Gramps, Dad, and Marine Zack, 6 Afghan Fantasy

Gramps, Dad, and Marine Zack, 6
Afghan Fantasy

The small market place had been secured, as well as the rest of the “village.” The centuries of past wars and the current war had ravaged any sense of a prosperous and stable future. Squatting a bit to relieve himself from standing, Zack looked about him. The weather worn bricks, the flapping canvases, the illusion of anarchy all blended into a picture of depression, a world without any hope except to survive… yet a world rich in natural wonders, colors, smells, and even with the outdated technology, a world that was exotic. It was the country of Omar Khayyam with a small rusting French car winding its way through the landscape. Zack did not want to stay here any longer than he had to, yet he was fascinated by the foreignness of the experience. He was living in a new world… a nightmarish world, but an exciting world.
As his thoughts drifted, the young Afghani boy approached him and gestured for a cigarette. Zack had mistakenly left the pack exposed and, in Afghanistan, that meant up for grabs.

Afghani

Give me two, and I give you blow job.

Zack

You don’t need to offer me sex because you want a couple cigarettes.

Afghani

They all want my ass. But I just let them fuck me between my legs. We go behind a building into a door way and I give you blow job.

Zack

You don’t have to give me a blow job.

Afghani

You don’t want blow job?

Zack

That’s not what I said.

Afghani

You want blow job.

Zack

No, I don’t want a blow job. I’m not going anywhere with you.

Afghani

You want me to finger your ass. I can do that while we stand so everyone could see, but they don’t.

Zack

No. No sex. This is a war zone. We’re on patrol. Those are my guys over there. Here, take your two cigarettes and go.

Afghani

I know what you want. You want to see my meat. I show you meat. You like that. I can show right here. You like???

Zack

I’m not looking.

Afghani

You no look, I let it stay out and it gets bigger and your friends can see it.

Zack

OK. I like it. Put it away.

Afghani

I jerk you off. I make you cum.

Zack

But what about your f****y?

Afghani

I have no f****y. I on my own. Me take care of me.

Zack

No f****y?

Afghani

The Taliban leveled our house. My dad and mom and s****r fled into Pakistan, and I go with Taliban and work as house servant. And then I escape and come here. I get to Kabul one day.

Zack

That’s hard. Here you take the whole pack of cigarettes.

Afghani

I live three days on these cigarettes.

Zack

Live for three days?

Afghani

This is food for me. I sell. I trade. I eat.

Zack

Where do you sl**p?

Afghani

There are empty places. You want to cum? You go take leak and, you can suck on it. You get it real big. Real big. Then you fuck me. I even let you have my ass. I take cigarettes and you see where I go. You want to suck it and then fuck me.

Afghani boy gets up and walks away in plain sight toward an unprotected, open area. Zack glances over in his direction every now and then, while also keeping an eye on his buddies who are also relaxing and talking amongst themselves.

Out of the mundane silence the high pitched sound of propelled armament whizzes overhead and all hell breaks loose. Mortar rounds fall all around the center of the town. Zack sees three of his buddies scramble for cover as they disperse when his attention is diverted to the Afghani boy who is signaling Zack to follow him into what appears to be an open and vulnerable area. It is, however, an area that is not going to be bombed because the lands belong to the mosque. Following on fairly closely, Zack keeps his attention fixed before him and around him while he lets the Afghani boy lead him away from the center of the village.

In a building within eyeshot of the mosque, the Afghani boy and Zack take shelter. The Afghani tries to engage Zack in the subject of sex, but the mortar attack, the inability of anybody to contact command completely turns Zack off to any fooling around, even the banter of fooling around.

A short time later, about dusk, a small patrol of Afghani soldiers in the local War Lord’s territory enters the building, disarms Zack, and takes him with them to the War Lord Kaffir’s temporary headquarters.

Standing in front of Kaffir, Zack takes in the wounded plastered walls, the vacant window jambs, and the illusion of organization. He remembers that movie where a guy worms his way into Castro’s hotel headquarters. Lots of activity with lots of uniforms.

Kaffir

So what did you learn today?
Silence.

Kaffir

Let us talk like men, not like enemies. I am not your enemy. Yes, I, perhaps, have a different faith… if one can really define what faith is when doctrinal differences become entirely abstract… at some point, all faith is the same, dealing with the same universe, the same worlds, the same consciousness… and God is a matter of semantics…

Where are you from?

Zack

New York state.

Kaffir

Near the city?

Zack

Yeah. You know I’m not supposed to tell you anything.

Kaffir

Let’s lay our cards on the table. I was educated in America for about 16 years. I travelled all over the country. I saw many things. I know that you know nothing of worthwhile intelligence that I can’t get from other sources. I just want to spend the night with you.

Zack began looking with a greater intensity at Kaffir. In his early 40’s, rugged, dark skin, wild black hair, muscular build, masculine handsomeness, the man before him began to interest him.

Zack

What the fuck is going on? Ain’t I your prisoner?

Kaffir

Quite the contrary. You are my guest. Your friends are being fed and tended to. We will e****t you to a transition point tomorrow. You got caught up in a deal that has nothing to do with your occupation. It was a local matter that was being handled, shall we say, with a bit of f***e? The presence of American troops was not fed into the equation when this operation began. You are a casualty of war, but a local d**g war, not the big bad international war that makes corporations rich and keeps the people deprived. But so much for cynicism. You are my guest. I have prepared a room in which we can relax and hang out. Come with me. Or you can run out into the darkness unarmed and alone. Let us eat, drink, and smoke together. I will treat you like my son.

Zack stands his ground while reeling internally at this situation. He is being given an opportunity to party with the enemy… well, maybe, he isn’t the enemy… or an enemy that at least doesn’t want to kill him. He is hungry and he isn’t being tortured, so with the impulsiveness and fluidity of thought that is characteristic of the real, genuinely real Marine, Zack nods, “Yes,” and is led into a side room through a heavy curtain. In the room, he sees hangings on the walls, rich, colorful carpets, portable tables, cushions everywhere. In the center of this confluence of Oriental splendor sits a huge, intricate hookah, dominated by a large blue glass bowl, whose shredded brown contents are easily visible.

Kaffir

Make yourself comfortable. Tea will be coming in a moment. Relax. Find a spot that fits your body and lie back. Here. Take this. Ibrahim. You give him some cigarettes. Ibrahim will light the pipe and then we can begin smoking. The hashish contains opiates.

Zack
Some society woman once said you can’t be too rich or too thin. She was wrong. You can’t be too high.

Kaffir
I think we are going to have a good time tonight.

Zack

I hope so. I need some relief. This war shit is for the birds. I want to get back stateside. Be able to jump into my truck and go where I want to go. Not taking orders all the damn time.

Kaffir

How’s the tea? We’ll get a fire going in that portable heater over there, so we’ll be totally comfortable. That’s right. Take short tokes and let the smoke settle inside you before you release it. Now take a sip of tea to clean the palette… and pull the smoke slowly into the base… that’s it … now pull it into your lungs and without straining, hold it for a while and then release it.

Zack

Let me watch you do it.

