Date: Mon, 7 May 2012 16:46:18 +0100 (BST) From: Hasan Khan Subject: Julian in Afghanistan On the edge of the town of Tashmir, high in the hills away from the town of Kandahar, Corporal Julian Masters stretched out on his bed, in the single man bivouac that had been allocated to him. Another day of treating minor injuries, dressing wounds and dealing out pills for stomach upsets was over. Corporal Masters had been in Afghanistan for three months now and there were at least another six to go before he would have any chance of seeing England again. A nursing orderly with the Lincolnshire Fusiliers, this was his first tour outside of Europe. Stripped down to a T shirt and boxers he idly fingered his balls and cock in the cool evening air, closing his eyes to picture those handsome men of the local police force: proud Afghans undergoing training with the Fusiliers, in yet another effort to bring the lawless region under some semblance of order. Perhaps one day he would have the pleasure of treating some of them: he would enjoy dealing with a few cases of groin strain in order to get a look at what he imagined to be long, dark, circumcised cocks hanging above furry ball sacs. Reaching for a tube of skin cream, Julian squeezed out a dab of the white liquid onto the palm of his hand and applied himself to the business of relieving his stiff cock. The lubrication had been necessary for several years now, ever since the circumcision which he had had to undergo just before beginning his nursing degree. In his teenage years he would have massaged his helmet through his foreskin, perhaps getting it back just a little to play at the piss slit but never revealing more than a fraction of the red crown of his cock. Now he whipped his hand up and down the six inch shaft, pressing hard with his thumb at the remains of the cock string which tightened behind his helmet. Imagining the thrill of being shafted bloody by some big dicked Afghan, Julian quickly brought himself off and shot load onto his hairy pubis......... A few miles away on the other side of Tashmir among the ruined buildings, eighteen year old Yusuf and his young brother, Faiz were finishing off the day's ration of rice and bread, sparsely garnished with pieces of mutton and a few vegetables. Alone in the world, their father had been killed in the early days of the war when Faiz was still a young child. Their mother had died, more or less of exhaustion in the terrible years of fighting which had engulfed the town. Yusuf usually managed to find odd jobs portering, repairing, cleaning and which would pay enough to keep them in food and the necessities of life whilst thirteen year old Faiz tended vegetable plots on the edge of the town for whoever needed labour. Yusuf looked in the half light at his younger brother and contemplated the beginnings of a moustache which was starting to appear on the boy's upper lip. The two were physically close and there was nothing unusual in the way he reached over to brush his finger along the boy's cheek and lip. "You will soon be man, Faiz. Perhaps I shall have to buy you a razor before the year is over!" Later that evening, the two brothers lay beside each other in the crumbling room that they called a bedroom, with the light of stars shining through hole in the roof. Their bed was nothing more than a couple of thin mattresses on the bare floor. In the cool and even cold nights they held each other tightly to warm their bodies under the thin blanket which covered them. Yusuf enjoyed the warmth of his little brother pressing against his now adult sized cock and balls. Faiz for his part, was beginning to get erections with increasing frequency as he nestled in his elder brothers arms. Tonight their hands began to wander once more. Faiz wriggled his hand into the shorts that Yusuf was wearing and began to stroke the long circumcised cock, running his finger around the helmet and the groove below it. How he enjoyed getting his hand around the thick tube of flesh and rolling his brother's balls between his fingers. Yusuf responded to his brothers ministrations by reaching down to get into Faiz's shorts and slowly wank the little teenage cock. Faiz had a good four inches of thickening cock and Yusuf played with the fold of foreskin which still covered his brother's helmet, pulling and pushing it to uncover the tender gland within. The two boys wanked each other still covered by their blanket, pulling it away only when Yusuf began to gasp and pant as his cock started to throb in readiness to release its milky stream. Faiz loved to see the fluid squirt out of his brother's cock and wondered when his would do more than leak a watery fluid for a few seconds...... In the cool fresh mountain air of the new morning Yusuf and Faiz washed in the tumble down outhouse behind their home, splashing cold water over each other. Before the bucket was emptied Yusuf took a razor and carefully trimmed off the hair which had grown once more over his groin. The town no longer had bath house where at one time a body shave could have