Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2007 20:23:57 EST From: Cnjshore9@aol.com Subject: First Cook -- Second Helping Hey, guys .. another episode Hope you enjoy it. But first, 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, CLICK your "Back" button!!! And get out of here!! Also, this is a story conjured up and typed by me (cnjshore9), and although it is not "legally" copy-righted, c'mon guys, don't go stealin' my stuff. First Cook - Second Helping Another week of training passed. I was back in the orderly room playing company clerk three times that week, so I missed most of it! That ass-hole clerk really needed to go!!! (besides, he wasn't even cute !) However, luckily, I had the whole cadre `covering' for me (at the captain's "suggestion"), and I pretty much got by with a lot more than any other "low-life `troop'" in the company. (It was also some very good - and, perhaps, unique -- training for me to use a few years later, when I got my commission and ended up commanding a training company myself!) The only problem was . the captain. damn! He WAS cute!!! And just sexy as hell !!! But `terminally' straight, married, etc.. If only ... So I just waited for the weekend - the one where we would all get our first `overnight pass' (unless you had really fucked up!). Somewhere during the week, I managed to corner John Cook - alone - and suggested that maybe he would agree to going off-base with me for the weekend. We could get a motel `in town' for Saturday night and see what might happen. Surprisingly, he agreed. .and that's what happened. Saturday morning, I was doing the `usual whatever; and, truthfully, I'm not really sure what that was (other than, as I recall, there was always an inspection on Saturday morning.??). Anyway, at some point I happened to be outside the barracks when Prudeau walked over to me. "You going into town today?" he asked. "Yeah." I responded. "Wanna ride out with me?" he asked. "Sure, I'd like to do that . but it's probably not a great idea," I said, "don't want `people talking', if you know what I mean." "Yeah, probably right. So. what are your plans?" At this point it was pretty damned obvious that `super cook' wanted to be `super cock' and plow my ass again!!! .and, let's face the facts. I would really love to have that one back in my horny hole!!" "Well, Cook and I are going to get a room in town," I continued. "Oh," he mumbled, looking very confused. In fact, he shook his head as if to try and make things fall into place. Finally, he queried, "a cook?" "No. shit. guy . JOHN cook ! You remember him! The guy you were fucking when I said `Gotcha!'." "Oh.?.." It was really just a questioning stutter. "Unnnhhh. he's a total bottom. and you're getting together? I thought you wanted to get fucked." "Yep" I offered. (there are times that short responses get the best results!) ".but. hunh?" "Because I think that's a `double incentive' to get a hot, horny, and damned well-hung, Spec-4 to come calling!" "But, Babe.." (wow! He's getting personal now!). "I'd come to you . and cum . without the extra." "I know that," I said. "But he's getting pissed that I `took you away' .. And I think he needs some attention to keep his fucking mouth shut !" "Awwww, fuck!" "He wouldn't would he?" "I'm not sure," I replied. "I just don't want any `chances'." "Damn! You do think ahead, don't you," he growled. "You better damned believe it!" I replied. "If you are going to play in a mine field .. and in military terms, we are sure as shit in one of those.. you better get your maps and plans in synch.and know just where to step! So you are gonna have to pound his sweet little ass to put a smile on his face - and in his head! .and, in the meantime, you are gonna have to pound mine as well. Think you are up for that ???" "Oh.. Yeah!!! I can do that !!! .just remember. you have the ass that I really want now!" "Thanks, guy . `cause you have the cock that I want - now and later!! ..but . I've never been to town here before. What motel should we go to?" "Look. .I'll get the room. It's called the `Lido' It's only a couple blocks outside the gate - on the right.. Just look for the room where my car is parked." "Oh, okay." I replied, having seen him driving into and out of the company area in a really beat-up old Ford Fairlane. "Pay for the room, and tell them it's for two. We'll add the third and not tell, and I'll pay you back. Okay?" "Sounds good to me," he agreed. `Sounds good to me too,' I thought. `Overnight with that hot cock poking my ass.and a cock like the one on John Cook in my mouth. ...oohhhhhhhhh.. that's a cream dream cum true!!!' ..and off I went - in search of a guy with the surname Cook. .......... When I found him, he was standing outside the `Day Room' (a room off the back of the admin building, where the troops could gather and watch tv - and bitch and moan about their sad lot in life!!). "Hey, guy," I started. "Looks like everything is going well." "Oh? What's that supposed to mean," he countered. "Looks like we already have some things to look forward to," I replied. "Hunh? What the fuck do you mean by that?" he pressed. "I mean. We got a room set up. We got a hot cook waiting for us. We are going to have a fuckin' great weekend!" "A `cook' ?" "Yeah. Prudeau !" "You're sharing?" "Fuck yeah! We've been goin' thru all this shit together!!! Let's get the good times together!" He actually looked right at me and smiled !!!! "No, shit?" he asked. "No shit. We are going to have a weekend to