so skilled at fucking that it appears that he knew exactly what he was doing and after a few pushes, he was inside of me. To my astonishment, I was pleading for more after he continuously fucked me for perhaps five to ten minutes while cumming deep inside of me. 

 when he asked me if I wanted to fuck him, I was shocked that I replied yes. Before telling me to enter, he himself arched his back, spit into his hole, and took one last sucking. He was quite tight as I tried to push in, but I ultimately managed to get inside. I was pressing my dick very clumsily and didn't want to cum quickly, but I was unable to control my dick and cummed inside of him. 

We slept in bed together for a short while, kissed, and enjoyed ourselves immensely because I was unable to grasp what had just happened.

We took a shower together, went our separate ways, and when I got home, I was glad I had messaged him to ask what time I should deliver his next dinner. He responded anytime I asked. 

We have repeatedly fucked each other. I sometimes get to fuck him and his son simultaneously. 

I still run across him whenever I go to Pakistan.

Please let me know if you want more real stories of myself.