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Remembering my time in Afghanistan this morning as I sit on the family couch in the living room drinking tea. Thankfully I’m home alone so no one could see my raging boner as I made tea this morning - the thought of making afghani chai made me reflect on the times drinking them back in Afghanistan and how euphoric their creamy mixture would make me. It was almost like a cannabis high - though almost all tea has that effect on me. That was about a little over a decade ago back when I was more naive to gay and MSM culture and tried to hide my sexuality completely due to DADT; words cannot describe how intensely horny I felt during the overwhelming majority of both deployments. Whether it was newly the promoted squad leader or new team member during my first deployment or my only other team member during my second deployment or literally any of the group guys we were there to support I always had some reason to hide a raging boner - not to mention my naturally high sex drive meant I spent just about every discrete moment I could find beating off. Unfortunately I was just too damn scared to get put out from DADT like someone I knew from training. That’s not to say I didn’t have some hot fantasies though.
During my second deployment I was there to support an SF team since I was attached to their battalion back in garrison. (I prefer to say it that way so as not to in any way convey that I was actually special forces). During this go round it was me and my team’s assistant squad leader with a helper. Our helper happened to like cooking and eventually I’d spend almost every night having dinner at his place with other afghani workers he’d invite over. My days were on a routine so after working out and showering I’d show up tot his place amd we’d talk a bit before eating then play games and talk some more after sharing a meal and drinking chai. The thing about it is that tea has a sort of buzzy effect on me for some reason and I absolutely love it! As if that wasn’t enough they’d mix tea with milk, but my helper would use hazelnut creamer I think to make a decadently creamy chai that would have both my dick a turgid mass of 7.5 inches of length with a juicy 6 inches of girth. I’d often have to rearrange the way I laid on ether floor.As I moved I’d become reminded of my soft skin, generously moisturized with cocoa butter, as I felt my oiled thighs rub against themselves. My abs would tighten as my cock, dripping pre-cum most likely, slid against each ridge with leaving a trail of the slick substance along the way. The valleys of each abdominal sent an intense tingling sensation through the tip of my gran near the piss slit causing my asshole to quiver. My ass were two nice round melons at this point that even the sf warrant officer had to comment obout it’s shape and my form when he’d see me doing deep squats in the gym. My soft plump, perky ass would jiggle a bit as it shifted in my shorts while shifting and it took all I had to quit from letting out a moan.
Seeing all those afghani men with their beautiful black hair and various skin tones sitting around, legs open and some showing various parts of their chest all but made me cum handsfree many nights.
I knew they would fuck other guys as a way to get off since islam forbids heterosexual pre-marital sex. It was the fear of my helper telling my assistant team leader that was there with me that kept me from doing it. In reality that wouldn’t have been that bad since my assistant team leader had told me on numerous occasion his dick though not long, was thick and his curved to the right; if memory serves me correct he’d refer to it as his “juicy brown cock”. That would make sense since he was a stout, beefy latino guy standing about 5’6”. A juicy bodied hairy golden caramel complected delight. He was also really reflective person as he was a former mormon who now spent most of his time gaming, riding his motorcycle, and just generally being a bro. That part was really weird and made it hard to reconcile the thought of his juicy brown cock - to which I had more than my fare share of jerk offs - stretching my tight, yet hungry hole. He also very well could have reported me for me being gay or something and I’d be put out of the military and there was no way I was going to risk my career.
Nothing ever happened with any of those guys, but one night I did show up as usual nice and oiled up. However this night the sexual tension in the air was palpable. I don’t think my hole ever felt hungrier - my hole was going crazy from doing kegels and was ripe for the picking. It must have been a full moon because all the guys were particularly horny that night and I swear there were a few bulges visible within the folds of all their clothes. Finally one guy who had been making eye contact with me - a lanky fair -skinned guy with a trimmed neat bear, unibrow, and hairy extremities - said something too the others that made everyone else look at me. Their expression ranged from curiosity to outright desire - I felt like a lone sheep amongst wolves. It was incredibly erotic yet terribly frightening. Here I was amongst a group of afghani men, many of them hairy and all of them virile. The thought of them having their way with me had my dick jumping as my prostate throbbed. I wanted to pull my dick out to at least let them see that I too was hard and then slide my ranger panties down to reveal my tight little hole and how it was going crazy a the thought of taking each and every last one of them. But I stopped. Though I knew it wasn’t unheard of for men to turn to one another to relieve some tension, but I also knew homophobia was a serious concern. It may have been one thing for chai boys, but how would they feel about someone in their mid-20s wanting to please and receive another man. Not to mention if things boiled over and they reacted negatively, how far would they go. It was strangely erotically yet dangerously tempting. StillI I couldn’t bring myself to take the risk and sometime after they commented on how my legs were sexy I left.
When getting back to my tent - really it was a conex box in which I lived alone - I immediately pulled out the abalone and spent the night bating to thoughts of each of them ravaging my body then calling in some of the guys throughout their building to fuck me too. The hot creamy mess my asshole would be and how then maybe my raging desire for dick - pure unadulterated juicy greasy thick veiny turgid massive girth stiff strong dick.
To this day I still jack off to thoughts of my time in Afghanistan and those nights in particular. When felling particularly horned up or gooning I’ll popper up and anally masturbate to some pictures from that time or Arab/Mena/Muslim men. I wan to sleep with an Arab so bad; they’re so sexy with their beautiful skin tones, thick dark hair, juicy dicks, some are really well endowed, some have beautiful feet, many have great eyes, and their facial structures can be very striking.
