Chapter 9
The Yassir I’ve known for the last three weeks is a little reserved. The kind of guy who does every drill exactly as ordered. His body isn’t as bulked up as Buck’s or Kade’s, but he’s lean and athletic, and he can run for miles without breaking a sweat.
But this Yassir, the one standing in front of us now with his arms crossed and that gleam in his eyes, the guy who just fucked Kade into submission with such ferocity—he’s a completely different animal.
The dominance radiating off him makes my hole clench.
It makes me want to submit the way Kade did.
“Seems fair to me,” he says. “You watched us, so we get to watch you.”
Kade, who’s been standing there looking mortified, seems to regain some of his composure. He crosses his arms, mirroring Yassir’s stance. “Yeah. Fair’s fair.” He shifts his weight. “And for the record, I’m not gay.”
Emilio lets out a short laugh. “Dude, you were just begging him to breed you. You were squealing like a stuck pig.”
“I never did shit like this before this week, alright?” Kade’s jaw tightens. “It’s the isolation. The stress. No women around, we’re all pent-up…” He says it like he’s trying to convince himself as much as us.
“Wait,” Emilio says. “This week? You mean this has been happening more than once?”
Kade shrugs. “A few times. Turns out getting your ass pounded feels pretty damn good. Who knew?” He looks at Yassir. “And this guy never stops.”
“You’re the one begging for more,” Yassir shoots back. “I just happen to have a high sex drive. Real high.”
“Fucking understatement.”
I think back to all those times I caught them giving each other a look. The whispered conversations. The times they slipped away from the group. I assumed they were becoming good friends. Turns out they were bonding in a very different way.
“Was it you last night?” I ask.
They both look at me.
“What do you mean?” Yassir asks.
“In the tent. Someone was… uh… getting busy in their sleeping bag.” I feel my cheeks flush.
“Oh damn, he heard you,” Kade says, nudging Yassir.
Yassir’s grin doesn’t falter. “You heard that, huh? Sorry. I was trying to be discreet.” He winks. “It was a hot night. I’ve got needs, man.”
“Join the club,” I mutter.
“Yeah, well.” Yassir’s dark eyes rake over Emilio and me. “Looks like we all do. So let’s not waste any more time talking.” He gestures to the fallen log. “That’s a nice piece of wood right there. Right, Kade?” He slaps Kade on the ass.
It still feels surreal, watching them interact like this.
“You know it,” Kade says. “That log’s seen some action the last few days.”
The moonlight illuminates the weathered bark, moss growing along its length. It looks sturdy, but soft where the green grows thick. A perfect height. Behind it, the stream gurgles softly, the water so clear I can see the smooth stones at the bottom.
“Alright,” Emilio says, looking at me. “They want a show. What do you say, Adrian?”
I’m already working the buttons on my pants. Fuck secrecy. Fuck hiding. I’m done being ashamed. If these guys can be out here doing what they’re doing, then so can I.
“I say let’s give them one.”
I let my pants fall to my ankles, my hard cock springing free.
Yassir lets out a low whistle. “Damn. Someone’s eager.”
I am. And I’m done pretending I’m not. I drape myself over the fallen log, the way Kade did. The rough bark digs into my palms. I spread my legs wider, arch my back, and present my bare ass to Emilio. To all of them.
Three pairs of eyes on me. Three soldiers who’ve seen me at my strongest and at my lowest, now seeing me at my most vulnerable. Naked. Wanting. Shamelessly offering myself up.
“Fuck,” Emilio whispers, his hands fumbling with his own belt. “You look so good like that, Adrian.”
“Then come get me,” I say, wiggling my ass.
He’s on me in an instant, his hands on my hips, pulling me against him. I can feel the hot, hard length of him sliding between my cheeks. His pants are barely pushed down, just enough to free his cock. The haste and desperation to get inside me—it’s a rush like nothing I’ve ever felt.
The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, and I gasp. I’m nervous. Of course I am. I’ve never done this. I have no idea how it’s going to feel, if it’s going to hurt. But the ache in my hole is stronger than the fear. I need it. I need him inside me.
Emilio spits a glob of saliva onto my opening, and I feel him try to push inside. I tense up, my body clenching on instinct.
“Hold up,” Kade calls out. “You gotta warm him up, man. You can’t just shove it in like that.”
Emilio pauses. “Right. Fuck. I’m just—”
“Eager. We can tell.” Kade tosses a half-empty bottle of lube to him. “Use plenty. Trust me.”
