Chapter 11
“And here I was thinking we were a squad,” Buck says, his voice flat. “A team.”
“We are,” Yassir says, tucking himself away with a surprising lack of shame. He’s the calmest of all of us, meeting Buck’s gaze head-on. “We’re a team. Taking care of each other.”
Buck lets out a short, harsh laugh. “That what you call it? Taking care of each other?” His eyes sweep over the scene—me still bent over the log with cum drying on my thighs, Emilio standing there with his pants unbuttoned, Kade sitting on the log with his cock still out, Yassir posturing like a rooster.
“Looks to me like you’re a bunch of fucking degenerates. ”
“Jealous you weren’t invited?” Yassir says. He’s got balls, I’ll give him that.
Buck’s face darkens. “Watch your mouth, soldier.”
“Shit, I am,” Diego says, staring at me. His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open. “You guys started a party without me? While you knew how bad I needed it?” He takes a step forward. “Damn, Adrian. I didn’t realize you—”
Buck’s head snaps toward him. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“What? They were having fun,” Diego says. “Look at them. Look at him.” He points at me. “He’s been hungry for it all day. I should’ve known he’d go looking for more.”
“How did you find us here?” I ask. Maybe not the most important question, but it’s the one that comes out.
And my voice is surprisingly steady. A day ago, I would’ve scrambled for cover, mortified.
But right now, still high on the fucking I just got, there’s little shame left. “I thought you guys were asleep.”
“Rourke sent us,” Diego says. “You four disappeared. He wanted us to make sure you weren’t lost or dead.” His eyes linger on my ass, a hungry, appreciative look that makes my freshly-fucked hole throb. “Wasn’t hard. Just followed the noises.”
“Yeah, I guess we were a bit loud,” Yassir says with a smirk.
Buck’s face is thunderous. “This isn’t a fucking joke. All of you. Back to camp. Now.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Move it.”
No one moves.
“Did you not hear me?” Buck’s voice drops to a low, dangerous register. “Get your fucking clothes on and get back to the camp. This shit has to be reported. There’s no way I’m covering this up.”
“Well, if you’re gonna report it anyway,” Diego says, stepping forward, “might as well make it worth the discharge, right?” He starts working the buttons on his pants. “Let me get a piece of that ass before they send us all packing.”
Buck stares at him. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”
“Nah, man. I just got blue balls so bad they’re about to turn purple,” Diego says, pulling out his already-hard cock. “What do you say, Adrian? Up for one more?”
I look at him. At his thick cock in his fist, the one I had in my mouth this morning. Then I look at Buck, who looks like he’s about to pop a vein.
“Yeah,” I say, wiping a smear of Kade’s cum from my chin. “Yeah, I am.”
I turn around again, bending back over the log, presenting my cum-dripping hole to the new arrivals. If I’m going down, I’m going down with a bang. Or several.
Diego lets out a low whistle, taking in the sight of my sloppy hole. “Damn, you guys really did a number on him. Look at all that cum.” He kneels behind me, running a finger through the mess, teasing my swollen rim. Pushes it back inside with a wet sound. “Gonna add mine to the collection.”
Then he’s lining up, pushing into me in one smooth thrust. I’m so slick, so stretched, that he slides right in.
It should be embarrassing how easily he sinks into my body.
But it’s not. It’s just hot. To be so open, so ready for cock.
That perfect feeling of being filled again washes over me, and I let out a long, contented sigh.
“Fuck yeah,” Diego groans as he starts to move, his hands gripping my hips. “That’s the stuff. That’s what I needed.”
He fucks me with a pounding rhythm, his cum-filled balls slapping against my ass.
Not as brutal as Yassir, not as careful as Emilio.
It’s clear that he’s fucked a lot of ass before.
I think of his story about Maria, about driving three hours just to hit it in the back of his car.
He knows how to angle his hips to hit that spot inside me that makes my whole body tingle.
He knows how to vary the pace, to keep me guessing.
He’s as skilled as he is cocky, a lethal combination.
The others watch. Yassir, Kade, and Emilio are on their feet, forming a loose semicircle around the log, their eyes glued to the action in front of them. And when I look over my shoulder, I see Buck is still there, too.
He hasn’t left. He’s standing at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed over his chest, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He’s watching. Watching Diego fuck me instead of dragging us all back to camp like he said he would.
Maybe it was an idle threat. Maybe he’s enjoying the show more than he’s letting on. There’s a definite bulge in the front of his pants, and it seems to be getting bigger the harder Diego fucks me.