been had in the steaming room of the haman. The rules of Islamic purity had to be maintained with only cold water and an old razor blade. As he denuded his groin, Yusuf could not help glancing at the uncircumcised penis of his younger brother. "When are we going to get him cut?" he mused, remembering his own circumcision at the hands of the local barber ten years previously. The old man had been killed shortly after, when a rocket hit his shop killing all inside it. Since then, no one had replaced him as either barber or circumciser. No doctor or Iman was to be found for miles around and no one visited this part of the world form one end of the year to another. Back at the military camp, Corporal Julian Masters was preparing for another day when the commanding officer arrived with the final instructions for him to report to the Police Camp where he was to administer routine vaccinations and organise a men's health session for the Afghans stationed there. Gathering up a supply of syringes and packing his medical kit Julian's mind went into overdrive as he contemplated the pleasures the morning would bring. At last he would have the chance to get his hands on real live locals and their exotic torsos. The temporary clinic was set up in an office adjacent to the Police Inspector's office and when Julian arrived there were ten men already lined up to be checked out. In a few minutes Corporal Masters had his pieces of equipment, syringes and ampoules laid out on the ramshackle desk of the office and was ready to call in the first man. Knowing nothing of the local language communication depended on the broken English of the young policemen and a good deal of hand gestures. In a moment the "patient" was stripped to his underwear, greying Y fronts, and ready for his inoculation. Impassively the twenty something year old held out his arm as the English medic plunged the sharp into his upper arm. A check on blood pressure, lung function and a cursory check for skin infections around the head and on the feet preceded the "men's health" check. Corporal Master's asked the young Afghan to lower his grimy underpants, gesturing with his hands what he wanted the man to do. Julian was taken aback to see the shaved groin, not a hair on its surface. The crotch, the scrotum and the pubis were totally bare with only the faintest hint of stubble. Sitting on a shaky chair he stared at the thick circumcised penis hanging in front of him. Radically cut, with a slightly uneven scar half way down the shaft it thinned out toward the crown which bulged outwards like an orb on a sceptre. The hairless scrotum hung loosely and it was this that Corporal Masters took first in his hand, rolling the egg shaped testicles between his fingers and tracing on each side of the sac, the line of the spermatic cord up towards the pubis. Pushing his finger up into the abdomen he satisfied himself that there was no hernia present. The young policeman remained absolutely impassive during this intimate examination and showed no signs of anxiety or surprise when Corporal Masters took hold of his penis and began to palpitate it from the base towards the crown. Taking hold of the organ by the mid shaft the medic held it up to look at the underside of the glans, noting that the frenum was still intact, despite the severe circumcision. Letting the penis drop for a moment, Corporal Masters took hold of it again, this time by the glans in order to squeeze open the meatus. The flesh inside was a deep fleshy pink, a contrast to the coffee coloured crown, which had obviously toughened up and darkened since having been circumcised. Not knowing whether the man would understand him or not, Corporal Masters broke the silence. "This might be a little uncomfortable but I am going to introduce a sound to take a culture from your uthera." With that he picked up a slender metal rod tipped with a fabric pad which he firmly pushed into the squeezed open piss slit. The Afghani's hips bucked at the sudden intrusion and the medic had to hold firm onto the penis. "Sorry about that, you'll feel it sting for a while but don't worry. It'll be back normal very soon." "It's all over now, you're in good shape young man. You can get dressed and we'll call it a day for you." Julien, by now nursing a swelling cock in his own groin, gestured to the policeman to get dressed and leave. The examinations proceeded without incident over the next couple of hours. Some of the men needed anti fungal treatments for skin infections, a couple had unusually high blood pressure and Corporal Masters made of note to recall them for further examination and treatment. There were a couple of hernias which would require treatment down in Kabul or Kandahar but nothing seriously untoward. By the end of the session Julian Masters had however a leaking cock, the result of handling one after another circumcised Afghan cock. Cut loose or tight, high or low, the long and short, the thick and thin, each one was a delight to his sex starved eyes. Every single man had at some time in childhood