X-RATED EID

DAY 0
It never fails to amaze me the idiosyncrasies of our group. We are truly a queer lot, but mind you, not that ‘queer’. Fasting for just a month gave us the license to bloat and brag. It seemed we had done our countrymen a damn big favour by refraining from eating and drinking for this time period. And I’m afraid that’s all we did. Trying to restrain from ogling, back biting, mocking, passing remarks replete with sexual innuendos are just some of the ‘splendid’ things firmly ingrained in our psyche that we can’t seem to let go even for a month and that also for our Creator. May God have mercy on our stinking souls.

The Chand Raat which wasn’t supposed to be one, we were Iftaring out at Pizza Hut, and as usual checking out the babes. We were bad as it is, but they were just as bad. Here they are, presumably fasting and as such should have the sense to at least give a semblance of modesty. But fashion apparently rates higher on their list of ‘Divine’ priorities. And so their they were, in all their glory, stupendously careful not to let even a small curve of their body go without voracious accentuation by their scanty clothing or go unnoticed by the males’ ‘allegedly’ vexing eyes. There’s a phrase we males usually use to comment on such a female .i.e, “kapre pehen ker silwaye hain” (got the clothes stitched while wearing them). In fact I’ve come to know even females use it for their counterparts. Way to go!
Yeah I know. All this does not give us the license to lust and judge. These are truly deplorable times for the Ummah where one gender tries to outdo the other at licentiousness. if even the sanctity of the Holy Ramadan doesn’t diminish our ravenous appetite for dirty talk(and ‘higher’ deeds for the ‘liberal being), what will? So back we come to the same hackneyed stuff that men are a highly arousable animal who get the bonner at the slightest provocation and women enjoy being the cause of this effect.
So after spoiling what was going to be the last ‘Roza’ and filling our sinful appetites to the brim literally as well as figuratively, we went to Sahir’s house to decide upon the future line of action for the remaining night. Chances of Eid the next day were slim as were Pakistan’s chances of getting home against the Indians on their home soil and that also against a daunting target of 292. Miraculously, both managed to happen.
We were still contemplating when about 9 pm it was suddenly announced that tomorrow was going to be Eid. Suddenly everyone sprung into action. Naushad and Bashir immediately got interested in sex and wanted to rent , yeah get this: 10 X-rated cds each! Talk about being desperate. It seemed that they had been caged somewhere with their dicks sealed with Samad bond rather than observing the holy month of Ramadan. There wasn’t the slightest improvement in their ability to curb their desires. Obviously, this blessed month didn’t have the effect God intended to have. I’m afraid the same goes for me as well as the rest of the bunch. For me I guess it was the mob mentality taking over or in other words; peer pressure. Come to think of it, I don’t think I would even be a virgin all these years had it not been for the others to be the same.
I had to get my stuff back from Bashir, so I went along with them to their Shoiab ‘bhai’ who’s their supplier. True to their word, both of them loaded themselves with 10 each. Naushad was just itching to see them so much so he had asked me casually whether he could miss the Eid prayer since they were not Fard (obligatory). I could only gawk at him. Here’s this guy who has worshipped pretty sincerely throughout the holy month, and when it’s time to put the icing on the cake, he just wants to dump it all, all of that hard work amounting to nought. I tried to talk some sense into him, reminding him that it’s going to be hardly a 20 minute affair, and if he can go through more than an hour’s Taraveeh every day, he can certainly withstand this. Common sense, thankfully prevailed in the end, but it still baffles me how a pretty sane person can go incredulously nuts by his sexual urges, even though they are mostly psychological rather than physical. If he could restrain himself for a month, he could surely do it for another day, in fact throughout the year if he put his mind to it. It’s all in the head.

Seeing them helping themselves to ‘goodies’ was getting to my head as well. It was all I could do to keep myself from borrowing some of the goodies from them. But nothing could have prepared me for what was to come later.

DAY 2
The first day was a very frustrating boring one , which most Eids are at least for me. I hadn’t spanked the monkey since I don’t know when, and it was all getting to my head. Trouble was, I didn’t have any material to arouse myself satisfactorily. Sure I could just put some ‘lubrication’ on the ‘thing’ and jerk to my heart’s content, but for some inexplicable reason, it just isn’t gratifying enough. You feel as if you’ve wasted your precious material, which is what you really do in any hand job affair anyway, but when you do it spurred on by watching some X-rated stuff, it feels worth it. I don’t how it works, but that’s what most guys feel. They need to see some really provocative stuff to make their little self-pleasuring session count.
So like I was saying, it was a really sexually frustrating day. I really couldn’t explain why. Hell. I hadn’t watched mating people ( on TV of course) for ages. Remember it was the holy month of Ramadan? And even before that I was really tied down in my job, so sexual fantasies were totally out of the question. But here I was, getting freakin’ aroused for apparently no reason. Considering the gravity of this predicament, it was a real treat for me when a few of my buddies decided to pay me an Eid visit. Mind you, it was no ordinary visit. They were loaded with two hard drives holding enough ‘stuff’ to make even Sylvia Saint blush. And it wasn’t as if the sons of bitches were generous to bestow this Edhi upon me. They were just out on a round going to every friend’s house and picking up dirt from their drives. Naturally, everyone’s drive had something to offer. Luckily my turn came almost at the end of this trip, which meant I had access to a deliciously ‘diversified’ collection. The only thing I had to offer them was my Kazaa collection. It wasn’t anything nearly as large as the others, but it is whamming luscious!

Anything related to computer, software or hardware, is a bit of struggle for all of us, but when it comes to porno, all of us suddenly become self-proclaimed pc junkies. The same was the case that day. I’ve two drives, with the operating systems installed on one of the drives while most of the goodies are on the other one. It was a 4-5 hour session of switching drives, fiddling with jumpers, master, slave and some other shit. In the end, everyone was a satisfied man in every sense of the word.