Afghanistan War Lord
Dudes, This is another story written by Alwx, the author of "Europe" It is another hot one so sit back, unzip and enjoy.
The usual caveats apply and be sure to wear protection for safe sex.
Certain events and activities in the military world are not talked about because they go beyond the "rules" of engagement and behaviour set by society. Unless uncovered or revealed in later decades if ever at all, they remain in the archives of people's memory.
Toward the end of its deployment, Capt Chris Lahm and his platoon (?) of the ??? Marine Expeditionary Unit was assigned to patrol a section of the mountains of Northern Afghanistan and seek out a certain warlord. Lahm and and his men had been selected for the mission because they had good first hand knowledge of the area, and were well tested. They would have to rely on their muscle, wit and whatever else it took to win hearts and minds. Throughout their deployment Lahm and his platoon had learned how to deal with warlords and Pashtun fighters who fight over every piece of scrap, territory, poppy fields, and even over "boys". This is Afghanistan after all, not gay Afghanistan, just Afghanistan like the Greeks of the ancient world.
A week out in their 3 weeks mission, Lahm and his men came to a little valley in a narrow a gorge, unscathed from years of fighting in the region. It looked very secured, undetectable from the surrounding mountains, even from the air. His map did not specify the place, but his interpreter, Lt. Rick Browne confirmed, for sure this is Massoud Jan's domain, the mysterious and elusive warlord. Lahm had gotten to rely on his Pashtun interpreter, Browne, 23: Ivy League, varsity rower, law school drop out, who went to the army linguistics school. Son of an ex-minor diplomat assigned to the Middle East, spent years in the region as child, signed up for the Marines but ended up as CIA operative, now imbedded with Lahm's mission.
Massoud had kept his domain free of outside interference from Russians, Taleban, Al Queda and fellow warlords. No one has really met him, except when fighting him. He kept out of the limelight and firefight, the poppy industry and the boy sex slave horse trading in these mountains. A couple of hours later, Lahm, Browne and a Corporal, were seated in Massoud's bunker, that looked like a holdover from some ancient fortifications. Massoud didn't want anything (never had) to do with the Taleban and Al Queda, but, he felt the Americans understimated him. He would cooperate but after the mission they would have to leave.
In the courtyard, a band of armed Pashtuns arrived laughing and smiling with Afghani boys hugging them, kissing them, arms around their shoulders or holding their hands. The men to men affection wasn't unusual among the Afghanis. To Lahm and his men the p.d.a among men was just the way things were here. Women after all were covered head to toe and kept away from men. Also, the women here look strikingly beautiful with fiery blue/green eyes, only until 20. After, they start looking like hags and sport premature grandmotherly looks.
The leader reported that they saw remnants of the Taleban moving out to Pakistan , and only refugees were trickling back through the passes. Lahm was intrigued by the leader, taller than the other Afghanis, fair haired with eyes, bluish gray, softer than the sharp eyes of the Afghans. After his report, he gave Massoud an affectionate kiss on the lips, disappeared holding his boy's hand.
Massoud had 150 of them spread out over the mountains, "My beautiful boys" he said of his warriors. As he spoke, he would hold his teen boy lover's hand or he would caress the boy's thigh or fondle his groin unconsciously. But, the mysterious warlord like most men in Afghanistan was fascinated with the Americans. What he saw as he checked them out was: Lahm, 28, a McGyver look alike, brown haired, 6 feet; Browne, over 6 feet, dark brown hair, with self-assured, preppy jock look; Cpl Josiah Cooke 20, 5'10, standing by the door of the brick bunker house, dirty blonde, boy next door looks from Iowa, an engaging smile. Beautiful bodies, he thought. But the hot apple in the warlord's hungry eyes was the corporal.
In the courtyard, he came up to Cooke, and stroked his face. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful" was all he said. His hand moved to Cooke's shoulder, his back, checked his arms. The young Corporal did not flinch. He has been there before and learned to ignore them, with the local farmers, warlords even the twinks in Kabul . He just stared directly into Massoud's eyes. Massoud's hand started stroking the back of the corporal's head, feeling his short blondish hair, his shoulders, arms.
