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    Afghan Fuck Mission – Gay Military Sex Story

    11 May, 2018 (00:13) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Martin Rammsonde (martramm@hotmail.com)

    ***

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

    ***

    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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