remember. You.me.and the `other cook'!" "Holy fuck!" he blurted. "You mean... we are going to .. All get together?!?!" "Yep! All together!!! And any- and every- thing goes! Is that gonna be fun?!?!?" "What the fuck are we standing here for? Let's get our asses in gear and get the hell out of here and into town! ..and just where are we going?" "A local, probably cheesy, motel called the `Lido'," I answered. "Okay . let's go find the `Lido'!" "Let's grab our bags," I said, "and I'll see you at the bus stop in `five'." It was actually closer to `ten' by the time we met and waited for the first bus into town. As we passed the Lido on the way off base, I pointed to it and whispered, "We have to take a cab back here. Don't want to stop the bus and have anyone notice." "Shit! You do think of all those things, don't you?" "You better. Or you're gonna be fuckin' busted." When we got to the bus station, we grabbed a cab, and I said to the driver, "the Lido." He just looked for a minute than put the old wagon in gear and headed out. Guess he knew where it was. He didn't ask for an address, but I noticed that he was heading back the same way the bus had come. A few minutes later, he pulled into the motel parking area. I paid him and gave him a nice tip, figuring he wouldn't say anything to anyone. That's when I saw Prudeau's Fairlane parked over in front of #17. "This way," I said. J.Cook just followed my lead. When we got to the door, I just rapped once. No funny "tap-d-tap-tap- -tap-tap". The door cracked open a couple inches, then opened wide. Prudeau was standing there in nothing but a pair of very well-filled Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs!! "Hi, boys!" he said. Well, as it turned out, he was 28 and we were only 21 and 22, so we didn't really get offended by the term. "Hi, Cockie ..ummm.. . I mean Cookie," I quipped in some attempt at humor. "Get in here," he said quickly. "Half the fucking company is in this place!" Understanding the situation, we walked in and shut the door as quickly as possible. John was even more `ready' than I was, apparently. He walked in, dropped his ditty bag, and immediately reached out and grabbed a big handful of the package in the briefs. "Shit!" he muttered. "I almost forgot how fuckin' big that baby is!" Then he turned and looked directly at me and finished it with, "but I guess some guys have more recent memories of it!" My first reaction was to blush and cower and feel `the loser'. Then I caught myself and remembered that I don't play that game!! "But this weekend. there are no winners or losers. there are just players. ..and that's what we are here for! In three more weeks, you and I are going to be sent who-the-fuck-knows-where. .and Prudeau, here. he's gonna be stuck in this shit-hole for another year!!! Who knows. one of us may be lucky enough to get stuck here with him - and thereby stuck here BY him - but that's a damned slim chance. So let's have a fucking great weekend. Share-and-share-alike! He's gonna fuck us both, I guarantee you!! And I'm gonna suck you dry in between.. And you are welcome to do whatever you want as well. This is going to be 24 hours of non-stop man-on-man sex - or at least until we give up and sleep!! . and remember. there are still 2 more weekends before we have to part ways. Is that okay?" "Shit, yes!" was the duo-response. .and it started. Nobody said to do so, but the next thing I remember, John and I were both out of our uniforms and down to our skivvies and had picked Prudeau up and thrown him back on the bed. "Who goes where first?" John asked. "Pull his shorts off," I told him. "Then you straddle him and ride that baby like a rocking horse. I'll think of what the rest of us can do." As he pulled the briefs down, Prudeau's cock stood upright at rigid attention like one of the queen's Beefeaters. John dropped his shorts and was up, straddling that saddle horn, and on it like a flash!!! I, in turn, dropped my shorts, and with my knees on each side of the cook's head, I began to eat that delicious-looking beef on John's front as I shoved my cock into Prudeau's mouth. This was going to be a damned tiring weekend!!! John was bouncing on Prudeau's cock like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. I was equally engaged in sucking on that proud, cut, baby of John's that just kept twitching and swelling in my mouth. Meanwhile Prudeau, now best known as `the-guy-on-the-bottom' was sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow and at the same time was pumping his cock up into John's sweet, tight ass. Everyone was moaning, groaning, chirping, and making all sorts of noises. I was hoping to hell that the walls were thick and this wasn't one of those cheap motels that had cardboard walls!!! (fat chance!!!) What would happen if someone next door heard what was going on!?!? Fuck! Who cares. they're there to do the same damned thing !!! `Well,' I thought. `It's still early afternoon, and the rest of the guys are out drinking beer - or whatever -- and trying to find some damned pussy that wasn't too ugly! So there probably isn't anyone there to hear us!' It was then that I heard the first undeniable sounds coming from the cook under me. "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww... fuccccckkkkkkkk!" Having been with him before, I knew that particular sound and phrase. "Awwwwwwwwww..mannnnnnnnn.. awwwwwwww .. fuckkkkkkkkkk.." There was no doubt that John Cook was about to get a load from the mess hall cook below!!!!! .and things