Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... still inside Robert, who was completely prone on my bed, he whispered, "Relax, Nick. Let me in and let me fuck both of you, ok? Let me help you fuck your boyfriend." I looked at him, how was he so fucking smart? I kissed him and let him drive us all into our third orgasm of the night. When it was over, Ryan and I shared a shot each, Robert kissed my lips and then took a shot of Coke.

The following morning Robert came to wake me up. He was freshly showered. He stripped naked to settle in as my little spoon on my tiny twin bed. He wrapped himself in my arms and backed what I can only surmise was a pre-lubed hole directly onto my cock which had no trouble entering and quicky spraying his warm meaty sleeve.

That night, the second day, the four of us were back together. Sam was eager to fuck a new hole and Robert agreed to try and take him. It was amazing to watch how enraptured he was when his sphincter was being stretched to the limit. I myself was horrified to think that my ass was opening up that wide every time Sam fucked me, but it did feel so good!

"So what were you doing for sex all these months," I asked Robert, after we had all enjoyed at least two thorough nuts that night. "I mean there is no privacy on this base. You think you can beat one off in the showers and suddenly some asshole flings open your curtain because you are using too much hot water."

This was a true Ryan story, told verbatim, and we all laughed. "Nothing, I just had a lot of wet dreams. I ...

... got used to waking up early to shower and I wash my sheets twice a week."

"Really," Ryan seemed in disbelief, "you weren't beating off anywhere?"

Robert shook his head and shrugged.

"So how did Ryan find out you liked men?" I asked. "I don't think that's in the unit bio pages."

"He's a pervert," Robert replied. "He was showering with the curtain open, fishing for eyeballs. I guess he caught mine."

"Fishing for eyeballs?" I cried, laughing at the term. "Why were you doing that, Ryan?"

He smiled and looked into my eyes, "For you, Nick. I felt bad Sam and I couldn't give you everything you were giving us, I mean we were trying our best, the kissing is fun and Sam really eats ass like it was snatch, but I know how awesome it is to get blown and well, I wanted to find a blower for you. So, I went fishing and caught me a fucking champion trout!"

As he spoke, he slapped Robert's ass as if he had been his prized creation.

I looked into Ryan's eyes again. My own filled with tears. "Don't do that Nick," he said to me. "I feel good when I am with you. I want you to feel just as good, no need for you to feel deprived or less loved."

I pulled him close and hugged him as tight as I could. A few tears fell on his back, I imagine he felt them. Sam tussled his hair and Robert was kissing my back, probably thanking Ryan for the hook he threw out into the universe.

I wiped my face and smiled again. "So, was Robert the only fish you caught?"

He laughed, "Shit no! ...