Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2007 23:45:58 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: new story: First Cook

Welcome to this small reststop on the Nifty highway.  As I
said in the prologue to my previous story, I seem to be in a
`wet spell' (versus `dry spell'), or maybe it's just that
since I decided to share a few of my military time
experiences, I have found that what I always blanked out as
a less-than-fun part of my life, was - now that I look back
- really quite interesting.  I just hope that you find it as
exciting as I am trying to make it.

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 geopolitical 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.

Oh, and before we get down to it .  let's get the syntax
police off patrol .  there are numerous instances of my over-
use of parentheses, quotes, diereses, and even a whole bunch
of ending prepositions .  but let's face it.  most people in
real life don't speak in `proper english' (god knows, most
can hardly put a whole sentence together without a leading
first-person pronoun!), nor do they think that way, either.
I am writing about real people, their lives, their thoughts,
and their minds.  AND btw, I may not be a Faulkner, but my
own trainof-thought style is here. So . live with it!  .and
if you are really offended by it, write to me ..and we'll
discuss it "off-line" !!!

Now ..  to the story.......



The First Cook       by CNJShore9


The next morning, as that damned recorded and raucous bugle
with the crack in the disk sounded throughout the area, I
"rousted my ass out of the bunk" and headed for the latrine.
A stop at the urinal (yeah, one 5-foot long trough, hanging
opposite 5 un-shuttered, un-divided, un-doored toilets!),
and then another quick shower (this time I did notice a
couple nice cocks hanging out in there), followed by the
morning rituals of tooth-brushing and shaving, I completed
my ablutions, and was dressed and out in formation.

"Here we go again," was the culmination of my thoughts.  But
then I thought, "Oh, shit!  It's Saturday! It's not just
`another night' here, I totally fucked up and my previous
night's directive of `.tomorrow night at the same time' has
just been shattered.  There is no way we can pull that off.
Besides, Prudeau isn't confined to the company area on
weekends.  .and how do I cover walking out at that time
dressed in full fatigues?   Awwww, fuck, asshole. you really
got yourself into this time!!!  Now how do you recover????"

Someone then called "Attention!"  (yeah.it sounded more like
they were sounding off about a small metal shack, better
known as a `tin hut') .. which was followed by the usual
morning reports, then calisthenics, followed by the long-run
.  just another day in the life of a basic trainee.  Of
course, the next step was line-up, hang-glide your ass
through the `monkey bars', and get into the mess hall for
breakfast!

This morning's trip into the mess hall, however, was going
to be a little bit different than usual.  Actually, looking
back now, our mess hall was probably above average in
quality, and really wasn't a horror story as some that I
have heard.  So there I was, looking at a variety choice of
scrambled eggs (real? Or powdered?), bacon, sausage,
pancakes, toast, etc..  .and as I came through the door, I
saw Prudeau immediately move back into the kitchen and get
away from the serving line.

I couldn't help it. I chuckled to myself!

I went through the line, filled my tray with anything that
didn't move before I could grab it!  .and then moved into
the tables area.  I looked around a bit, and, damned if I
didn't see a Pvt. John Cook sitting nearly alone. Naturally
my predator self took the opportunity, and, as I placed my
tray on the table and stepped over the bench to take a seat,
I just smiled and nearly chanted, "Good morning, John."

He really deserves credit.  He turned and after a short
blanch of all color, he looked me straight (pardon the
expression) in the eye and responded, "Oh. Hi."

That's when it dawned on me that he didn't even know my
name.

Sticking out my right hand, I said, "Oh, yes.  I'm Peter.
Peter Conklin.  I guess I didn't tell you last night."

"Glad to meet you, Pete," he sort of stuttered.

"No.. not `Pete', I really don't like that nickname, please

call me `Peter'." I continued.

"'kay" he answered.  "Peter."

About that time the two guys across the table from us got up

and left. "Ummmm, better," I mused.  "Now we can sort of

talk."

"I'd rather not," he said.

"Really don't think you have a lot of choice," I continued.
"Let's get the `shit' out of the way.  I found you in a very
compromising situation.  One that I would enjoy sharing.
But if you find me unattractive and unacceptable, I will not
impose myself on you.  I do find you very attractive.  I
think your cock is just perfect, but, yes, I am also very
interested in that same part of Prudeau.  So, we will just
work from there. Okay?"


