Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 21:04:48 +0100 (BST) From: Hasan Khan Subject: Julian in Afghanistan Part 2 Corporal Julian Masters was not kept busy working from morning to night in the mobile consulting room of the Lincolnshire's base camp. The occasional athletes foot and the inevitable coughs and colds, stomach upsets and sprains where his daily fair. From time to time a case of crotch rot, occasioned by inadequate hygiene or a pulled muscle in the groin afforded him a glimpse of English squaddie cock, nine times out of ten uncircumcised. Visits to the Afghan police camp to make consultations available afforded a break a couple of times every week but on the whole he was underemployed. His daily routine and opportunity to get his hands on some real sliced meat was about to change. The commanding officer, Lt. Corby arrived one morning to announce that a detachment of America marines would be arriving later that day on a month long attachment with the Afghan police training mission. "Only a couple of dozen. They will be billeted with our men. I'm sure they won't cause you too many problems." Julian's filthy mind was already in overdrive hoping that at least one or two would have some interesting genito-urinary problems do deal with. Idling his time away later that day he took advantage of the state of the art laptop which the Ministry of Defence provided for every specialist. Away in the mountains of Afghanistan he had a rapid satellite broadband connection, faster than any domestic installation back home. Julian logged on to his favourite big dicked soldier sites. Page after page of cut American meat flashed before him. Dick after dick, all severely circumcised, cut back to the hilt. Julian rubbed at his crotch and felt the dampness of his pre-cum as it flowed into his boxer pants and through his groin. Corporal Masters did not have to wait too many days for his first American consultation. Three days after his arrival at the British base Private Jason Farmer marched into Julian's office, politely announcing himself, with a broad, vaguely southern states accent. An Afro-American, deeply dark brown standing at over six feet, he filled his uniform in all the right places: the broad chest, the muscular upper arms and thighs and most prominently at the crotch where the heavy green khaki material bulged with a promise of hidden treasure. "Good morning. I'm orderly nurse Corporal Masters. Do take a seat. How can I help you?" "Thank you doc. Nothing you ain't seen here before I think. Got me a case of the rot. In the crotch. Don't get me wrong. I ain't been messing around, it's the days without showers and sleeping in sweaty underwear that's done it for me." "Sorry to hear that. Nightmare of a place. Showers and hot water not always what we are used to! Anyway. Why not just stand up and drop your pants. I'm sure we'll get it sorted out with powder or cream. Let's have a look how it is." Private Farmer towered over Julian as he stood up in front of the seated medic. Unbuttoning his fatigues the marine slowly pushed the green pants down below his knees. Julian's face was almost in the enormous bulge of a pair of white boxer briefs. This man was certainly loaded in the right place. Broad black hands pulled the briefs down and at once the heavy genitals fell into place. Julian's heart began to race as he contemplated the sight which met his eyes. The dark cock hung almost five inches limp in front of the heavy ball sac. A study in contrasting colour tone it appeared to have been recently circumcised. The bottom of the shaft was almost black and riddled with prominent veins and smaller blood vessels which crept their way around the monster. These all came to an abrupt end at a very dark ring which circled the shaft half way down. Above what looked like a classic Gomco cut line the skin turned to a rusty brown and tapered ever so slightly below the massive dark helmet. Julian had never seen such a crown in his life: thick and heavy, as if it were weighing down the whole cock and pulling towards the Marine's knees. An enormous plum of dark, smooth, tender flesh, open at the end, where the deep and long piss slit, with its raised lips, appeared to be in a state of excitement ready to release its juice, even when the cock was so evidently at rest. Unable to control the reaction in his own cock, Julian had to tug at the crotch of his pants and release some of the material to accommodate the growing tube of flesh which was soon pressing against his waistband. Fortunately, it was all covered by his medic's coat and the marine would be unable to see his excitement, at least for the moment. When Julian leaned forward to lift up the marine shirt he could see that the short wiry hair of the Afro-America's crotch was shaved neatly to a small triangular bush atop of the genitals. The flat but muscular abdomen was hairless as were the tops of the man's thighs. But sure enough, as he lifted the scrotal sac and pulled it from side to side, Julian could see the tell tale red and white spots of a groin infection. Shining his table lamp in the direction of the black groin he began to roll and stretch the scrotal skin to see if the sac was touched. The testes weighed heavy in his hand. He rolled them, firmly but gently, pulling at the skin of the sac as he looked carefully for any signs that the marine's scrotum was infected. Taking the fleshy bag by both hands he lifted it and stretched the skin apart to examine the thick seam which ran from the base of