Afghan Fuck Mission – Gay Sex Stories

by Martin Rammsonde (martramm@hotmail.com)

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Soldiers come across a couple of Afghan civilians
engaged in homosexual activity and decide to intervene.
(MMM, intr, military, asian, anal)

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The HMMVW rolled to a stop before a farmhouse north of
Kandahar. PFC Chu raised his IR goggles and surveyed
the scene. The heat sources bloomed and receded as he
adjusted the image, until three sources stood clear.
“Sergeant!” he called clearly to the companion seated
beside him, “three signatures, two engaged!”

Sgt Willsen chewed his lit cigar. He was a tough
African-American, an army man since graduating high
school, and hard to impress. Chu hadn’t let him down
since they’d arrived in theatre. Best fucking IR
analyst he’d had. He bit the end off his cigar and spat
a wad of tobacco.

“All male?” he asked.

Chris Chu viewed the balls of light that illuminated
his goggle. “Affirmative. Single male in north-west
corner of compound, two males, uh, plowing ass in the
south-east corner”. The horny asian grabbed his own
crotch and squeezed as he watched the blurry
fornicators thrusting in his goggles.

“You sure?” his section commander asked. “three target
males?” He trusted Chu implicitly, but he would ask all
the same. Plowing ass was interesting. His cock
twitched at the thought of watching handsome Afghans
breeding Afghans.

“IR don’t lie,” Chris replied, “I can see their fuckin’
peckers.” The lone Afghan was lit up in IR by his
sweaty balls. The other two were illuminated where
one’s cock was sliding into the other’s tight ass, and
by the IR signature given off by their jizz-swollen
balls.

Rufus Willsen reached over and killed the ignition. He
swung out of his seat, M-16 slung in his arm. “Let’s do
it,” he said, spitting out the butt of his cigar.

The two soldiers took up position before the farmhouse
door, and on the count of three Chris burst through,
weapon raised. He moved towards the left, to secure the
southeast corner of the complex. Rufus rushed to the
right, and before Chris had even navigated the narrow
corridor to his targets he heard Rufus shout “Down,
down, get down!” followed by “Secured!”

He entered a dimly lit room. In one corner he saw two
pale bodies, on a rough bed close to the floor, coupled
in coitus. He pulled the trigger on his M-16 twice,
firing into the wall well above them, the muzzle
flashes briefly illuminating the room.

It was enough to see the two Afghans, one atop the
other, ass-fucking. One lay face down on the bed, his
ass pushed up by a pillow under his hips. The other
sprawled against him, his cock deep inside, almost
pulling his fuck-pole free before burying it deep. Chu
shouted in the only Pashto he knew “US Army � you are
arrested!”

As the fuckers disengaged, their faces came into the
spotlight of Chu’s M-16 mounted flashlight. The battle-
hardened private’s jaw dropped � his two captives were
indistinguishable. The horny fornicators were identical
twins. His already stiff cock swelled in his combats,
slipping free from the confines of his briefs. He
gestured the naked twinks to stand against the wall,
arms up and legs spread. They were clean shaven with
short black hair, fit bodies from farm labor, smooth
except the dense dark hair around their pubes.

From the next room his sergeant brought the other
detainee, hands restrained behind his back. The
prisoner’s face, even with its tightly cropped beard,
was similar enough to the twins to mark him as the
older brother. He was shirtless, clad only in partoog,
the baggy cotton trousers worn in Afghanistan. Like his
younger twin brothers his body was fit, but more
muscular, with a trail of black hair leading from a
furry patch on his chest down into his pants.

He audibly inhaled in shock as he saw his younger
brothers standing naked against the wall, their swollen
cocks jutting away from their body: one twin’s cock was
slick and lubed; the other twin’s ass pink from the
pounding interrupted by the Americans’ raid. Their
bodies were witness to their older brother of what
they’d been doing with each other.

Willsen pushed the older brother face first against the
wall beside his brothers. The sergeant had an ID card
he had found. He peered at it. “Who-came,” he said, and
looked at the man. No response. He grabbed his hair,
and turned his head to look at the card in his hand.

“Who-came?” he repeated, waving the card.

The man understood. “Hukam,” he said, pronouncing his
name.

Rufus grunted. He slapped the ass of the twin beside
Hukam to get his attention, and pointed at his brother
saying, “Hukam,” and then pointed at him, with eyebrows
raised.

“Zmarak,” the younger man said. He moved sideways to
slap the other twin’s bare ass. “Hukam. Zmarak,” he
said.

“Kakay,” came the response in a low voice.