Kaffir

Let’s pull on it together. Suck slowly and watch as the smoke fills the lower part. Now into our lungs. Sweet. Release. Yes. Let’s do that again. Right. You ready? O.K. Now… Ibrahim… more flame on the bowl. That’s it… Pull slowly… suck slowly… now into your lungs.

Zack has a coughing bout.

Kaffir

That’s it. You’re getting off. Now just relax… and we can enjoy ourselves… Is it warm enough for you?

Zack

Hey… hey… this is good shit… really good shit…

Kaffir

You just haven’t smoked in a while.

Zack

We get piss tested… Shit, what’ll happen if I get pissed tested after this?

Kaffir

You tell them you were my guest. They will understand, believe me… A little dope is no big deal. I asked if it is warm enough in here for you to take off your shirt?

Zack

Hell, yeah. It’s warm enough to strip everything off.

Kaffir

You said it, not me. Show me your body. I want to get hard.

Zack

You want to see my body?

Kaffir

That’s why you’re here and your friends are elsewhere. It’s you that I’m interested in.

Zack

I heard about your kind of Afghans… I heard these Afghan men get together and have parties in which boys imitate girls and entertain the men. The men even fight over the boys like they fight over women. Are you one of those kind of men who likes boys?

Kaffir

I like particular kinds of young men. I like American Marines.

Zack

Then you like me.

Kaffir

Of course, I like you. I’ll tell you what… You take off your shirt so I can see your chest and belly… and we’ll take a couple more tokes off the pipe… and we’ll have some ouzo shots together.

Zack

Here goes.

Kaffir

Man. You have some great tattoos.

Zack

You like them.

Kaffir

They are impressive. Your f****y coat of arms on your chest… and a half sleeve with the four skulls. Man, you are really well tattooed. Come closer, and show them to me.

Zack

Ask Ibrahim to light the pipe again.

Kaffir

Anything you say.

Kaffir nods and Ibrahim appears and lights the pipe as the two men pull slowly together on the burning hash, inhaling the delights of both dreams and hopes and expectations. A second, and then third toke ensues. Zack falls back onto the cushions, looking longingly into Kaffir’s eyes.

Zack

Now you take off your shirt for me. You look like you have a strong man’s body.

Kaffir

You’ve seen your father before.

Zack

Yeah, but my real dad doesn’t look anything like you. He’s manly, all right, but he’s not what I would call a warrior. You’re a fucking warrior, man. You’re the real thing. You’re a War Lord in a war torn land.

Kaffir

That I am. I am a father to all the young men. I am your father. Tonight you have a new father. I have a new son. Son, let’s drink to that.

Zack

Let’s drink to that. A son can’t have too strong a dad! And, I guess, he can’t have too many dads, either.

Kaffir

Here’s to having many dads for many sons!!!

They drink. Ibrahim pours a second round.

Zack

Show me your upper body, Dad!

Kaffir takes off his vest, then unbuttons his shirt and flings it to the corner of the room. Zack is astounded at the sculptural perfection and solidness before him.

Zack

Man, you’ve got a hell of a body… Son, Dad, Mr. Fucking Universe… no one’s got anything on you.

Kaffir

Thank you, son. Follow Ibrahim and he will take to you the bath, so you can get cleaned up after this horrific day.

About twenty minutes passes and, dressed in a robe, Zack returns to the cushioned extravagance, seeing Kaffir, also in a robe, lying at total ease with the end of the pipe stem in his hand.

Kaffir

Make yourself comfortable.

Another round of ouzo and a couple more tokes.

Kaffir

Stand up, please. O.K. Now stand right here in front of me.

Zack

Anything you say.

Kaffir reaches up and opens the robe and places his hands on Zack’s genitals. Zack doesn’t flinch… in fact, he’s thinking, “Thank, God, the party has begun.” Zack is instantly hard.

Kaffir

I’m glad you like this. I’m glad you wanted this. When two people want the same thing in each other, they experience God. Your looks and your beauty are Allah’s gifts to me, for which I am thankful.

Kaffir stands in front of Zack and causes Zack’s robe to fall to the floor. Kaffir then allows his robe to fall, also.

Kaffir

Put your hand on it.
The men begin to jack one another. After moments of the hot interchange, Kaffir motions Zack down onto the cushions.

Kaffir

You lie beside me and let me feel your body. But first you dance.

Zack

I don’t dance and there’s no music.

Kaffir

There will be music. And all you have to do is move to the music. You’ll find the rhythm in the music. There are two things I live for. I live to kill. I live to love. I am a hardened voluptuary. Everything I want comes to me. You have come to me.

Zack

So I’m your white American play toy?

Kaffir

I have scars. I have body fat. I have too many years. I have been doing this for too many years. I like boys. I don’t want to make love to a contemporary. I want my sons. I want my boys. I like you. You are everything I desire. You have come to me out of the dreams of war. This experience, this night could never happen if men didn’t kill themselves for noble causes. You American Marine fighting man, you killer, you lean, mean killing machine. You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for war. I could not touch you except for the greed of war being in operation. From time to time, the world needs shaking up.

Zack

Yeah, like you guys haven’t been shaking it up for the past 50 years.

Kaffir

More like 3,000 years. In that time, Egypt vanished, Rome rose and fell, Suleiman the Magnificent stood at the gates of Vienna, and Europe blew itself up twice in the 20 Century…. And the poppies still grow. Ancient ways divide my people. So we fight. We find meaning in warfare, in tactics, in logistics, in evasion. But let us not talk of politics and history. Let the music begin.

From behind a curtain, digitally reproduced music begins… modern music touched by the hand of Eastern tradition… rhythmical and exotic, easily enjoyed.

Kaffir

Just sway a bit. Now move your hips.

Kaffir stands before him, placing his hands on Zack’s hips and they both begin to find the rhythm together. Slowly, Zack becomes aware of the current that is flowing between him and Kaffir. Zack’s erection hardens into the sweet pain of young sexual urgency. Also, slowly, an earthy spicy aroma fills the air. Kaffir is now touching Zack’s tits, tantalizing them, feeling them twitch and harden.

Kaffir

If you were my biological son… If I had a son of my loins like you, I don’t know if I could resist him or not. Though these youthful nipples are ones I wish my son to have had, and the fullness of your chest and the form of your shoulders and upper back are equally enviable, I would be tempted with every glance in his direction, as I am when I look at you. I caress true genuine beauty when I run my hands over your body and feel your smooth flawless skin.

Zack

And I don’t think a son could be prouder of his father than a son of yours. To be a genuine warrior, the strength of your body, the weight of your experiences. I desire these. If I were your son, I would have welcomed your touch. I would have loved being with you…. Walking, trekking beside you and catching glimpses of your great strength instead of sucking my b*****r Jonah off every time our parents left home.

Kaffir

Let us smoke some more, Marine, and I will adopt you as my son. Your flesh will become my flesh. Your desire, my desire. This night will be the night that will come but once to each of us in this lifetime and the memory of this night will be clear inside us 50 years from now as it is as this very moment. Nothing will ever match this time we share, so let us share it well.

Zack

I’m all for that.

Ibrahim arrives carrying a tray filled with various jars and bottles.

Kaffir

As far as I am concerned, you are my son. Now, the question is… if I knew that this was the last night we were to have together, what would I tell him? What would you want to hear, Zack? I can call you Zack, right?

