Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... me?"

"Sure as fuck!" he replied cheerfully. I could hear rustling behind me and continued to unpack while he got himself ready to be my live spank reel.

"Oh SHIT!" I heard him say in a yelled whisper. Ryan was suddenly standing behind me, completely naked. His body every bit as beautiful as I had imagined, he was lean and athletic without a trace of fat on him. His hairless chest and small pink nipples were begging for a tongue wash and a few nibbles. His biceps were flexed and curled, tensed at the moment. They looked like a pair of trapped softballs, as he was staring and pointing at something that had made him leap ten feet from the bed.

"What is it?" I whispered, looking around at the pile of clothes and other items I had either brought or purchased in Kabul.

His eyes were wide and his hands started to move towards the top of my dresser where I had been staging the things that came out of my bag before I found the right drawer or shelf. Ryan looked at me and then gingerly picked up a small velvet bag, he pulled open the pull string top and gasped. "Whiskey," was all he said.

I laughed while he cradled the Woodford Reserve bottle in his hands, his eyes almost tearing up. "I'll suck you for this," he said, his eyes begging.

I laughed harder, "No you won't! I don't want my cock covered in vomit and I don't like the idea of you getting caught with a bottle of alcohol, and then you'd have to answer where you got it from."

He seemed despondent, "C'mon, ...

... Nick, I know we just met, but I was nice right? I fed you my dick? Did you like it? I can get hard in like two minutes, I'll fuck you, I'll breed your hole hard. You want some South Dakota youngsters in your tummy?"

I smiled. "That seems like a better offer. You fucked a guy before?"

He nodded and opened his eyes wide as he leaned in to whisper, "There are a couple of guys here that advertise how much they like cock, the trick is finding a place to do it, but AHIAH right?"

"What about at home?" I asked.

He nodded again. "Some threesomes get rowdy, foursomes too. One huge orgy where I could not tell you what the fuck I did. I know I fucked at least six holes, maybe seven, not counting mouths, mouths would have been like a dozen, it was wild. I think someone fingered me but by then I was out of it. Basically, I like it if it's clean. Plus, ass is always tight and guys only complain at the start, by the time they are all loosened up it's nothing but fuck me harder, pound my ass. I like that."

Ryan was an amazing day one find. It was a shame they could not put him on the slides at orientation, they would get far more volunteers. I took the bottle from his hands and opened it, taking a small drink into my mouth. I looked into his pale blue eyes and leaned in to kiss him. I was pleasantly surprised when he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in the rest of the way. His technique could best be described as whiskey theft, but he was neither shy nor unskilled. I ran ...