The two soldiers looked at their captives, squeezing
their swollen cocks through their combat pants. The two
twins, Zmarak and Kakay, stood against the wall, their
arms raised and palms pressed against the cinderblock.
They were naked, their young cocks still stiff and
pulsing. Their older brother Hukam stood beside them.
He stole a look at his younger brothers’ cocks,
relieved that his partoog hid his swelling tool. “Fuck,
I need to bust my nut,” said the older more experienced
black man.

Chris licked his finger, and pressed the lubed digit
against Zmarak’s tight hole. With some effort his digit
slipped in. The Afghan youth moaned as the American
penetrated his luv-hole. Hukam looked away as the asian
GI violated his brother, then slyly glanced back.
Zmarak was pushing back, burying Chris’s finger deeper,
rather than recoiling. Hukam’s cock bobbed and a drop
of pre-cum leaked from his cock and wicked into his
cotton pants.

Chris guided Zmarak towards his twin brother Kakay; the
young Afghan’s swollen fuck-pole pressed briefly
against Kakay’s winking sphincter, before it slipped in
and was enveloped by his twin’s luv-chute. Zmarak,
encouraged by Chris’s hands on his ass, soon found an
easy rhythm fucking his brother’s ass.

Hukam was now rock hard as he watched his smooth
younger brothers fuck. His cut fuck-pole leaked a
steady stream of pre-cum that hung like a salty thread
from his throbbing tool.

Chris was stripping out of his combats, anticipating
fucking Pashtun man-ass. His throbbing cock burst out
of his briefs as he slid them off. His smooth asian
body was hairless, other than the silky halo of black
hair that surrounded his cock and balls. His sergeant
looked approvingly at Chu’s muscled physique, the
result of vigorous training.

The sight of Zmarak’s round Afghan ass tightening and
relaxing as the Pashtun twink pumped his brother’s
love-pussy was by now too much for Chris. He dropped to
his knees and spread Zmarak’s cheeks, eagerly tonguing
the youth’s hole as Zmarak bred his twin. Zmarak moaned
as his fuck-pussy was swabbed and then penetrated by
the American’s tongue. The moans turned Chris on more
than ever, his cock throbbing at the thought of mating
with Zmarak’s sweet and tasty boy-cunt.

He stood up behind Zmarak, his raging fuck-pole aimed
at the fucker’s manhole. He reached around Zmarak to
put his hands on his brother Kakay’s hips on either
side, and slowly pulled himself forward, letting
Zmarak’s own hip thrust’s impale the Pashtun boy on his
Asian-American ass-splitter. Zmarak moaned, enjoying
the fuck-chute massage he was getting. Chris had only
to stand still behind the Afghan fuck-stud to let his
cock be serviced by the youth’s tight boy-pussy.

It was Rufus’s turn now with the oldest of the three
Afghan brothers. Hukam couldn’t help himself at the
sight of the three-way fuck-meet beside him, and had
dropped a hand to stroke his thick meat through his
cotton trousers. Rufus’s fat black cock was ready for
action, and Hukam’s virgin ass was virtually quivering
to be filled.

Rufus put his hands on Hukam’s bare muscled shoulders,
and guided him towards the stained bed mat that lay on
the floor. He pushed him on his back, then slid off the
Afghan’s white partoog, leaving him naked, his hard
dripping cock pressed against his furry belly. The
sergeant now stripped bare, his engorged black fuck-
stick springing out of his briefs and wetly slapping
his stomach. Hukam’s cock drooled as he stared at the
unimagined black meat.

Rufus spread and raised the Pashtun’s legs, throwing
Hukam’s legs over his shoulders, and then pressed the
bulb of his man-meat against Hukam’s hungry love-hole.
He slowly pressed forward until he felt Hukam yield,
and then he buried his long thick cock deep in Afghan
ass. He started fucking the young man long and deep,
while both of them stole glances at the horny threesome
rutting nearby.

Rufus was slick with sweat by the time he felt his cock
swell in Hukam’s ass, and his balls tighten up into
him, and then he was shooting his black seed deep into
the Afghan stud. He kept pumping his ass until his
creamy spooge started pistoning out of the Afghan’s
ass.

Hukam was surprised to actually feel the American’s hot
mans-punk exploding inside him. And then, with Rufus
still leaning over him, and the spent black cock still
deep in his ass, with his ankles still draped on the
sergeant’s powerful shoulders, he felt his balls draw
tight, and hot creamy Pashtun man-juice was splattering
over his chin and chest. He involuntarily made short
inarticulate sounds with each contraction of his balls.
He gasped as his climax faded. Without ever touching
his cock, this black fucker had milked him dry.