Zack

Yeah, sure. What do I call you?

Kaffir

Father.

Zack

O.K., Father. So you want your son?

Kaffir

Yes, sure, why not? If I had a son I had not seen in years and he returns to me a warrior, a United States Marine, tattooed with images of death, beautifully built… as you appear before me, I would want to possess him. I would love to experience him; that is you. Yes, I want you.

Zack

What exactly do you want to do with me?

Kaffir

I want to open you up into a world of sexual spirituality, that for you to realize that we, you and I, are as archetypal as Krishna and Arjuna, two spirits addressing one another in a moment, a moment as special and important as the moment that prompts Arjuna to have doubts about his actions. We are participating in the great dance, partners tonight and yet for all time, asking and answering the concerns of our lives and our concern right now is sexual desire; another is forgetfulness... to forget beyond these walls a war is raging between powers that have nothing to do with one another. I want to drive you crazy and I want you to drive me crazy. I want to get to know the basis of who you are.

Zack

That’s a mighty tall order.

Kaffir

You don’t know my resources. It’s achievable, believe me.

Zack

What part do I have in this?

Kaffir

As active or passive as you wish. If you were my son, you would value cleanliness above all else. You would want to have your genitals free of any hair.

Zack

You mean shave my pubes??? I don’t know about that one.

Kaffir

It’s a request of religious and social practice.

Zack

O.K. Why not? A couple tokes and then, where’s the shaving cream and a razor?

Kaffir

We’ll do the tokes. Our friend who brought the tray in will provide you with the service you seek.

Zack

What service?

Kaffir

The barber. He’ll lather you up and shave you and clean you up afterwards.

Zack

I’ve got to think about that. I’ve never let a strange guy close to my genitals with a razor.

Kaffir

While you were being interviewed, he shaved mine. What do you say to Ibrahim bringing us another round?

Zack

I’d say I’m a little more at ease with a shot than I am with a razor.

Kaffir

Ibrahim. Now, Zack, would you prefer he got a safety razor rather than a straight edge?

Zack

Yeah, that’s it… a safety razor. I came here in tact and I want to leave in tact.

Kaffir

You think your father’s a maniacal sadist? That I would mutilate my son, my son, if only for a night.

Zack

Like I’ve never been in a situation like this. I don’t know what to expect. You hear a lot of weird shit on those law shows… people do some really, really horrible things to one another… and war, sometimes, is the excuse to do the worst things legally. No, I don’t think you would do anything like that, but my mind’s taking in everything.

Kaffir

So you don’t think I’m going to fuck you and at the moment you climax, I put a bullet through your head and I get to experience a real life snuff moment.

Zack

Except for the fact that I would be dead, I could see that as a hot scene.

Kaffir

Except for the fact I want you to remember this initiation into your own manhood, into the depths of your own depravity and desire. The only harm I want to do to you is welcome you as a participant into the league of those who can never look back, those who are f***ed into a questionable future, those who constantly feel the breath of potential emotion within them. You will know yourself more than you ever have when we part.

Zack

You’re telling me that what we are going to do is going to affect me for the rest of my life. I can get down with that. What about Ibrahim lighting the bowl again.

Kaffir

Spoken like a true voluptuary.

Zack

I don’t know what that means exactly, but I think I get the idea.

Kaffir

It’s a fun way of saying you like to party, to accept whatever comes along, always looking for pleasure.

Zack

I’ve been like that since I was 12. Hey, I’m having a great time.

Kaffir
With your father?

Zack
No, never with Dad. It was because of my older b*****r Jonah. The taught me how to jack off and suck dick.

Kaffir
And who taught him?

Zack
I think it was dad.

Kaffir
So your dad taught your older b*****r and your older b*****r taught you, but you, yourself, never did do anything with your father? Is that right?

Zack
That’s right.

Kaffir
Did you ever have a desire for your dad? Did you ever want to do anything with him?

Zack
This is going to sound fucking ass weird… but the man I wanted so bad wasn’t it my dad, it was his dad, my granddad. I can’t explain it. He caught me and Jonah once…. And I always thought he’d been watching a lot longer than he pretended to be… and it looked like there was a bulge in his pants, and, if I remember correctly, a wet spot on his trousers, so I was thinking he was getting off on me and Jonah. I don’t know. One summer when we were staying at this really primitive cabin with a separate shower unit, I saw him beat off once and it turned me on in such a way I’d never known…Oh, yeah, and he’s fucked me. I wanted to and I didn’t want to at the same time. He fucked me before I came to Afghanistan. I was only going to edge him and ride him, but that cock of his. It just called out for my ass. He never pressed it. I wanted it. I really wanted it… and it was as good as I had imagined. He’s a great lover… he may be a grampa, but he knows how to work his meat and, even better, he knows how to work yours. And I miss it. I didn’t go by his place that often. I didn’t want to get too used to it… and I didn’t want him taking over my life… so I didn’t go by as often as my ass told me to… and I guess I regret it now… because, to be honest, I’ll work my ass while I’m jacking off and think how he fucks me so fine. Damn, I miss him… and I’m really pissed I didn’t go by more often… It wasn’t from want of desire. I guess it was my way of being in control, when I knew, Gramp was in control. It’s hard for me to give up control. I want everything to go my way all the way and all the time.

Kaffir

But that is not the way of life. Life is so simple, yet so completely complex… the simplest evolves into the non understandable, so we use the gifts of life to help us through. Yes, in this valley of tears, music, ouzo, hashish, opium all blend to give us a touch of nirvana, if only for a little while. I’m having a good time, too.

Zack

This is some awesome shit we’re smoking. I mean I can’t believe I’m telling you all this really personal shit. My head seems to go from one wave of thought and feeling to another.

Kaffir

Yes, that is one of the marvels of opium. Just doing it every once in a while lets one give in to so many things. Even truth. But before he shaves you, you need a massage.

Zack

I’m putty in your hands, Dad.

Kaffir

Son, I want to open some doors for you. I want to use your senses to reach your soul. My purpose, like Kali’s, is to destroy, but the destruction is more like a deconstruction of previous thoughts. Son, we will not be together after this night. We have this one night to make memorable, and we shall remember it in both our lives. The image of us together and this night will rise before you as you climax with a totally different person under totally different circumstances.

Kaffir nods to Ibrahim and continues…

By the way, Son, Salaam is going to massage you nude. I want you to enjoy the majesty of his cock when he shows it to you. There is only one warning: Do not touch it. But I want to hear how much you want to touch it. Perhaps, you may even want it in your mouth.

Salaam the masseur enters and goes to the tray with the small bottles and jars. In one jar is a cocaine laced ointment that the masseur will use between Zack’s butt crack and slowly introduce into Zack’s ass. Before opening any of the jars or bottles, Salaam takes off his covering and stands before Zack in all his splendid glory. Salaam opens a bottle and pours a liquid into his hands. He massages his hands together and then places them on Zack’s back as he works the liquid into Zack’s skin, warming it as the long, firm strokes progress. Salaam’s dick brushes itself beside Zack’s arm and grows a bit. Salaam stands in front of Zack with a full erection that pulsates. Salaam works Zack’s shoulders and neck, having added more of the warming liquid to Zack’s skin.