I hear the cap flip open, then feel cold liquid dripping between my cheeks. Emilio’s fingers are there a second later, rubbing the slickness over my hole. I’m glad for that extra shower I took before dinner, the one Buck grumbled about me taking too long. I couldn’t be cleaner than I am right now.
There’s a slight burn as he slips a finger inside, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
A weird, foreign sensation. I’ve touched myself there before, of course, curious fingers probing in the privacy of a shower stall, but having another person touch me like this is totally different.
There’s an intimacy to it that makes my whole body feel hot and tingly.
I look over my shoulder. Emilio is watching his finger disappear into me, biting his bottom lip, his brow furrowed in concentration.
The other guys are watching too. Yassir is stroking himself openly now, and Kade, who’s buttoned up but whose dick is still visibly hard through the fabric, is rubbing the heel of his hand against it.
“You’re so tight,” Emilio breathes, pushing his finger in deeper, all the way to the last knuckle. “I’m sorry I tried to just go in. I got a bit ahead of myself.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I say. “I love that you want me that bad.”
“Never been this hard in my life, man. Seriously. The thought of being inside you…”
“Add another one,” Yassir says, moving closer for a better view. “Gotta stretch him good.”
Emilio does. Two fingers now. The lube makes a wet, squelching sound as he works them inside me, scissoring them, twisting. The burn is intense, but beneath it, a new feeling is starting to bloom. A deep, aching pleasure that makes my dick throb against the mossy bark of the log.
He keeps adding more lube, pumping his fingers in and out. In and out. It’s a wet, messy process. Lube drips down my balls, onto the pants pooled around my ankles. It runs down Emilio’s arm. But he keeps going. In and out. Fucking me with his fingers, his other hand squeezing the base of his cock.
I let my head hang, my cheek resting on the soft moss, breathing through the sensation. I might come just from this. From being fingered by my friend in front of our squadmates, their eyes glued to us. But no. I have to hold back. I don’t want this to end before it starts.
“I’m ready, Em,” I pant, pushing back against his hand. “I’m ready. Please. Fuck me.”
I’m begging. I’m begging my friend to fuck me in front of half our squad. If you’d told me this morning I’d be in this position, I would have laughed in your face. No way in hell I’d ever do something like this. It would have always just been a fantasy.
But now, in the moonlight, with his fingers deep inside me, it feels so natural to submit. To beg. To let them see how much I want it.
Emilio retreats, and I feel the loss of his fingers acutely. It’s a hollow ache, an empty space that needs to be filled. My hole flutters, clenching around nothing.
More liquid. Then Emilio pushes his pants down to his knees and lines himself up. The blunt head of my friend’s cock, slick with lube and precum, nudges my hole.
This is it. No turning back now. I’m about to be breached. Fucked. Split open like a hot dog bun.
But where my body was trying to pull his fingers in only moments ago, now the opposite happens. My hole clenches tight against the intruder, refusing to yield.
Emilio kneads my ass cheeks in slow, soothing circles. “I don’t want to hurt you, Adrian.”
“Just push. I’ll be fine. I promise.”
“Are you sure—”
“He’s not a porcelain doll,” Yassir cuts in. “He’s a soldier. He can take it.”
“Yeah, man,” Kade says. “The burn’s part of the fun. You’ve gotta break through it to get to the good stuff.” He’s stroking himself now, working the thick cock that I’ve been watching for weeks.
“Listen to them, Em,” I say. “I want to feel you in the deepest parts of—aaaahhh!”
The head of his cock slips past the tight ring of muscle, and a sharp, searing burn rips through me.
It’s so much more intense than his fingers.
A white-hot flash of pain that steals my breath.
My hands fly from the log to my own ass cheeks, pulling them apart in a desperate attempt to ease the pressure, to give him more room to get in.
“Fuck,” I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. “Fuck, it burns.”
“Should I stop?” Emilio asks, stilling instantly. His hands are shaking as they grip my hips.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I grit out, my forehead pressed against the log. “Just... hold still. Give me a second.”
“I got you.”
“Breathe, man,” Yassir says. “Don’t tense up. Relax into it.”
“Yeah, don’t fight it,” Kade adds. “Just let it happen. The burn will pass. And when it does... fuck, it’s so worth it.”