Before he slipped out of Hukam’s ass, Rufus felt the
contractions of the orgasming Afghan’s fuckring around
his cock. He leaned forward to lick the hot white
spooge off Hukam’s chin and chest.

Zmarak’s cock had been stroking itself in Kakay’s tight
boy-hole with every thrust forward, while his
lovebutton in his own fuck-pussy was being massaged on
every thrust backward by the rigid asian man-pole
behind him. When he heard his older brother Hukam’s
noisy orgasm, it sent him over the top, and he buried
himself deep in Kakay’s ass to deliver his load. Chris
felt the boy’s cherry lock around his cock, and took
the cue, vigorously thrusting to stroke Zmarak’s g-spot
and prolong the Afghan’s fuck-blast.

When his nuts had been milked dry, the sweaty twink
held onto his brother, still deep inside him, as Chris
continued to hammer him from behind. Chris reached in
front of Zmarak’s spent balls to where the Afghan’s
cock split apart his twin’s ass, and scooped the creamy
man-juice leaking from Kakay’s luv-hole with his
fingers, then brought it to Zmarak’s lips.

The twink eagerly gobbled his own cum from Chris’s
fingers, licking them clean. Still fucking the Afgan’s
tight ass, Chris reached again for another wad of
Zmarak’s boy-honey, but offered it this time to
Zmarak’s horny twin. Kakay, still impaled on his
brother’s softening fuck-stick, sucked ravenously at
Chris’s fingers, consuming the salty treat his brother
had deposited up his ass.

Chris pushed his smooth chest against Zmarak’s warm
back, thrusting hard and deep into his velvety boy-
cunt. He was going to bust his nut soon. He banged hard
into the tight fuck-hole twice more, than pulled out
and grabbed Zmarak by the shoulders and forced him to
his knees. He pushed his cock urgently to the Afghan’s
lips, which parted to accept the thick cock and swallow
it without question. He grabbed Zmarak’s thick black
hair and slammed his engorged cock down his throat.
Once. Twice. And then he pulled free, and blasted wad
after wad of Chu-juice onto Zmarak’s surprised face.
His boy-gravy slid down the Afghan’s face; Zmarak
licked what he could from his lips.

Kakay’s cock still twitched, unsatiated, and his twin’s
twinkbatter leaked from his well-fucked lovehole. He
knelt and licked the asian boycream from his brother’s
face.

Rufus grabbed the still-horny Kakay, and threw him on
the bed mat. He rolled Hukam onto his side, and bent up
one leg to expose his Afri-bred hole, oozing man milk.
He roughly guided Kakay’s cock to his older brother’s
hole. Kakay excitedly followed, pushing his throbbing
fuck-rod up Hukam’s jizz-lubed boy-cunt. Hukam grunted
as his ass was vigorously violated by the second cock
of the night.

Kakay wrapped his arms around his older brother for
affection as well as for leverage, and aggressively
fucked his sloppy manhole. With each thrust into his
brother, his buttocks squeezed out some of Zmarak’s
fresh boy-jizz. The previous exertions with Zmarak and
Chris had left him near the edge, and it wasn’t long
before his body spasmed and he bust his nut inside
Hukam, his cream mixing with Rufus’s.

Leaving the three brothers naked and sticky with spunk
on the bed, Chu and Willsen pulled on their combats,
their hearts still pounding from the heavy work of
their man-fucking. They made a cursory search of the
dwelling, confiscating an ancient pre-WWI Lee-Enfield
rifle, which they threw in the back of their humvee,
and then they accelerated away, disappearing in a cloud
of Central Asian dust, the same dust that had stirred
under the feet of Alexander’s Macedonian army more than
two millennia ago. Like the dust, the people were
immutable.

When the foreigners had left, and with Zmarak and Kakay
exhausted and in a deep fuck-induced slumber, Hukam
crept to the farmhouse’s tiny kitchen, and rolled up
the rug on the floor. Underneath the rug lay a wooden
trap door. He pulled up the door and peered into the
darkness of the deep spiderhole that lay beneath. A
bearded turbaned head appeared in the shaft of light
dimly illuminating the base of the ladder that led into
the squalid hole, and blinked.

Hukam sighed. His tall Arab guest would live another
day. He dropped the trapdoor with a bang, and kicked
the rolled carpet back to cover it. His cock was
getting hard again, and only his twin brothers could
extinguish the new and burning thoughts that fired his
mind.

END

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