the penis down to the back of the scrotum. By now the black circumcised cock was beginning to swell, first filling out with hot blood and extending its circumference. Then little by little it began to lengthen and grew visibly heavier. Satisfied that the marine's scrotum was unaffected Julian quickly turned his attention to the erecting penis. Taking it in his hand, just below the glans, he lifted it to look at the base of the shaft on the underside. All clear there. Using only his thumb and forefinger he stretched what shaft skin was left, again to check the edges of the seam which ran towards the scrotum. Clean and perfect. Julian was amazed to see the way in which this black god had been circumcised. The sharp definition of the circumcision line was made all the more noticeable by the fact that every single blood vessel which stood out so firmly on the shaft came to a flattened end at the black scar ring. By now the black and rusty brown cock was rigid at forty five degrees, pulsating in the cool air of the consulting room. Julian having found no evidence of infection on the genitals themselves let go of the massive organ which was now at its full thick nine inches and to save further embarrassment on either part asked Private Farmer to pull up his pants while he wrote out a prescription form. "Hey doc. You can't leave me like this. When it's up it's gonna stay there. I gotta get some relief now. Your nice little hands better finish off the job you started." Jason Farmer now had a broad grin on his face and besides the itch at the top of his thighs he now had a painful tightness in his balls. Corporal Julian Masters could not have written a more crazy script himself. The Afro-American marine sounded like he had just walked out of a cheap porno film set as he stood there, legs apart and crotch thrust forward in front of the amused, but all the same horny medic. "Are you suggesting that I masturbate you?" "If you don't do it then I'll sure have to do it myself. But I get the feeling you want to" as he looked down at Julian's own tented crotch which had come into view as the medic turned in his chair. Resisting the temptation to make a cliché reply, "It's soooo big." Julian, Corporal Masters of the Royal Army Nursing Corps reached over to touch the truly enormous penis of Private Jason Farmer, US Marines. Teasingly he ran his finger around the hard circumcision scar, wiggling his finger as he did so, enjoying the three textures of shaft, scar and inner skin. Damping a finger with saliva, he ran around the hard rim of the crown a ridge of black purple flesh, jutting out beyond the circumference of the thick shaft. His hand hardly able to stretch around the black organ, Julian pulled it to his lips, anxious to taste the cut American flesh tube. First he teased the piss slit, darting his tongue in and out of it, flicking his tongue from side to side across the firm lips of the utheral opening before moving round the underside to deal with the V of the massive glans. Despite the very radical circumcision which had half denuded the shaft, Jason Farmer had been left with his frenum in place. Julien's tongue slapped at the cock string, enjoying the tightness of the flesh as his tongue worked its way around the deep groves on either side and then back up to the piss slit. Licking his way around the helmet he drenched the great dark plum with his saliva, pushing his tongue into the sensitive valley where crown met shaft before taking the whole into his mouth. Opening his lips wide, Julien pulled the enormous cockhead into his mouth and then paused for a moment to try and get used to the size of this foreign object which filled him and already threatened to choke him. Slowly and deliberately began to advance on the black cock, knowing that if he could swallow it just as far as the circumcision scar, then he would have done well. His jaws already stretched to the limit he tried to open his mouth wider to accommodate the thickening shaft which Private Farmer was now beginning to push into him. With Julian pushing his mouth on and off the cock and the American bucking his hips towards Julian's head the invader was winning and before long Julian had at least six inches of hard flesh forcing its way towards his gullet. "Yeah man, you take it all in. I know how white man loves big black dick." Jason's porno cliché was not lost on Julian who had after all fantasised about such moments so often. Unable to laugh at the American's ridiculous commentary, he had only to relax every muscle in his face and neck to try and take that extra inch more beyond the circ scar. Head bobbing and hips thrusting, the two went into overdrive, till the moment when a throbbing in Jason's cock announced the moment of release. "Come on boy, drink my juice" moaned Jason as his cock began to disgorge it creamy load into Julian's throat. Spurt after spurt of the invisible liquid threatened to choke the medic as his patient ejaculated into him. Not giving up on his porno script, Jason Farmer kept on with his pseudo commands, "Swallow that cream boy...you drink it up.....take my milk." It would have been enough to make Julian laugh, if his mouth had not been so full of black dick and hardly able to breath as his swallowed the enormous discharge marine sperm. When at last the ejaculation was over and Julian could come for air the massive black cock slowly began to subside. Private Farmer let it hang and drip for a few moments before deciding eventually to put the snake back into the pants which