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Whiskey walked into the bar. It was a fairly new one, the grime hasn’t gotten to it just yet. Men were dancing to upbeat country music down on the dance floor. The gay pride flag on the wall would lift from the occasional drift of air that would pass by it. Whiskey scanned the room, and his eyes fell on the bar. Sitting alone, is a smaller man, you. You were in your own thoughts, trying to drink away a break-up. Whiskey knew that look of sorrow too well. He could tell your heart was hurting.
Whiskey saunters over, tapping the bar to get your attention, “Mind if I sit here?”
You nod your head, not looking at him. Your eyes were glued to your drink. Whiskey motions for the bartender to come over.
“Statemen,” Whiskey looked you over, “And another drink for this one here.”
The bartender nodded and quickly fixed your drinks. You finally tare your gaze from your drink to Whiskey. He’s absolutely stunning. The way his broad shoulders fits his frame so well, to his well-groomed mustache, he’s one of the most handsome people you’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a leather jacket, jeans, boots, a fancy belt buckle and a jet-black cowboy hat. He fits into the scene here, but somehow stands out from the crowd at the same time. He’s obviously older than you from the lines around his eyes, but that adds to his appeal.
“Now, what’s a pretty boy like yourself doin’ here all by your lonesome?” Whiskey smirks.
“Pretty boy”? You melt at the nickname.
“Oh, I guess drinking away my hurt.” You chuckle to yourself.
“I could tell,” Whiskey leans back in his chair, “I know that hurt all too well myself.”
“You do?”
“Yup,” Whiskey takes a swig of his drink, “But I’ve learned that some drinks and dancin’ helps me feel better.”
You tilt your head, “Are you asking me to- “
Whiskey sets his drink down and extends his hand to you, “I am. So, watcha say, pretty boy?”
You hesitate for just a moment, but you take Whiskey’s offer up. He takes you to the dance floor and you two dance the night away. What sorrow you had was disappearing as you watched this handsome cowboy in front of you dance his heart out.
He leaned close to your ear, “Where are my manners. You can call me Jack.”
You say your name to him and Whiskey smiles.
“Like that name,” Whiskey runs his hand down to your hips, “Fits ya so well.”
Whiskey’s touch was so gentle. He was guiding you along to the beat. You can’t help but smile and laugh as you dance along with him. Sweat was slowly dripping from your brow and Whiskey couldn’t help but turn you around so you could grind on his crotch. Your jaw dropped open, feeling just how big he really was. You noticed eyes on you two, so you quickly turn yourself back around. You ran your hands down Whiskey’s chest, lightly squeezing them through his white t-shirt.
Whiskey smirks, “Trust me when I say they’re better with the shirt off.”
You lean up to Whiskey’s ear, “Oh, I bet.”
The upbeat country song finally fades out into a slow one. You recognize the song immediately, it’s “Does That Blue Moon Ever Shine On You” by Toby Keith. Whiskey hands grip your hips and pull you in close. Your hands go to wrap around his neck.
I want to hold you close to me
You realize that you’re blocking out everyone in the bar. It feels like it’s empty, it’s just you and Whiskey here. His deep chocolate eyes shine from the neon of the bar lights. Whiskey notices how calm you are in his grip. That sorrowful look he saw you at the bar was totally gone.
And baby, if you feel like I do
You can come to me
Whiskey leans down slowly, closing the gap between you two. He stops, barely touching your lips.
“Can I, darlin’?” Whiskey whispers.
You nod your head.
Does that blue moon ever shine on you
Whiskey presses his lips to yours. He was gentle and soft with his movements. He was drinking up this moment. You sigh into the kiss. It feels like a weight was lifted off your shoulder. You two are like this, for what seems like minutes. It’s only until the song ends and fades back to another upbeat country song is when you pulled away. You open your eyes to see Whiskey looking down at you. One of his hands dance up to cup your cheek, slowly rubbing his thumb across your chin.
“Please,” Your voice shook, “Please take me home. I don’t want this night to end without you.”