Cooke turned to his Captain, requested permission to display affection toward his Captain. Quickly as he said it, slipped his hand in the Captain's. Lahm didn't feel any nervousness in the Corporal's hand, just warm, masculine hands, sort of reassuring. Lahm looked straight into the boy's eyes, put his other hand to the side of Cooke's face, then gave him a soft kiss. Cooke managed to control a fit of giggles coming on, instead looked down, his face blushing. Massoud could only marveled at the beauty of the blushing boy. Browne spoke briefly in Pashtun, said Cooke is the Captain's boy, and explained rules of conduct in the US military without giving too much detail. Massoud smiled, "these are my mountains, you are my guests and you will behave as you please toward your lover."
This is after all where Alexander established his base in his conquest of India . Pashtuns have never forgotten that Alexander had Bagoas, his lover by his side. As Massoud said, it is a tradition in these mountains for men to love boys and warriors to love warriors. The Corporal made his move on the Captain because he didn't want to end up as an Afghan's bargaining chip, and Lahm's was to seal the fact, Cooke was his. The Sargeant had noted mentally the little incident. He concluded this assignment had a different twist, and all of them will have to adapt to certain ways while in their territory.
After giving the men a little tour of the village, the Sarge organized the men, while Massoud took the three Americans down a path. In the bottom of the path, was a shallow pool fed by streams, surrounded by boulders, trapping the sunlight and heat into the pool. In the pool was the fair haired leader with his boy unabashedly naked, washing each other, caressing. To the young Corporal's eyes, it was just a great display of affection - not about two men having sex, just deep affection. He didn't think in terms of porn. Lahm noticed that the man's body was too fair for a Pashtun, and his pubic hair, blonde. Massoud said, "my beautiful sons."
He explained the man is Iskander, a Russian soldier they captured, towards the end of the Soviet rule. While he spoke, Iskander had spread himself on a flat rock, his uncut dick pointing to the heavens. His boy started licking his tool from the balls, to the of base of the shaft, ending on the head. Then in a swift move swallowed the member, and in a few strokes, Iskander's body shuddered, and a groan came out of his mouth. Soon Iskander and his boy joined them totally naked; Iskander half reclined his legs wide open. The boy sat beside him, his hand gently caressing his thighs, and playing with his blonde pubes, now and then gently, playing with his foreskin.
Iskander, was really Alexander, an orphan in the South Urals, just north of Kazakhstan, who was conscripted at 17 by the Russian army, and ended up in Afghanistan . When he was captured, Massoud, then about 30, took him in his care, right away as his lover and sex partner. Massoud had offered to take Iskander back to Russia but refused. Iskander also refused to take one of Massoud's daughter for his wife, instead opting for a young boy (Massoud's real son) for a lover. As he said, "for the first time in my life, I felt love, and how he loved me...to be loved by this beautiful man is a gift I cannot give up." After his little speech, he turned to Massoud, and gave him warm affectionate kiss on the mouth, held it, then stood up his muscular smooth naked like some Greek god and said his goodbyes to the guests.
Turning to Lahm and Cooke, Massoud made insistent gestures to take to the pool. Lahm turned to Cooke, put his hand on the boy's back. "It's our turn," Cooke said with a smile. Lahm was glad the boy was game, with no fear or tension his muscle. They walked towards the pool, took their boots and socks off. Lahm gently took Cooke's hands and guided them to the top button of his cammie. Cooke sweetly unbuttoned the top, then the second, and Lahm's hand went to the boy's shoulders, gently caressing them, slowly moving down the back to the side, and the boy's butt. Throughout, Lahm looked into the boy's eyes, who returned the gaze. The boy unbuckled the pants and slowly pulled his Captain's pants off, finally revealing a 7.5" tool in full attention. As he stepped out of his pants, Cooke was kneeling looking upward to Lahm's pointed cock. Lahm made sure to be nude first, and hoped to be hard as a rock to put the Cooke at ease. Then he returned the favour, undressed the kid, and when the pants went down, the kid's erect cock pointed out to him. They were pleased that so far things had come naturally and easy. After all, they had an audience to convince.