he pulled up over his thick muscular thighs. "Don't forget your cream. Twice daily on the affected parts, young man" Corporal Masters tried to be nonchalant, despite the fact that his gullet was slowly absorbing the marine's juice and that his cock was still at full mast pointing through his pants towards Private Farmer. "Perhaps you will come back in a few days and we'll see how it's getting on." "You'll bet I'm comin' back to see you. Why not I bring a couple of beers to your place tomorrow?" Julian felt like saying "The pleasure will be all mine" but he had the instant feeling that the pleasure would be the marine's. Already he could feel the tightness in his buttocks, wondering what it would be like to be ploughed by such a massive cock. "OK, we'll see you tomorrow, you'll find my billet I'm sure, just down the path from here." That night Corporal Julian Masters fuelled his fantasies, thanks to his Ministry of Defence high speed connection, by spending more time than he should have done, logged on to "This Will Hurt", "Black Stud, White Virgin" and his favourite site "Black on White Punishment" all featuring impossibly long Afro-American cocks stuffing slim white buttocks. Julian trained himself for pain with bulldog clips pinching his sensitive tits whilst he pinched at the base of his penis with a third clip. Stuffing his arse with his fingers Julian stretched the lips of his hole to the point where pain and pleasure mingled as he wanked away at his stiff six inches. Turning on his side to be able to get to his love nut he pushed at the secret gland and worked on it till his pre cum began to flow freely out of his red piss lips. Alternately releasing and closing the bulldog clips on his now raw tits Julian brought himself to the edge and with a final tug on his cock began to spurt his juice.......... The next day passed uneventfully, apart from the fact that every movement of his shirt against his body sent a sharp stab through his chest, when the raw tits made contact with the heavy cotton of his uniform. Julian's cock, with a mind of its own spent the day rising and falling in anticipation of the evening to come. Julian himself mused on his introductions to boy sex: the day behind the cricket pavillon when he and Adebolwe had explored each other's cocks, the dark circumcised dick of the Nigerian contrasting with his own pale dick with its tight foreskin: the day in the boys' toilet cubicle when Peters had pulled back his lengthy cock skin and tried to do same for Julian who eventually had to stop Peters from causing him so much pain: the time when Anderson, who had a similarly tight foreskin had shown him how he wanked by massaging the skin on the helmet and wiggling his finger into the narrow opening. Memories heaped on memories. By seven in the evening when food hall was over and everyone apart from the night patrol, was left to his own devices, Corporal Julian Masters was relaxing in his single billet, casually dressed in a warm track suit, stretched out on his bed, idly waiting for his visitor. He didn't have to long to wait. Armed with a six pack of Budweisers, Private Jason Farmer, knocked, announced himself and came in, filling the room with his presence. Dressed in sports wear, despite the coolness of the evening air, he stretched himself out on the one chair available and immediately opened two of the ring cans, thrusting one at Julian who by now had raised himself to the edge of the bed. "Cheers and here's to us, my new friend. Rots already getting better. You'll be seeing it soon doc." Jason was nothing if not direct and with a broad grin on his face gave his crotch a rub as he swigged back his first mouthful of beer. Julian, whilst wanting to get down to business with the powerful black marine at the same wanted to know something about the person who he knew would soon be ripping him apart. "Why don't you tell me something about yourself? Tell me where you are from Private Farmer. What brought you to the marines and here? We ought to get to know one another after having been so intimate yesterday. I'm not one for completely anonymous affairs. Do tell." Jason began to drawl his way through a tale of small town Tennessee, high school and college, unemployment and escape from his hick town into marine boot camp twelve months previously. "And the circumcision? That was part of boot camp?" Julian asked with a lump rising in his groin as he did so. That scar was certainly no more than a year old and looked to be a lot less on the evidence of the previous day. "You bet it was boy. Until those crazy docs got their hands on me I had me an extra long piece of skin but they told me that's coming off or you is out of here. Seems they think uncuts is bad in the service. Three of us in our platoon finished up on the cutting table before those guys was finished with us." "Very strange. Not like our chaps. Most of the squaddies are uncut. We only cut them if there's a real problem." "I didn't have no problem `xept the doc said he could see bits of dick cheese in the groove. Never caused me any problem. Fact, lots of guys liked it. Specially the cut whities." Stiff as a rod, imaging Jason Farmer's overlong black foreskin hanging down from his dick and a white army doctor preparing himself to slice it off, Julian breathlessly enquired "How did it go? Did they circumcise you straight away after the medical exam? Did you see how they did it?" remembering how he himself had followed every movement of the scissors and scalpels not too many years