“Of course,” Whiskey spoke softly, “Anything for my pretty boy.”
Whiskey was such a gentleman, paying for your drinks and even offering to drive you back to his place. You happily accepted. It’s not every day you get to shotgun in a vintage Bronco. The roof was down on this cool summer night, music blasting, it was paradise. Whiskey had his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tight into him. You felt safe in his arms, something new to you.
Once you pulled up to his place, a house down a dirt road, you made sure to take off your shoes as you entered. Whiskey took off his hat and leather jacket, hanging it on the coat rack on the wall. Before you could ask about his house, he pounces on you, pulling you into a heated kiss. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed you up against the wall. You let out a whimper as Whiskey pulls one of your legs up to wrap around his waist. You quickly hook the other leg around him, and Whiskey lifts you from the wall, walking you to his bedroom.
Whiskey kicks open his door and sets you down. You tore off your clothes, leaving yourself nude. Whiskey dances his hands up and down your skin. He smiles as he starts to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. You slowly start to pull off his shirt. Whiskey quickly tosses it to the ground and grabs your hands, placing them on his chest.
“I told ya,” Whiskey smirked, “They’re better with the shirt off.”
You giggle as you lightly brush his nipples with your fingertips. Whiskey bites the bottom of his lip, stifling a moan. Your hands make it down to his soft belly, and you trace the path of hair leading to his crotch. You cup his bulge, dragging your hand across the length. Whiskey quickly unbuckles, kicks off his boots, and slides his jeans down. He’s practically panting, waiting for you to get on your knees.
You lean in to leave soft kisses on Whiskey’s soft tummy. You slowly made your way down, slowly getting on your knees. You pull down his briefs somewhat to suck a mark on his hip. Whiskey let out a deep growl.
“Don’t keep me waiting, pretty boy.” Whiskey grabbed the back of your head.
You look up at him and smile. You pull down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. He’s huge and uncut. There’s a heavy bead of precum begging to be licked up. You roll your tongue to gather the precum. It tastes heavenly. You roll his foreskin back and give his redden head a kiss before wrapping your lips around it. As you make your way slowly down his shaft, Whiskey’s hips snap forward, sending his cock to the back of your throat. You gag and quickly pull off, leaving a trail of spit from your lips to his cock. You lick up the spit and start to suck his cock again. You slowly made your way back down the shaft again, occasionally bobbing back up to the tip. Whiskey’s hands grip the sides of your head now, tangling his fingers in your hair. You go to grope his balls and he lets out a moan.
Whiskey has had enough of the slow-paced sucking, he wanted more. He shoved your head down to the base. You feel his coarse hair brush up against your nose. Your hands shot up to his hips and you gripped them tightly. Whiskey then quickly pulled you off. Your mouth came off his cock with a “pop”.
“You’re doin’ so well,” Whiskey pulled you to him, making your face look directly at his cock.
Whiskey then lightly slapped your cheek, “But you keep goin’ at that like this, sugar, then I won’t last long. Get up on the bed, on all fours, won’t ya?”
You nod your head and quickly stand up. You get on his bed, making sure to face him ass first. Your cock twitched and was leaking heavily. Whiskey steps out of his briefs and runs a finger around your head to collect your precum. He puts that finger to his lips and sucks.
“Damn, you taste like a Georgia peach.” Whiskey chuckles, “Gotta have more of ya.”
Whiskey smacks his hand against your ass cheek, causing you to yelp in surprise. He then grabs your cheeks and spreads them, getting a good look at your puckered hole. He spits right above your hole, watching it as it drips down to it. Right before the spit decides to drip past down the puckered hole, Whiskey licks it back up. A shiver went up your spine as he slowly began to work your tight hole open with his tongue. He moans at your taste and tightens his grip on your ass.
You want to see how much of a mess he is right now. His hair must be a mess. How his eyebrows knit together, you wish you could see it. Whiskey lifts his face away from your hole and spits again, but this time he gathers the spit with one finger and pushes into your tight hole. You moan his name as he slowly worked you open with his finger.