"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, as a tear began to
form in his left eye and slowly glide down his cheek.


"Honest, guy. I'm not trying to `do' anything to you.
That's really not my style.  But I did find you in a very
compromising position last night . and you sure as shit
seemed to be enjoying it!  .and besides that. you are one
damned attractive guy that I would so much like to get
together with.  .and I don't think you want to be `made
known' to the Army brass any more that I would like to."


Taking a deep breath, I continued: "As I said, I find you
very attractive and would like to have you near me in
whatever .  The only problem is that I am mostly a bottom
and that's where you were.  So I have to admit that I am
more interested, I guess, in Prudeau, and having him pound
my ass like he did your's.  .but I'd be very happy to have
you join in and let me jerk or suck you.  You do have a cock
that just begs to be worshipped."


"Look," he continued, "we gotta get out and get polished for
inspection right now.  Maybe we can meet in the day room
after lunch?"


"Sounds okay to me," I said.


"Later," acknowledged as he stood, picked up his tray, and
headed for the `out' line.


I looked around.  There were only about 10 guys left in the
mess hall by then, so I picked up my tray and left to go
polish some boots and brass.


On the way out, I looked over and saw Prudeau standing in
the kitchen. He saw me looking his way and immediately
turned away.  I smiled, and winked, and thought, "I'll get
you! You son-of-a-bitch!  Just gonna take time!"


..and then there was "inspection" . and it turned out to be
good !!


It would be another week before `passes' were to be given
out.  This was the last week that we would be confined to
post.  (but that's another story!)


Saturday afternoon was time to go to the PX and whatever
else one could find on post.  It had already passed `pool
season' and, yes, there was a movie . but usually some old,
dull, crap !!!  So a few cans of 3.2 beer were in order.
That stuff destroyed your bladder long before it hit your
brain!!!  But you could always `pretend'.


Anyway. I finally shuffled back into the company area and

was headed toward the day room and the tv when I noticed

that apparently Prudeau had gotten `duty' that day!  There

he was standing outside the mess hall, looking a good

mixture of forelorn and pissed !!!  So I simply strolled

over to him.

"Hey, Specialist," I started (he was a Spec-4).

"Oh. it's you!" he groused.

"What's on the menu tonight?" I asked.

"Horse cock!" he grunted.

"Oh. is that cold cuts, or are you there ?" I jauntily

replied.

(for those of you who are not ex-military, "horse cock"

is the term for cold cuts! Sliced meats and cheese)

"Don't you wish!" he, again, grunted. "Oh.  yes . I do !"

I chirped.

"Fat chance," he countered.

"No fat that I see," I added.  "Besides, if you like ass.
you haven't tried one as good as mine.  And from what I
saw, that cock of your's does like ass!!!"


"Y' think!" he snorted.


"Yeah. I think." I replied.  "and you are going to bury
that cock of your's up my ass before the cycle is out??!
.and the sooner the better!"


"Y' think," he tried again.


"No, babe... I don't think - I know!" I said resolutely.


"In fact .  I know right now that the Orderly Room is
empty and the captain's restroom is totally available.
So let's see who gets there first."


"How the fuck do you know that?" he asked.


"I keep my eyes open, and I watch, and I learn." I
replied.


"Holy fuck!" he continued.  "How . unnhhhh. you don't seem
to be the usual basic.  Where the hell did you come from?"


"I'm just another draftee," I answered.   "But I do have a
few more `points' than some.   ..and I use them.  Now. are
you going to `join me' ?"


".and before you say `yes' . let me tell you that if you
do choose to come in there, you will cum in there like you
never did before!  I will milk every damned drop of juice
you have in your body!! Are you ready for that?!?!"


Another "Holy fuck!" and he was captured!


I casually wandered about the area for a few minutes as I
aimed myself for the Orderly Room (that's the company
administrative office), knowing that the Company Clerk
(who should have been there) was threesheets-to-the-wind
by 9am!  (that's also why I had had to fill in for him at
least twice a week for the last 5 weeks .. yeah .. I was
touchtypist with a few brain cells).


