Another Wild Christmas in Reno

by Robby Redds

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Christmas Eve: Dinning, Drinking and Deviancy.

After closing the conversation on my phone with Lieutenant Colonel Richards I went to the kitchen to fix another cup of coffee and bowl of cereal before settling down at my laptop to check e-mails.

There was an e-mail from Buzz, reminding me that he and his wife planned a ski trip to Aspen over the holiday season. Yes, they got back together after the big sexual tryst in Reno, so they would not be sharing another holiday with me.

There were a couple e-mails from officers I’d served with years before; one a contemporary Captain in the 75th Ranger Regiment, another a Lieutenant Colonel I served with in 10th Mountain Division. Although both on the fast track to be promoted to General I discovered they’d resigned.

The officers had grown disgusted with America’s feckless foreign policy along with the military being used to execute social experimentation and change rather than training warriors to execute combat missions as well as revolving door deployment policy to Middle East. Something Nick and I discussed and agreed upon a year ago.

Because of my active duty status I had no social media accounts. I began recalling my last Christmas Eve and day in Reno. I recalled what it was like helping, more like carrying, my drunken buddy Buzz to my room.

On the way up to my room I began remembering Buzz had been blessed or maybe cursed with the biggest cock in our high school. I know because I’d seen him as well as other classmate’s nude in the locker room, but moreover, I’d seen him up close and boned up. Buzz had been big gossip among boys and girls in our high school.

Rumor had it that Buzz’s hard cock measured at least a foot long and big around as the business end of a softball bat. Other stories told how his limp cock had to be strapped to his leg to keep it from swinging between his knees when he walked banging and bruising the glans. All that not true. I knew the real truth of the matter.

From that first time we compared cocks in junior high school I’d been envious, yet somewhat embarrassed at the same time. As the older of us by seven months I always expected my cock to be the biggest, but I never caught up to Buzz’s colossal cock. From the time we met and began fooling around his cock always presented the biggest flaccid as well as erect. The last time we measured, Buzz measured a fraction of an inch from the nine inch mark erect and seven inches girth with an awesomely pronounced cockhead.

My cock began to grow thinking about him. Once we reached the room I put my card in the door and entered. I helped Buzz to the furthest of the beds where he sat down and began to tear up. I called room service to request another set of towels for the morning.

“You gonna be okay buddy?” I asked.

“I’m Okay,” Buzz said wiping tears from his face with his hands. “I don’t know why the bitch did that to me…Like she wanted me to catch her.”

“I don’t have any answers about why women do shit buddy. That’s why I ain’t married. Come on they’re still serving dinner down at the buffet let’s go meet St. Nick and get some chow before they close,” I said.

“Okay.”

“Come on, buck up…Jump in the shower, rinse off and get your shit squared away.”

After Buzz finished his shower I was right behind him. I felt great getting the Afghani funk off my body and dressed in my new clothes.

“Let’s go get some fuckin chow,” as if giving one of my men an order.

We journeyed down to the buffet entrance where we were met by a server who guided us to the table where St. Nick sat enjoying a beer waiting for us. Although the buffet line empty it was still up and serving.

“Hope you guys like Corona,” St Nick said still wearing his Santa hat.
”You gotta try the Prime Rib men. It’s to die for.”

We all ordered Nick’s recommendation and then picked through little of this and little of that filling our plates before making our way back to the table with three fresh Coronas waiting for us.

The three of us spent the first few minutes quietly stuffing our faces with Prime Rib before I said, “This is great…I hope you gentlemen don’t mind, but I’m goin back for seconds.”

“Go for it,” St. Nick said.

“After a year in Afghanistan eatin shitty Army chow and MREs my body needs some good American food.”

“Me too, this Prime Rib is great Dude,” Buzz said as we all got up to run the buffet line again.

Back at the table with more fresh beers Buzz asked. “So, you just back from Afghanistan?”

“Yeah, for like the third fuckin time.”

“Is that place as nasty as I hear?” Buzz asked.

In between bites I said, “Worse…A real fuckin shit hole…We got no fuckin business there.”

“Amen,” Nick said after taking a swig of his beer.

“Never gonna win…Just lose more lives and waste a shit load more money…The end.”

Again, Nick chimed in with, “Hear, hear Major.”

“So, why do you stay in the Army?” Buzz asked.

“Nothin better to do…The economy’s still in the toilet…Besides, the money in the Army ain’t too bad for an officer.”

“How many more years you got to do?” Nick asked.

“Hope to be able to make it to minimum retirement…Then I think I’ll throw in the towel…I’m gonna go get some more grub, you all comin?”

