Date: Fri, 25 May 2012 21:12:03 +0100 (BST) From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Julian in Afghanistan Part 4 There had been a haman in the village of Tasmir for over two hundred years. On any day of the week men and boys would have been found stretched out on marble slabs sweating in the heat of the steam, shaving body hair in the dampness of the alcoves, being massaged by muscular attendants and occasionally, in a quiet niche enjoying the pleasures of the naked male body, man to man. A stroke, a touch, a gentle caress upon shaven, circumcised genitals, an embrace in the warmth of the haman's steam room. Today the building was almost a ruin, bullet marked walls, roof caving in and mortar damage which had destroyed the furnace room and steam conduits. The ruins with their dark passageways and half hidden alcoves were abandoned by the local population with the exception of those men who came here to seek secret and hidden pleasures with like minded fellows. The haman had become cruising ground for natives and the occasional foreigner alike. Abbas Muhammad was a not infrequent visitor, happy to give himself to whatever villager, soldier or stranger might be found in the place. On several occasions he had brought young Yusuf with him to share in the delights of semi-anonymous encounters, for by now he had become intimately familiar with most of the regular visitors. Abbas Muhammad had no idea who was the muscular black man who leaned alone against the stone ledge in the alcove which Abbas Muhammad regularly occupied in his free hours. How had he had found about the haman or got there he could not imagine. But there was no doubt about the attractiveness of the new man. The foreigner was dressed in a combination of military fatigues and civilian clothing which suggested to Abbas Muhammad that the man might be from the Marine platoon who had been assigned to the local police training programme but he had no recollection of ever having met the man before. "Hello. You new to haman. Me Abbas Muhammad. This my friend Yusuf. You like here?" "Ah like what I see now. Jason's the name. Been here four weeks and looking for some proper action. This town ain't got much to offer. But you two is looking good." Abbas Muhammad had difficulty understanding the slow southern drawl but guessed enough to know that he and Yusuf could have their first black cock if they wanted it. "You are soldier?" "You bet. I'm in the United States Marine Corps. Here to give you a big hand in Afghanistan, if you can believe it. I'm not wanting to talk about work tho'. What you say we make ourselves comfortable," replied Jason Farmer, rubbing at his protruding groin as he did so and leering at the two incomprehending Afghans. The haman being open in many places to the chill mountain air this was not going to be a place for naked romps. Lowered trousers and uplifted shirts were the order of the day in the cool atmosphere of the ruins. Mohammad Abbas moved in close to the leant back marine and replaced Jason's hand with his own on the massively packed trousers. Working his way up and down and round the swollen genitals he waited for Jason to reciprocate. The massive black hands did not take too long to unbuckle the Afghan's belt, lower the zipper and in one pull of pants and briefs expose the hairless groin and its circumcised cock. Grasping the heavy though flaccid organ and balls in the palm of his hand Jason began a not too gentle handling of these, his first Afghan man tools. Not to be left out, eighteen year old Yusuf began his exploration of the new and exciting male body. Finding the buttons of the fatigue shirt he undid a number and worked his hand in towards the firm nipples which stood out in the muscular chest. Caressing, twisting, pulling and squeezing the black tits he caused Jason's already enlarged cock to grow even firmer to the point where the marine was obliged to undo his pants, strip down his briefs and let his massively engorged cock spring out into freedom. Abbas Muhammad stared in the dim light of the alcove at the black circumcised monster before him and then grabbed it around the middle in the hope of finding a little looseness in the shaft skin which could be comfortably wanked. There was none. The black marine had been cut so tightly that there was no so much as a fraction of spare skin on the taut shaft. Abbas Muhammad drew his closed fist up and down the shaft from the curly haired base to the thick ridge of the crown whilst Yusuf got down on his knees to suck on the pendulous ball sac and its gigantic balls. How much juice would this man produce if they brought him to shoot his milk there and then? Yusuf pondered the thought as he worked his tongue up and down the solid fleshy seam of the sac and around the orbs, hidden in the hairless sac. Pushing his head further between the muscular black thighs he began to work on the sensitive skin behind the ball sac and lick his way to the cleft of the solid buttocks and back again. Opening his jaws to the fullest he managed to take one of the two balls into his mouth and suck on it as if he was consuming the finest delicacy. Jason Farmer had no intention of letting the two Afghans bringing him to a finish with a simple blow job. His sights were fixed on the delectable arse of the younger man with its tight buttocks and slender waist. Pulling himself away from Abbas Muhammad's grasp the strong marine's hands reached down