Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... would happen. By the time we all went home, they knew my siblings' names, the names of all my pets back ten years, and, most surprisingly, I opened up about my kids, my life before my divorce. And many nights, towards the end their tour, if we stayed together very late, and pushed a third drink, we talked about Robert.

During my third week there, Ryan knocked on my door and walked in with a soldier I had seen before, but not someone I had spoken with until then.

"Hey, Nick," Ryan said, his smile seemingly unflappable. "I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine from back home. His name is Robert. Sergeant Robert Mullins."

"Hi Robert, please come in," I said, holding the door open wide.

He shook my hand and nodded. A shy smile flashed across his face. He took off his cover and looked nervously about, it was almost painful to watch his shyness and nerves.

"Relax, Robert, please," I said. "I don't know what Ryan has said but nothing is happening here other than friends hanging out, that's it."

Robert smiled sheepishly again and had trouble maintaining eye contact. Ryan grinned and winked at me, "Nick, you know how you want to fuck someone? It turns out Robert is actual gay, like really wants it up his ass and stuff, like you."

"No one kisses me as well as you do, Ryan, I am not sure what the fuck you mean by actually gay," I joked, hoping to put Robert at ease.

Ryan took matters into his own hands, or perhaps he took the wrong cue from what I said, ...

... but he suddenly leaned into Robert and planted a long, slow kiss on his full, delectable lips. I could almost see the tension flowing out of his shoulders and all the air he had trapped in his lungs was allowed to flow out freely.

He was a handsome, tall, black man. Maybe 25 years old at most. He had a likeable demeanor from the get-go and easily settled into our foursome. He had joined fresh out of high school and re-enlisted to stay with the guys in his unit to whom he was unquestionably loyal, as they were to him. He was one of seven siblings from a tightknit, conservative family.

Physically, he was breathtaking. You could have set him down on an Olympic track and asked him to run the thousand meters, he would have fit in perfectly. Lean enough to be nimble and lithe, he had more stamina than all of us combined, but he was strong enough and muscular enough that you longed to see his clothes fall off his body, especially his ass. His ass was the original ass after which all others must have been molded. It was tight, high, perfectly round, muscular to the touch and, opening it to dive in with cock, tongue or fingers, always felt like a privilege. He had wonderful hazel eyes, a roundish face that made him look more youthful than he was, and a nearly completely hairless body, from the neck down, all he had was a tiny patch above his gorgeous, circumcised cock. He was not hung by the standards in the room, I think I lucked out with Sam and Ryan, but he held his own with a ...