Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2006 23:43:08 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "Cooks in the Soup"

Hey, guys .

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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