to the waistband of Yusuf's jeans and in a moment had the youth exposed from the waist to the knees. Giving the four inch semi hard cock a few tugs he brought Yusuf to the fullness of his erection before spinning the young man around to face the alcove ledge. Pushing the youth's abdomen down to the ledge and the slender thighs apart he started to poke his thick fingers into the ting space between the buttocks, forcing his digits up to the puckered arsehole. This one would be as tight as an unbroken twink could be. Jason Farmer spat out globs of saliva onto his fingers to lubricate the entrance to Yusuf's chute and then pushed a single finger into the clenched arse causing the youth to gasp at the intrusion. Working his finger around, Jason started to loosen the muscle and explore the warm fleshy interior which in a few moments would be, he intended, torn apart by his thick nine inches of circumcised marine cock. Using both hands Jason pulled Yusuf's arse cheeks apart and stuffed the tip of his cock into the gap. The rock hardness of the helmet and the shaft need no hand to guide them towards their goal. The marine simply pushed himself forward towards the pink and red arse lips which gripped themselves ever more tightly around the great purple black plum as it forced its way into Yusuf. This was going way beyond the tightness and pain that he had known the first time that Abbas Mohammad had taken him and he began to cry out in words unknown to his ravisher as the gigantic organ forced its way into his body. Stopping for a moment, but with less than a third of his nine inches penetrating Yusuf, Jason grasped the youth by the hips in order to pull his thin body towards his muscular black torso. Plunging in another couple of inches Jason Farmer began an agonising pile driving of the chute which clasped itself ever tighter around his circumcised cock. He was in and out to an inch beyond that dark black scar which separated his still tender inner skin, exposed by the sadistic marine surgeon, from the outer skin of his lower shaft. Yusuf could not believe that his body could take much more of the stretching, pulling and pushing that the foreigner was subjecting him to. Tears began to well up in his eyes and though they were unseen, the trembling of his slender body belied the agony he felt. So many times he had felt the sharp thrust of Abbas Muhammad inside his bowel but the policeman had always brought him to the point of pleasure and warmth as his chute learned to accommodate the older Afghan's cock. This was so horribly different. Yusuf felt the thrusting slow down for a little while and convinced himself that perhaps he might be able to survive the ordeal. Suddenly the invader pushed further in, way beyond his inner gland and up the moist bowel. Yusuf this time cried out for all he was worth as inch after inch of thick, rock hard cock forced its way towards his inner organs. At last when he could feel the warm flesh of the black man's groin pressing against his buttocks he knew that he would have to take no more. Jason Farmer let his body rest against the shaking frame of the young Afghan to feel the quivering of secret muscles around his  cock. Yusuf sobbed quietly, believing that if this monstrous cock began to plough him again he would surely be ripped apart from the inside. Jason Farmer was not to be denied. Reaching around to hold one hand over the face of Yusuf whilst using the other to push and pull the youth towards him he started to withdraw five or six inches and with determined thrusts push himself back into the now terrified youth. Oblivious to the wimpering and moans of his young friend, Abbas Muhammad stood back working on his own cock and balls anticipating the moment when he would show his manliness and take the massive black cock up his own chute.  After what seemed to be an eternity of thrusting and withdrawing, Yusuf's inner flesh started to accustom itself to the enormous girth and length of the marine's cock. He did not as yet feel any delight but at least the pain had subsided and the nerve wrecking fear of worse to come had gone. The thrusts of the black cock became more leisurely but increased in length as Jason Farmer withdrew, teasing Yusuf's ass bud by pulling out as far as the prominent ridge of his helmet, holding for a moment, and then plunging back in to the tender chute. The indescribable mixture of pain and pleasure as the opening of his anus was stimulated by the circumcised penis head sent waves of excitement through Yusuf's loins. His cock began to fill with blood and press itself against the cool stone of the alcove ledge as the foreign cock ploughed in and out of his now exhausted body. Jason Farmer knew that the moment of no return had arrived. Feeling his ball sac tighten up towards his groin and a throbbing spread through his own inner chute he groaned loud and deep the instant his cock went into contractions, spewing out his thick juices into the young Afghan's bowels. Abbas Mohammad edged himself towards the couple and with one hand brought himself towards ejaculation whilst reaching towards the groin of his young friend. Simultaneously wanking himself and Yusuf, Abbas Mohammad conjured up a thousand images of sexual pleasures before spilling out his cream juice into his hand. Shifting position so as to use his cum smeared hand, Abbas Mohammad wanked Yusuf to the point of climax. Relieved to be once more in the hands of