Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... hard six inches.

As he relaxed that first day, I was surprised to learn he did not drink, my whiskey was useless on him. "It's a religious thing," he said, shrugging.

"What about the fucking?" I asked.

"That's wrong too, I decided to just do the one sin, maybe God will understand," he laughed, though I think part of him was probably serious.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked him, placing my hand on his thigh.

"I've been wanting you to kiss me since I walked in Mr. Strayer. You're really handsome!" he said.

"Ok, but if I'm going to fuck you, you really need to keep calling me Mr. Strayer," I said as I leaned in to taste the lips Ryan had just sampled. The kiss was electric. It was the kiss that starts the final credits rolling during a romantic comedy, it was the thing people remember when someone asks old couples when they fell in love. It was long and moist and soft. More than an introduction, it felt like a merger. I cannot explain it all, but that day, in my barracks, I felt time and space rest and relax around us while I kissed Robert. When we were done kissing, our tongues pulled back from their slow, melodic dance in the shared space we created with our open mouths, when we opened our eyes and looked at each other again, we wanted more of the other, nothing we gave one another satiated that early thirst. The first kiss unlocked an unyielding want to give and to take more: more affection, more caresses, more knowledge about one another, simply more.

At ...

... one point Ryan sensed this happening and stood to leave. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back, I pulled him close and the three of us kissed. I wanted him to feel, to share what was happening between Robert and me. The sex that day was unforgettable. Sam was away, on an overnight mission to a base about 100km away. It was just the three of us.

There were no instructions given, no commands. Just affirmations.

"That feels amazing, your mouth is so fucking warm," I told Robert, relieved to finally have my cock sucked after servicing Sam and Ryan for weeks.

"You like that Mr. Strayer?" Robert asked, grinning with the tip of my cock on his lower lip.

"I love it, Seargent Mullins, as you were," I replied.

Ryan was our cheerleader, our caretaker, our comforter. He kissed me tenderly while Robert sucked on my balls and took my dick deep into his body. "You feel good, Nick? Isn't my friend awesome? I never knew he liked cock sucking or up his ass, he is so cool, I would have invited him forever ago..."

When I was deep inside Robert, his legs high in the air, spread far apart, his hole begging for me to fuck him harder, the heat of his rectal walls practically boiling the blood inside my cock, Ryan would whisper, "You're doing so good, Robert. I told you he was awesome! He is the best. He really wanted a friend like you, a friend who'd open up for him, does that feel good?"

And when Ryan climbed in behind me and pushed his fat pole into my ass while I was ...