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Wild Turkey Christmas Eve in Reno By Dick Licker
There I sat all alone in a Reno hotel-casino bar on Christmas Eve afternoon watching some no nothing television program while nursing the drink in front of me. There was no one else in the bar besides me and the bartender. I could hear that the casino was not too active either. I imagined that many of the hotel guests were enjoying Christmas Eve dinner with family or friends. I had no family, so I decided to spend part of my Army leave, Christmas to New Years, in Reno before reporting to my new stateside duty assignment at Fort Lewis, Washington.
As I sat there preoccupied with my thoughts about Christmas past the television program droned on. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a lanky man about my age saunter into the bar. He threw himself into a chair in a complete state of despair a couple tables away. He looked over at me and nods. He then looked at the bar tender and orders two glasses, double Wild Turkey straight. Now that caught my attention as not many people call for Wild Turkey. WT is probably one of the finest bourbons distilled: smooth with an acquired taste. The bar tender served the man. He raised the first glass and says, "Merry Fuckin Christmas," and downs the drink.
I raised my glass in return with a smile and salute. I guess what really caught my attention is the fact that I was drinking Wild Turkey too. The man kept looking at me. After few minutes I asked, "Would you care to join me?"
The man picked up the second glass of bourbon, got up, walked a few steps to my table and sat across from me. He extended his hand saying, "My name is Floyd. I just caught my wife fuckin another man in our bed."
"Did you shoot the bastard?" I asked with a laugh and smile. "I'm Major McNaughton, US Army. I caught a Taliban in bed one night fuckin."
"Nah, I just walked out and left them fuckin," Floyd said as he laughed and downed the drink in his hand in one swallow. "Ah, good stuff. Oh by the way did you shoot the fuckin Taliban?"
"No, I just left the poor bastard cowering in bed," I replied with a laugh. "But I should've stood over him and pissed all over him before I left. All them fucking Taliban's are cowards."
"I better go see if I can get a room for the night," Floyd said. "Ah Hell, let's have another round of drinks on me before I do that. `Cause you make me laugh and I need that this afternoon."
After Floyd downed the remainder of the bourbon in his glass he ordered another round of doubles for the two of us. I thought to myself, if he kept throwing back the Wild Turkeys the way he was drinking them he'd be laughing at anything I said. I kept looking at the man. I could see that he was starting to get shit-faced. For some reason he looked vaguely familiar, but more than his looks his voice and laugh seemed eerily familiar. I knew no one in the town. I'd chosen Reno because I got a good deal on airfare and hotel, but I had to spend seven days and nights to get the deal.
The bartender walked over to the table with two more Wild Turkeys and said, "I overheard what you were saying about getting a room. I think the hotel is full. I'll check with the desk."
"Okay, thanks," Floyd replied.
Finally, I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer and asked, "You look and sound familiar."
"You know, I was gonna say the same thing about you. Where you from?" Floyd asked.
"Grew up in Long Beach now I call Army my family and the world home," I replied.
"I'm from Long Beach, but work brought me to Reno. I used to know a McNaughton family. They lived in Long Beach down the street. The man and wife were killed in an airplane accident a few years ago."
"That was my folks," I said stoically. "Are you Buzz Henderson?"
"You must be Wayne. Well I'll be damned," Buzz said as he reached over to shake my hand. "Man, you've changed. For the better I might add."
"So have you, but your voice hasn't," I replied. "Last time I saw you we were in high school."
"Yeah, what happened?" Buzz asked. "We we're good friends until the summer between sophomore and junior year."
"I think like we turned sixteen, got our drivers license, got jobs, girlfriends and started hanging out with different people."
"Yeah, I think you're right," Buzz replied. "So what you been up to since we last seen each other?"
The fall after graduation I was off to Cal Poly up at San Luis Obispo. After four years I graduated and decide to take a commission in the Army. The rest is history, and you?"
"After high school, I was a year behind you, I went to junior college. I took up skiing and snowboarding and ended up working the resort scene on 80 and Lake Tahoe until I got a job here in Reno a couple years ago. Then I got married. Oh yeah, I already told ya I'm married or was until a few hours ago."
About the time Buzz finished his story the bartender came over with two fresh glasses of bourbon to say the hotel was full. After that we sipped our drinks and made more small talk about old times and conquests. Buzz stood up to leave. I saw he was a little wobbly, so I said, "Hey, instead of getting in your car to drive around tryin to find a place to stay, you're welcome to spend the next seven days here with me. Rooms already paid for and there're two king beds."
"I don't want to be any trouble. Besides my problems are mine," Buzz said.
"I insist at least until tomorrow morning. No sense gettin caught in a DUI check point."
"Okay, just until tomorrow," Buzz said somewhat inebriated.
We settled up with the bartender. The bar guy quietly thanked me for not letting Buzz out on the street to drive. As we made our way to my room I couldn't help but remember Buzz and I were more than good friends. We had actually been jack off buddies from about the seventh grade into high school. Then the girlfriends came on the scene and those days were over. The one thing I remembered clearly was that Buzz probably had one of the biggest cocks in the school. I know because we measured each others cocks all the time.
It was like I was embarrassed yet at the same time envious, always trying to catch up to him and he was nine months younger. From the time we met and started fooling around his cock was always the biggest flaccid or erect The last time we measured that summer between my sophomore and junior year he was a fraction of an inch away from nine inches long erect. He was right around six inches soft and had a gorgeous pronounced cockhead. We reached the room, I put my card in the door and in we went. I sat Buzz down of one of the king size beds. Then I called room service to ask for another set of towels for the morning.