his older protector, the youth gasped and cried out as his own cock's juices spurted out to mingle with those of Abbas Mohammad's. Jason Farmer waited for his cock to pump its full load and start to soften before contemplating pulling out of Yusuf. But eventually he did so dragging himself out inch by inch. Even deflated, his large helmet sent another spasm through Yusuf's loins, as it pulled out through the now very tender asshole. With Abbas Mohammad and Yusuf caressing one another, enjoying now the simple pleasure of flesh against flesh, the marine did nothing more than wipe his mucus and cum stained cock on a piece of rag and pull up his pants before waving a cheery goodbye to the embracing couple. Yusuf and Abbas Mohammad were far more leisurely in their in their leaving the haman. From a spring water tap they washed their sticky groins, cleansing themselves and Abbas Mohammad carefully checked the ravished buttock and arsehole of his young friend to see if there where any sign of blood leaking through the delicate bud. By some miracle there was not, but he did feel that it would be better for the youth to avoid such a violent encounter in the coming weeks at least. Perhaps the young man might develop a taste for oversize cock in the future but that would have to be his own choosing.............. Corporal Julian Masters of the Royal Army Medical Corps in the intervening days was spending a considerable amount of time researching via his laptop the various possibilities for his forthcoming debut as a circumciser. Hundreds of sites offered dozens of possibilities about how to remove the male foreskin in what seemed like an infinity of styles and results. In the absence of Gomco clamps or plastic devices which would leave the skin to necrotise and fall off he was effectively obliged to choose between the pull tug and slice of a simple forceps circumcision or the somewhat more complicated slit and dissection method, which would take considerably longer. Settling for forceps and a rapid slicing away of the unknown boy's foreskin Julian spent a lot longer contemplating the Turkish and Mid-east boy and man sites looking at the results of a hundred Islamic circumcisions. Stiff or soft the oriental cocks were equally attractive and arousing as he thought of the moment when they had been transformed by khitan or sunnet at home with the family gathered around or in the more clinical setting of a hospital. Whether reading about the cut or looking at the results Julian was stiff in his pants for hour after hour, wanking himself nightly fantasising about the boys from Istanbul and their tightly cut cocks. He tried to imagine what his own cock would now look like if he had been born in another time or place: throughout childhood and most of his adolescence his helmet had been covered completely by tight foreskin which ballooned slightly whenever he urinated. Only as teenage years advanced did the bud of foreskin begin to pull apart and pull back a fraction to reveal the tip of his glans and its little piss slit. Until the day he went for a medical before entering nursing school Julian had always presumed that one day the skin would loosen and he would, like the boys he had seen at the urinals or in the showers at school, be able to pull back and release his helmet from its prison. The medical examination, primarily to test his fitness for the heavy lifting and physical demands of hospital work, revealed the reality of a tight phimosis which would only be cured by circumcision. A few weeks later he was in hospital for the morning to be cut. There was no discussion about how it was to be done or the resultant appearance. Having seen a thousand circumcised penises on the web Julian often wondered why the rest of the world seemed to have skinned flesh and dark circumcision rings around the shaft whereas he and most British lads featured, had such low cuts, with little or no sign of an operation having been done. He really did look as if he had been born without a foreskin, a shaft uniform in colour and texture from end to end, with the miniature scar line only millimetres below the helmet. Was it a testament to the skill of the surgeon in comparison to the massive mutilation wrought by the celebrated Gomco or the knife of Islam? On Thursday evening Yusuf and Faiz shared their meal of rice and stewed mutton before retiring to their mattresses, tightly bound together against the chill of the night air. It was only then that Yusuf told his younger brother that the next day he would be visiting a medical man to have his circumcision. Reaching down inside the blankets and into Faiz's pants he took hold of the limp three inch penis and pulled back the foreskin. "Tomorrow night your gland will be bare forever and the men will consider you purified. Then you will come to mosque with me for prayers." "Will it hurt very much?" Faiz asked anxiously. "Did it hurt you to be cut?" "It was not pleasant for me Faiz: our father took me to the barber's shop and instead of cutting my hair he cut my penis. Yes, it did hurt a lot for a little while. But don't you worry, you are going to a medical man and he will surely do something to stop the pain being too bad." Gently pulling and pushing the loose foreskin up and down his brother's penis Yusuf thought that yes, his brother's operation would be far quicker and easier than the day when the barber had pulled and stretched at his own penis, painfully