“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.”
