Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... careful what you say around here," he seemed to be warning me.

"Lots of conservative soldiers?" I asked as I moved my non-training clothes into the metal dresser and wardrobe lined up on the other side of the room. I figured the tactical apparel I could store in the suitcase or in a Pelican case near my bed.

Ryan laughed, "Sure, there's that, but the bigger problem is that once you make an offer, people take you up on it."

As he finished speaking, I heard a distinctive banging on metal, as if someone were knocking on my door which happened to be made of steel. I was about to walk over to open it when I heard it again, it was coming from behind me. I turned around and Ryan had pulled out a stunning pink cock that was already hard. His legs were spread open, and he was slapping it against the surface of the desk.

My eyes widened to the point I thought I was going to burst a cornea. His cock truly was gorgeous. It was uncut, the skin naturally pulled back behind the corona. His was a cock made for fucking with a head that was thick but only about as thick as the top half of his dick. It was perfect to lead the way into a tight hole. The trick with him, I soon discovered, was the thick, obscene girth right around the middle of his unit. The whole thing was longer than average, over seven inches if I had to guess. I suddenly imagined how wonderful it might feel to have that stretching my hole every night for the next eight months, until the end of his ...

... deployment.

"Is this ok?" he asked, suddenly hoping to find a sign of approval in my surprised gaze.

I smiled and fell to my knees on the carpeted floor in front of him, pulling his heavy cock into my mouth in one quick gesture. It took me just a few slurps to get his entire shaft wet with spit and soon after, I was deep throating the young soldier like a squirrel who'd finally found his nut. He moved his hips forward and leaned back until his head was to the wall. I slid my hands under his ACU jacket and grabbed the t-shirt underneath, untucking it so that I could touch his skin. There is a reason older men like to fuck younger men. His skin was silken, smooth, taut, warm, with muscles under each square inch of his torso. His abs, at least eight distinct hard ridges and mounds were easily distinguishable just by feel. His chest was not bulky, it was the athletic chest of a swimmer. Both of my hands explored his body under his t-shirt as I continued to deep throat his cock, taking all 7.5 inches and nearly as much in girth at the widest point, until I could comfortably massage his knob with my throat.

He was moaning happily, his hands gripping the edges of the small desk. I took one of his hands and placed it on the back of my head, giving him permission to do what I knew he wanted to do.

"Ah, thanks, Nick," he whispered, gripping my hair in tight fistfuls and beginning an aggressive face fuck that sadly only lasted about thirty seconds. He came as quietly as he could, though no ...