"You gonna be okay," I asked my new roommate. "There still serving dinner if you want to accompany me."
"Okay."
"Get up and throw some water on your face, get your shit squared away and let's go get some fuckin chow."
The two of us got squared away and went to the dinning room where the buffet line was still up and running. We stacked a little of this and little of that on our plates before making our way over to the table the server had reserved for us. The server came by a couple minutes later to ask what we wanted to drink. After ordering water and coffee we dug in to eat.
"I hope you don't mind but I'm probably goin to go back for seconds," I told my friend. "After all those months in Afghanistan I need some good American nutrition."
"Me too, this is great food," Buzz replied. "So, you just back from Afghanistan?"
"Yeah."
"Is that place as bad as they say it is?" Buzz asked.
In between bites I replied, "Worse... A real shit hole. We got no fuckin business there."
"So, why do you stay in the Army?" Buzz asked.
"Nothin better to do. The economy is in the toilet here; besides, the money in the Army isn't too bad."
"How many more years you got to do?" Buzz asked.
"Eight till I got twenty-one years and then I'll throw in the towel. I'm gonna go get some more food, you comin?"
I got up to browse the buffet again, looking at a little of this and that, paying attention to a couple of the deserts. While I was walking around I was wondering what Buzz looked like in the nude after all these years. Years past when we were jack off buddies he had a pretty good physique. He'd been a basketball player in school. I dismissed the thoughts thinking I was sure to get an eye full in the next day or so if he stayed.
We finally finished eating, so I pushed back and motioned the server for more coffee. She topped off both our cups and left us to talk. "Yeah, I hope to make Lieutenant Colonel before I retire. I think I can do it if I don't get into any more trouble."
"What kind of trouble did you get into?" Buzz asked.
"I guess I'm a little too rough around the edge for the new Army. I got caught by a journalist on camera using some pretty profane language to describe this fuckin Taliban chief one of my guys killed. The footage got back to superiors and one of them was a female full colonel, anyway they wrote me up for the coarse language."
"You got to be kidding me I here coarse language from soldiers all the time. I work at the Reno VA," Buzz said.
"Yeah, I guess the Army is trying to mold soldiers into this new squeaky clean image. You know, kinder gentler soldiers," I replied.
I suggest that we walk around town to work off the extra calories. We talked about old times as we walked. Buzz told me that he had gotten married after he got the job with the VA, and from what he was telling me he hadn't been happy. He described his wife as the ice queen. She would only have sex with him on her terms and when she wanted. She was not into performing oral sex on him but want Buzz to eat her pussy, and she only permitted Buzz to fuck her missionary position. She gave him the same old line of shit. I got a headache; I'm too tired to have sex. All in all it didn't sound as though he was all that broken up about hopefully getting rid of her.
We stop at the local drug store to get Buzz a razor and tooth brush. He also wanted a special body wash and some other things. I didn't see what all he put in his basket. We got back to the hotel and stopped by the bar for a nightcap. After our drink we hit the elevator and then my room. Once inside I told Buzz he could have either one of the beds as I had not slept in either of them. He threw his bag on the bed closest to the window and retrieved the body wash from the bag. He excused himself to the bathroom and in no time I heard the shower running.
I stripped down to my boxers and waited for Buzz to finish. He merged from the bathroom displaying his goodies drying his head. Yep, as I remembered one fine looking cock and cockhead. I pushed past him to take my shower. As I was in the shower I was pulling on my limp phallus. I dried off and exited the bathroom and took a seat on the bed closest to the bathroom and door to the room.
Buzz looked at me and said, "Too bad we didn't get a bottle of Wild Turkey. We could've gotten shit-faced while flogging our dongs tonight."
"Hell, we don't need to get drunk to do that."
"You remember when we were in school we used to jack off together all the time and then towards the last we were blowin each other Those were some good times," Buzz said.
"Yeah they were," I replied. "Do you remember the first time we sixty-nined?" I asked.
"Yeah, we got so carried away I ejaculated in your mouth and you were gaggin and spittin all over the place," Buzz said laughing.
"It wasn't too funny for me then," I said. "We had a signal worked out so we would jack each other to get off and you just went ahead and blew your load in my mouth and all over my face."
We were both laughing about the old days when Buzz jumped on top of me and said, "Too bad we got older and can't do those things anymore."
"Why not," I replied.
"You mean bein an Army officer and all you'd be up for more of that?" Buzz asked.
"As long as the Army don't find out I got no problems," I replied. "I ain't had sex with man or woman in months, so I really don't care what kind of sex we have." "If you're up for it so am I," Buzz said. "So, what are you into?"
"Anything you want is fine by me."
"So, are you gay or bi?" Buzz asked.
"Probably a little of both. You don't have any place to be tonight, so why don't we exchange Christmas gifts early." I said with a little laugh.
"Sounds good to me," Buzz said.
I could tell both of us were horny as hell and ready for some action. I remember sucking Buzz years ago. I could only get about a third of his monster in my mouth. "Come on let's sixty-nine."
We turned opposite each other on the bed and began playing with each other's cocks. Then Buzz asked, "You learned to swallow yet?"
"Go for it," I replied.
We sucked each other and it was as if time had stood still for us. The difference was that we both had learned a modicum of self-control. We knew how far to go and the signs when we were about ready to cum. We played it for as long as possible. Finally, we exploded in each other's mouths about the same time. To me Buzz tasted as good as the Wild Turkey I'd consumed in the bar earlier in the day.