ago. "Never forget it I reckon. Next day they had me for the op. Never been in hospital in my life. Didn't even put me to sleep. No man, just three enormous shots in the bottom of my dick. Some cute little kid skins me back, cleans me up and the next thing there's a great big steel bell covering my knob. Doctor pulls up my skin and tugs like hell getting it tight over the metal. Next thing he's screwing something around my dick half way down and saying `we'll leave it now for ten minutes'. Like I was an idiot, laying there with half a pound of steel locked on me. Cute kid staring at my cock, probably rubbing himself up. Anyways, ten minutes later doc comes back with his knife and starts cutting around the metal piece and soon enough he's sliding my cock skin up the bell thing. Looked like a rolled up slice of Barny's sandwich steak! Then the two of them started unscrewing the metal bits and I'm left with a pink and black cock. Crazy people. Doc starts to squeeze some kind of glue out of a tube round where he's cut and wraps it all up telling me it'll heal quicker than with stitches. That's how I got to be a cut marine, darn them. But I made good use of it later. Think it even lasts a bit longer now." Julian by this stage could feel the dampness of his pre-cum leaking into his track suit bottoms and had his eyes fixed on the sizeable bulge which Jason's spread out legs did nothing to hide. Managing a breathy, "You seem to have come through it all right" and adding with a leering smile "I'm sure it'll last long enough tonight big boy." Over another beer Julian told Jason Farmer about his own country childhood, escape to university and his work as a surgical nurse in a small hospital before joining the Army Medical Corps He threw in a mention of his circumcision for phimosis without dwelling on the surgical details but encouraging Jason to think that cut was better in the long run, especially out here where life was so primitive in terms of hot water, baths and showers. "I ain't come to spend the night talking. Get those tracks off and I'll be havin' a look at you." Jason said as he began to remove his own sports kit. In a moment the two were buck naked, one black, one white. At 5'5'' Julian was just about shoulder high to Jason's 6'3". The Afro-American's heavy, muscular body looked like it could crush the thin frame of the Englishman. The contrast between the cocks was obvious: a stiff and slender six inches on Julian, pointing at the still soft and flaccid thick five inches hanging down off Jason's groin. Jason's cockhead, even at rest dwarfed Julian's hard helmet. As if to humiliate the medic, Jason reached over grabbed the pale tits opposite him and squeezed roughly, "We'll see if you don't grow some with this" as he sent shock waves down to Julian's groin. But no, the Englishman was at his max and no amount of stimulation was going to add a fraction. In response Julian reached down to the not quite beer can thick cock and struggled to get his hand around it. Roughly wanking at the black shaft he brought it to its full nine inches in very short time. Rubbing his palm around the helmet and pushing his finger tips into the piss slit imagining the agony and the ecstasy that would soon be his when the marble hard cockhead invaded him. Julian enjoyed the caresses of a man but the marine was obviously one for instant rough handing without wasting time on the pleasures of foreplay. Once erect he wanted action and spun Julian around, pushing the medic to his knees at the side of the bed. Despite the weight pushing down on him Julian managed to spring up and grab a tube of KY from the side table, "Hold on mate, we need some preparation before you get into me." Squeezing a large amount of the clear liquid onto his hand, Julian smothered the black shaft and then slathered a great dollop into his own cleft and the bud of his arse. Corporal Masters willingly returned to his kneeling position by the bed and rested his chest and head on the soft coverings, ready to let the marine lead the action. Private Farmer grabbed the white thighs and pushed them further apart to stretch the buttocks. Taking his heavy cock in one hand, unseen to Julien, Jason pushed it into the white cleft and rubbed his cockhead against the slippery bud of Julian's arse chute. Teasing the sensitive fleshy bud he slipped in the tip of the rock hard helmet and began to break Julian apart. With only half the cock head in Julian could feel himself being stretched to the limit and began to groan. The moment when Jason pushed in the ridge of his rock hard helmet Julian gasped and cried out in painful surprise. "You wantin' more boy? Feel my cock good boy, squeeze it tight." Jason Farmer started up his cheap commentary and Julian encouragingly moaned all the more for him, as his arse lips clenched around the black monster. Julian's filthy fantasies about playing a part in "This Will Hurt" were about to come true and he grabbed at the bed clothes in anticipation of the thrust he knew was about to come. Slickly lubricated, Jason Farmer pushed a full thick four inches into the tight chute of the prostrate medic who now yelled as his body was invaded. Holding still for a moment Jason taunted Julian. "You cry good boy. I'm gonna fill your gut with this." With that he slowly pushed himself in another few inches, holding Julian tight around the hips as he filled the white medic with his massive pole. By now Julian felt as if his insides would burst. And there was still more to come. He could feel the heat