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Another story this soon !!!
Wow!! I must be frustrated (yep!), cause that's when I tend to write stories. When I'm happy and being stuffed', I don't think about the online world outlet. So, those of you who've put up with me for a few years now (and if you haven't, you might try the "Authors" links), know that I have dry spells' . and, if I have those, what do call the others? wet spells' ??? guess I'm into the latter now.
Now let's get the "legal stuff" out of the way ... This story contains descriptions of graphic sexual activity between consenting adult males.
So, if you are under 18 or in a geo-political area that prohibits this type of literature, or you are personally offended by homo-erotic story themes, PLEASE click on your "Back" button!!! And get out of here!!
Also, this is a story by me (cnjshore9), and although it is not legally copywrited, c'mon guys, don't go stealin' my stuff.
Cooks in the soup by CNJShore9
The week after my `meating' with the sergeant was all it was expected to be. It was as fucking miserable as the good old USArmy could make it!!!
We made the 12-mile hike out to the bivouac area, pitched our pathetic sleeping tents (that's two shelter halves snapped together to make one damned small and tight pup tent!), and there I was about to live' with the ass-hole of all creation!! Sure, Stevenson was an otherwise nice guy. about 5'10", brown hair, short cut (who's wasn't in basic training?), a generally nice body, and a nice, average cock (yes, I had seen it in the showers back in the barracks). Unfortunately, he was a real bible thumper' -- not my cup of tea -- and I really dreaded the week ahead. I was somehow not looking forward to the "verse of the day"!!
About 4:00pm (called "16-hundred hours" in military lingo), Sgt Perry showed up and we were called `into formation'.
"Hey, Stevenson... get your ass up here! The medics want to see you now." He added.
I had no idea what it was about at the time. I later found out that he had some blip in his induction physical and the army was not happy about it. But as luck would have it, I was now alone' in my tent!!! I could spread out, and "Hot damn!" I thought, "now Sgt Perry can come visit'".
.but he didn't. he left every night and came back in the morning.
And what was worse...it started to rain!!! If you think you've ever had a "miserable week" - keep your mouth shut!! It only got colder, and wetter.
By the time we got to the `infiltration course' -- the crawl-on-your- belly and get through the 50 yards of barbed wire, the live bullets over your head, and the tnt charges going off around you - well. suffice to say, your attitude probably had gotten some major adjustments!!!
You were wet, you were cold, you were just about as fucking miserable as an human could get!!! Then we were herded up into the back of a big trailer truck (known affectionately as a `cattle truck') and brought back to our barracks.
Worst part . I had spent 4 days in a tent alone. And I was ALONE that whole fuckin' time!!! Of course, I did have a few jerk sessions .. but alone! Knowing that there was a hot sergeant - and a whole bunch of hot young studs -- sooooo close!
When we got back to the company area and our lousy fucking barracks. I could only think how nice it was there!!!!! Within the next 10 minutes, all 40 or so of us were in the hot showers!!!! It was really damned crowded in there. Hot water ruled!!! And soap was a definite minor god!!!
As much as I liked cock, I didn't even think about `looking'. I just got in there with all the rest of the guys and got a week's worth of grime - and cold - washed and warmed off my body!!! You really can't believe how good it felt.
As we came out of the shower, drying our bodies and asses as best we could with the small army-issue towels, I heard Sgt Perry's voice say "Conklin, over here!"
I wasn't sure if I should say "oh, yeah! .. or .. oh, shit!"
I moved over toward where he was standing, just outside the latrine. "Yes, sergeant?" I said.
"You are on `guard duty' tonight," he said, totally without any expression.
"Yes, Sergeant," I replied, not even able to wonder why. I was still just trying to get my body and mind to get back to normal human living. "Oh.holy fuck" I thought. "He's just `set me up' for later." Then I added, "Yeah! great!"
So there I was. Very hopeful, as I went back to my bunk and got dressed in some warm and dry fatigues. A nice hot dinner in the mess hall almost made it seem like "home"!! Then some time in the barracks, polishing my boots and brass. and pretty soon it was 1:00am (zero-1-hundred hours), and I was walking around, and around, and around the building. Can you believe the boredom and stupidity of it all ?!!?!
It was about that time that I saw a trainee from the barracks next to mine come out of the door over there, walk along the side of that barracks, and then go into the furnace room. Now it was getting close to winter, but it was still mild here, however, each barracks had a coal-burning `furnace' to heat the building in winter time.
I backed away for a minute, hiding myself behind the corner of my building, and watched. A few mintues later, I saw the lights go out in one of the upstairs cadre rooms, and then - through the glass in the door -- saw someone walking down the stairs. Whoever it was, he came out the door and then walked along the building and also went into the furnace room.
