Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2002 00:56:38 -0700 (PDT) From: einhardno Subject: Together Return (t/t, oral, anal, inc) by einhard PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened. It had been an emotional day at the refugee reception center. Daoud, an Afghan kid of seventeen, had been reunited with his mother, sisters and brother. God, how I had cried for that boy. He came to us, so thin, with such big eyes full of nothing but pain. He had filled out a bit, because we bullied him into eating, but the pain in his eyes... His dad and two older brothers had been killed by the Taliban years earlier, and the family had fled. It was more or less an accident that he hadn't gone with them. He'd been out hunting, and they simply hadn't dared wait for him to get home. So he'd fled on his own. Being young, strong and fit, he had travelled on foot for four months, living off what he could shoot for as long as he'd had ammunition. After that, his knife provided for him. That, and his wits. And he'd ended up here, while the rest of his family were in some crowded refugee camp on the Pakistani border. Only in the last couple of months had he picked up a bit, when he heard the others might be coming, too. It had been tough, watching him, seeing the hope and excitement battling with the fear of disappointment. He'd been having concentration problems in school, we were told. Surprise, surprise. Only in the past three days had he relaxed. Not only that, he'd been smiling as if he were trying to dish out several years' worth of radiance and shining teeth. Which he probably was. When they finally arrived, we could all let our breaths out. They looked healthy. A little thin and drawn, not much luster in their skin and hair, but basically healthy. And happy. The two younger girls were even giggly, which was just perfect. Young girls need to giggle. It's a Rule. His mother was the one that showed the clearest signs of relief. It was like a ghost had suddenly decided to come alive again. But it was the brother, Mohammad, who had made the biggest impression, as he hung onto his brother. Literally, I mean. He hung there, his arms round Daoud's neck, his legs crossed behind his brother's thighs, saying nothing, just hanging on with all his strength. It was funny, really, because Daoud wasn't that much bigger, and it was obviously heavy for him. That big, shiteating grin, coupled with the silent tears and the buckling knees as he struggled to stay upright brought me out in the giggles, too. I had to leave the room so nobody would hear me. I guess I should have left right away, but I just had to witness this. But all that was hours ago. The family had unpacked and settled into their rooms, they'd eaten, gone for a walk, met the staff, all of that. And after their initial silence, there was no stopping their chatter. I had spent a lot of time with them, since I speak Afghani, after a fashion. A legacy of my three years in the country back in the 80ies. I was young, idealistic, and set on helping a noble mountain people in their struggle against their brutal invader. Actually, I had left with much of that idealism intact, even though my illusions of the romance of a just war were pretty much shattered. I was doing my evening rounds, and all was quiet. Except in the last room I checked, which was Daoud and Mohammad's. His mother had asked that the two boys have a room to themselves, which, of course, we had seen to. The door was ajar, and I stopped to listen for their breathing. But they weren't asleep. "Oh, my brother. I was afraid I'd never see you again." That was Daoud. "You said that already, big brother." A little giggle from the boy, too. "I know. But it was so bad, being here when you all were back there, and..." He was crying, I was sure of it. I should have left, but didn't. "Sssshh, Daoud, ssshh. I'm here. It's okay. Nobody hurt me, and everything is going to be okay. Sssshh." "Nothing bad happened?" "No, not much. Sometimes, I had to suck a guy off for food, but I just closed my eyes and thought of England." A burst of laughter stopped abruptly, like Daoud had stuffed his fist in his mouth or something. "You remember? When I told you about England and the Victorians?" "Of course I remember, big brother. You think I'm an idiot?" "No. No, of course I don't. It's so good to have you here. We'll run in the hills, like we used to, go to school together, everything we always did. You'll love school, Mohammad, they have real schools