Lahm took his Corporal's hand and stepped into the pool. Then he faced the boy, gave him a kiss, then licking with his tongue the boys lips. All the while, the tip of their cocks occasionally touching, giving them both tingling feeling. In the bright sunshine, Massoud was pleased to see this vision.
This event, this show, wasn't really planned or had been thought of but Lahm, Browne and the men knew in this mission, they might have to put out to win Massoud over. But not with Massoud and his men, but among themselves. The captain and the corporal continued their pas de deux, kissing softly first, then open mouthed. Massoud motioned to his boy, who came down with a little urn that looked like some kind of homemade liquid soap, with sweet herbal smell. The two men slowly rubbed each other with the soap, cleaned each other, with gentle strokes, and occasionally, kissing each other softly.
In Lahm's mind, there was no need to pretend since everything seems to be moving in its own natural way. Lahm then moved Cooke onto the flat rock, gently caressed his body, kissed his nipples which by now were fairly pointed, moved his mouth on the inside of the kid's thighs. Cooke started to moan softly, as Lahm slowly licked the undersides of his balls, his balls, and his shaft. He groaned as Lahm's lips hit the tip of his penis. In one long smooth move, Lahm's mouth went down on the boys shaft, held it in his mouth, savouring it, then pulled slowly up to the tip, then went down again. As he held his mouth almost to the base of the boys cock, Cooke started to shudder, moaned and groaned louder. He spurted right into his Captain's mouth, who swallowed the boy's cum, then gently pulled up, licking and cleaning the shaft. The boy lay for a few minutes, his hands on the captain's head gently caressing it.
The men traded places, and the captain lay on his back, his legs spread apart and the knees slight folded. As soon as the Corporal came face to face with Lahm's cock, he was overcome with a very warm feeling, to see his captain this way, and for a minute just gazed lovingly at the center of his spread out his legs. He first kissed it a few times, then slowly worked on the inside of his thighs, licking the underside of the balls, biting the underside now and then. When he saw his cock at full attention, he licked the top of his penis, making love to it with his lips. Then he took the captain's hands slowly moving him up, and kissed him on the lips, then said, "I think it is better for all to put it in me." They stood up in the water, then Lahm guided Cooke to bend down on the rock. He opened the boy's cheeks, exposing the pink smooth rosebud for all to see. He held it wide open, then tickled it with his tongue, eliciting a moan from the boy. He slowly played with his hole with his finger, until he could insert two fingers in, then replaced it with the head of his cock. Cooke insitinctively pushed up his butt, right into the Captain's cock. Gently, Lahm inserted his cock into the boy, and held it there. Browne noticed Massoud's big smile, and the wide grin from his young boy lover. He too smiled as if relieved. Lahm pushed in further, holding himself inside Cooke, then slowly made grinding movements. His hand found the boy's cock which by this time had grown hard again, while the boy's hand found Lahm's hand and gently squeezed it. Soon, Lahm felt the kid shudder, and both came with loud groans even half a scream from the Corporal.
Massoud on seeing them in ecstasy, smiled at Browne then turned to walk up the path. Browne followed and left the exhausted two in the pool. Lahm and Cooked slipped back in the water, arm over shoulders they looked at each, and kissed and kissed and kissed. Cooke then straddled his captain, looked into his eyes, kissed him, and quietly said, "that was an amazing blowjob. It was my first time." The captain looked into the kid's eyes and smiled. It was also his first time to have actually felt sex.
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Lahm, Browne and Sarge felt that there was a new order here, and made sure the men got all paired up. Whatever the men experienced between them came naturally. Based on the sounds of grown up men in ecstasy, it made up for good morale. The men freely doubled up at night, shared the pool, basked in sunlight enjoying each other's nakedness, and making love in view of anyone. Lahm made sure that nothing would be said about this part of the mission. If ever, he would only admit to that Captain made love to the Corporal for Massoud's benefit. What was left out was that Corporal Cooke had become his lover throughout the mission that the the Corporal admitted he was proud of loving his captain. As for Lt. Browne he skipped the part on his report of how he and the Captain spent a night in passionate love making because as Browne said, he wanted to feel the love of another man, and that Massoud had made a group of Marines, into lovers.