As he turned enough for me to see him, I recognized him as one of the cooks in our company mess hall! I had noticed that guy before!! Close to 6-feet tall, with close-cropped dark hair - and ice-blue eyes -- was really hot and hunky!
No lights went on in the furnace, so I waited a few minutes. Then I rounded the corner of my building and walked across to the other barracks. I sidled up to the furnace room door .
As quietly as I could, I cracked the door a bit, waited, heard nothing, then opened the door and stepped inside. I guess I didn't really need to try and be quiet. Once I was inside, I could hear lots of sounds. Mostly moaning, but every now and then I heard someone say, "Oh! Yeah! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Slipping around the furnace itself and some wall-like barrier, what I saw was both mind-shattering and wonderful!!!
There was the trainee/guard, bent over, his tight little white ass pushed out and the dark hair on the back of his rather muscular legs almost shining in the reduced light as he held on to the edge of the coal bin, while the cook was fucking his ass to beat no end!! There was a joint chorus of "Oh!'s and Nggggggg!'s"
The guard-duty guy was adding comments like, "Yeah! Shove that hot fuck stick up my ass! Oh, yeah!! Oh, fuck it, baby! Fuck it! Pound that hole! Oh, damn! That feels so good! Oh, yeah! Fuck me! And breed me, you fucking hard cock fucker!!"
I could now see that the cook had a full 7+ inches of uncut cock going in and out of the other guy's ass !!! I could tell it was uncut because when he withdrew, he pulled all the way out, just leaving the skin held in the other guys asslips, then he would push forward and I could see the head of his cock slip forward through that skin and plunge into the hot ass in front of him!! . and all I could think was . "I know why he's moaning! I love that special treat of an uncut cock doing that!! Damn! That looks good! I want that too!"
. And the cook -- I had seen him in the mess hall for all these weeks - and I must admit, he did look better than most of the food on the chow line!!! In fact, he really looked `good enough to eat' !!!
Somehow, the two of them didn't seem to notice me getting in there. About that time the cook grunted, "I'm gonna shoot up your fuckin' ass, you fuckin' pussy! Yeah! There's nothing better than shooting a hot load up a nice, tight boy-pussy!"
The trainee just moaned and then muttered, "Go for it!! Do it! Shoot that hot spunk up my ass!! Lemme feel you whitewash my guts!"
I watched as the cook reached forward and grabbed both sides of the trainee's hips and then just sighed as he plunged pubes-deep into that hot, twitching asshole and unloaded what seemed to be a very, very large load of spooge.
He didn't make a sound as his body went rigid and just started to quiver, but the trainee moaned and gasped, "Awwwww,fuck! That was nice!!! Felt like a fuckin' quart going in there!"
The cook finally broke his silence and added, "Must have been. it's been a week since I shot a good load with you out at the ranges and me back here!!"
That's when I walked in - and said "Gotcha!"
Needless to say, two guys immediately stood up straight, turned to me . and turned absolutely white! Then red!
. . . . .
For the next 30 seconds - or was it 30 minutes(?)- we just stood looking at each other. I finally got to look at that other trainee, and, well. it was just too good to be true. He was fucking gorgeous! About 5'10", maybe 145-150 pounds of sinewy muscle and all the right things in all the right places. Probably dark brown hair - but who can really tell with the military nearly-shaved head; however, I had noticed the dark hair on the backs of his thighs. He had dark, piercing, eyes, and a face that belonged on an "I NEED YOU" poster!! Why hadn't I noticed him before during PT or training??? We had to have crossed paths during the past 5 weeks!!??!!!
My gaze went south' and I saw the most beautiful, perfect, cock I had seen in years. It wasn't that big - maybe 6.5 or 7 inches - but just perfect'! and the balls hanging below it were definitely Grade-A Large and hanging proportionately. Since he hadn't gotten off yet (only the cook got to shoot before I interrupted), it was still wagging back and forth. At least for a good look, before it wilted.
Finally, I got my tongue under control.
"Cool it, guys," I started. "I'm okay. Didn't mean to give you cardiac arrest. but damn!! that looked hot! . and, I guess, I just wanted to join in."
"Hey, Prudeau," I said, addressing the cook. "After all this time here, I'm so fucking horny!" (I didn't mention that I had already gotten my horns trimmed by the sergeant!) ".and you seem to have a horn that might help me get mine off. And, you," I continued as I turned toward my compatriot, "you don't seem to have gotten your's off yet. Maybe we can work out something that gets us all where we want."
There were two sets of blank, confused eyes looking back at me.