When I got there, I didn't go into the captain's

restroom.. I went into his office!  .and waited.  when I

heard sounds out in the 1st Sgt's area, I cracked the door

enough to see who was there.  Sure enough, there was one

hot, young, stud-issue cook - with an even more attractive

cock!!

"Over here," I whispered.

"Oh... no..  You're in the captain's office," he nearly

whimpered. "And you think he'll be here on a Saturday

afternoon?" I countered. "uhhh... no... but .." he

muttered.

"There's a real sofa in here," I added.

"unnnnnnhhhhhh...," he again muttered.

"Wake up, Prudeau," I continued, "get your ass in here

now!"

I guess somewhere along the line, I had never really been
a `trainee' .. I had learned the tone and structure of
`command' long before.
.and at this point it really showed.

"Yes, sir." He replied.

Somehow, at that point, he had accepted me as "the
captain".  It's really amazing how roles can shift and
reverse and change simply from a tone of voice.

"Now we are going to get undressed, and you are going to
fuck my brains out!" I continued.  "You are going to take
that gorgeous cock of yours, and when I have it ready, you
are going to put it against my tight little hole, and then
you are going to shove it up into my hot guts and pound in
there until you shoot your hot juice up my ass and I tell
you that you can remove it!   Is that understood!?!"

"Yes, sir" he replied again.

I had already sensed that he was not one for touching, or
cuddling, or kissing, or any of the `non-manly' things.  I
think he thought that was `queer', but somehow, he also
much preferred pounding his cock into another guy's hole
than into a pussy.  I think he thought of it
as some kind of control - and that kept the `q' word at
bay.  But . with me . he knew that even from the `top' he
wasn't.  It was me in total control of what was happening.
So here was the total dichotomy - the dominant bottom with
the submissive top !!   OH ..  I love that !!!

So I sat on the captain's sofa, told him to get his

fucking fatigues off and get here in front of me.  He

still seemed hesitant until I stood back up, pulled him

over to me, unbuckled his belt, and peeled his fatigues

and skivvies down to open that beautiful cock to me. There

he was, his pants and shorts down around his boot tops,

and my mouth now fully engaged on his cock!

Damn!! it tasted twice as good as it looked!!!

He started to moan and his knees began to buckle.

I pulled away and said, "Get the fucking clothes off now!"

He didn't even hesitate this time.  He unbuttoned his
shirt, took if off, then pulled his t-shirt over his head
and off.  His boots were next.  Followed by his socks and
then his fatigue trousers and shorts.


I reached out and grabbed his tight little ass from around
the front and pulled him back into my face.  My mouth
found his balls and began to suck and lave them one at a
time.  Then I went back to that incredible cock!!  I
licked my way up the underside and then reached up with my
hand and slid that wonderful foreskin down, revealing the
reddened, smooth, almost bluish-purple head.  It shone
from the precum lubricant that had already been amply
dripped onto it within the shroud.


I pulled it forward and down and again covered it with my
hungry mouth.  He damned near shouted!!!!  His legs
buckled again.  I just reached behind, grabbed his thighs
on the back side and pulled him into me!  Then I started
to suck like a hoover gone wild!!!  That cock just needed
that worship!!!!


He started to shudder.  His cock began to swell even
beyond what it already was.  I felt his bull balls start
to rise and I knew that he was about to erupt.  But that
was not what I wanted.


I released his proud beauty from my oral ministrations,
and then sat back.  He looked down at me and almost cried,
I think.


That's when I turned and lay back and pulled my legs and
knees up to my chest, and told him to "fuck me now!"


The poor guy seemed totally confused for a minute or so.
Then he saw my twitching pucker and his top-mind took
control.  Actually, it was his lower head that had already
taken control of his mind. but it was `top' oriented.


The next thing I knew, he had grabbed some lube off the
table, squirted it onto his cock and into my crack, and
had his now-thinking head pressed against my pucker.


"Awwwwwwwwwwww fuckkkkkkkkk!" he muttered as he drove that
gorgeous 7+ uncut inches into my hungry hole!!!


