Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... 109th from South Dakota, I brought up my fascination with Ryan's seduction work, "Go fishing for me," I asked.

He knew why I wanted this. The loneliness that would come from losing them could only be fixed, no not fixed, could only be mitigated, by other friends who would help me through it and whom I could help get through whatever came our way.

"If you want to watch, come shave tomorrow morning at 06:30. And keep an eye on the crowd. But you know that you are fucking gorgeous, Nick. You could fish all day and be stuffed to your gullet all on your own," Ryan said, smiling.

"That's nice of you to say," I replied. "I am sure I will try it, but I want to see how the master does it, maybe we can catch some Sundevils while we're at it. You ship out in two days, I want to learn all I can," I added. He smiled back and kissed me.

"I love you, Ryan," I said, looking into his eyes and tenderly holding his cheek in my hand. I turned to Sam who was laying next to me, his complexion settled into a warm smile, "I love you too, Sam. I can't possibly explain how much the two of you mean to me."

Sam slid his hand into my trench and fingered my hole. That was as much of an 'I love you,' as I could expect from him in that moment. I laughed softly. "We love you too, Nick. I got a tattoo of your face just under my skin, it will be there forever, I promise," Ryan replied. I kissed each of them one more time and they headed back to their barracks.

The next morning, their last ...

... full day, I was up early and at 06:30 I was standing at a sink, brushing my teeth, scouting the room for Ryan. He walked in and slowly stripped out of his clothes. He did not bother with a towel, he left it on top of his things on one of the benches in front of the shower stalls. As promised, he mindlessly left the curtain open, as if he did not care. His body was smooth, limber, and athletic, stunning as always. He had perhaps put on a few pounds of muscle since I met him, he looked the tiniest bit thicker, and I had not noticed before. It suited him well, especially around the chest and thighs.

Not wanting to get lost in Ryan, I scouted the room for fish. Sure enough, three of the seven guys in the room could not keep their eyes off of him. They sat facing him as they dressed or undressed, their gaze almost glued to the sexy Corporal, he had been promoted in the time he had spent in Afghanistan, the most recent promotion came just two days after Robert had been killed.

He was washing his hair, showing off his biceps and his abs, the small patches of hair in his pits, scrubbing his dirty bits, washing his cock and balls and carefully washing the crevice between his round, plump ass. He may have lingered there for me a bit longer than necessary. I could have sworn he winked at me at one point, it could have been soap in his eye.

One of the first three men loitered a long time. Others came in during Ryan's unusually long shower and even though there were people waiting, ...