or adolescence submitted to the knife of Islam and one in particular seemed to have enjoyed more than was normal, a routine medical check. The penultimate man to be examined was, according to the list, one Abbas Muhammad. At almost six feet, slim and very light coffee colour in complexion, with a hint of moustache he was listed as a new recruit aged twenty-two. His movie star looks, high cheek bones and thick black hair would have earned him a career down in India as a "bollywood idol" but for the time being he was enlisted with the new Afghan Police Force. Stripped to his black briefs, a change from the awful white Y's that most of the men seemed to favour, he looked like a wet dream come alive: dark aureoles around his tits, the bulge with its visible circumcised penis line barely hidden at the groin and a covering of downy hair on the firm thighs Abbas Muhammad stood smiling at the young medic who appeared to be mesmerised by the body standing only inches away from him. When the moment arrived for the lowering of the briefs, Julian Masters sprang an instant erection as he contemplated the Afghan's cock. Almost five inches soft it had a dark, very prominent circumcision scar about a third of the way down the shaft and a heavy plum shaped helmet atop. As Corporal masters felt for any irregularities in the scrotum and testicles the beautiful organ began to harden and rise. By the time he did the routine hernia check in the groin the stiff cut cock was pointing at his face, no less than eight inches of hard thick flesh. Trying to be nonchalant and professional, if such could be possible in the circumstances, Corporal Masters palpitated the hard tube and was not surprised to see that before he got to the glans, the penis was leaking precum. Forgoing the probe and swab, which would have been of little use, the uthera being awash with seminal fluids, he simply wiped the tip and attempted to spread the already swollen piss lips to see the colour and texture of the inner flesh. Corporal masters had to resist with all his might the temptation to wrap his hand around the swollen cock and bring it to relief there and then. His own erection was not going unnoticed and he saw that the Asian Adonis was staring at the tent in his own trousers. "No problems with you young man. Why don't you get dressed and we'll write you up as A1." The Afghan had no intention of leaving without discharging himself and without missing a beat said to the medic "Sir, you must know one thing. At times when I want to relieve myself I get a pain at the back. You must look." And with that, he turned to present his delicious arse to Corporal Masters. The English medic, happy to hear someone from the group speak some passable English, did not need any encouragement himself to continue with an intimate examination of this delightful specimen of manhood. "We have no table here for you to lay on. Perhaps you could bend forward for me. Just stretch your legs further apart so that we can get a look." Corporal Masters snapped on a latex glove and lubricated the anus with a touch of Vaseline, the best thing he could find in the circumstances and proceed to finger his way into the tight hole. Rotating his finger as he slowly moved inwards he felt no sign of hemerroids, cysts, ulcers or other irregularity. Continuing to probe deeper he eventually came to the prostate and began to massage around it. Abbas Muhammad began to gasp and breathily announced, "Yes, that is it. That is where the problem is." Of course, there was no problem at all. Corporal Masters sensed that he was being taken for a ride as the young policeman reached down and began to wank his eight inches there and then, with the medic's finger still up his chute. Corporal Julian Masters, disregarding every professional ethic he had ever been taught, finger fucked the tight arsehole giving the prostate gland a firm touch as he did so. In less than a minute Abbas Muhammad was ejaculating onto the floor groaning obscenities as he did so. Or at least that it was Julian supposed they were. When at last the young policeman was dressed and the floor wiped, Abbas Muhammad announced that he would being coming to see Corporal Masters in the military village. "You are very good man. You will help me to learn your language more. I must come and practice it with you." How good it would be to improve his English with such a friendly man. He would look forward to learning so many new words and phrases in the company of the young medic. Julian thought to himself, "and that's not all you will be getting."