Date: Mon, 7 May 2012 16:46:18 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
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.