Chapter 10
My hole clenches at the question. Not in fear, but in anticipation. A fresh wave of heat washes over me. Emilio’s load is still trickling down my leg, but my body is already craving more. More cock. More cum. More of this feeling.
But is it greedy to want another so soon? I glance at Emilio, checking his reaction.
He’s standing a few feet away, catching his breath, pants pulled up but still unbuttoned.
His softening dick is visible through the open fly, all wet and shiny.
When he catches my eye, he winks. There’s no jealousy, no possessiveness.
Just happy, sated satisfaction. And if I’m reading it right, a hint of curiosity.
He wants to see this. He wants to watch me get fucked again.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
“Be my guest,” I say, wiggling my ass.
Yassir doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s on me in a flash, kicking my legs apart with his foot.
“You want this big Arab dick, huh?” he growls, lining up the head of his cock with my slick, used hole. He swipes it through the mess, coating himself in Emilio’s cum. “Want me to fuck you like I fucked him?” He nods toward Kade, who’s watching us with a look of pure lust.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Don’t hold back.”
“I won’t.”
Then he’s pushing inside, and my eyes roll back in my head. He’s bigger than Emilio. Thicker. The stretch is intense, the burn returning. Even though I’m already so open, so wet with cum and lube, he has to force his way in, and I cry out as he breaches me.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the log. “Fuck, you’re big.”
“Too much for you?” he asks with a dark chuckle, not stopping until he’s fully seated, his smooth balls pressed against my ass. He’s deeper than Emilio was, hitting parts of me I didn’t know existed. A dizzying wave of pleasure and pain washes over me.
When my only answer is a loud moan, he laughs again, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through my body.
“That’s what I thought. You’re a greedy little bottom, aren’t you?
Taking Emilio’s load and already begging for another.
I’m starting to think you’d take the whole squad if you could.
” He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in, making me yelp.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, punctuating the question with another hard thrust. “To be the squad’s cumdump? The one we all come to when we need to bust a nut?”
Actually, yeah. Yeah, that’s exactly what I want. To be passed around from one soldier to the next, to be filled and used by all of them. But I’m too consumed by the brutal force of his fucking to form the words. All I can do is take it. Take everything he’s giving me.
And he’s giving me a lot. Where Emilio was careful, almost tender, Yassir is merciless.
He fucks me the way he fucked Kade. Hard.
Fast. Relentless. He’s a man on a mission, and that mission is to ruin my hole, to make it impossible for me to participate in drills tomorrow without feeling him inside me.
“If you’re not gonna talk,” Kade says, stepping in front of me, “then put that mouth to better use.”
He hoists himself up onto the log, spreading his legs and presenting me with that magnificent cock I’ve been eyeing for weeks. It’s just as impressive up close. Thick. Veined. A proud, angry-looking thing that begs to be worshiped. The head is glistening with precum.
He grips my head and guides himself to my lips. “Open up.”
I do. I open my mouth in a perfect O and let him feed it to me, moaning around him as Yassir continues to pound me from behind. And just like that, both my holes are filled. I’m spit-roasted between two of my squadmates, a soldier sandwich, my head held up by the strength of Kade’s grip.
The reality is so much better than the fantasy.
The weight of Yassir’s hands on my hips, the bruising force of his thrusts.
The taste of Kade in my mouth, the thick vein pulsing against my tongue.
The sounds, their grunts and moans, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the obscene slurping as I try to take as much of Kade as I can.
All the frustration, all the secret glances, all the shame and self-loathing, it all led to this. To me, pinned between two men, finally letting go of all inhibitions and embracing the part of me I’ve been trying to suppress for so long.
“Look at him go,” Emilio says. He’s standing right next to me, watching as Yassir and Kade plunge their cocks into my body from both ends. There’s no jealousy in his voice, only admiration. Like he’s happy to share me. Happy to see me getting what I need.
So I’m determined to give him a good show.
I arch my back more, pushing my ass up higher for Yassir, making sure Emilio gets a perfect view of that thick cock sliding in and out of my hole.
I hollow my cheeks around Kade, taking him deeper, making obscene wet sounds as I work his shaft.
I’m sloppy with it, drool spilling down my chin, my eyes watering as I fight my gag reflex.
“Jesus fuck,” Kade breathes, his grip on my head tightening. “He’s trying to swallow the whole thing.”
I pull back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting my lips to the tip of his cock. I look up at him, at the blissed-out expression on his face. “You complaining?”
“Fuck no,” he grunts, shoving himself back into my mouth. He starts to fuck my face with deep, aggressive thrusts that push me to my limits. “Just never had anyone so eager for it before.”
Yassir lets out a dark chuckle. “Told you. He’s a greedy one. Hungry for cock, aren’t you, Adrian?” He smacks my ass hard, the stinging crack echoing through the clearing. The sharp pain blooms into pleasure, making me moan around Kade’s cock.
Those masculine hands are all over me. Yassir’s on my hips. Kade’s on my head. Then Emilio’s are there too, rubbing my lower back, sliding down to squeeze my ass cheek, pulling it aside to get a better view of Yassir’s cock plundering my hole.
“Damn, that’s hot,” he whispers. “I can see you stretched around him. I can see my cum leaking out around him.” His thumb brushes over my hole, rubbing against Yassir’s pistoning shaft.
It’s an overload of sensation. Being fucked. Being watched. Being praised. My dick, bouncing with every brutal thrust from Yassir, leaks a steady stream of precum onto the forest floor beneath me. I’m so close to the edge, but I hold on. I want to feel this for as long as I can.
But not everyone has my self-control.
Yassir’s orgasm comes without warning. He buries himself to the hilt with a final, powerful thrust that drives me forward onto Kade’s cock, making me gag.
Then there’s an endless flood of heat inside me, a second load pumping deep into my guts.
Yassir lets out a string of curses, a mix of English and what I assume is Arabic, his whole body shaking as he empties himself into me.
“Fuck, you coming, Yas?” Kade asks.
“Fucking drowning him in it,” Yassir pants, still shuddering with the force of his orgasm. There’s so much cum that it starts to leak out of me even with him still buried inside me, a steady trickle running down my balls.
“Fuck, fuck—” Kade’s hands grip my head tight. “I’m gonna—” He tries to pull out, but I grab onto the back of his thighs, holding him in place. No way am I letting this one get away.
“Christ,” he breathes. “You’re a filthy—” He cuts himself off with a loud grunt, and then my mouth is flooded.
Rope after rope of thick, salty cum hits the back of my throat.
I swallow as fast as I can, but there’s too much.
It spills from the corners of my mouth, runs down my chin, drips onto my shirt.
He’s a fucking firehose, dousing the flames of my thirst.
They both pull out at the same time. Yassir with a wet squelch, Kade with a pop. And then I’m empty again. Both holes are dripping with cum. I stay draped over the log, panting, my whole body buzzing.
Yassir smacks my ass one last time. “Good boy.”
The sound echoes through the clearing.
Then another smack follows. And another. But there’s no hand on my skin anymore. No one is touching me. The sound is coming from somewhere else.
I look over my shoulder to find the source, and my blood runs cold.
How many times can you get caught with your pants down in one day?
Standing at the edge of the clearing, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight, are Buck and Diego. Buck is clapping—slow, measured smacks that sound like gunshots in the sudden silence. Applauding the show.
But his face looks anything but amused.