Kaffir

Salaam, step away from the Marine Son. Zach, you move to that part of the divan and stretch out, with your hands at your side. Now look at the dick.

Zack

What else can I look at?

Kaffir

It’s called focus.

Zack

It’s just like I’ve never seen a dick like this before. Sure, I’ve seen the big boys in the shower, and I have an idea where I fit into the scheme of things. But what he’s got. I ain’t never seen before. I mean I’ve seen plenty of porn in my time, and I’ve seen some black monster cocks, but this dude is beyond words.

Kaffir

In that case, tell me what you are thinking? Do you want to hold it, suck on it, lick it? Do you want him to open up your hole and turn it into a willing pussy hole for me? Do you want him to put two fingers inside you and let you ride them? Do you want to put it in your hands? Squeeze it? Look closely at the huge head and forearm shaft? But before you can touch it, tell me, describe to me what’s going on inside you.

Zack

Wow!!! Man. That’s a tall order. I guess I’d say amazement. Surprise. Like this isn’t jacking off behind a fence knowing there are people walking by just a few feet away, or sucking your b*****r off in the den when your parents are at a party. Like I said, I’ve never seen anything like this before. I’ve never even come close to imagining such a thing. It’s so large, it’s almost like a statue, something in the church of the flesh. A statue you would light a candle to and fall on your knees and worship it. And the one thing you would ask for is ecstasy.

Kaffir

Good, son. You have an inner life. You think. It’s very important to think… to question… to decide. You make your own decisions, don’t you?

Zack

I do.

Kaffir

Your tattoos. You weren’t d***k or stoned, were you? Tell your father.

Zack

When you face death at an early age, you are changed forever. I was not allowed the illusion of immortality. I had looked death in the face as a teenager.

Kaffir

Not too many years ago.

Zack

Not too many years ago. I chose to embrace death in order to live. Life lived against the backdrop of death is a good life. It is the life of no regrets.

Kaffir

Spoken like a true warrior. Hence, the skulls. Symbols of the transience of life. Momenti Mori. The sad journey that leads but to the grave.

Zack

Isn’t it the paths of glory that lead but to the grave?

Kaffir

The paths of glory mean only you killed more men than the enemy did.

Zack

Touche’.

Kaffir

Take another hit from the pipe. Yeah… like that… a deep, numbing toke. Experience the splendors of a****l excess.

Zack

I don’t think I’ve ever, ever seen a dick that big. I haven’t even been able to imagine a dick that huge. What could I do with it?

Kaffir

What would you like to do with it?

Zack

I would definitely want to put my hands on it. And the only other thing I could do is lick it like an ice cream cone.

As the two men talk, Salaam works each of Zack’s arms.

Kaffir

You could suck the part under the head on the underside. I think he would enjoy that.

Zack

Who does he fuck?

Kaffir

Salaam has a wife and a f****y. He fucks his wife only when they want to have k**s. Otherwise, he fucks her outside her body between her breasts. Let Salaam rub his cock over your body. You’ll be amazed at the way the touch of his cock will make you feel.

In Pashtun, Kaffir suggests to Salaam to begin rubbing and massaging Zack’s body with his cock. Salaam places Zack on his back, placing Zack’s arms behind his head, exposing his body to easy access. Salaam at first merely stands close to Zack and presses his cockhead against the side of Zack’s chest. In this manner, Salaam encircles Zack, even rubbing his dick against the back of Zack’s hands and fingers, knowing Zack had been forbidden from clutching his manhood. Salaam then takes his cock in his hand and directs its intent. Making love to Zack’s neck with the head of his cock, Salaam teases him behind his ears and on the back of his neck, then over his forehead, down his nose, brushing the cockhead against Zack’s by then trembling lips, over his chin, and back down to his neck and then his chest. With pre-cum beginning to flow out of his cock slit, Salaam deposits the liquid on the nipple and then massages the entire tit with his dick. With the nipple aroused and hard, Salaam begins to tease his piss slit with the hardening nipple, urging it into his piss slit as if the two body parts were fucking one another.

Quickly, Salaam goes around to Zack’s left side and repeats the action. While his left nipple is fucking his piss slit, Salaam is working the other well lubricated tit, watching as Kaffir was watching, the writhing and hardened Zack, moaning and admitting he wants to grab it, he wants to suck it.

Zack

How do you guys think up this shit? He’s got me trembling all over like some high school girl around a football player and he hasn’t even touched my dick. I never even thought somebody could do something like this to me. Yes, I want to touch it. I want to squeeze it and pull on it. I want to lick the pre-cum from his head and lick his head. He’s driving me wild and his dick is fucking my nipple.

Kaffir

Yes… wait ‘til he starts pressing his head against your chest and your nipple is absorbed by his dick. I know you have never felt that before.

Zack

Never. God, sex is never going to be the same for me after this. Are you making me feel this good with this giant of a man only to make me suffer later on without him and without you?

Kaffir

No, the lesson is to value, like a religious experience, whomever you are with. Each sex act is a revelation of the pure energy of desire for God. To want to experience oblivion, even the oblivion of sex, is to want to experience God. There is no such thing as sordid sex. Sex is pure desire. It is the expression of our desires to feel extra special, to feel out of the norm, to feel all the neurons exploding inside us. Of course, man, because he has perverted the sexual f***e by identifying it with evil, has lost touch with the real power of sex. He thinks gratification is the goal. Desire, raised to the highest pitch, is the goal… the desire to be more aware of oneself than one is at any other time. It matters not against which soft flesh, male or female, that we consummate our desires, but that we feel, we experience the extra worldliness of desire and then of consummation.

Have you ever felt your nipples fucked this way before?

Zack
Sure, I’ve had my nips eaten and sucked before, but never fucked by another guy’s dick slit. That’s a new one! I’m going to remember this shit when I jack off. This is too hot!!!

Kaffir

You’re going to have other adventures. I would not want you for a son if I thought you wouldn’t live your life, make your own decisions, discover your many talents and skills, make love as if there is no tomorrow, bath your consciousness in self-consciousness, and welcome every dawn. You think that’s the way you want to live?

Zack

Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah. Whatever you say. Boy, I want to put my hands on it. I want to touch it so badly.

Kaffir

Good. Revel in your not being able to do exactly what you want when you want to do it. Revel in the restraint, in the desire, in the feeling. Drink in the image with your eyes, imprint it into yourself, and you will remember it, indeed.

Zack

Dad, you don’t know how much I want to reach out and gratify my desire.

Kaffir

Building your desire is your gratification. Young men want to blow their nut the moment they get hard. That is the way of the unlearned and unschooled

At that point, Salaam turns Zack onto his stomach and places pillows beneath him that elevate and expose his ass. Salaam walks around and stands in front of Zack; Salaam’s cockhead is inches from Zack’s mouth, with pre-cum, dripping easily from its slit.

Kaffir

I know you want to suck it.

Zack

Suck on it would be more like it, but I’d sure lick it. Slurp up that love juice. I’ve never seen so much pre-cum come out of a guy before.

Kaffir

Tell me how much you want it, son.

