Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... I am a fucking ass magnet, apparently. I had seven guys come up to me later and hint that they wanted to fuck. If you ever get tired of us or we ship home, I got names, cock sizes and favorite drinks."

I laughed. "I guess that is all eHarmony ever needed to ask."

Over the weeks a pattern emerged where we spent the evenings together. Sex, when it happened was wilder and wilder, culminating the night before my scheduled trip home for a couple of weeks of leave, in a DP where I took turns with Sam and Ryan inside of Robert. I had purchased lube at the Embassy PX for that night -- amazingly they had lube at the Embassy PX.

Robert was laying on top of me, facing me so we could kiss and I could hear his groaning while he rode my cock. Ryan entered next. Robert looked so beautiful, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, a guttural grunt pouring out of him as he lost the ability to speak, the heat he was giving both Ryan and I, it was searing, like he was branding our cocks with his ass walls hotter than rolling lava. Sam nearly broke all of us when he replaced Ryan. I thought my dick was being crushed by one of those machines that chews up cars. It was so much pressure, Robert's hole felt tiny. Meanwhile, Ryan, as always, was cheering us on. Giving us small kisses, caressing Robert's back.

"I don't understand how your ass is not ripped in half right now, you want me to take a picture? It is so fucking huge! You could have a baby right now out of that hole! ...

... FUCK!"

I laughed, which did not help Robert, as the vibrations from my chest caused minor contractions to his pelvic floor and his anal sphincters. "No, no, no. No laughing until I can relax," he pleaded.

I caressed him and kissed him but after just a couple of minutes, I called it. I did not want to have to go to the infirmary and explain this injury. Robert was relieved, we were all writing checks his ass could not cash and we returned to a normal spit roasting of my beloved Robert. I never called him my boyfriend, Ryan was the only one that had done that, but I loved him in a different way than I loved Sam and Ryan, that was clear to all four of us. Outside my room we barely spoke, inside my room we were passionately in love and we hoped for a future long after this war was over.

We had spent every morning after we met, together. Rain, shine, snow or sleet, he found his way to my bed and we curled into one another. We talked of home, of loved ones and those whom we can no longer love as we once did, we talked about dreams and a life after Afghanistan. The day I left for home Robert crawled into my bed as he always did. This time he was facing me, our legs tangled together. He was two months from returning home, the entire unit would be returning home, in fact. Their deployment was just one year. Just...as if one year were easy doing what they were doing. He caressed my face and pushed my hair out of my eyes. He kissed me tenderly and said almost nothing. I can't wait to see ...