Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2007 17:00:58 -0700
From: Greg Reese <fbud4u@gmail.com>
Subject: Finace Officer and Me - Part Three

This story is a mixture of reality and fiction.  The charaters do not use
condoms as in their world, disease does not exist.  The real world is very
different, please use protection.

I woke up the next morning feeling the beginning of a cold coming on.
"Great, just what I need..." I thought to myself.  By noon I had lost my
voice and my throat was so sore I could barely swallow.  "Thom, I think we
need to leave." I croaked out.  Thom turned around, looked at me and just
busted out laughing.  I was sitting on the ground, next to the remains of
the fire, shivering, blankets wrapped around me and throwing him a classic,
"fuck you" look.  Thom stopped laughing long enough to tell me that I
sounding like Barry White and Minnie Mouse rolled into one.  "Ha ha ha,
very funny!" I croaked, trying to swat him on his ass.  "Oh I'm just
playing, don't be like that." Thom begged, giving me that puppy dog look.
We started packing up camp and were headed back to the base by two that
afternoon.  I had Thom drop me off at the emergency room as by now I felt
like I was running a fever and was beginning to cough like crazy.  A few
hours later I was on my way back home, antibiotics and the standard Tylenol
3 in hand along with a note confining me to bedrest for the remainder of
the week.  I stopped at the orderly room and turned the note into the
Charge of Quarters (CQ) who also couldn't help but laugh at my pathetic
loss of voice and finally headed for home.

I must have slept through the remainder of the weekend for the next thing I
knew, it was ten o'clock Monday morning and my phone was ringing. I must
also have spiked and broken many fevers while I was out as my pajamas and
sheets were soaking wet.  "Hello?" I croaked into the phone. All I heard on
the other end was more laughter, so I waited until the voice attached to
the unknown man calmed down.  "Jones, it's Top (Top is short for First
Sergeant), I'm just checking in on you."  "I'm OK" I croaked.  Again, more
laughter followed by, "Well I'll be over in a few, the missus made some
chicken noodle soup for you and demanded I bring it to you right away.  You
know how women are." Top said.  "Uh Huh" I muttered back, indicating that I
did indeed know what women were like, when in reality I didn't have a clue.
"I'll see ya in a few." Top said and then hung up before I could respond.
I got out of bed, padded to the toilet and pissed for what seemed like an
hour.  "Jesus Christ, just how long was I out?" I thought.  I had no sooner
shaken the drops off when there was a knock on the front door.  I stumbeled
downstairs and opened the door to find Top standing there with a large
Tupperware bowl full of his wife's homemade chicken noodle soup, along with
a dark brown bottle, about the size of a pint of liquor, filled with a
homemade concoction.  Top handed me the soup, gave me instructions on when
and how much of the mystery stuff I should take and said, "Whatever you do,
do not smell it.  Hold your nose before you even open the bottle and
breathe through your mouth.  It's nasty smelling stuff, but it seems to
work." Top said.  He then turned on his heels, headed to his car and took
off back to the office.

I ate some of the soup, drank some of the mystery magical potion and headed
for the couch to lay back down.  I was just about to lay down when there
was another knock on the door.  I got up, opened the door and there stood
Thom with another gentleman whom I'd never met before.  I stood aside so
they could enter and quickly closed and locked the door behind me.  "How
you feeling sweety?" Thom asked as he leaned in to kiss me.  "Like shit and
I swear to God if you start laughing I'm going to punch you right in the
balls!" I croaked.  Thom giggeled and then introduced me to Larry, the
gentleman with him.  Larry was from the Inspector General's office and was
the person that was conducting the audit on the finance office.  It seemed
that Thom and Larry had struck up a conversation and realized they had a
lot more in common than they thought.  Thom just had to introduce me to
him, although the way I felt and sounded I'd rather he not have.  "Baby, I
know you don't feel good but I think Larry and I have a way we can make you
feel a little better." Thom said.  I looked at the two men and shook my
head up and down indicating that I understood and please continue.