“Love the way you moan my name, sugar.” Whiskey smirks, “Now what do ya want?”
Your voice shook, “Fuck me, Jack. I need you.”
Whiskey spit on your hole again but used it to add a second finger. Your hands dug into the bedsheets.
“Gotta beg for it, pretty boy.” Whiskey smacks your ass again.
You yelp, “Please fuck me! I need you to fuck me! I need your cum inside of me!”
“You clean?” Whiskey pulled out his fingers and was digging around in a nightstand drawer.
“Yes, got tested right after the break-up.”
“Good.” Whiskey uncapped the bottle of lube and dripped it onto your hole, “Cause I wanna claim this tight hole as mine.”
Whiskey then rubs the lube around and into your hole. You whimper as he pulls his finger back out. Whiskey then drips the lube down his cock, slowly stroking it to get it covered. You hear the click of the bottle of lube.
Whiskey lines himself up with your hole, “Make sure yer nice and loud for me, darlin’.”
Whiskey slowly began to push in, and you let out a long moan. Whiskey groans your name, you were so tight around him, even with him opening you up with his fingers. Once he got down to his base, he runs a hand up your back and back down. It helps you relax and get use to Whiskey’s cock. Whiskey then grabs your ass and spreads your cheeks to see how well you’re taking him.
“Damn,” Whiskey moans, “You grippin’ me so tight, pretty boy. Let’s see how much of Jack you can really take.”
Whiskey slowly began to thrust in and out. He would pull out to where just the tip was in, then slowly push back in. You moaned at the fullness you were feeling. He was perfectly hitting your spot every time he pushed back in. It was like this for a few minutes, Whiskey slowly letting your hole get used to his cock. He was singing praises the whole time, which made you melt.
“I need more, Jack.” You whimper.
“Alright,” Whiskey smirked, “Get on yer back. Wanna see that pretty face when you cum on my cock.”
Whiskey pulled out and you quickly flip on your back. Whiskey pulled your legs up, ran his cock around your hole, teasing you. You beg for him. He smirks and pushes in quickly this time. Your arms shoot up around his neck. You pull him down for a heated kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth. Whiskey pulls your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away. He grabs your thighs and pushes them higher.
“Yer gonna feel this in the mornin’.” Whiskey laughs at himself.
Whiskey begins to hammer into you. He watches how your jaw goes slack and your eyes roll in the back of your head. The slap of his balls against your skin fills the room. It’s heaven to your ears. Your hands drift down to his chest. You pull at his nipples, making Whiskey moan out your name. This makes him thrust even faster. Your hands then drift down and around to knead his ass. You’re pulling him into you. Whiskey is mumbling out praises and your name. He leans down to your neck and sucks a mark on it. He leaves a trail of marks down to your collar bone. After every mark, he licks it. His lips feel like fire against your skin.
“Tell me-fuck.” Whiskey mumbles, “Tell me yer mine-oh fuck.”
You nod your head, but that’s not enough for Whiskey. He lets go of one of your legs and grabs your chin, tightly. He squeezes your cheeks.
Whiskey smirks, “Gotta hear you say it, pretty boy-fuckin’ hell.”
“I’m yours!” You spit out, “Fucking take me!”
“There ya go-oh shit!” Whiskey let’s go of your face and moves his hand down to your cock.
He begins to pump your cock. You start to feel that knot in your stomach grow larger and larger. Whiskey can tell you’re close by the way you’re twitching in his hand.
“Come on, boy.” Whiskey pumps your cock faster while keeping his thrusts nice and hard, “Come for me.”
Whiskey then pushed his cock in deep, hitting your sweet spot. It’s what you needed. Your vision goes white as you cum. It shot all the way up your chest and leaving some on Whiskey’s hand. You were moaning out Whiskey’s name like a prayer. Whiskey kept pounding into you with no remorse. As you came down from your high, Whiskey let go of your cock. His cum coated hand came up to his mouth and he licked it clean. He moaned at the taste.