That’s when I decide to put a little gasoline on this fire. There’s nothing more potent than a man fighting himself. And I have nothing left to lose anyway.
“Hey, Buck,” I pant, pushing back against Diego’s thrusts, looking right at him. “Sure you don’t want some of this?”
His nostrils flare. The muscle in his jaw works overtime. But he doesn’t leave. He stays rooted to the spot, his eyes locked on the place where my body swallows Diego’s cock.
“He’s got a mouth on him, huh?” Diego grunts, smacking my ass. “Don’t worry, Buck. I’ll fuck that sass right out of him.” He picks up the pace, really pounding into me, making me yelp with every deep thrust.
It just makes me bolder.
“Or you could use your cock to shut me up,” I gasp, my words coming in bursts timed to Diego’s rhythm.
Buck scratches his beard. He takes a step forward, then stops. “What did you just say?”
“What? Just trying to be a team player.” I look at him. “Don’t leave a man behind, right? That’s what we always say.” I glance down at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Looks like you could use some relief too.”
“You’re out of line, Adrian,” Buck says, taking another step closer. He’s only a few feet away now. His eyes are locked on me. On my face, my swollen lips, my tear-streaked cheeks. On my ass, being pummeled by Diego’s cock.
“Am I?” I moan as Diego hits that perfect spot inside me. “Or am I just doing my duty? Relieving a fellow soldier of his burden.”
“Adrian…” he warns.
Diego’s thrusts are faltering. He’s getting close. The familiar signs are all there—his breathing getting ragged, his movements getting erratic, his grip on my hips tightening like a vise. I’ve felt it with Emilio, I’ve felt it with Yassir. I know what’s coming. And I can’t wait.
“Do it,” I beg Diego. “Pump another load inside me.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna,” Diego growls. “You’re gonna be so full of cum. Three weeks of being backed up, mano. This is gonna be a flood.”
“I want it all,” I moan, my eyes still locked on Buck. “Every last drop.”
That’s all it takes. Diego lets out a string of curses, a filthy mix of English and Spanish, and then I feel it—the fourth load of the night.
The fourth hot, wet rush flooding my insides.
And he’s not kidding. It feels like he’s coming forever, rope after rope of thick cum pumping into me, creaming my already-used hole.
There’s so much it starts to push back out, leaking down my balls in thick, sticky streams.
Emilio, Kade, and Yassir let out a collective groan as Diego keeps emptying himself into me.
I guess none of them have ever seen a load this massive.
I know I haven’t. I can feel the sheer volume of it, the pressure inside me, the wet squelching sounds getting louder and messier as Diego keeps thrusting, pushing his cum even deeper.
“Fuck, I think you’ll be pregnant,” Diego says with a wheezing laugh, finally stilling. He slumps over my back, all sweaty and spent. “You good, mano?”
“Never better,” I sigh as he pulls out. A gush of fluid follows, a river of cum running down my legs, dripping onto my pants pooled around my ankles. “Holy shit. There’s so much.”
Diego chuckles and takes a step back. “Told you. Three weeks, baby. And you’ve edged me this morning with that little taste.”
My hole is gaping, a sloppy, used mess, still pulsing and clenching, desperate for more.
And Buck is standing closer than ever. So close I can see the dark, wiry hairs on his chest peeking out from the collar of his shirt.
So close I can smell him. Clean sweat and that cheap soap we all use.
He’s breathing heavily, and the bulge in his pants looks painful.
“So,” I say, my voice shaky. “That’s four. You wanna make it five? Or you gonna report us all for... what was it you said? Being degenerates?”
Buck doesn’t answer. He just stands there, staring down at my dripping, cum-filled hole. His pupils are blown wide, and with every breath his nostrils flare.
“Let’s play a little game,” I continue, my brain still foggy with pleasure, but this new thrill sharpening my senses.
“If I open your pants and you’re soft, we’ll go back to camp right now.
No more arguments. We’ll take whatever punishment you think we deserve.
” I turn around and kneel in front of him, my shirt sticking to my back with sweat and God knows what else.
I rest my hands on my thighs and look up at him. “But if you’re hard…”
I move my hand to the front of his pants. Buck doesn’t stop me. He stares down at me, his jaw clenched, a vein pulsing in his neck. I can feel the heat radiating from him. The sheer size of his bulge is ridiculous.
One by one, I pop open the buttons of his fly. The last one springs open on its own, and the thick outline of his cock strains against his boxer briefs. I trace the shape of him with my fingers, feeling him twitch and throb under my touch.
Then I hook my fingers into the waistband and pull them down.