Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2009 15:42:21 -0700
From: Homer's Odyssey <oremond@earthlink.net>
Subject: Time in Afghanistan

Dudes, it has been a while, but with exams and just living, I'm way behind
the curve.  Unlike most of my stories on Nifty, this one I didn't live
myself.  It is sort of a copendium of a lot of stories that I have been
told by real military dudes.

As usual I need to tell anyone who gets this far that if you are not of an
age where you are legal to read this sort of male to male sex story then
you are supposed to drop your woodie and go to bed and just dream.
Although I don't mention it in the story, every one who is into MxM sex
should practice safe sex and if you do not know how to put on a condom.
Check with someone and buy a cucumber.

There are no copy rights to this story and if you want to copy or plagerize
go ahead.  Who in hell would want to have a copy of this.  I may be a great
writer but Hemmingway I'm not.

Dudes, Ive been adding a little quiz to my Nifty stories and then promising
to give you a list for the right answer .  I got behind on that one too.
I'll try to do better and for you ddudes who sent in your answers I'm
trying, I'm trying.  Here is the quiz for this one.  Which is further
north, Kandahar or Kabul? If you answer to Oremond@earthlink.net , I'll try
to get out a list of my Nifty stories within a week after your telling me
which is further north, Kabul or Kahandar?

So drop the trousers and jockies and get the woodie out and enjoy!  By the
way David, This one is dedicated to you!


There I was, standing on the space between the Helo Pad and the military
bunker in Kabul, Afghanistan.  (Dudes, From time to time I'll cut you in on
things that I believe you should know as the story continues.  Here is the
first note just between us.  I'm writing this as if it was really me that
is in for the action.  No way, I wish it were so, but it is something I put
together in my mind and is a compilation of things I heard from dudes who
were really there and did the hot things that I am writing about.)  My
billet was supposed to be all set up for the military compound and large
Bunker.  I had just arrived on the daily Helo ride from Baghdad and still
had six months to do before I was due for rotation.  I'm a Lieutenant of
Marines and do some covert work on my own and report to an Intelligence
command where ever I am sent.  I'm a hot six foot one inches tall and weigh
160 pounds and pack 6 1/2 inches when hard.  For any of you who remember
I'm cut and love to make a little fun about you uncut dudes.  (Dudes, I
really don't have a preference for cut or uncut.  What matters is what you
do in bed and how you use it.)

There appeared to be a city street about three blocks away from the
entrance of the bunker and Helo pad.  Lots of concrete auto barriers and
razor wire everywhere.  I trudged my officers canvas suitcase to the
entrance of the bunker.  Like the rest of the place, It was heavily
fortified and the sentry on duty had his automatic weapon very handy.  He
passed me through the entrance with a crisp salute and a "welcome aboard,
Sir" Damn the Marine Corps, they could be in the middle of the Sahara
Desert and still act as if they were on a ship in the middle of the
Mediterranian.

I was shown to the officers bunk space and a Lance Corporal assigned me to
a two man room that was presently unoccupied.  I checked in with the
Officer of the Day and went back to my billet.  I dreamed a little about
the cute Lance Corporal, jacked the cock and went to sleep.  The next two
weeks I mostly hung out in the bunker getting briefed about what I was
supposed to be doing.

I was getting a bit stir crazy when I checked out of the compound two weeks
later and made the three block to the city street I had seen when I
arrived.  Wow!  Was i ever suprised!  There was nothing but Afghani dudes.
All shapes and sizes.  Lots and lots of twinks.  (Uncut Dudes, how could I
tell whether they were twinks or not?  Well, if they didn't have beards or
mustaches and were clean shaven and looked hot, what else could they have
been?  Besides, my gaydar was giving me the signal that brought on my
woodie.)  Most of the twinks were in pairs, but there were enough singles
to get my predatory instincks aroused.

I walked down the street a bit further and was hit on three times.  The
pproposition was the same each time. "Hello, Sir, I want to practice my
American English, and would you like to come to my rooms and we can get
acquainted.  I'm gay, if that would make a difference for you!" Jeez, each
one would creat a riot in any bath house in the world.

I had heard that in a lot of Muslem countries the Dudes didn't have much
acccess to female pussy so they mostly resorted to Male to Male sex.  Once
they had tried it a lot of them preferred it and some even formed groups of
young friends to party with.(Uncut dudes, I know that ending a sentence
with a preposition is not grammaticaly correct, but I'm getting hard and
excited and who needs good grammer when they are close to coming?

Well, to cut to the chase.  I had jacked off about a week ago, and I was
carrying quite a load and now I was sporting a hard on.  Anyone who knows
about these things could notice by the 6 1/2 inch bulge in the crotch in my
cammies.  So, guess what?  I responded to the hottest looking one of the
twinks who looked like he was sporting a woodie like me.  He must have been
16 going on 17.  He had some slight black fuz above his upper lip.  When I
nodded my assent to him, he took me by the hand and we walked a couple of
blocks and up some outside stairs and into a small room that barely had
enough room for a double bed and a desk. He told me that his name was Ali,
just like in the Arabian Nights.

He started to undo my cami jacket and said "what do you like to do? I would
like to talk American while we do whatever you like to do!"  I answered
"Anything and everything.  Suck face, suck cock and fuck ass are all in my
repetory. How about you?"  by this time he had me stripped to the waist
while I had his trousers and what moslem's wear for jockies off of him.  He
leaned in to me and planted one hell of a kiss on my mouth and started
tongueing me.  I concccentrated on his shirt and "T" shirt.  It didn't take
long before we were both naked and rubbing our bods together.  He had long
silky black hair around his cock and he was pressing it into my straw blond
hair around my own cock.  He pulled me down on the bed and climbed onto me
in a 69 position and we both started to suck one another's cocks.  I
started to moan and he said "moan in English, please".  It had been a week
and my nuts were full and hard.  not to say that my 6 1/2 inches wasn't so
hard that whenever he sucked, I would shoot some precum.  I didn't want to
stop the sucking, but he had other plans.

"Now, you fuck me, please!  I want you in me and I want to watch you put it
in and out."  Thank God he had some lube as he was tight as they come for
even my pretty normal size cock.  He flung himself on his back, raised his
legs to my shoulders and presented his pink hole to my raging cock.  I
tried to go gently into him but when my cock helmet rubbed against his love
nut, he went wild. As I pumped into him he would spread his spincter
muscles apart as I thrust and tighten them as I pulled almost out.  What
sensational feelings!  As I slowly pumped him, he pulled me into him even
scratching my back in his extasey .  I was so close to coming that I had to
call a short stop.  I was still in his ass and we both were stroking and
caressing each other.  I asked him if he wanted to fuck me for a while and
he said "Oh yes, sir!" With that, I rolled off of him turned on my back and
put my legs on his shoulders this time.

His cock was about 6 inches and quite thin.  Even though it was very hard
it went in and almost immediately started rubbing my prostate. "Oh God, oh
god" I moaned.  And then I shot.  Ropes and ropes of cum poured out of my
cock and shot over both of our bellies.  I couldn't stop it and soon I felt
his warm jiz in my ass.  That sent me off again and he kept coming and
coming too.

After we had come down from the high, he found a rag and sort of cleaned us
both off.  We started 69ing again and in between sucks he said "that was
the best I ever had.  will you come back for more?  I am here every day
except Saturday and would want you any time it is O. K. for you".

Needless to say I dream about this one and have to change my boxer shorts
most every so often.  And don't forget to send the quiz answer for a list
of My Nifty stories.

LOL Lieutenant Andrew C McLean aka Hot Rod