separating the foreskin from the gland before taking his knife to it. Yusuf slowly brought his little brother to the moment of pleasure but as yet there was just a thin trickle of milky fluid to be released............. Julian's dreaming and fantasies turned to reality that Friday afternoon when Yusuf and his brother Faiz arrived along with Abbas Mohammad, the not disinterested interpreter for the occasion. Abbas Mohammad had provided Faiz with a new long white shirt and pair of baggy white pyjama style trousers for the day of his circumcision. The three visitors made the small field consulting room look crowded. After the formalities of introductions and welcomes young Faiz was quickly directed to lay down the leatherette covered examination bench. Yusuf and Abbas Mohammad stood on either side and in a moment lifted up the crisp white shirt to his chest and lowered the voluminous pants to below his knees. Julian Masters contemplated the teenage genitals hanging limply in Faiz's groin: the still smooth and hairless scrotum with its miniature testes still well hidden. The penis was hardly three inches in length and still rather thin in girth. The foreskin clung to the outline of the glans and ended in a tiny but open spout, which if left in its natural state would probably open up and leave the boy with the tip of his glans visible in repose.     Julian told Abbas Muhammad that he would explain what he was doing as he went along so that he could translate the essentials for Yusuf and his brother and try and keep them both at ease as the little operation progressed. First of all a disinfection. Julian swabbed the groin with a bright orange fluid which glistened against the almost golden skin of the youth. Pulling back the loose foreskin he was relieved that there was no tightness or adhesions to complicate his first circumcision. Swabbing the inner skin of the shaft and the little mushroom shaped glans and then firmly pulling the foreskin back to its natural position, Julian asked the two "assistants" to take Faiz by the hands when they saw him take up his syringe. The moment that the sharp needle pierced the skin at the base of Faiz's penis he tensed and let out a gasp. After waiting a moment for the first shot to take effect, Julian introduced a second. Deciding that it was better to be safe than sorry, though without wanting to overdose the youth, Julian waited a couple of minutes more and gave the boy a third shot, half way up the shaft at about the point where he thought he would be placing the cut. Faiz was wonderfully calm and silent as the preparations for his circumcision continued. Just like Yusuf had promised the medical man had made his penis go dead for what lay ahead. Despite having read countless accounts of the operation Julian was still anxious about the overriding question of how much skin should be removed. So many stories of too much too less haunted him. Thinking not only of his fantasy boys from Istanbul and north Africa but also of the Afghan policemen, Abbas Mohammad included, he knew that the required style was moderately severe in leaving at least a third of the shaft exposed. Julian took a thin steel probe and pushed it in between the foreskin and the glans, carefully edging it onwards and downwards towards the point where the moveable skin joined the flesh of the shaft. The probe was clearly visible through the delicate skin and just above the point where it came to rest Julian marked a dot with his surgical pen before repeating the exercise towards the underside on either side of the little shaft. Quite literally joining up the dots, he drew an elongated ring around the penis to guide him in this, his first circumcision. Having poked at the shaft with a pin and seen that there was no reaction from Faiz Julian knew that he could proceed. He asked Abbas Mohammad to explain that he would draw up the foreskin and clamp it along the pen line in strong forceps, ahead of the glans and that then they would wait for five minutes before cutting. Julian pulled with all his might to stretch the foreskin and bring the green line up beyond the glans in order to clamp it. For a moment he feared denuding the shaft too far but as best he could he was following text book directions. The heavy forceps weighed down the little penis in between Faiz's legs while the three adults looked on approvingly. At last, the moment came for the cut. Julian picked up the penis using the forceps and saw that the end of the foreskin had become quite limp like a piece of dead skin. Confident of having crushed the blood vessels he stretched the skin taut, took his sharpest, finest scalpel and pressing the edge against the blades of the forceps, sliced off the foreskin with one sweep of the knife. While Abbas Muhammad held on to Faiz's Hand, Yusuf began to caress the boys forehead in anticipation of the moment when the medical man would open the forceps and his brothers penis would be revealed in its newly circumcised state. Julian was more anxious about that moment than any other. Cautiously he released the lock of the forceps and watched in amazement as the freed skin began to slide down over the glans and slowly come to rest almost half way down the shaft. The very pink flesh below the glans turned a violent red at the wound but mercifully there was little bleeding, only an oozing of blood here and there around the shaft. Both Yusuf and Abbas Mohammad congratulated Faiz in