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Shot of Whiskey

... turned to see Ryan smiling and Abercrombie standing next to him. Both were fully dressed now and the new soldier was grinning as his hand pumped his fingers hard into my ass.

"I like mine with my morning coffee, Nick," he said, biting his lip. "I'm Sam, by the way. Corporal Samuel Erikson. Redding here mentioned you had something special. Unlike Ryan though, I don't need much motivation. I love fucking fags, no one is more grateful, and no one takes it better than a man that loves cock. Did you like my cock, Nick?"

I nodded furiously as we all heard the other shower shut off. Sam pulled his hand out of my ass and shoved his fingers in my mouth. I sucked them clean and must have looked bewildered as both men laughed and walked away. I began to dry myself off and turned in time to see a pudgy soldier pulling his pants up quickly. He was dressed and out of the facility before I had finished drying myself off.

I spent the rest of the afternoon arranging my room and getting acquainted with the base. I stopped by the PRT offices and met Major Adam Rodriguez, the PRT military commander, as well as the three civilian leads for various other agencies, chiefly USAID and the Departments of State and Commerce. Major Rodriguez was a tall Latino, first generation American, who carried himself proudly and had a serious, authoritative air. Interestingly, he seemed to still believe in the mission. That was refreshing in some ways, the one man holding out hope against all evidence. ...

... He was a strong man, in his late 30's, black hair and dark brown eyes. He rarely smiled with his mouth, though he should have, it was clear someone spent a fortune on orthodontics. His face was long and oval, his most masculine feature were his eyes, deep set, determined and intelligent in their regard. Physically, he kept in great shape, his 5'11" frame was very well proportioned, even his combat uniform could not hide the enormous chest muscles he diligently developed. The only part of him that was visible as I spoke with him were his forearms which were both wide, thick and marked with pronounced veins that gave the impression he had just done a heavy set of wrist curls, just for the pump.

After meeting everyone, I returned to my room and by 6:30 pm I was wondering about dinner. Just then I heard a knock at my door. I opened it and Lieutenant Dorado was standing there, "Mr. Strayer, I wanted to come by and see if everything was going well, if there was anything you needed."

"Thanks, Lieutenant Dorado, I am doing well. Just thinking about dinner," I replied.

"Come with me, I was just headed there myself," he offered. Relieved not to have to eat alone, I nodded and stepped out the door, closing it behind me.

The DFAC was crowded but somehow the crowd advanced and was served in an orderly fashion. Dorado explained that there were three protein buffet lines at each meal, except for breakfast. Each line started with an option of beef, seafood or a random American ...