Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... kissed and tongued each other like wild beasts, each eventually reaching down between my ass cheeks and fingering my loose as old underwear sphincter. They seemed to both want to test how many fingers they could get in there, using the lube of their spent loads to each get four fingers inside me without causing me much discomfort. This worried me at one level but turned me on a great deal as well.

I began to jerk myself off to the slushing sound of fingers and spent jizz being twirled and pushed around inside my hole and was shooting my own massive load within minutes. Ryan cleaned me up and wiped up the mess around my hole before joining me and Sam on the floor. They had asked their unit leader if they could spend the night at my barracks room and were told it was fine, their unit leader was a fish and a fan and apparently exacted the price of one blow job from me. It was worth it to be able to sleep with my two soldiers on either side of me, though I was not sure when that blowjob would be collected exactly, maybe it was just another enticement to get me home.

Thirteen months later, with three multi-home units to my name, all rented and generating a net income, after expenses, of nearly ten thousand dollars a month, I could afford to reintegrate slowly. I first flew into Chicago from Dubai and I almost lost it at the airport when I saw Ryan and Sam just outside the baggage claim. I had already planned on visiting them but wanted to spend a few days with my kids and ...

... my ex-wife. I also planned to visit my mom in Indiana. I had not expected them to be there. They were wearing shorts and polos, they looked so normal, two young American men, confident and smiling, eager to pull me into an embrace thirteen long months in the making.

As they stood there, on the other side of the barrier, I could not wait to find my fucking bags and run to them. This was torture. Sam's package was obscene and he was not even hard. Ryan had let his hair grow out, he looked magnificent, perhaps he'd added a couple more pounds of muscle. In the two years since we'd met, I'd say he was fifteen pounds heavier and he looked fit. Ready for a magazine cover.

They stood there waiting, their arms around each other's shoulders, a placeholder act of affection until I could make it over to them. I finally did, pushing my cart through with my two suitcases and large rucksack, the same items Ryan had carried for me that first day.

I hugged them tight. "I've missed you so much, I am so happy to see you," I stood back, a few tears pushed out of my face holes for some reason. "You look phenomenal."

Sam kissed my cheek, "It's great to see you papa bear," as he leaned in for the kiss, I distinctly heard the word "pussy" whispered in my ear as well.

"Nick, I am so happy to see you home, safe. I've been praying for your return since the day we left you there," Ryan too kissed my forehead and hugged me tight a second time.

There must have been a defect in my tear ...