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Subject: Afghan Fuck Mission (M+ interr anal)
Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2007 21:36:33 -0600
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Afghan Fuck Mission (M+ interr anal)
by Martin Rammsonde (martramm@hotmail.com)

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, assfucking. 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 fuckpole 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 labour, 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 it's 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 luvhole. 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 precum leaked from his cock and wicked into his cotton pants.

Chris guided Zmarak towards his twin brother Kakay; the young Afghan's 
swollen fuckpole pressed briefly against Kakay's winking sphincter, before 
it slipped in and was enveloped by his twin's luvchute. 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 fuckpole leaked a steady stream of precum 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 lovepussy 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 fuckpussy 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 boycunt.

He stood up behind Zmarak, his raging fuckpole 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 fuckchute massage he was getting. Chris had only 
to stand still behind the Afghan fuckstud to let his cock be serviced by the 
youth's tight boypussy.

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 fuckmeet 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 fuckstick 
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 manmeat against Hukam's hungry lovehole. 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 manspunk 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 
manjuice 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 boyhole with every 
thrust forward, while his lovebutton in his own fuckpussy was being massaged 
on every thrust backward by the rigid asian manpole 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 fuckblast.

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 manjuice leaking from Kakay's 
luvhole 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 boyhoney, but offered it this time to Zmarak's horny twin. Kakay, 
still impaled on his brother's softening fuckstick, 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 boycunt. He was going to bust his nut soon. He banged 
hard into the tight fuckhole 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 
boygravy 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 fuckrod up Hukam's 
jizz-lubed boycunt. 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 boyjizz. 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 manfucking. 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.

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