Afghan Fuck Mission (M+ interr 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, 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.