Shot of Whiskey - Sex Stories

Shot of Whiskey

... or cum breath, but I am also a big believer in dental hygiene.

As I was squeezing out a little toothpaste onto my toothbrush, I heard the one shower stop running. I did not pay too much attention and began my brushing routine, upper left front, upper middle front, upper right front, and as I was about to switch to the back of my upper teeth, I looked up at the mirror and saw a soldier behind me to the left. He was staring directly at me, looking into my eyes through the reflection on the mirror.

He was an athletic man, he was not tall, perhaps 5'8", his muscles were all defined and compact, the kind of body that might normally be doing professional gymnastics or calisthenics videos on YouTube. He had a tiny patch of chest hair in the middle of his pecs that led the eyes down to a fabulous six pack and then spread out to a natural bush from which the most amazing cock was sprung. He was almost fully hard and seemed determined to dry his dick by a new tumble dry technique I had never seen. Rather than cover his cock with the towel or even wipe the towel across his crotch or abdomen, the soldier kept sliding the towel under his balls and pushing up so that twig and berries -- both massive -- kept bouncing about. It reminded me of the bounce back paddle ball game I played as a kid except this guy was playing with more substantial equipment. The 9 inch monster was uncut, tan, and his hairy scrotum held two plum-size balls that were demanding to be seen. It was surreal and I ...

... suddenly realized I had stopped brushing my teeth and was completely hard again, rubbing on my crotch.

He did not break eye contact and did not stop bouncing his dick for what seemed like minutes. Finally, he smiled a cocky grin, put the towel around his waist and walked over to where I was standing. As he walked behind me to take the sink next to me, he gave my ass a light squeeze and winked.

"You're drooling," he said, a shit eating grin plastered all over his gorgeous square-jawed face. I decided then and there I needed to visit South Dakota, whatever the fuck they were feeding those men was working!

I cleared my throat, wiped my chin to clear off the toothpaste slobber, and continued to brush my teeth, unable to look away from one of the best bodies I had seen in years. He looked to be about 24 years old, his brown hair and green eyes were a massive turn on and I could have spent days tracing all the deep defining lines and crevices his muscles formed along the surface of his skin.

I bent down to spit out my toothpaste and to slurp some water in from the faucet. As I did, I felt a hand sliding into my underwear and a couple of fingers immediately pressing on my hole. I let out a moan and pretended I needed a lot of water to clear the toothpaste from my mouth so I could hold the position. Just then we heard a door opening and the happy fingers left as quickly and silently as they had come.

"You should take advantage of this hour right after lunch, Nick," the ...