Now that I’ve finished this tea and am a bit buzzy I may take advantage of this time alone and anally popperbate. Sorry for the long post, but hope you enjoyed. If you know of any telegram groups of related content (gay/homoerotic military, deployed, Arab) please add me. Also down to exchange more stories and fantasies.
During my second deployment I was there to support an SF team since I was attached to their battalion back in garrison. (I prefer to say it that way so as not to in any way convey that I was actually special forces). During this go round it was me and my team’s assistant squad leader with a helper. Our helper happened to like cooking and eventually I’d spend almost every night having dinner at his place with other afghani workers he’d invite over. My days were on a routine so after working out and showering I’d show up tot his place amd we’d talk a bit before eating then play games and talk some more after sharing a meal and drinking chai. The thing about it is that tea has a sort of buzzy effect on me for some reason and I absolutely love it! As if that wasn’t enough they’d mix tea with milk, but my helper would use hazelnut creamer I think to make a decadently creamy chai that would have both my dick a turgid mass of 7.5 inches of length with a juicy 6 inches of girth. I’d often have to rearrange the way I laid on ether floor.As I moved I’d become reminded of my soft skin, generously moisturized with cocoa butter, as I felt my oiled thighs rub against themselves. My abs would tighten as my cock, dripping pre-cum most likely, slid against each ridge with leaving a trail of the slick substance along the way. The valleys of each abdominal sent an intense tingling sensation through the tip of my gran near the piss slit causing my asshole to quiver. My ass were two nice round melons at this point that even the sf warrant officer had to comment obout it’s shape and my form when he’d see me doing deep squats in the gym. My soft plump, perky ass would jiggle a bit as it shifted in my shorts while shifting and it took all I had to quit from letting out a moan.
Seeing all those afghani men with their beautiful black hair and various skin tones sitting around, legs open and some showing various parts of their chest all but made me cum handsfree many nights.
I knew they would fuck other guys as a way to get off since islam forbids heterosexual pre-marital sex. It was the fear of my helper telling my assistant team leader that was there with me that kept me from doing it. In reality that wouldn’t have been that bad since my assistant team leader had told me on numerous occasion his dick though not long, was thick and his curved to the right; if memory serves me correct he’d refer to it as his “juicy brown cock”. That would make sense since he was a stout, beefy latino guy standing about 5’6”. A juicy bodied hairy golden caramel complected delight. He was also really reflective person as he was a former mormon who now spent most of his time gaming, riding his motorcycle, and just generally being a bro. That part was really weird and made it hard to reconcile the thought of his juicy brown cock - to which I had more than my fare share of jerk offs - stretching my tight, yet hungry hole. He also very well could have reported me for me being gay or something and I’d be put out of the military and there was no way I was going to risk my career.
Nothing ever happened with any of those guys, but one night I did show up as usual nice and oiled up. However this night the sexual tension in the air was palpable. I don’t think my hole ever felt hungrier - my hole was going crazy from doing kegels and was ripe for the picking. It must have been a full moon because all the guys were particularly horny that night and I swear there were a few bulges visible within the folds of all their clothes. Finally one guy who had been making eye contact with me - a lanky fair -skinned guy with a trimmed neat bear, unibrow, and hairy extremities - said something too the others that made everyone else look at me. Their expression ranged from curiosity to outright desire - I felt like a lone sheep amongst wolves. It was incredibly erotic yet terribly frightening. Here I was amongst a group of afghani men, many of them hairy and all of them virile. The thought of them having their way with me had my dick jumping as my prostate throbbed. I wanted to pull my dick out to at least let them see that I too was hard and then slide my ranger panties down to reveal my tight little hole and how it was going crazy a the thought of taking each and every last one of them. But I stopped. Though I knew it wasn’t unheard of for men to turn to one another to relieve some tension, but I also knew homophobia was a serious concern. It may have been one thing for chai boys, but how would they feel about someone in their mid-20s wanting to please and receive another man. Not to mention if things boiled over and they reacted negatively, how far would they go. It was strangely erotically yet dangerously tempting. StillI I couldn’t bring myself to take the risk and sometime after they commented on how my legs were sexy I left.
When getting back to my tent - really it was a conex box in which I lived alone - I immediately pulled out the abalone and spent the night bating to thoughts of each of them ravaging my body then calling in some of the guys throughout their building to fuck me too. The hot creamy mess my asshole would be and how then maybe my raging desire for dick - pure unadulterated juicy greasy thick veiny turgid massive girth stiff strong dick.
To this day I still jack off to thoughts of my time in Afghanistan and those nights in particular. When felling particularly horned up or gooning I’ll popper up and anally masturbate to some pictures from that time or Arab/Mena/Muslim men. I wan to sleep with an Arab so bad; they’re so sexy with their beautiful skin tones, thick dark hair, juicy dicks, some are really well endowed, some have beautiful feet, many have great eyes, and their facial structures can be very striking.
Now that I’ve finished this tea and am a bit buzzy I may take advantage of this time alone and anally popperbate. Sorry for the long post, but hope you enjoyed. If you know of any telegram groups of related content (gay/homoerotic military, deployed, Arab) please add me. Also down to exchange more stories and fantasies.