Zack

I want it like I wanted that pony when I was ten years old. I want it.

Kaffir

Don’t move. I’m going to instruct Salaam to approach you, but you can only lick the pre-cum from his head. Use just your tongue. If you use your lips, Salaam goes away. The dream ends.

Zack

So the only thing I can do is lick it? Right?

Kaffir

That’s it. Lick it only. If your lips brush the head, pull back immediately. You are to use only your tongue and lick the pre-cum from his piss slit. Go, Son.

Kaffir nods and Salaam slowly moves the head of his cock to within a hair’s breath of Zack’s lips. Zack opens his mouth and brings the tip of his tongue to the edge of the silvery juice. Zack licks the hole from bottom to top and then returns the fluid to his mouth to savor its essence. More pre-cum flows. Zach more aggressively sticks out his tongue to gain more of the liquid. A real slurp and into the gullet. Zack is drinking pure intoxication with each extension of his tongue. Such sweetness he had never experienced. Kaffir nods and Salaam backs away.

Zack

Gee, Dad, I was having so much fun.

Kaffir

Son, the evening isn’t over.

Kaffir

Tell me how much you want it. You do want it, don’t you?

Zach

I do. I do. But I can’t seem to get the words out.

Kaffir

The words you are perhaps ashamed to let a father hear. Are you hard?

Zack

Yes, I’m fucking hard. Hard as a rock, harder than I think I’ve ever been.

Kaffir

In that case, lie as you are and Salaam will begin to massage your ass…. He will make it a pussy with his fingers. You will want a dick up your ass when he is through opening you up. What do you say to another hit on the pipe?

Zack

Hey, Dad, it’s your party.

Now the jar of ointment laced with cocaine is opened, and Salaam begins by placing the first dab on the outer edge of Zack’s ass. As he massages the ointment around in the general area, his dick continues to rub against Zack’s body. More ointment placed at the point of entry. Salaam’s fingers feel the loss of resistance as he pushes the ointment more deeply into Zack’s totally d**gged ass.

Kaffir

Do you want to feel his finger all the way inside you?

Zack
As long as he doesn’t do anything to hurt me.

Kaffir

Salaam will never do anything to hurt you. He will give you pleasure, but he will never hurt you. I will never hurt you.

When Salaam’s finger is totally inside for the first time, Zack lets out with a breathy and unrestrained, “OH, YEAH.”

Two or three more times, the finger enters with more of the magic ointment that allows more than one finger to make its presence felt.

Kaffir

What are you feeling?

Zack

I don’t know if I can answer that. I’m feeling 20 million pleasurable conflicting agonies that are being beaten into submission by waves of pleasure. I’m welcoming the violation. I’m feeling weird. I mean with you, Pop, and this huge dicked man having his way with my ass and I’m not freaking out or anything.

Kaffir

Do you want him to push his finger in a little more deeply and open you up a little more?

Zack

Daddy, tell him to do anything he wants to do. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

Kaffir

Perhaps, some more lubricant?

Zack

Yeah. How many fingers?

Kaffir

One. But let him make your pussy hole wetter and more relaxed. Do you want him to try two fingers?

Zack

His fingers are so thick. It’s like each finger is a little dick.

Kaffir

If you take both fingers, you can jack his dick and suck on it, if you like?

Zack

Hey, Dad, you’re not turning me out, are you?

Kaffir

Just the opposite. I’m turning you on to you. I don’t care what sex you’ve ever had before tonight, it will not equal it in any measure. Now get on all fours with your ass facing that huge cock. And you will feel the ecstasy of anticipation as fingers work your ass. He will build to two fingers deeply embedded within you and then you turn over on your back with his fingers still inside you. With his fingers in your ass, he will present his tool to you and you may touch it. When his two fingers fill you, which I think they are in the process of doing, he will place his dick in your hand, and you can grasp its thickness.

Zack

Damn, Man. It’s like grabbing a fucking baseball bat. Oh, Damn. This is unreal. I mean I’ve seen some way out porn with some huge motherfuckers, but I ain’t seen or felt anything like this. I can’t make my thumb and fingers touch. Man, this is something else. And his fingers are making me oh so hot. Yeah, work that ass, Salaam. Move’em around inside… slowly, and press the hot spot. Oh, YEAH. You hit it. I want a dick up my ass now.

Kaffir
I totally understand… and now that you are relaxed and open, now that your pussy hole is claiming its birthright, why don’t we let Salaam warm your tail up a bit? You know, give it a few well placed swats so I can see your hot pink ass. You have had your ass warmed up before, haven’t you? Because you’ve been a bad boy. But you don’t have to be a bad boy to feel the bl**d rush to turn your ass cheeks pink and blushing. You can just be a young man who wants and needs a special kind of attention, a firm hand, letting you know who you are involuntarily submitting to. You are here at this moment because you want to revel in the anticipation of the raised hand coming down hard with confidence and decision upon your willingly offered tail. You not only want the pain of pleasure and punishment, they also feed your need, that need you never knew you had until someone awakened it within you…. Being swatted into another realm of feeling. It’s your dream. You want to feel the firm hand, your need, and your hurt. How hard are you now, son?

Zack

I’m bursting. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard and I’m not even touching myself.

Kaffir

You want Salaam to give you his hand, son?

Zack

I want him to start wearing out my ass.

Kaffir

And then you’ll take his two fingers again up your reddened ass.

Zack

Thank you, Dad.

Kaffir

I want a son who is hard, who can deal with life as it presents itself to him. A man who is open to all possibilities. Salaam, he wants to feel your hand. His ass is quivering awaiting the palm of your hand.

SLAP!

Zack

Oh, Yeah. Oh, Yeah!

Kaffir

Say, “Thank you,” every time he hits you. This is a rare moment, son. You are passing your own test, the test of your limits as you know them.

SLAP!!

Zack

Thank you.

Kaffir

Thank you, Father. Say, “Thank you, Father.”

SLAP!

Zack

Thank you, Father.

Kaffir nods to Salaam.

The series of firm and sometimes firmer swats continues with the obligatory and sometimes emotional, “Thank you, Father’s.” The volume of the contact increases sporadically. Finally, unable to speak through the pain and twisted pleasure, the tears cover his words. Falteringly, after the extreme of physical exertion, the final “Thank you, Father,” is uttered with the cry of total submission. Whipped and drained, having come out on the other side of a brutal ecstasy, Zack welcomes the music and the soothing, massaging hands Salaam now treats him to. Zack can now welcome the probe, the ultimate violation and degradation he can allow himself. As Salaam’s hands slide down the inside of his backside crack, the fingers flnd the totally willing and totally anesthetized boy pussy. Salaam begins to tease it.

Lightly, rubbing the surface, his fingers trace circles and spirals along the outermost area. Salaam at that point lifts and separates Zack’s ass cheeks, bringing the boy pussy to his mouth and tongue. Salaam’s tongue reiterates the paths of his fingers around the outside of Zack’s hole. Zack is burning inside, a boiling cauldron heated by the miracle of the night, the miracle of Afghanistan, and the miracle of Kaffir himself.

Salaam lowers Zack and returns him to his all fours. Before his eyes, Salaam’s manhood excites Zack with the same intensity as Salaam’s fingers and hands have excited his ass and pussy hole.

