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 thatneedsto 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.”
