“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 heavybreathing 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 mymouth, 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.