I got up to browse the buffet again. After getting another nice piece of meat and more shrimp I began surveying the sides. I begin to think about Buzz and how things had been between us so many years ago. However, I was torn between Nick and Buzz as to who I wanted to share my cock with that night. I continued looking at a little of this and that, paying special attention to a couple of the delectable deserts that caught my eye. While I walked around I began wondering what Buzz might look like boned up after all these years.

Years past when we were jerk off buddies in high school he had a pretty decent physique as well as that awesome cock I remembered. At six feet four inches Buzz had been a good basketball player in high school, but not scholarship material. I had to dismiss my thoughts about Buzz’s body and cock because mine had started to stiffen inside my dress slacks. I was sure to get an eye full later on back in the room when we took showers before bed.

We finally finished eating. I pushed back and motioned the server for coffee while I began polishing off the desert. She topped off our cups leaving us to talk.

“Yeah, I hope to make Lieutenant Colonel before I retire. I think I can if I keep my mouth shut and don’t get into any more trouble.”

“What kind of trouble you gotten into?” Buzz asked.

“I guess I’m a little too outspoken and rough around the edges for an officer in the new Army, ‘specially when it comes to combat operations, public affairs and media.”

“How’s that?” Nick asked.

“I got caught on video by a journalist using some pretty profane language to describe what we did to some enemy and should do to a Taliban chief one of my guys greased on camera.”

“Oops, not cool,” Nick commented.

“Yep. The footage of the Taliban Chief lying there on the ground bleeding out, you know, and no one trying any heroic shit to save his life, and what I was sayin about it got back to superiors. One of them that reviewed it happened to be a female full colonel…Anyway she didn’t have anything better to do, so she wrote me up for the coarse language, sayin it was unbecoming for an officer to use enlisted language.”

“You got to be kiddin me,” Nick said.

“So now I been under investigation for the past year.”

“I here some pretty gross shit from veterans all the time working at the Reno VA,” Buzz said.

“Yeah, but those are veterans…Has-beens, expendables as the Army calls them. I guess the Army today is tryin to mold career soldiers into this new squeaky clean image…You know, kinder gentler more sensitive warrior leaders, ‘specially with all the females in the Army now days,” I said. “I’m not the touchy feely politico type…I’m just a fuckin warrior!”

“OO-RAH!” Nick exclaimed raising his hand to mine. To which I replied, “HOO-AH!” As we did a high five and then clenched our hands together in a brofist.

“How long did you give the Corps Nick?” I asked.

“Eight years…Eight years was enough for me,” Nick said looking at his watch, then said, “Dinner break is about over for me gotta get back to work…See you all later. Maybe next time I see you guys I’ll tell you my story.”

We all stood up. I threw a twenty on the table. As we walked out I suggested, “Let’s walk up Virginia Street to work off the extra calories. We’ll look for someplace open so you can get stuff you need for the night.”

Nick overheard our conversation and said, “Go south on South Virginia Street and Walgreen’s is on the corner of Virginia and West Moana. Keep goin south on Virginia and you’ll run into more stores. I think Walgreen’s is open till midnight. Catch you guys later.”

After Buzz and I left the buffet and Nick told us where there were a couple places open till 10pm or midnight and one place open 24 hours we began walking south on Virginia.

As we walked Buzz told me he hadn’t been happy with his marriage of late. He described his wife as something of an ice queen. After the honeymoon period she would only have sex with him on her terms and when she wanted it.

Like most men Buzz loved blowjobs, especially in the morning to kick start his day. The Ice Queen wasn’t into that. Most of the time she would give Buzz the same old dry tired ass line of shit that a lot of females use for not wanting sex. I’ve got a headache; I’m too tired to have sex. All in all it didn’t sound as though Buzz was all that broken up about getting rid of her.

We stopped at the local drug store. Buzz wanted a special body wash for bathing as well as toothbrush and razor. I didn’t see what all he put in his basket, but I did find Wild Turkey gift sets on sale, so I bought a couple along with condoms and couple different KY jellies and toiletry items. When we got back to the hotel we stopped by the bar see St. Nick for a nightcap. We took our glasses of bourbon with us up to my room.

By the time we got up to the room, around 10:00 pm, and once inside I turned on the television. I told Buzz he could have which ever bed he wanted as I’d not slept in either of them. He threw his shopping bag on the bed closest to the window where he retrieved the body wash and other toiletry items from the shopping bag. He excused himself and began shedding his clothing on the way to the bathroom. A couple minutes later I heard the shower running.

