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Shot of Whiskey

... me wide open like that. I could feel some of his load emptying out onto Sam below me and wondered how ok that might be for the handsome mega cock soldier.

"Want to try something new?" Ryan asked, offering no additional explanation.

"How do you know it's new for me?" I asked.

"If you've done this before, you can fuck me," He replied, grinning.

Sam giggled underneath me but I just nodded vigorously.

"Close your eyes. Now, how does this feel?" he asked as he slid something large and round and softer than his cock, into my wasted and widened out hole.

"It feels amazing, like my ass is full of a thick meaty soft cock or I got stuffed with balloons full of puddy. It feels so good, it's perfect after my nut," I replied. It did feel perfect, it was like someone had shoved a giant stress ball into my anal cavity, it was pushing on all my walls and was pressing on millions of nerve endings but it was still subtle, somehow tender. Suddenly, I felt a second object being pushed inside, then a third. I had never felt that full before while at the same time, it was wonderful that the objects were soft, squishy and warm. I knew then that I was being filled up by Ryan's massive, meaty testicles and, his cock, all at once.

"I'm balls in," Ryan said, pushing his hips into me to keep himself lodged inside. "I didn't lose the bet, did I?"

I shook my head and smiled. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I looked at him like a puppy.

"No tongue," he said, as he leaned into ...

... give me a long peck on the lips.

He stood up and I felt a pop as his balls and semi-hard cock all slipped out of me, taking a good deal of his own cum with them. I hated feeling empty after all that meat had filled me, I suddenly understood the butt plug crowd. We cleaned up as best we could and settled in for a much-deserved whiskey and coke before heading back to the latrines for a quick shower.

Shot of Whiskey Ch 3: Counting the Cost

The next few weeks were busy, very busy. We always traveled in heavily armored convoys, every movement and every passenger carefully vetted and considered. We visited multiple locations, usually I was just a passenger and had only a minimal role in the itineraries planned by the PRT. My police training piece was one of many efforts and it was certainly far from the most important, at least in terms of actual impact. I wished it were not the case, but the reality of the thing was shit. I went because there were always Afghan National Police providing protection for our events and I wanted to see how prior training had been operationalized and what adjustments we could make to improve our effectiveness. And there were often questions about the training or about the police from tribal leaders and it was important for me to be the face of our efforts in the province. Once a month we planned a visit specifically to the police training center. That was my main job and I was able to do it directly and onsite for about four hours a month.

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