Zack

Thank you, Father. You are giving me more than I have ever had given to me before. I’m on all fours, looking at something before tonight I never knew existed in a man and my bl**d pulsing ass cheeks throbbing inside me as I give up my hole to a total stranger.. and all this in front of “Dad.” I’ve never felt as naked. It’s like everything I think of as “me” is totally transparent. Like everything I’ve ever thought or done is being blasted by a blinding light. And you’re looking through me with this light. It’s like all I am is feeling. It’s like I’m in someone else’s body, being blown away, but I’m the one feeling it.

There are moments when I feel solid and then other times when I feel I’m only feeling, consciousness. I’m a mass of feelings, jumping here and there, the burning hot chili pepper that’s focused in your mouth but burns through your entire body.

How many fingers does he have up my ass now?

Kaffir

Two. You have wanted this moment all your life. You are realizing your deepest desire. For all your life, physical touch has been your validation. I can tell with you there has been negative touching, but touching nonetheless. The tighter, the more invasive the touch into your body, the more your spirit is aroused. As Salaam penetrates your ass, your soul is screaming, “Oh, yes! Yes, Yes, Lord!” This is what I always dreamed of experiencing.

Zack

O.K. O.K. You are so right. Bands… waves… torrents of energy and pleasure. It’s like I’m all feeling. Like I can’t tell where his fingers end and my body begins.

Kaffir

That’s where you want to be. We have each brought ourselves this moment, son. Secretly, within ourselves, we have wished for the union of the spirit. Your youth has found a father, and my maturity has found a long lost son.

Zack

All’s I can say, Dad… Father… Male icon. I never imagined our meeting would be like this and it would be this hot.

Kaffir

Absorb the feeling. For there is only this moment as it is. The swirling planets will continue moving in their orbits after traveling so briefly for tonight.

Zack

I’m ready to take what he can give me. Just don’t want to be hurt.

Kaffir
We will be hurt. The absence from one another will be hurt enough. No, I could never hurt you deliberately, or unintentionally. I want you to experience a glimpse into the core of your soul, so you can know yourself better. When I fuck you, and I will fuck you… We will become one in a stellar blast... down to the very last atom. Our DNA will vibrate together and when we look into each other’s eyes, we will be looking into eternity and all the phantoms, all the fears will spew forth and explode in one blast after another. Our orgasms will be insignificant events along the way.

Zack

Man, Father, I don’t know. I didn’t know I was bargaining for anything like this.

Kaffir

Are you saying you’re not game enough, warrior enough to face the eternal verities in the form of sexual and physical union? You’re not brave enough to take yourself to the edge of consciousness itself? What are you afraid of?

Zack

Not anything I can think of… except, maybe, Salaam trying to put his tool up my ass. And there are some pretty big monsters with evil intent I don’t particularly want to encounter. Other than that, there’s nothing I fear.

Kaffir

Not even yourself?

Zack

Not even myself. What you say is true. When I was young, if I wasn’t being beat on, I wasn’t touched at all, unless someone wanted to fuck me. Yeah, I wanted to be held, touched, petted. I later came to the realization that that need was petty and self-indulgent, so I willed it away.

Kaffir

You put on the mask.

Zack

Yes, I put on the mask.

Kaffir

Tonight you are taking it off. I think Salaam has given you what you wanted.

(Salaam, out of Zack’s sight, holds up four fingers joined together.)

Now, you can position Salaam any way you want and play with him any way you want to.

Zack

Just stand right here.

(Zack leans forward and begins running his fingers over Salaam’s rigidity. Zack is almost fearful to grab the shaft, but when he does a pleasurable warmth flows through his body. Zack’s own cock begins to drip pre-cum which Kaffir observes.)
Kaffir

You’re not dripping, son. You’re oozing pre-cum. Good for you! Take your hand off the shaft. Put your hands by your side. Now lick Salaam’s head. Suck on the slit. Close your eyes as you lick the pre-cum. Kiss the head. Now grasp the shaft with both hands as you lick and suck as much of the head as you can.

Get the head as juicy as you can. Lick it all over. Get it totally wet and slick… Press your lips to the smooth curves, moving from the puffed out roundness of the head to its valleys next to the shaft around the lip of the head. Tickle the underside. Kiss that knot of pleasure, that special point that contains all the concentration of the cock itself. Suck it into your mouth and flick your tongue all over the knob. Are you feeling Salaam’s dick getting even bigger?

Now that you are licking and sucking the head, start jacking his shaft with both hands. Slowly, feel the pulsing veins, the unremitting steel like hardness of the core. Work it. Milk it slowly from the bottom upwardly. Lick and suck and jack.

Take away your hands. Keep your lips on the head and continue using your tongue. Salaam will follow your movements. Lie on your back. Keep his dick head in your mouth. Put your hands on both your thighs. I am going to begin sucking you. But I am going to suck out your fine, nicely opened ass first. Continue to suck. That’s right. Lift your legs. Hold them right there with your hands while Dad licks and sucks his son’s ass.

Zack

Thank you, Sir! Thank you!

Kaffir

I thought you may just like that. Stretch back out… relax your legs. But keep your hands by your side. Now that you have held his cock in your hands, you have licked, sucked, and kissed the head of a cock too large to ingest. Open your mouth as wide as you can and take as much of that cockhead as you can without biting Salaam. That’s right, son. As much as you can. You’re doing fine. OK. OK. Enough of that. Do you want the supreme extravagance of a kiss?

Zack

Another toke, and maybe, just maybe. I don’t know. I never think about kissing men. I think about sucking their cocks and what their cocks would feel like inside me. But to kiss a guy… I don’t know.

Kaffir

But a man whose fingers have penetrated your pussy hole…. And a more than enthusiastic involvement with the man’s cock. And you would deprive yourself of a kiss, the kiss that seals your soul for eternity. Because more than the experience of Salaam’s manhood, you will remember this kiss. And if you don’t kiss him, you will remember that, too.

Zack

Yeah, that’s what I needed a good deep, slow toke. Don’t mind if I take another, do you?

Kaffir

My dope is your dope. You are not only my son, you are also my guest as well. For tonight, every wish is granted.

(Kaffir and Zack share the pipe, with long, deep looks as they inhale. Zack reaches over and gently clasps Kaffir’s dick. He holds Salaam’s in the other.

Zack

Yes, I will kiss him. But if I kiss him, I want to kiss you, also. So stand up. We’ll all stand up.

Standing together, with Salaam’s dick in one hand and Kaffir’s in the other, Zack turns his head toward Salaam. Zack looks Salaam unflinchingly in the eyes. Zack leans forward and lightly brushes his lips against Salaam’s beard at the edge of his mouth under his moustache. Then pressing his lips into Salaam’s lips, Zack feels Salaam’s lips returning the kiss with an invisible f***e causing rush after rush to vibrate and reverberate between them both.

