Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2002 00:56:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
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.

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