words that Julian did not understand and then leaned down to kiss him enthusiastically on each cheek. Julian meanwhile was reaching for a tube of antibiotic ointment which he proceeded to apply liberally around the wound which he had made. Waiting for a few moments to see if much blood might begin to flow, he smeared a gauze bandage with Vaseline and started to wrap up the little penis ready for its days of healing. Unknown to each other, both Abbas Mohammad and Yusuf thought back to the days of their own circumcisions, the tears, the pain and the rough bandages which had been wrapped around the gaping wounds inflicted by the local barber when he had cut them. Young Faiz was being treated like a prince in comparison. Antibiotic tablets, painkillers and spare bandages given to Yusuf, the proceedings were virtually over. Julian's local anaesthetics would last for a couple of hours yet and Faiz had no difficulty getting down from the table and tying up his pyjama style trousers. "Now we go to feast" announced Abbas Muhammad. "Doctor, you come with us. We go to uncle's house. Friends from mosque join us to celebrate Faiz. Car from police will take us. I have all organised." Julian had hardly time to wash his hands and take off his nurse's coat before Abbas Mohammad was ushering the party out of the consulting room into the waiting vehicle. In less than ten minutes the party had arrived at the walled compound where already around twenty men had gathered to welcome the Faiz and his attendants. Walking steadily and showing no signs of the ordeal he had just undergone, Faiz entered the compound and house amid cries of congratulation, shouts of acclamation the procession made its way to the salon where Faiz was installed in a place of honour, seated on the richly covered divan where his brother had been fellated by Julian Masters whilst Abbas Mohammad had fucked the Englishman so deliciously. Small tables were piled high with pilau rice, mutton biryani, chunks of roasted goat meat, sweet cakes and biscuits. Huge pots of mint tea and dark thick coffee steamed on warmers. The men of Tashmir, in between devouring the food paid their courtesies to young Faiz, some going so far as to open his loose trousers to view the bandaged penis. Almost all pushed into his hands crisp Afghani banknotes, the traditional offering to the newly circumcised. Corporal Julian Masters sat eating silently, unable to comprehend the conversations going on around him. Abbas Muhammad, the benefactor of the day, was surrounded by his compatriots and hardly able to desert the crowd to spend more than a few moments at a time with Julian. Almost finished with biryani, sweet pistachio cakes and mint tea Julian was wondering how to extricate himself from the gathering and return to the military compound when he felt a tug on his shoulder. Turning he saw Yusuf at his side making signs by gesture to say "Come." Following the young man he went out of the house and finished up in an garden annexe, a sort of miniature summer house shaded by tall mountain conifers. The rich aroma of pine suffused the cool air. Entering the dimly lit building Yusuf and Julian sat on a small divan and the youth attempted with his very few words of English to say, "I thank you. Faiz very happy to be man." Leaning over towards the medic who little more than an hour previously had been circumcising his brother, he paced his arms around Julian shoulder and kissed him very tenderly on each cheek. Julian responded by taking Yusuf in his arms. In a moment hands began to explore bodies and very soon trousers had been opened to release stiffening cocks. Julian and Yusuf stroked and caressed each other's ball sacs and hardening cocks reciprocating their touches. Yusuf, never having seen or touched a westerner's cock, was intrigued by the lowness of Julian's circumcision scar so tightly sewn into the grove below the gland and inquisitively ran his fingers into the miniature gap between shaft skin and the helmet. Julian lowered his head to take the youthful Afghan cock into his mouth. Leisurely he worked his tongue in and out of the piss slit, around the base of the helmet and eventually swallowed the handsome cock down beyond its prominent scar. Yusuf responded in like manner. It took not too long for the two to establish a comfortable and easy rhythm, heads bobbing and cocks plunging in and out of their mouths. Julian wanted only that they should cum together and exchange their cream in a moment of shared passion. Yusuf was evidently experienced in the art of giving pleasure and made up for Julian's lack of sensitive inner skin on his shaft by applying considerable suction pressure on the cock as his lips tightened around it. All too soon, both Yusuf and Julian felt a familiar tightening in the groin and an extra hardness of the helmet as their piss lips spread and the shafts began to pulsate in one another's mouths. Strong jets of fluid filled their mouths. They held tightly onto each other as each felt the relief of ejaculation and savoured the creamy fluids. Not a drop escaped for either pair of lips. As if by telepathy, Julian and Yusuf let their cocks soften in the warmth of the other's mouth, not wanting to withdraw until every last drop of man juice had been released and absorbed. Only when they were both completely flaccid did they release themselves and put their lips together to taste the sweetness of their mutual exchange. The End.