Waves of luminescence wash over Zack, undulating and repetitious, a transference of energy, almost an electrical current, magnetic in its attraction waivers and quivers as the transference continues. Then, as out of a haze, Zack becomes aware of the two rigid cocks in his hands. The kiss continues, never diminishing in its strength. Zack’s fingers are relishing the meat they are holding. He squeezes and releases and squeezes and releases. While Salaam’s kiss is blowing his mind, his one hand embraces his approving father’s cock while the other slowly jacks Salaam’s manhood. The sometimes eerie music reminds Zack he’s in a war zone making love to totally overwhelming strangers.

Zack jerks involuntarily as a bolt of love’s lightning shoots through him. The moment with Salaam is a taste of eternity as the surges of delight wrack his body as nothing ever has before. He is feeling a whole new world inside himself, awakened by one kiss. Zack’s amazement continues as his lips press lightly against Salaam’s. Zack feels an unfocused ejaculation of feeling within him, without cumming, without the loss of fluid, his body is approaching explosion. Kaffir’s hand on the back of his neck, urges him to press a bit harder against Salaam’s lips which provokes another series of unexpected sensations.

Zack has become an electrical field; neuronal synapses are exploding in areas of his being that feel as if they are being born or at least being brought into conscious existence. He feels strangely invisible, almost detached from his body as he experiences himself for the very first time. Zack pulls on both cocks, feeling their differences, milking the moist juicy columns of manhood. They are both so different, yet both so individually exciting.

Kaffir’s finger nails scratching their way down Zack’s back to his ass crack melts his last sense of ego and self. The electrical field is glowing with greater brilliance as Salaam brings his fingers to the pussy hole he had opened only a while before. Zack actually twitches at the thought of those fingers pushing up inside him and his prostate, now harder than the shell of a mature walnut. This is the final attack on his sanity and semblance of self.

Slowly, the intensity, even the most recent disruptions of consciousness and the bizarre excesses of the kiss and the two cocks, begins to subside, and each man’s lips again become his own…. A parting, a severing of the sweetness, a profound and inexplicable sweetness and maleness are gone, while the reverberations echo and echo as if the kiss has been a stone tossed into the center of a calm oasis, and whose circles continue unabated to the shore.

Zack closes his eyes. His lips feel those of Kaffir. The swirling within him begins again. He presses his hands into Kaffir’s pecs and squeezes them, wanting to feel the pain he was causing to course through his lips and back into Zack. Kaffir clenches Zack’s cock… the chest pain and the cock pain meet equally where their lips touch. The exchange relaxes, each man now holding the other’s cock, as their tongues sweep the edges of their lips and dip into their mouths.

Kaffir gives Zack’s cock a final wrench, he steps back and ends the kiss. In the same dreamlike manner of the entire night, Zack realizes that Salaam is no longer there. His tray and its contents are gone.

Kaffir

Let’s relax on the divan and stroke one another’s cocks, son.

Zack

If we can take another toke of that killer shit you’ve got.

Kaffir

The pipe is yours. Yes, let’s both have a toke or two… tonight is like no other night… we can indulge. Now let’s sit a while and hold each other’s cocks… I want you to bask in the afterglow of Salaam’s kiss. Every man he has ever kissed has felt his boundless, intense masculinity, and are, in your American jargon, “blown away.”

Zack

I never knew a person could be kissed like that. The girls… well it was hot kissing them, but none of their kisses did anything to me like this guy’s did.

Kaffir

He has supreme magnetism and supreme manhood, yet he is the most humble of God’s servants. He is a good man. He loves his wife and c***dren. There are no other women in his life. But he does as I ask. You have experienced his beauty; he has experienced yours.

Zack

I never thought of it like that. So there was an exchange.

Kaffir

He took as much as he gave. That is why you are still jerking ever so slightly, every now and again.

Zack

Yes, I have. When you’re holding me, it feels as if my dick is on fire. I get these quick unexpected rushes of energy that come from inside me.

Kaffir

That’s good. Your young body is experiencing a synaptic overload.
You’re definitely going to remember this night.

Zack

Dad, I never thought anything like this could ever happen. Finding you in the middle of this war zone in a land half way around the world. I don’t know what to say.

Kaffir

Don’t say anything, Just feel. That’s right. Feel my cock. Squeeze it. A little harder… That’s it. Keep the pressure on. Now start slowly jacking it. Take some lube from that jar there and put it all over my cock. Surprise me.

Zack

Only the best for Dad.

Kaffir

Now rub some on your cock. And let me jack you, too.

Zack

Anything you say.

Kaffir

Milk it as you go up and down. Add more lube. Keep it juicy. That’s right, slick and viscous.

Zack

I like that… slick and viscous. I like that.

Kaffir

I want you to like everything.

Zack

Then let me put two hands on your cock, lube it up really right, and work it every which way but loose.

Kaffir

I would like that very much. I guess I should be saying, “Show me your stuff.” Oh, Son. You’re working Daddy fine. Yeah, pull it out slowly and milk it. Make the head grow bigger each time you milk it forward. Oh, yeah, both hands working the glands… finger my piss hole… work it while you jack with the other hand. Yeah, pull me like you’re making jerky.

Zack

You like this, Dad?

Kaffir

Dad’s liking it a whole lot. Man, I don’t know what you’re doing, but you’ve got the touch. That’s right. Just keep that up. See how much of your baby finger you can work into my piss hole. Jack the pole at the same time. That’s right. Now slow it way down… and more lube for both of us while I work on you at the same time. I want you to get Daddy as hard as you can so Daddy can fuck your ass. I want to put this cock inside you like you have no idea. I want my Marine son’s ass. I want to give it my cock and I want to feel that ass long to have it inside and working it like I’m fucking a bitch in heat.

Zack

But you’re so thick, Daddy. Oh, I want it. There’s no question about that. I want your cock where the sun doesn’t shine. Having you within me is what I really, really want. I want to feel you fill me… plunge that big fat head right through that outer gate and hit me hard.

Kaffir

You are the one who will determine what will happen and when it will happen. I am going to lie back and you are going to sit down on it and let yourself open up as you find the right angle and the right pressure. But before you do that, I want you to work me with both hands again. You drive me crazy when you get those hands and fingers going. You edge me and just hold me there and get me rock hard. Once more with more lube and then let me stretch out and you get on top of me and let me find your hole. When my head is right at the entrance, you place a little bit of pressure upon the head. That will begin to open you up. At first the outer ring will seem to give only a little but just let the head of my cock rest there. OK… let’s do it then. That’s right. Aim your boy pussy hole for the piss slit of my cock. Your ass will feel the hardness of my shaft beneath the softness of the head. As you feel that hardness move your pussy hole to get that hardness right in the center, and as the lips of your pussy surround the head, the outer lips will want to slip down even farther as the growing size of the head within you is pushing your sphincter to open and relax… feel it relax and be expanded. That expansion is part of the erotica… as you open up to me and feel me knocking at the door to earthly bliss, it opens so easily. Feel that muscle remember the pleasure of Salaam’s many fingers prying him open and giving you rush after rush. My head is now over the threshold. It’s up to you how much you want of Dad inside you…..I can get off and fuck you silly within a half inch space for maneuvering, so it’s up to you how much you want to take of daddy. You can take as little or as much as you want. I will not f***e you one millimeter more than you feel you want to go.