"C'mon, guys. I'm into the same thing! And... well... I'd sure like to work on a little `satisfaction' before we go running out of here."
"What's your name, troop?" I asked the other trainee.
"John Cook, Sir" he replied.
"No, shit!" I almost laughed out loud!!
"Two Cooks'!" Then I added, "Don't call me Sir'. I'm just another `basic'. And your secrets are safe with me . -- . as long as you let me have a little of the action here."
"Now, Prudeau . it's really up to you." I said.
"You're definitely under 25, and that should mean you have some `fast recovery' and a cock that measures up under pressure."
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" he started. "What the fuck makes you think you can threaten me, you fucking trainee! I'm the boss here! You do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it!" Well. give him credit for a valiant attempt.
"Don't think so," I said. "You give me any trouble, and I'll call our sergeants, tell them what happened here, and then demand that a test be given on the cum that's running down John's leg right now! You'll end up a hell of lot more `screwed' than he is!"
Apparently that worked, because he shut his mouth and didn't make another sound.
Then I added, "I had hoped maybe to get a little of the fun tonight, but I think that's out of the question now. John and I have to get back `on patrol'. But I think maybe we could meet here tomorrow night at the same time. .and that's a date!" I continued, making it very clear that there was no time for argument.
Turning to go out the room door, I stopped, turned back, walked over to John and took out a tissue that was in my pocket (always prepared . after all, I was a boy scout too!) and wiped it though his ass cheeks and down his leg. "Evidence," I said, as I walked out and went back to my route around my own barracks.
I had slowly made my way around the building two or three times, when I looked up and saw Sgt.Perry coming up the company street.
This time he wasn't staggering at all. He simply walked up to me and asked, "What time is it, Conklin?"
"About oh-two-hundred hours, Sergeant," I replied.
"Hey! That's great! You didn't say `2am'! You're really getting into the program around here. So you're relieved now. Place all quiet?"
"After last week, everyone was more than happy to crawl into their bunks and sack-out several hours ago!" I replied.
"Well, you just come upstairs and check on your sergeant, okay?"
"Yes, sergeant," I said. I knew what was coming (or would be cumming), but I was still horny as shit from what I had stumbled in on and watched earlier. I could use a good roll in the hay' right now since I wouldn't be meeting the two Cooks' until tomorrow night. "Should I bring anything?"
"Just those parts between and above your legs," he smirked.
"They sort of `cum' automatically," I punned.
I watched as his tight little ass followed him into the barracks and up the stairs!
After about 5 minutes, I opened the barracks door, stopped long enough to hear a chorus of snores and other sleeping sounds, and turned into the latrine to empty my bladder and see if there were any `movements' in the area. After shaking it off and putting it away, I quietly walked up the stairs myself. As I rounded the corner to the cadre rooms, I opened the sergeant's door and stepped inside.
"Hi," he said very lowly, "make sure it's locked," as he lifted the sheet to let me know that he was there, I was welcome - and he was definitely `ready' !!
I sat in the chair by the door and removed my boots and socks. Then I stood back up and my fatigue shirt and trousers followed. A quick move, and my t-shirt and those damned army boxers were history as well!! Then I crawled into his cot under the sheet he was still holding up.
I felt his warmth as soon as I was in there next to him.
"Hi, Conklin," he whispered in my ear.
"Hi, Sarge," I replied.
Then I turned and wrapped my arms around him. He responded by wrapping me in his. There we were. Body to body. Holding each other with both a firmness and a sensuousness. I couldn't ever remember having had that particular feeling before.
He undoubtedly knew the same feeling. He looked me directly eye-to- eye. "No, it can't be." He said.
"I know," I muttered. "It just ain't in the cards."
"But we do have a couple more weeks," I added.
Then he pulled me to him and kissed me as only a `lover' can.
When he released me, I just looked at him and asked, "This time, don't just fuck me. make me know that you mean it."
I also knew at that moment, for whatever reason, that even with a couple more weeks of training left, this would be our last time together. He knew it too.
I kissed his neck and my hands were running up and down his body, over his wonderfully full arms and down his tight, muscle-ridden thighs. I wanted to remember every inch of his body!
Little by little I moved myself down as I kissed and licked my way down him -- and nibbled on his torso - his nips, his chest, his tummy, his navel.
I felt his pubes on my chin and knew I was getting so much closer to his soul. (yes, I say `soul', because that was where his whole being was centered - as was mine -- at that point!)
The next thing I knew, I was licking his shaft and then nuzzling his balls. I was between his legs and had them over my shoulders as I gave myself into worshipping his cock, balls, and tight places. I had never gotten that far "down" on a man, but I was totally out of my mind at this point. I was going to make this a night to remember for us both!!
