Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... life with him and all we needed was time to deliver all that joy and happiness to the world, to each other. We just needed time. Time to show him how happy I could make him, time to be made happy by him. Everything was ready. Everything was aligned, in place, ready for just one tiny push forward. The seed was in the ground and needed a whisper of water to spring roots, leaves, stems and in no time at all, boundless bushels of the world's sweetest fruit. All the love, all the hope, all the promise, it was ready. I wept for all that we had and all that we experienced, but I hurt and mourned and was ripped to shreds from the inside out as I tried to mourn a future that was no more, that could not be.

There is no sadness I have known greater than the loss of promise, the loss of hope. So, I wept.

Ryan held me for hours, caressing my hair and whispering that he loved me, and I know he did. I know he does. Sam did the same, gently rubbing my back and bringing me water, bringing me tissues, bringing me whiskey. The night dragged on and I was inconsolable. Sam left and came back with six of Robert's best friends. The guys he was loyal to, they guys loyal to him, the ones that knew about us. They all stripped out of their shirts and their pants, they pulled me to the floor and took my clothes off as well. And through the night, someone was always holding me tight, their skin against mine, their warmth a gift and a comfort to me as I shook from the tears that seemed impossible ...

... to arrest or slow. They took turns attending to me, tenderly caressing my hair as Robert had, gently rubbing my chest, sometimes kissing my head. They held me while it all poured out of me, they stayed until sometime early in the morning when, completely exhausted and drained of my will to fight whatever it was that had taken him from me, I found I was done crying.

I had no words, but none were needed. They hugged me, squeezed my arms, some kissed my face. It was what we did now, make each other well enough to return home, that was the only mission left that was also worth doing.

Shot of Whiskey Ch 4: Getting Home

In the following days, after my return, after I had experienced the brunt of my grief over Robert, Sam and Ryan and I were determined to both survive their last six weeks in country but also to honor Robert's joy by experiencing more of our own. They had already had two weeks to mourn together with the unit and were lighter than I was, less burdened by the weight of recent loss. This helped me a lot and I asked Ryan at one point if any of the fish he had caught when he first introduced me to Robert were still around.

"Shit, Nick," Ryan asked, "You want more guys to fuck you? Sam and I are not enough? Have you seen his dick."

I laughed. "I've seen both your dicks; I love them a lot. I am just bummed you won't be my fuck buddies here or stateside, but no, I don't want another cock in our study group, I am just wondering what happens when you leave, I ...