were likely to get very, very messy !!! The synchronized sucks and fuck were right there!!!! Busby Berkeley or Bob Fosse couldn't have choreographed it better than it was going. "NNnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh," I heard from above me. Then "AAaaaannnnnnnngggggggggggg!" again from above me. That was almost drowned out by my own nearly shouted, "NNNNnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh! Awww fuck, baaaaaabbbbyyyy!! Succckkkkk it! Succccckkkk itttttt!" So many sounds . so few real words ..but the bucking and jerking and grunts and moans were the sound-track and scene for at least 15 good porno flicks!!! Talk about "hot sex" and "manly smells" and "electricity" . it was all there!! Over and over and over. There was something primeval, something purely MAN going on!!! .and it was good . it was in-fucking- credibly good!!! This was the ultimate sexual triangle!! All points and all sides were in total synch. I could hear the soft squishing sound of a cock pounding an ass. I could hear the slurp and sucking of a mouth around a hot cock, and I could feel the same thing as my own mouth was slobbering over the hot piece of flesh within my own lips!!! At this point I swear I heard the background music of an orchestral accompaniment. Then I felt the body under me arch up violently and go rigid. Suddenly he stopped sucking, but in that state I started mouth fucking. The vibration of his unuttered screams were all it took to put me teetering on the edge. Then the cock in my mouth started to swell as it shoved its way deeper into my throat. The head seemed to double in size and the shaft got even harder as it went from thick hard rubber to absolute solid marble in a flash. I knew what was about to happen! That's when my own balls slammed up into the base of my cock and its whole 6.5 inches turned to throbbing hardened steel! "OOOoooooooooohhhhhhh .. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" sounded like a chorus!!!!! Was it me? Was it John? Was it Prudeau? Was it two of us? Was it all of us? Who could tell!!! Suddenly, there were three cocks erupting hot lava like some prehistoric volcanic range . all joining in unison. as quarts of cum started to flow!! Prudeau's whole body began to shiver and twitch, as John began to ride off into space, pounding his ass down onto the penetrating rod that was unleashing its life juices into his hungry guts. His cock lifted and swelled and pumped his own sex batter into my gnawing mouth, when I started to unload what seemed to be month's worth of saved-up jizm into the mouth below me! It was a three-way super-nova ejaculation!!!!! I had (and don't think have ever had since) just a total explosion of sex, thrill, and cum like that!!!!!! .and I'm pretty sure neither of the others have!! I don't know how long it went on. Ten seconds? Twenty? Thirty? . who can tell in such a totally mind and soul bending situation!! There were just three of us . there.. but not there.. Just ecstacy and wanting more and more and more!!!! Giving.and receiving.. I can't really relate what it was like. You just have to believe that it was beyond any expectation or belief!!!! Two mouths and one ass were all sucking the last drop out of whatever balls were attached to the jerking, spewing, and now deflating cock that was in there. Each was trying so desperately to empty the other while having the same thing done to him. Somewhere behind all of this, there was the feeling that you just wanted to explode in shower of sparks and fire!!! It just couldn't get better!! When my mind finally surfaced and came back to reality, I was lying on Prudeau's right side, my face next to his hip, and John was lying to his left, nearly face to face with him. "Holy, fuck!" Prudeau finally managed to put it into words. "Holy, fucking, fuck!" ..and that really summed it up. .but, my mind - always ready with a quick quip - just thought, "who the fuck ever said `TWO many cooks spoil the soup'??" ..... I'd really like to say that the next 23 hours went the same way, but, c'mon.. after that first session, we got up, hit the shower, and went out for some pizza. When we got back to the room, being careful that Prudeau went first .and then John and I went in like we were the only occupants.. We did have another bit of `fun' . that time I was on my back, while Prudeau rode my ass, smiling at me the whole time. Then I sucked John again, and he did the honors to Prudeau. After all that, we fell into exhausted sleep until nearly 10am!!! ..of course we then had 8 more hours before we had to be back in the company area, and there was a bit more. (we were all a lot younger than now !!!) Unfortunately, circumstances did not allow us to repeat that fun weekend, and a couple weeks later, orders came out and John was headed off to California while I was sent to Georgia. I never saw Prudeau again either. Although I actually filled out the "Assignment Preference Form" to go back there after my next assignment, the Army in all it's wisdom chose not to do that. So, "Hey, `Cookie', if you should read this. let me know. write and tell where you are !!!! ________________________________________ This was another story by `cnjshore9' .. Hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please feel free to write and let me know. I do try to answer all your notes. .. And while you are in a good frame of mind, maybe you'll think about dropping a nice donation to Nifty. Help us keep this site alive and thriving. Thanks.