As I was licking and sucking on his gorgeous balls, my chin was digging into the area between there and his ass. Then I went totally out of control. I lowered my face and began to lick his perineum and work even lower. A few seconds later, I had my tongue on that twitching, hot, little pucker. Even the thought of that before had had me nearly retching, but tonight. well tonight. I was just `there'!!!
Luckily, I guess, he must have showered earlier, and was very `clean' . there was just the musk of a man and the soft feel of that pair of lower lips . I kissed it, I tongued it, and I pushed my face into it!!
But that was not what was on my agenda. Mine was to get him in me - not me in him!
So I moved back `up' and started to work on his balls again as I slowly worked my way further forward.
I licked and lightly bit on the base of his stalk, just above the balls. My chin was again pushing into the pulsing area just under his balls.
He was just lying back and periodically arching his back to shove his package closer to me. Every now and then he would jerk and twitch and utter a slight, low moan. I knew I was getting to him!
Then I reached up with my right hand, pulled his cock off his stomach, and, in one fell swoop, buried in my mouth all the way to the pubes!!!
Still in control, his "Awwwwwwwwww ffffffuckkkk!" went from a near shout to a near whisper in less than a second!
Although I had sucked a few cocks in my day before this, it was this time that I suddenly moved into the `super natural cocksucker' realm!!! All I wanted was to give that cock of his all my might, my strength, my heart!!
I was sucking... he was bucking!!! Oh, how I hated where we were. where I had to be so quiet. I just wished we were in a room somewhere away that I could make all the sounds I wanted to make and let him know how much I was enjoying it all.
.and maybe he was in the same mind-frame!!! I know he had to be wanting to let me know the same!!!
His body started to become rigid and his cock began to swell.
"NO! Not yet!" I whispered to him.
Then, pulling my mouth off that wonderful cock, I jumped forward and straddled his hips, reaching behind me to lift his cock and point it to my hungry, hungry hole!
I didn't wait a full second before I sat back and all but sucked him into me!!
There I was, looking down into his face as he was buried in me to the hilt!!
"Now fuck me good," I growled as I grabbed his shoulders and rolled sideways so that he was now looking down at me with my legs in the air and his cock still imbedded deep into me. "Fuck me good!"
He looked down, smiled, and started to plow.
The next ten minutes was just incredible. Yeah. that's all it took (where are these guys that go for 45 minutes or an hour??). He fucked me like it really meant something. That big, gorgeous cock of his ran over and over my g-spot. I was nothing but a whimpering mass of jelly under him.
I watched his face as it alternated between an intense near-grimace to a soft, almost melancholy, look of gratitude.
He leaned forward once and kissed my lips. "Oh, yessss!! You are soooo good!" he croaked. Then he started to really slam that baby home!! His balls were slapping into my ass cheeks like he was trying to nail something in there! His pubes were steel-wooling the underside of my balls! I was arching up to meet his every thrust.
You hear the term `fucking machine' . well, we sure were!!! We were into it body, cock, hole and all !!
Never . Never . Never . have I (before or since) had a fucking like that one!!! I had half his sheets bunched into my fists. My head was flopping side-to-side as I went from ecstacy to sheer heaven!!! All I wanted was to feel him cut loose and fill my guts with a gallon-and-a- half of his happy cream!!
"Awwwwwwww fuckkkkkkkk! Awwwwwwwwwww Mannnnnnn!" he groaned. "It's gonna go!"
I bucked harder up into his incredible cock!!! "Yeah, babe. Let it all go!! Let it shoot all that hot, stored-up cum into me!! Damn!!! I need your spunk up me!"
With that, I reached in and grabbed my cock and stroked it no more than three times before it unloaded all over my chest and his. As I came, of course my ass tightened around his cock like a steel-and- velvet glove and that was all it took.
"NNNNnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg!" he moaned. "You gottttttttt it!"
.and I felt quart after quart of his hot juices spurting into me (at least it felt that way). He just kept pumping for a full minute. One shot after another until it was just the dribbles, but he kept pushing for more!
I reached up, grabbed his head, and pulled it down to me and kissed him again.
"Thanks, Sarge," I muttered against his lips.
He actually shuddered for a moment. Then he pushed up and off me. "Hey, Conklin, I think you better get to your bunk and get some sleep!"
I knew that he was really trying to be nice but that it was ended. But I knew that just as well.
. so I got up, pulled on my skivvies and carried my fatigues and boots out with me. I didn't say anything else.
...a couple more weeks and I'd be out of that hell-hole. but there could be something "cooking" ahead.
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