Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... one could see us, we could hear enough around us to know a scream or even a loud expletive would have given us away.

As he came, he did the sweetest thing. He let go of my hair and took my head into his arms, cradling me into his abdomen while he rode out the final convulsions of his orgasm, his dick still in my mouth as I sucked down the last of his delicious, creamy gravy.

He gave me a kiss on the top of my head before he finally collapsed back on the wall, his cock now soft and clean, at least as clean as my mouth could make it.

"Was that ok?" I asked, smiling and standing back up on my feet.

He smiled, but rather quickly, his look turned to worry. He glanced at my package, clearly hard and clearly in need of release.

"Shit, Nick, I don't really -- I'm sorry -- it's not really my thing," he was stammering nervously.

"Really? You're not bi or something?" I asked. "I mean, you don't have to reciprocate, what you gave me was awesome, it is just surprising how forward you were for a straight guy."

He smiled, "I am a big believer in the AHIAH theory of sex. Besides, no run of the mill straight guy is ever going to invite another guy to jack off in his room, you were basically advertising there, Nick."

"A hole is a hole? Is that AHIAH?" I asked, laughing.

He nodded and laughed as well. "You're fucking smart, Nick. You knew where I was from, you knew somehow I would stuff you with some corn-fed meat, and you knew about AHIAH! And, most important ...

... of all, you give the best blow job ever." He leaned in and whispered the last part so that it was almost inaudible even from just a few feet away.

"You liked it?" I asked, wanting to hear the words come out of the young man's mouth one more time.

"I fucking loved it!" he stepped forward and whispered directly into my ear, "I can't wait for the next one. I want to see what you do with a pair of tennis balls." He took my hand and shoved it into his pants. Indeed, his testicles were a marvel, a pair of bull-sized balls that would definitely challenge my jaw.

"I am going to have to exact a price, though Ryan," I replied. "I can't just be your new cocksucker civilian, I have needs."

He grimaced and stepped away from me, this time sitting as far away as he could, on my bed.

"Dude, I vomit just thinking about it. I thought you said reciprocation was not required," he was practically whining.

"I meant it, I just may ask to push your boundaries a little. Have you ever kissed a guy?" I asked.

He smiled again, "Ah, ok. You scared me, Nick. Yeah, sure, I kissed a guy a couple of times, threesomes and foursomes back home in Rapid City."

"See, easy start," I said, readjusting my still hard cock, I returned to the unpacking Ryan's cock had interrupted. Without looking back, I said, "Now, Private Redding, why don't you do something nice for me today and strip so I can beat off to the sight of a handsome, athletic young soldier? Would you be willing to do that for ...