Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... on my bed, completely naked and hard, beating their dicks slowly.

"Hey, Nick!" they both said in unison.

It was impossible not to smile. I held up one finger to my lips and grabbed my towel from the hook near the door. I rolled it up and aligned it so that the light and some of the sound would be muffled for anyone who happened to be passing by. I pulled off my clothes quickly and joined the two men who were now standing side by side, their arms around each other's shoulders, hard cocks both swinging proudly in front of them.

"What do I need to know?" I asked, leaning in to give Ryan a kiss. He did not hesitate and kissed me back, grabbing both of my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I looked at Sam, "Do you... "

He didn't let me finish and he pulled me down into an uninhibited French kiss that immediately brought my own cock to attention. "I kiss pretty people and you are fucking pretty," he replied to the question I had not been able to get out.

"Do you kiss each other?" I asked.

They looked at each other as if the thought had never occurred to either. Sam shrugged and stepped forward. I nearly blew my load as the two soldiers locked their mouths together for the first time right in front of me. Ryan, the taller of the two, held Sam's face in his hands, turning and bending his neck to continuously adjust the pressure and angle of their kiss. Sam gripped Ryan's waist and shoulder, pulling his body in close and he seemed to be responsible for a lot of ...

... saliva being shared between the two men. Ryan pulled away and looked at Sam, he was smiling. "Who knew?" Ryan said.

Sam turned and looked at me, "No one fucks me, I don't suck cock, I don't eat cum, not even my own, and I don't kiss after you've been eating cum, five simple rules. If you're ok with those, I'm your whiskey whore for the duration of your tour."

"How much whiskey are we talking about?" I asked, curious at how much more I would need to procure and unsure when I might be able to do it.

Ryan stepped forward and then casually went behind me. He pulled me into his body, his dick found its new home and easily slid between my ass cheeks. "It isn't really about the whiskey, is it Sam?"

Sam smiled and stepped closer, hugging both Ryan and I tightly, turning me into the delicious ham in the middle of a soldier sandwich. I moaned. It felt warm and tight and I could not wait to be spit roasted. "It will be nice to come in here and share a drink with you Nick, but you have one of the rarest commodities of all in this place -- privacy. And on top of that you are offering up all your holes like a common whore. I'd come just for that Clay Matthews looking ass!"

"Yeah, he does look like nicer version of Matthews, I hadn't noticed," Ryan said, nodding along with the Corporal.

"This is awesome," I replied, pushing my ass out into Ryan's crotch, gyrating ever so subtly trying to place his pink knob right on my pucker. "It's a shame I don't get to fuck anyone, or get ...