here, teaching us about the world, the universe, other countries, sports..." "Cricket, too?" "No. No cricket. It's a completely unknown game here. But maybe we can get them to order us a couple of bats and a few balls, and then we'll play." "I'd like that. And Daoud?" "Yes, little brother?" "You said we could do everything we always did, right?" "Yeah?" "You mean everything?" Renewed giggles, then a gasp, almost as if something was hurting Daoud. "Little brother! Naughty! You sure you're up to that sort of thing yet?" "Sure I am. You know I love touching it. It's bigger than I remember. Can I examine it more thoroughly? Please?" My cue to leave. No doubt about it. So I stayed. I did try to breathe more softly, though. "There's no light to see, kid. How do you wanna examine it?" "The way I used to. With this." "Hey! Quit licking my ear and bring those lips over here! Mmmmhh!" Moaning and slurping. They were kissing! On the mouth! Slowly, not daring to make a sound, I stuck my hand down the front of my jeans, adjusting my package. "Hey, you kiss as good as ever, my brother. Didn't forget that in this strange country." "Of course I didn't, little one. I'd never forget about that, not when I'm kissing you." "Little one? I'm not that little." "No? We'll see about that. Here, let me feel it...Ooh! You're right. You're not little. The Squirt is growing up." "I was never little! Well, except when I was little. Oh, you know what I mean! You always told me I was big." Mohammad sounded a bit petulant. "Of course you were. And you are. Wonder if I can get it all in my mouth, like before. I'm a bit out of practice, you know." Giggles again. "Try it, big brother. I bet it's so big now, you can only get half of it inside." "You're on! What's the stakes?" "Oh, the usual. If you can take it in far enough to lick my balls while you're sucking, you get to stick yours up my ass. If not, we do it the other way round." Daoud didn't answer, but the rustling of the bedclothes seemed suggestive. "Ooohh! Yes! Shit, big brother! Yeah! Suck it! Mmmmmhh! It's so good! Oh, it's...Aaah! I'm...I'm gonna...Oooooooooouuuhh!" Panting. "You taste the same, kid. But you put out a little more than I remember. And I think I won." I was finding it hard to stay. Get it? "Hard?" I had to support myself on the wall to calm my breathing, so the boys wouldn't hear me. "Oh, Daoud! I wanted it to last! I didn't wanna shoot after twenty seconds like that!" "Ssshh! Don't worry about it, little one! You were just hot and horny. It's been over two years, you know!. And we'll do it lots more times. When you're back in practice, I bet you can keep it in for half an hour, like before. Remember when we had all-night suck parties, only bringing each other off after, like, four hours?" "Oh, yeah! Can we do that here?" "I don't know if we can sneak off for that long. And we need to sleep at night. But we'll find time to have fun. Twice a day, whenever we can, okay?" "Okay, big brother. But I want you in me now. Do it fast. And hard. Here, spit in my hand!" Gurgling and spitting sounds ensued. "Okay, now I'm wet and you're wet. Stick it in, big bro! Fuck your kid brother's ass like you used to! Oh, yeah! That's it! Hold it! Slowly! Aah! Yes! Now push! Bury yourself in me! I want your balls to climb inside my ass, too. Oh, fuck! Yeeeeesss, Daoud! Oh, you're fucking me! I'm so happy! Yeah! Go hard! Fuck me faster! Cum inside me, then don't pull out! I want you in me all night! Fuck me, Daoud! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" The slapping indicated that Daoud was eager to comply. His breathing was growing ragged, too, and it wasn't long before a series of drawn-out moans told me he was unloading his youthful sperm up his brother's guts. "Oh, man! That was so good! You've no idea how much I dreamed of this, brother mine." "I think I do, kid. I dreamed of it, too, you know." The deep love in Daoud's voice was very plain to hear. "Oh, I do love you, Daoud. I love you more than mother or the girls, more than I loved our home, more than anything. Don't you ever leave me again! And don't leave my ass, either! Not until morning!" "I won't. We'll be together forever, little one. Forever!" The noises subsided as the boys stopped talking and prepared for sleep. I tiptoed away, confident, for once, I would enjoy my solitude tonight. This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002. All rights reserved. Any comments? Did you like the story? Hate it? You can mail me at: einhardno@yahoo.com