“Damn, sugar,” Whiskey moaned, “You got ol’ Jack drunk off ya.”
Whiskey started to chase after his own high. The veins in his neck bulged as he got closer and closer. With a shout of your name, he came. You felt rope after rope of cum fill your hole. Whiskey leaned down and kissed you, suffocating your moan. Whiskey’s thrusts got slower and slower. When he had finally stopped coming, he slowly pulled his cock out of your recked hole. Your legs were shaking. He watched as your hole pulsed and his cum slowly leak out. You whimper at the feeling, but Whiskey’s hand was right at your cheek, slowly stroking your chin.
“You did so well, darlin’.” Whiskey smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, “Let me clean you up.”
Whiskey walked away and then returned with a clean towel. He slowly wiped up your cum and made sure you were ready for bed. He pulled you underneath the covers. He joined you and let you lay on his chest. His heartbeat slowly lulled you to sleep. Whiskey watched you as your eyes slowly drifted away while softly petting your hair.
You wake up to a sliver of sunlight hitting your face. You reach over to where Whiskey should be laying, but don’t find him. You lean up and look around his room. You notice at the end of the bed there was a large t-shirt with the label “Statemen Distillery” on it with some large boxers. You quickly slip them on and walk out of Whiskey’s bedroom. You wince at every step, Whiskey was right. You were going to feel him in the morning.
As you walk down the hallway, you stop at some photos on the wall. It’s a younger looking Whiskey with a woman. Your eyes widen, did you sleep with a taken man? Your mind swirled around the possibility; he can’t be. You gulp down your worries and continue walking down the hallway.
Your nose is eventually treated to the smell of eggs, bacon, and fresh coffee. You saw Whiskey, just in some grey sweatpants, humming an upbeat tune. You sat down at the counter and watched him cook. He eventually took noticed of you.
“Hey there, sleepin’ beauty!” Whiskey beamed, “Thought I might have to wake ya up myself!”
“You don’t have to do this for me but thank you.” You nod.
Whiskey shook his head, “Yer my guest, so yer not leavin’ without some good food in ya!” Whiskey looked at the hickeys on your neck, “Told ya I’d claim ya.”
You turn your head away, feeling slight heat in your cheeks, “I should of given you more then.”
Whiskey let out a laugh as he fixed two plates along with two cups of coffee. He sets one of each down in front of you. You two ate in silence for a second. Those pictures were on your mind, you had to ask him.
“So, um…” You tried to put together words in your head, “Those pictures of you and that woman on the wall…is that a sister or?”
Whiskey took a sip of his coffee, “Knew you were gonna ask bout that.” He turned to face you, “You know, last night at the bar, I said “know that hurt all too well”? I was referring to my late wife, Lela. Those were pictures of me and her on our honeymoon.”
You exhale, “I’m so sorry, you two looked like lovebirds in those photos.”
Whiskey chuckles to himself, “We were. I wouldn’t do nothin’ different, those moments with her I’ll always cherish.” Whiskey takes a bite of his eggs, smirking, “Bet you thought I was cheatin’ on her.”
You feel the blood rush to your cheeks, “Um-no, I-“
Whiskey laughed, “It’s alright, sugar. I should be askin’ you the same question. You’re too pretty to be all by your lonesome.”
“Well, you found me, didn’t you?” You smirk.
“I sure did.” Whiskey takes a bite of his bacon, “How bout we trade numbers? Would love to keep talkin’ to ya.”
“Sure! I’d love that, Jack.”
You two continue to chat during your breakfast. What jobs you had, to what your hobbies were, nothing was left unturned. After Whiskey had placed your empty plates in the sink, he came behind you and wrapped his arms around you. He leaned his head on your shoulder.
“I don’t have to go into work until noon today. Wanna take a shower with me?” Whiskey asked.
You patted Whiskey’s head and turned to leave a kiss on his cheek, “I’d love that, Jack.”