of Jason's body very close to him but as yet they were not groin to ass or balls to thighs. "You take it all now, little white boy" Jason teased as he pushed in the last inches. Now his hot black groin was pressed hard against the white buttocks and tears were beginning to form in Julian's eyes as he tried to relax his inner muscles around the invading flesh. "You're gonna feel good boy when I starts humpin' you. You just lay there and let big daddy pleasure your tube." Jason began to pull and push a fraction, letting Julian get used to the movement of the foreign object which was further up his chute than anything had ever been before. Gathering up speed Jason began to plough three or four inches at a time in and out of the medic who was gripping the bed covering and mattress with all his strength trying to convince himself that this could be a dream rather than a nightmare. Over the next five minutes the black cock plunged in and out of his arse, four inches, six inches, eight inches but never quite pulling out. Very slowly the pain did turn to pleasure as Julian's insides accustomed themselves to the friction, stretching and tension of the penetrations. "Yeah boy, you lovin this now. Just you take it and let daddy rut you tough." But pleasure suddenly turned back to pain when Jason pulled out and then violently pushed his cockhead back into the closed up arse bud. Jason screamed in agony when the rock hard helmet forced open his arse and ploughed its way into him. "You scream boy. This'll loosen you up for good." A few quick strokes and Jason pulled out again. Julian closed his eyes and scratched his hands against the wall in anticipation of the stab of pain that he knew was coming. Four times it happened in the next few minutes. Julian's cries and screams only seemed to encourage further violence against his tender body. Trembling and shaking but held firmly in place by the muscular marine he began to think that this crazy encounter was turning into full blooded assault. He couldn't and wouldn't say no to Jason. He couldn't ask him to stop but he did want the action to slow down and give him a chance to enjoy something of the action. Once more the black weapon began its smooth in and out ploughing of Julian's tight tube and his totally flaccid cock began to harden when Jason Farmer aimed his cockhead at Julian's prostate gland, massaging it, using the hard ridges at the back of his enormous helmet. Once again pain began to turn to pleasure. Julian's changed tone of moaning confirmed that Jason had hit the spot. Having remained almost inert with fear and pain Julian began to buck his body up and down against the bed giving his rising cock room to position itself away from his groin against the edge of the bed. Much more of this and he thought he would come himself, wondering how the marine managed to keep going for so long. Perhaps the circ myth was true! " 'Bout time to turn you round boy. We's near the moment for both of us" Jason withdrew his cock from the exhausted body below him and pulled up Julian to his feet. "You's goin to take me as deep as it goes now boy." Putting Julian on the bed so that he was facing forward with his buttocks on the edge of the bed and able to lean backwards, Jason spread the sweat drenched thighs and lifted them into the air to expose the slippery white cleft and its quivering asshole. Positioning himself over the white body he guided his nine inches to the entrance of the ass tube and pushed himself in slowly and firmly till his great black balls were crushed against the white groin. And then it started. In and out like a man possessed, he ploughed Julien to the limit but this time never once withdrawing the black monster form its lair. Three, five, seven, nine inches, in and out, fast and slow, grinding and pushing, he worked the white medic's ass tube like a pro. All pleasure and no pain now, Julian reached out and grabbed a black hand which he placed on his rampant cock. The thin six inches needed relief and Jason seemed only too happy to go along with the need. "You lovin this little white boy. You shoot that little white cock for me." The firm black hand wanked the Julian's cock. Humiliation was heaped on humiliation. "Boy cut cock, you is goin' to pump for your black daddy." Jason wanted to laugh at the porno talk but was getting closer to the moment of no return and intended to savour every moment of his own "black cock, virgin ass" fantasy come true. All too soon now, the black cock stuffed into his arse seemed to pulsate and throb deep inside him. Julien heard something like "Take it now.....it's cuming in you" and a long moan when his chute was suddenly pumped full of thick black man juice. His arse tube flesh could feel the squirts of fluid as they shot out and filled him. The plunging slowed down but the ejaculation seemed to go on for ever. Then the moment of his own release when Julian's cock began to shoot it juice over the black hand enveloping it. Jason tightened his grip and using the slippery white man milk grabbed both cock and balls in his hand, grinding them into an ever deeper orgasm. Collapsing onto each other it was only now that embraces and tender strokes took the place of violent thrusts and grips. Julian Masters let his limp body fall against the muscular torso of his ravisher, content to have the strong black hands hold him the shoulders........... Hope you enjoyed the encounter. In the next episode Corporal Masters meets up with Abbas Mohammud and is introduced to Yusuf and Faiz.