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