......... True to his promise Abbas Muhammad pitched up, late one afternoon, at the English military base, dressed smartly in his new uniform and found his way to Corporal Master's bivouac after accosting several military personnel with his stock phrase, "English doctor, he is to teach me. He is where?" With no more than a folding chair and a camp bed there was little luxury in the one man accommodation but the handsome Afghan was happy enough to sit on the edge of the bed opposite his "teacher". After a few pleasantries about the trials and tribulations of living in the hills, in military camps, the cold night air and the miserable rations Julian turned the conversation to family and relations and eventually to girlfriends or boyfriends, whichever the young man preferred to have. It did not take long for Abbas Muhammad to start recounting his youthful gay experiences and the secret assignations that went on amongst his fellow police trainees, far away as they were from wives and female company. Julian was rather taken aback by the explicitness of the Afghan's revelations. Abbas Muhammad had begun to stroke at his groin as he told of mutual wanking in his village and clandestine fucks in the police camp. Even with the too loose uniform of rough material his erection was plainly visible and it was not long before Julian felt the need to caress his own swollen cock through the chinos and boxers he was wearing. "I want to see Nazreni cock now," Abbas Muhammad announced, getting up off the bed and planting himself on the ground in front of Julian. Without waiting to be invited he reached up and began to unbutton and unzip Julian's chino's and helped by the fact that the young English man lifted his buttocks from the chair, soon had the boxers down below the man's knees. "Is very good. You have been cut. I heard that most Nazreni is uncircumcised like other infidels." Julian did not know whether to take this remark as a compliment or not. A nominal Christian at best, he had never thought of himself as an infidel and as for the circumcision it had been a case of simple medical necessity rather than any personal preference. "You are cut in new style. I never see like this before," remarked the Afghan as he fingered the six inch shaft. It was in fact a very low circumcision, with outer skin stitched neatly into the grove just behind the glans. Even when hard and erect as it was now, there was little more than a few millimetres of pink inner skin visible between the glans and the tight darker skin of the shaft. "I suck you hard my friend." With that Abbas Muhammad took Julian's cock deep into his mouth, proving himself to be well experienced as he teased the piss slit, got his tongue into the groove and then nibbled his way up and down the shaft. Simultaneously loosening his own pants and pulling them down his thighs, Abbas Muhammad gave his attention to Julian's balls in their loose sac. Taking each one in turn he gobbled and sucked as if he wanted to swallow the soft orbs. After a while of intense ball work and instead of returning to the throbbing cock of the young English medic, he turned himself around and pulled Julian from the chair to guide the stiff cock into his own arse. Julian plunged into the kneeling Afghan delighting in the tightness of the chute which only a few days before he had so carefully finger fucked. Abbas Muhammad was obviously no beginner in the art of man sex. Julian took him as powerfully as he could, driving his cock all the way in and then withdrawing completely in order to give the Afghan the pain and pleasure of a arsehole opened and closed, closed and opened with every other thrust. Reaching round to rough handle the eight inches of circumcised cock jutting outwards from the hairless groin, he firmly wanked the hard flesh and sensing the man's taste for pain teased at the piss slit with his thumb nail, digging into the tender soft flesh of the eye. Abbas Muhammad and Julian began to groan in unison as their balls tightened and cocks throbbed in the prelude to orgasm. Slowing down his thrusting and pointing his cock towards the large prostate gland in the Afghan chute, Julian began to shoot his load into Abbas Muhammad at the same moment as his hands became drenched in thick cream spurting from the young man's massive cock. "Is good, is very good. You use me like real man." There was no hint of romance, tenderness or desire for cuddling and smooching as Abbas Muhammad quickly picked himself up from the floor and pulled out a cloth from his pocket to wipe his arse and clean up the drops of spunk which had fallen to the floor. Business like he handed the cloth to Julian, "You want to wipe hand?" Fearing that his pupil was about to take his leave and disappear, Julian, hoping to prolong their intimacy a little longer suggested that coffee or even something stronger would be appropriate. Abbas Muhammad with all the righteousness of a true believer, refused the offer of whisky, despite having just broken every rule of sexual mores, as said that he would be very pleased to take the dark bitter coffee which was the local beverage. Soon enough though, Abbas Muhammad announced that he must return to the police camp but promised to come back in a few days. "I have enjoyed my first English lesson. I want to learn many new things with you," he said without a trace of irony or humour. Julian wondered what on earth the man would suggest next. Hope you enjoyed reading this. Any comments or suggestions for the next episode will be gratefully received. Jeremy.