"Awwww fuckkkk yes !!" I nearly screamed as he drove that
flesh poker all the way!


I couldn't believe it.  I thought that his cock would feel
good, but I didn't have half an idea of how good it would
feel!!!  I don't know to this day why that cock felt
sooooooo good.  but it did!!  Never had I
felt anything like that.  Was it the length? The girth?
The little bent? . I still don't know.  But . oh, my god.
was it good!!!  My next thought, of course, was "John Cook
is toast! As long as I'm here, this cock is mine!!!!!"

"Fuck, yeah!" I sort of heard through my delirium.

"Awwwwwwwww.... FUCK!" I heard clearly.

It was then obvious that he was also happy with the
`current connection'!!!

"Awwwwww..man...awwwww.. man." he continued to expel.

I reached up and grabbed hold of him!  I tried to pull his
whole body into me!  I had been fucked before, but this
was the fuck-of-thecentury!!! I just didn't know how to
respond or what to do!!!  I had already gone to Nirvana
and back and was now looking for another heaven to find!

My hands that were around his back moved down and grabbed
his ass cheeks and pulled them tighter and tighter into
me!!!  I wanted him as deep as he could possibly be!!!

My legs wrapped around him and my heels dug into his ass
cheeks as well!!!!

He was doing something to me that had never happened
before.  I wanted more and more of that `whatever' !!!

Then he started to pump!!!  He plowed into me.  He humped
my ass.  He just made himself soooooo at home in there!!!
And all I wanted was for him to bring in the furnishings,
the lights, the dropped ceiling. whatever!!!!!  I had been
`fucked' before. but what he was doing . well . I don't
know the word for it!!!!

My whole body was ready to simply explode like a nova!!!
All I could do was moan and just beg for "MORE"!!

"Yeah, babe," he cried.  "Yeah... I'm gonna breed your ass

and make you cry out for more!"

"Shit, yeah, guy . MORE!" "MMMMMMmmmmmmppppphhhhh.  Yeah.

here's more!" "More . more!!!"

"Awwwwww, baby ..  I'm gonna cum!!!  I'm gonna unload up
that sweet ass-cunt of your's! .Awwwwwwwwwwwwww..
NNnnnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhh!!!! Here it cums!!!!"


"Shoot it, you hot fuck!!! Shoot it up my ass!!!!  Lemme
feel you whitewash my guts!!  Lemme feel you unload that
quart of man-goo up my hole!!  Yeah, babe. do it . do it
now!!!  Lemme feel you breed my tight ass!!!  C'mon..  I
want to feel you do that up me!! I wannna know you shot
that hot load up there!!"


"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww fuckkkkkkkk!!!  Here it cums!!! .... oh.
shit!!!!
I'm pumpin'!!! I'm pumpin' that juice up your fuckin' ass
!!!! Awwwwwwwwwwww, baby !!!! You are soooooo fuckin' hot
!!!!  I'm fillin' your ass with all the cock-juice I've
got!!!  Awwwwwww, fuck that feels soooooooo good!!!"

I felt his whole body go rigid and knew - not just from
his mouth's utterings, but from my own insides - that he
had really released all
of himself into me.  That's all I wanted.

Then we both relaxed.  He fell onto me and just held
tight.

Then he did the totally unexpected.  He reached up with
both hands. Grabbed my head on both sides.  .and he kissed
me deeply and unashamedly.  I nearly started to cry.

He pushed up from me . and just said "thanks".

I knew what he meant - and how we both felt.  .but also
how we both knew that things would not change for us.

- - - - - - - -

Well. "those were the days" when you couldn't be what you
were.  I know, even today, there are `major choices' to be
made.    .but hopefully, it's not as harsh as it once was.





I hope you enjoyed this story . if you did, feel free to
write to me. I always respond to a nice pat on the head or
back (or butt).  And, as I'm always open to suggestions on
how to `improve' them, if you have something to say along
that line, I would be just as happy to hear from you
(assuming that it is `constructive' criticism) .. if you
want to just `flame' me .  go ahead. I've been around long
enough to let you do that too!!!  (that's why God said
"Let there be a DELETE key." .and it was good.)

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Thank you ..    Cnjshore9@aol.com