Zack

Oh, yeah! I want as much of that dick as I can get… but right now, for the moment just let me feel that fat head inside me, spreading my hole. It’s like my ass pussy is kissing your dick. I’m totally connected and feeling every bl**d rush you have. I’m going to try moving a little, just to get a feel of the comfort level. Let me start by squeezing the head with my ass muscle. That feels good. I’m going to ride it a little. I’m taking a bit more and pulling back. I want to see how the thrusting feels, even if it’s not even an inch. It’s feeling really good. Now I’m going to try taking more… wow!!! OH, YES!!!! That feels really good. I want to fuck you now. I want to take the head back to the edge of my ring and then sit down a little faster to the depth I just took. Like this. It’s feeling fine. I feel like I can try taking some more and there’s no bad feeling even though I haven’t had anything like this inside me for at least a year. Oh, this is good, Daddy. Daddy, why don’t you pump up a bit, give me a ride. Move me up and down and make me bounce.

Kaffir

Son, that’s what I’ve been waiting to hear. I want to be one with you. Look into my eyes while I’m fucking you. Feel everything and let those feelings fill you. Let my cock slide in and out, shallow and deeper and deeper still… and let you just sit on it, let it rest inside you … Let’s do that. We’ll take a couple hits while we’re coupled.

Zack

I’ve got the fire. Oh, yeah. And to be so relaxed with you. Taking some tokes and fucking. You’re into me and filling me up.

Kaffir

And you’re giving me the dream of a tenderly brutal United States Marine with essentially a virgin ass and I’m feeling every bit as turned on as you.

Zack

Can we change positions so I can kiss you while you are inside me?

Kaffir

(Exhaling) Move to your left. Stretch your right leg over my right shoulder as if you are going to lie on your back side. As I move to turn toward you, lie on your back with your legs over my thigh. Now we can turn toward each other and kiss.

Zack adjusts to the new position and the new feelings, as pleasant in a different way, and he could feel the different angle of entry and how the head felt inside pushing in a slightly different direction. Kaffir pulls Zack toward him, looking at the image of supreme masculine youth, and kisses him. The kiss is still. Almost chaste, but with the knowledge of male brutality. As the kiss moves from sealed lips to open lips to parted teeth, Kaffir begins to move in a slow, methodical rhythm, pumping a bit more of himself into Zack with each thrust. The cocaine has done its magic. Both Zack and Kaffir are able to enjoy the fullness of the moment with awareness, but without any discomfort that a normally virgin ass would feel with such a strong piece of manhood as Kaffir possesses.

The kiss migrates to the cheeks, the eyes, the eyebrows, the forehead, back to the mouth, the chin, the neck and up to the ears, all the while Zack’s body is humping Kaffir’s rock hardness and Kaffir is giving back as strongly as he’s receiving. Then a stillness settles over their lovemaking. The v******e of passion dissipates, and the two men find themselves looking into the eternity of their eyes. The smallest movement Kaffir makes shoots through Zack. Zack’s ass inhales the impulse, grips Kaffir’s dick, and sends the intensity right back to Kaffir. No movement. No pushing. Only the stillness around them and the aura that surrounds both men as the spirit in one set of eyes melds with the spirit in the other set of eyes. Neither knows if anyone blinks. The two men move into the position so Zack is sitting with Kaffir’s dick up his ass. Both men press their fingers into each other’s biceps. Both men smile as their perceived iridescence moves from a bright yellow and orange to red with flames of yellow and blue… and then like a black opal, the darkness becomes luminescent itself, palpitating, other worldly. The smallest of moves sends waves through the unity both men feel. Silence and smiles only. Both men are feeling the same thing, the same extreme, the same union. Although sitting, coupled in a meditative position, the men experience a movement into a different reality. The luminescence blossoms with tiny points of light that diminish and brighten and then vanish to be placed by some other visual illusion. The men sit while they travel through time and space into the realm of unreproduceable experience. They inhabit a truth that both can confirm, but could never explain to another… or duplicate even with themselves.

Slowly, the iridescent reality vanishes and Kaffir is again the father and Zack the willing Marine son. Kaffir begins the eternal movement toward the final explosion. Kaffir, while still keeping his cock deep within Zack, rolls Zack onto his back, so Kaffir is now over Zack. Kaffir slips firm pillows under Zack’s ass so the position is perfect. Kaffir is able to lean forward and kiss Zack while pushing his dick inside Zack’s ass. While they kiss, Kaffir’s movements escalate. Zack is screaming, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, daddy, yes, yes, yes!!!” Kaffir’s kisses cover his cheeks and neck. Then Kaffir backs off and drips the sweet oil over Zack’s dick and begins to jack it while he fucks Zack. Zack holds his legs and feet apart while Kaffir, in his exquisite touch, feels the build going on inside the young man’s body.
They kiss, they jack, they suck, they move into different positions. They 69 and get lost in the exchange. The iridescence returns when each man closes his eyes and feels the fullness in his mouth and throat. Both men push the heads of their cocks over the edge at the back of the mouth and into the canal of inexplicable sexual joy, that place that only the head of another cock can affect so completely and be affected so completely. Both men clutch their strong seasoned warrior’s bodies, pulling themselves into each other’s skins, into each other…. Into each other.

Both men forget themselves completely, until clawing at themselves and ravishing their mouths and throats, the simultaneous outpouring of both men is in a union that neither one has ever known before, and rarely, at best, experience thereafter.

The two men lie in each other’s arms. Ibrahim appears with dampened towels, bowls of water and soap. The men are cleaned as they lie recumbent upon the divan. Zack begins to be aware of the music again, as Ibrahim, now having cleaned and dried him off, presents him and Kaffir with a shot of ouzo. The two men drink.

When Zack awakens, he’s lying with his troops inside an abandoned Afghan home. Zack gets up, walks outside to take a leak, unzips his pants, pulls out his shaved dick and balls. He falls back against the building when he realizes it wasn’t a dream.

100% (14/0)
 
Categories: AnalGay MaleMature
Posted by niceonehere
1 year ago    Views: 988
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1 year ago
AMAZING, AMAZING, AMAZING!!!
1 year ago
The no friends accepted was temporary and I'm glad to have invited you as a cock brother into my circle. I'm going through all your stories one by one. What a nice thing to do while pulling on my cock.
1 year ago
Thank you for that great review... a shame you aren't accepting friends... Again, thank you for your compliments!!!! Buck
1 year ago
Perfectly pitched prose. Exotic, sensual, enticing, and enthralling. Truly, appreciated.
1 year ago
Holy hell- the constant exchange of control and the experiences both of these men experience with each other- their dad and grandads... and the elusive seduction of drugs in a country war-torn and with death at either of these men' steps. And I say men, because the boy is every bit Zack's equal in the end- I fucking loved it!

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nshelbydad
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1 year ago
this was such a fucking awesome story that I would of liked to experience. thanks for posting. I would like being the son and being taken care of like that.
1 year ago
Thank you for the comment... I'm seriously thinking of writing another story of what the other Afghan fighters to do the other Marines they have in their custody for the night.... I'm really busy right now, but am thinking, that story could be really hot.
lagunaboi96
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1 year ago
I love this story!!!
for two reasons!
1 I love dadys!!!!
2 I love mid eastern guys!

thanks!!!