COOKIN''EM

Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 04:07:11 +0000 (GMT)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Cooking Cock

I know your stories are fiction, but one of the guys I was telling you about, well he came over and he wanted to try it and I couldn't talk him out of it so I made a fire on my grill and made it so the flames were high and gave him some poppers and he stuck his cock and balls right in. I put some grease around his crotch area so the skin there wouldn't burn. After about 45 min and after a lot of screaming he was done and he couldn't feel anything from the base of his cock. So I let it cool and I took a bite and it tasted pretty good actually. I ended up eating his balls and all, so I just wanted to tell you in case you wanted to know more.

Mark

COOKIN' EM

By Rob Cole

"I don't think this is going to work," said Mark. The guy said it was just a story."

"Yeah well, that's not the only story I've read about cooking cock, and there's all the stuff on the website where I got this."

Jason held up the bottle of Xylocaine which he'd just used to inject his crotch.

"Well, it's your cock."

"And balls. And it'll be cool if it works."

Jason wagged his rigid 8-inch penis back and forth, making the 20-pound weight on his balls swing against his long legs, and grinned.

The two young jerk-off buddies were naked in Mark's kitchen. Jason had meticulously removed all the hair from his crotch and prominent male organs. The dark pink flaring head of his penis was wet with pre-cum. Mark was not quite as hard erect and had only shaved his balls, as usual.

He had a gas grill which he had placed on a crotch-high stand and over which he had rigged a sort of hood out of heavy aluminum foil. The gas was turned all the way up and flames licked through the face of the grill.

Jason untied the weight. His big testicles still hung well down in the thin sac, which was what he wanted.

"Here we go."

He slipped the elastrator over both dick and balls, pushed the band as far into the base of the cock as he could, pulled the scrotum taut, and released the band. As it bit in, he grimaced.

"Hurt?"

"A little. Not much. Sort've aches."

His organs began to darken as the circulation was cut off. The cock, of course, remained rigid. He tested it with his fingers. "Getting numb. But it feels like I could still get an orgasm if I pumped it."

"You could try it. It couldn't go soft afterward."

"Naw, who needs it. It's just a big sausage now."

Mark helped him wrap aluminum foil around his upper thighs and around his body just over the base of the cock.

"That's probably all we'll need," he said. "In the stories, they don't use anything."

With his left hand, he gripped cock and balls together. He pushed the balls down to the bottom of the sac, rolled the right one up by the side of the cockshaft and picked up a six-inch roasting skewer which he'd made sure was really sharp. He stuck the point into the side of the testicle and pushed. The organ resisted, the taut skin over it dimpling, but after a second or two, the thin steel implement, intended to hold a deboned roast together, suddenly penetrated. A drop of dark blood appeared. Jason grimaced, but tightened his grip on his organs and kept pushing. Mark watched intently, gripping and kneading his own testicles.

"What does it feel like?"

"Hurts more than I expected," Jason admitted. "But it's going through." And it was apparent from the two inches of the skewer that had gone in so far that it was now well into the cockshaft. He shifted his grip slightly and after a moment, the point of the skewer emerged from the other side of his penis. He rolled the other testicle into place over the point and kept working the skewer through until the point emerged again, this time from the left ball.

Jason positioned the skewer until it was roughly centered in his male organs, then held them up on the palm of his hand. The whole works had turned purple.

"How about that," he said.

"Neat."

Jason substituted a roasting fork for his hand, brushed his genitals with melted butter from a waiting bowl and sprinkled them with pepper and garlic powder.

"Okay, ready to cook."

Turning, he thrust his skewered penis and testicles under the improvised hood and over the grill into the flames. Seconds later, he let out a yelp and jerked them back, breathing hard.

"Damned painkiller is hardly working."

"Told you."

"Fuck it. I'm gonna cook ‘em anyway!"

He thrust his genitals back into the flames, took a deep breath and clamped his jaw hard. After a moment, he spread his feet slightly, keeping his pelvis thrust forward, and gripped his forearms behind his back. Sizzling sounds and the smell of frying butter came from the grill. Sweat popped out on Jason's forehead, then on his back and chest. His whole body trembled, but he held his position.

Mark watched silently. His penis had wilted.

After a few minutes, there was an unmistakable whiff of cooking meat from the grill. Jason relaxed slightly.

"They're cooking," he announced, sounding a bit awed. "They're really cooking."

Mark still looked doubtful, but it wasn't clear whether it was the fact that Jason's male organs were actually cooking or the whole idea of cooking them in the first place that he doubted.

Jason relaxed some more, but he still kept his cock and balls in place over the grill. The aroma of cooking meat mixed with musk was now strong in the room. Jason began making small fucking motions with his hips. After a couple of minutes of this, he gasped and his body went rigid.

"Oh, man! Oh, wow! I think I just came. Oh, God!"

Mark shook his head in disbelief. "This isn't happening."

Jason was grinning. "What a blast," he said. "Like fireworks in my crotch. It's still happening, sort of."

"Let's see what the, uh, meat looks like," Mark suggested.

Jason obliged, withdrawing his genitals from the improvised hood. With the cock clamped off, there was no sign of the orgasm. The cock was still more or less erect but it all flopped down heavily now between Jason's legs. The skin had gone brown and shiny.

"Cooking nicely, looks like," he said. He lifted penis and testicles on the cooking fork and brushed some more butter on them, then thrust them back on the grill. "Maybe another 15 minutes."

As the time dragged, Jason could hardly contain his excitement.

"Told you," he kept saying. "Told you it'd be easy to do. Cookin' ‘em is a natural. I bet that's how weiners got started. Some guy tried cooking his cock."

"Or somebody else's," Mark conceded.

"You need nice big ones, though. Like mine."

"Yeah. Sausage on the hoof."

They both laughed.

"We'll have to cook yours later."

"Uh, I'll think about it."

"Come on, man, this is great. You still gonna help me eat it?"

Mark did grin this time. "You bet."

"I get the cockhead, though. The stories all say that's the best part."

When Jason finally decided his organs were done, he lifted them onto a carving board, speared the penis, sliced off the head and popped it into his mouth. Mark watched him chew it slowly, his own dick hard again.

"How is it?"

"Not bad. Needs something. You got any barbeque sauce?"

He sliced off another couple of pieces of cock and they both tried them with A-1 Sauce.

"Kinda tough," Mark allowed.

"Yeah, a little. Must have been all that jerking off. Want a ball?"

"Sure."

Jason sliced open the scrotum. The testicles emerged still steaming a little.

"You know they used to call these mountain oysters."

"Who did?"

"Cowboys. They played poker and bet their balls."

Mark raised his eyebrows but didn't comment as he sliced Jason's left testicle in two, put some A-1 on it and popped it in his mouth. "You can sort of taste the cum. Interesting flavor."

"I could definitely develop a taste for this stuff," Jason said. "Maybe we could throw cooking parties."

"Only guys with big cocks invited."

Jason sliced off the rest of his penis at the elastrator band, decided it wasn't cooked enough and put it back on the grill.

"I wonder if I can get it fixed so it'll look like there never was anything there. A smoothie, like in the stories. Wouldn't that be cool? I'll use testosterone gell so I'll be turned on but it won't show."

"But you won't be able to do anything about it."

Jason shrugged. "That'll be cool, too."

They divided and ate the rest of Jason's penis.

"When do you want to do yours?"

"I'll think about it."

"And we ought to e-mail that guy and tell him how easy it was."

"Yeah. I'll sure do that."

And he did.