I picked up his clothes and threw them on his bed before I stripped down to my boxers and hung up my clothes. I arranged the bottles of Wild Turkey on the table while waiting for Buzz to finish his shower. Suddenly, about 11pm, a knock on the door, it was St Nick. I opened the door to him standing there with my dress uniform inside plastic cover bag and a shopping bag.

“Oh my Major, you’re better looking than I expected…You gonna invite me in?” St. Nick asked.

“Sure come on in,” I said standing there in nothing but my boxers. I stepped aside to let Nick enter. He asked, “Where’s your buddy?”

“He’s takin a shower,” I said. About that time Buzz emerged from the bathroom displaying his goodies with a white bath towel covering his head, oblivious to Nick in the room.

“Wow!” Nick exclaimed. “God! That’s one of the biggest danglin peckers I ever seen in my entire life…And look at that awesome mushroom…Never seen plum that perfect and plump before and I’ve seen my share…You know in the Corps and all. Damn that sumbitch ain’t even boned up.”

Buzz caught by surprise blushed and smiled before he said in a humorous tone, “It’s available for taste testing.”

“I’ll bet it tastes delicious,” Nick said. “But looks like poor thing needs CPR to bring it to life.”

We all laughed. I took my uniform from a drooling Nick to hang it in the closet. “Here’s a Wild Turkey gift set. One of the Christmas gifts on your wish list,” he said handing me the gift box with glasses and bottle of Wild Turkey inside. I thanked him and then open the box which contained two shot glasses and two old fashion glasses with beautiful wild turkey art work embossed on the glasses.

I poured three bourbons and sat the bottle next to the others on the table. We stood around drinking, joking about sex and cocks for a few minutes before I excused myself, pushing past Buzz and Nick, to take my shower. While in the shower I began thinking about how the rest of the evening might play out occasionally pulling on my limp phallus. I dried off and exited the bathroom hopeful that maybe the three of us might engage in some sex.

To my surprise, there Buzz lay on his back on the bed asleep with a big smile across his face. Nick, nude, presented an awesome body. “What the hell happened while I was in the bathroom?”

“Gave him a quick blowjob and it put him to sleep, hope you don’t mind,” Nick said with a smile, handing me a fresh glass of bourbon. St. Nick looked at me with a wink and asked “You mind me takin a shower?”

“Go for it,” I said.

Nick disappeared into the bathroom. I guess I knew what was next after he returned. I pulled the sheet back and fluffed the pillows in anticipation. Nick emerged from the bathroom looking fantastic, smelling fresh and his cock standing at attention. He moved towards me pushing his body against mine. Then he began whispering in my ear, “Is this what you want for Christmas Major?”

“Oh yeah.”

“As I remember this was the second Christmas gift on your wish list or was it the first, I can’t remember—Merry Christmas Major.”

With a slight push Nick fell easily on top of me sandwiching our cocks between our bodies before he began kissing my neck and hard nipples. Speechless, I lay there letting Nick flick, lick and bite on the buds.

Eager to engage in anything on St. Nick’s mind I began reciprocating grinding my body against his. God what magnificent body, although not porn star huge he was hung big enough to get the job done. Damn, it felt bigger than it looked, hot and hard, pressed between our bodies.

Over the years I’d discovered that average endowed guys tended to be better in bed. They had firmer boners that stayed hard longer and generally are more fun than the huge hung guys.

This was going to be an enjoyable Christmas Eve. Nick pleasured me for about two hours, playing with different parts of my body, before he got me off. “How was that for a Christmas gift?” St. Nick asked. “It is Christmas.”

Exhausted from the sex I squeaked out, “Great,”

“I’m your Christmas gift. All yours for the rest of the time you’re here Major,” he said snuggling up to me. Without warning Nick smothered my mouth with his warm lips. After a few moments we broke our kiss. I said, “I haven’t been kissed by another man since Brody kissed me the last time before he deployed to Afghanistan.”

“Who’s Brody?” Nick asked propped up on his elbow looking into my eyes that I could feel were getting moist.

“We used to live together.”

“You guys broke up?”

“Nah, he’s still in Afghanistan.”

“You got to tell me about him later,” Nick said. “I feel a little guilty about taking advantage of you knowing that.”

“It’s okay we’re in an open relationship.”

Nick began kissing me again. Before I knew it he was working his way down my front licking and biting my nipples again. My cock hard again, he was on it in a matter of minutes. Yes, Christmas and thus far the holiday leave had exceeded my expectations.

by Robby Redds

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