“Holy shit,” he whispers in my ear. “That was... holy shit.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my own release still coiled tight in my balls. “Holy shit.”
He stays inside me for a long moment, his forehead pressed against my back, our hearts pounding in sync. I don’t want him to ever pull out. I want to stay like this forever, connected to him, full of him.
But as his cock softens, he eventually slides out. There’s a wet squelch, and a gush of fluid runs down my inner thigh. I feel the loss of him instantly, my hole fluttering, already missing the stretch and fill of him.
Emilio stumbles back, pulling up his pants. He looks dazed, drunk on pleasure. He stares at my ass, at the cum leaking from my hole, and a slow, lazy grin spreads across his face.
“Damn, Adrian,” he says. “That’s a hot sight.”
“It sure is,” Yassir says, stepping forward. He’s got a feral gleam in his eye, and the cock in his hand looks painfully hard. He tugs it, a long, slow stroke from root to tip.
“Mind if I add to the mess?”
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 youlike 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 thatmission 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.
