Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... no one seemed to mind. In all, he had captivated at least seven men that I could count, of the twenty or so that came through. As it turned out, no one was pulled in by some fancy dance or a hung soldier jerking off, they were simply attracted to him, natural, healthy, young, stunning Ryan.

That night, Ryan and Sam came to my room, they were accompanied by Logan and Jeremy. These were two of the lurkers and they were drop dead gorgeous. Both were over six feet tall and both had been athletes. One played baseball, the other had been on the diving team. Both had placed nationally in their respective sports and both would be heading to play for Arizona State after their deployment.

They were confident young men, comfortable in their skin as one might expect, generous with their friendship and their bodies. Both had wonderfully shaped, wonderfully near average cocks, just over six and seven inches. It would be nice to give my ass a slight break after eight months of fucking with horse cock Sam and fat cock Ryan. Jeremy, the blue eyed diver, also liked to bottom and I enjoyed his perfect ass many times, he was always pristine and falling into him smelled like falling into a pile of fall leaves, it was comforting and captivating all at once. He moaned and called me daddy when I drove into him. My favorite was always to be the middle in a train with Logan behind me and Jeremy up front. There were tough times for them during their deployment. They lost two good friends and I ...

... was there to help them through, to help get them home. I did not fail in that mission, though the mission in which I did fail was always with me.

I did go fishing at times, I was initially surprised at how forward some men were. Eager for company, eager for solace, for physical touch. I met a dozen guys from the new unit and some passing through from a special forces command. If you haven't been fucked by a Navy Seal, I recommend it. The focus, the strength, the taste of testosterone on their skin, words don't do it all justice. But even with the phenomenal sex, I had learned that the sex was not usually the thing that mattered. The whiskey was not the thing. I tried to be a source of strength, support, praise, encouragement, and a place where judgement could be excluded for at least brief moments of time. I hope I was for all of them as others had been for me. Most of them, including Jeremy and Logan, returned to girlfriends and later wives. Most of them are fathers now. All of them are friends, bonded by something all at once indescribable and yet essential, eternal.

Having made the introduction that last night, Jeremy and Logan understood we wanted to say our goodbyes and promised to be back the next night to comfort me after my buddies had flown home. It was again just the three of us. I refused to cry and decided I wanted to make love. That worked for about ten minutes until Sam proposed a DP. I don't know why I said yes, or maybe I do, but I did say yes. I sucked ...