Their voices ground me. I take a deep breath, then another. I focus on the sound of the stream, the crickets, the heavy breathing of the four of us. On Emilio’s hands gripping my hips, his thumb brushing soothing circles over my skin.
Slowly, the fire in my ass recedes, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache. A feeling of being incredibly full. Fuller than I’ve ever been in my life. Full of cock. Full of Emilio.
“Okay,” I say, my voice shaky. “Okay, I think I’m ready for more.”
Emilio pushes in another inch. The pressure builds, but the burn is duller now. Manageable. He keeps pushing, slowly, steadily, until he’s buried all the way to the hilt, his balls pressed tight against my ass.
“Fuuuuck,” we both say at the same time.
Emilio leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my ear. “How’s it feel? You okay?”
“It feels... so fucking good,” I breathe. “You’re so deep, Em. God, you’re in so deep.”
“I’m all the way in, Adrian. Every last inch.” He sounds as awestruck as I feel. “You took it all.”
“I knew you could,” Kade says. “He’s a natural, this one.”
“I am,” I moan, pushing back against Emilio. “I really, really am.”
Emilio starts to move, pulling out slowly until only the head remains, then pushing back in just as slowly. The drag of his cock against my insides, the way my body resists and then yields to him, the sounds he’s making in my ear... it has me panting, writhing against the log.
Kade was right. The burn is worth it. So fucking worth it.
The ache fades, leaving bone-deep pleasure in its wake. And God, there’s so much of it. With each thrust, he rubs against something inside me that sends sparks shooting up my spine, making my dick leak.
This. This is what I was missing. This is what I’ve been craving without even knowing it. Not just the taste of cock in my mouth, but this. The feeling of being taken. Fucked. Owned. The pleasure of surrendering myself to another man.
I feel so alive. So present. Every nerve ending is on fire, every sensation amplified. The bark of the log scratching my palms, the sound of my friend’s ragged breathing as he fucks me, the moonlight on my skin, the gazes of the other two soldiers watching us.
“Harder,” I beg, pushing back against him. “Please, Em. Harder.”
“Damn,” Yassir says, stroking himself with long, slow twists of his wrist. “He’s a hungry one.”
“Starving,” I pant.
Emilio’s hips snap forward, and I cry out as he slams into me, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the clearing. “Like that?” he grunts.
“Yeah. Like that. Just like that.”
“I won’t last long if I keep this up. You’re so fucking tight.”
“Then don’t last.” I look over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. “Just fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can.”
He growls. His hands grip my shoulders for leverage, and then he loses all control. He pounds into me with brutal force, his balls slapping against my ass, driving the breath from my lungs with every thrust.
I’m a mess. Drooling, moaning, babbling. “Yes,” “please,” “more,” “Em,” and “fuck” spilling in staccato bursts from my lips. All my training, all my composure, all my carefully constructed walls—gone. Stripped away. Reduced to this. A hole for my friend to fuck.
And it’s glorious. The most glorious feeling in the world.
Emilio’s movements go erratic, his thrusts shallow. He’s close. I can feel it in the way his cock pulses inside me, in the way he’s holding onto me tight, like I’m the only thing keeping him anchored.
“Adrian,” he gasps, burying himself deep one last time. “Adrian, I’m—”
His body goes rigid against my back, and heat floods me. A hot, wet rush as he empties himself inside me, pumping rope after rope of cum into my depths. I can feel him throb, feel the muscles in his thighs quiver against mine. He shudders, a final gasp, then slumps over me, boneless.
“Holy shit,” he whispers in my ear. “That was... holy shit.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my own release still coiled tight in my balls. “Holy shit.”
He stays inside me for a long moment, his forehead pressed against my back, our hearts pounding in sync. I don’t want him to ever pull out. I want to stay like this forever, connected to him, full of him.
But as his cock softens, he eventually slides out. There’s a wet squelch, and a gush of fluid runs down my inner thigh. I feel the loss of him instantly, my hole fluttering, already missing the stretch and fill of him.
Emilio stumbles back, pulling up his pants. He looks dazed, drunk on pleasure. He stares at my ass, at the cum leaking from my hole, and a slow, lazy grin spreads across his face.
“Damn, Adrian,” he says. “That’s a hot sight.”
“It sure is,” Yassir says, stepping forward. He’s got a feral gleam in his eye, and the cock in his hand looks painfully hard. He tugs it, a long, slow stroke from root to tip.
“Mind if I add to the mess?”