Thom had me sit back down on the couch, to which he and Larry then took off
their business jackets.  Thom went over to my sterero, turned on some light
jazz and walked back over to Larry.  I just stared at them, curious as to
what they were up to.  Larry was about six foot even, mousy blonde hair
with full moustache to match.  His chest wasn't as defined as Thom's was,
but it was still a firm chest nonetheless.  I couldn't tell about his
crotch as the cut of his slacks gave no indication as to what he might be
packing.  Thom and Larry turned to each other and began kissing and
fondling one another.  While still kissing they began to slowly undress
each other until they were down to just their underwear.  I now got a
really good look at Larry's body.  He was very smooth, making me think he
shaved, but appeared to have a very nice sized cock that was tenting his
underwear.  The two men turned towards me and began stroking each other
through their underwear.  As sick as I was I couldn't help but get hard
watching these two.  They caressed one another, hands stroking hard cocks
through their underwear material, groping and clutching balls.  Every now
and then one would lower the waist band down of the other's shorts, giving
me a peak at just the base of each others cocks.  Both men were leaking
like seives and had soaked the front of their underwear to the point where
you could just make out the piss slit.  Thom began sucking on Larry's
nipples, still rubbing his hand up and down Larry's covered cock.

Larry had Thom turn around and began running his hand up and down the crack
of Thom's ass.  This made Thom moan and his cheeks quiver.  By now I had
removed my blanket and had pulled my own hard cock out and was slowly
stroking it, enraptured with these two gorgeous men in front of me.  Thom
turned back around to face me and both men began walking towards me.  "Do
you want my cock?" Larry asked me, grabbing his cock through his underwear
and holding it out for me.  I nodded yes.  "Do you want my cock?" Thom
asked me, mimicking what Larry had just done.  Again, I nodded yes.  "Come
here, taste me." Larry said as he reached out to grab the back of my head
and pull me closer to his crotch.  I reached up to remove his underwear and
he swatted my hand away.  "Taste me through my cloth, and if you're good,
I'll give you the real thing." Larry said.  I began licking the head of his
cock, his underwear tasted and smelled of pre-cum and a days worth of
sweat.  Somehow it only managed to fuel my lust.

I must have licked Larry's cock from top to bottom a million times, each
time dropping lower and grabbing at his golf sized balls with my teeth.  He
still would not let me remove his underwear.  Thom then came up and pulled
my to his crotch where I repeated the same thing.  Both men were sighing
and whispering, "yeah, eat my cock, c'mon, eat my underwear covered cock."
Each time they said this they would grind their hips further and further
into me.  I was stroking my cock faster and faster, my mouth and tongue
alternating between both men.  "Oh God, you two taste so good." I moaned,
forgetting that I didn't have much of a voice.  "I'm going to fucking cum
you too, GOD I want to suck your cocks, please, let me suck you off!" I
begged.  Neither man moved or made a sound, they just continued to jam
their covered cocks into my mouth.  I was working on Larry's balls when I
felt that familiar tingle in my nuts signaling that I was going to blow my
load.  I started moaning louder and louder, both men were now rubbing their
covered cocks up against my cheeks.  I screamed as the first load shot out
of my cock, arcing up and landing on Larry's covered balls.  As I was
shooting, Larry and Thom both moaned, grabbed my head and starting dropping
their loads in their underwear.  I started sucking the cum out of the
fabric of each man's underwear, triggering another small orgasm of my own,
my cum just trickling out of my cock.

We ended our orgasms, all of us sweating and panting.  Both men leaned down
and shoved their tongues in my mouth at the same time.  About that time
there was a knock on the door.  "Shit!" I said as I grabbed the blanket to
cover my cum stained clothes.  I ran to door, forgetting about Thom and
Larry standing there in their cum soaked underwear.  I opened the door,
"Jesus Christ you look like shit!  The missus made you some chicken noodle
soup and demanded I bring it over right away." Top said.  "Top?" I croaked,
"Weren't you..." and I turned to the living room only to find no one was
there.  "Jonesy, Earth to Jonesy" Top said snapping his fingers to get my
attention.  "Hum?" I said.  "Jesus Christ, how much of those Tylenol's you
taking Jonesy?  Here, here's some kinda homemade concoction from the missus
with directions on how to take it.  Hold your nose though, that stuff
smells worse than rotten meat.  Well, I'm outta here Joesy, get some rest,
see ya next week." Top barked as he headed towards his car.  I closed the
door, headed back to the couch and looked in the living room.  "What the
fuck?" I asked myself.  I then checked to see if there was any cum anywhere
and found none.  "Did I just freaking dream this?" I thought, "How many of
those Tylenol's DID I take?"  Just then there was another knock on the
door.  I went to the door, opened it to find Thom standing there with
another gentleman.  Before Thom could say a word I reached out my hand and
said, "You must be Larry, nice to meet you.  Won't you come in?" Thom and
Larry looked at me with a confused look on their face, wondering how I
could have known Larry's name.......

Hope you enjoyed the reading!  Again, thanks for all the great e-mails!