All the frustration, all the secret glances, all the shame and self-loathing, it all led to this. To me, pinned between two men, finally letting go of all inhibitions and embracing the part of me I’ve been trying to suppress for so long.
“Look at him go,” Emilio says. He’s standing right next to me, watching as Yassir and Kade plunge their cocks into my body from both ends. There’s no jealousy in his voice, only admiration. Like he’s happy to share me. Happy to see me getting what I need.
So I’m determined to give him a good show.
I arch my back more, pushing my ass up higher for Yassir, making sure Emilio gets a perfect view of that thick cock slidingin and out of my hole. I hollow my cheeks around Kade, taking him deeper, making obscene wet sounds as I work his shaft. I’m sloppy with it, drool spilling down my chin, my eyes watering as I fight my gag reflex.
“Jesus fuck,” Kade breathes, his grip on my head tightening. “He’s trying to swallow the whole thing.”
I pull back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting my lips to the tip of his cock. I look up at him, at the blissed-out expression on his face. “You complaining?”
“Fuck no,” he grunts, shoving himself back into my mouth. He starts to fuck my face with deep, aggressive thrusts that push me to my limits. “Just never had anyone so eager for it before.”
Yassir lets out a dark chuckle. “Told you. He’s a greedy one. Hungry for cock, aren’t you, Adrian?” He smacks my ass hard, the stinging crack echoing through the clearing. The sharp pain blooms into pleasure, making me moan around Kade’s cock.
Those masculine hands are all over me. Yassir’s on my hips. Kade’s on my head. Then Emilio’s are there too, rubbing my lower back, sliding down to squeeze my ass cheek, pulling it aside to get a better view of Yassir’s cock plundering my hole.
“Damn, that’s hot,” he whispers. “I can see you stretched around him. I can see my cum leaking out around him.” His thumb brushes over my hole, rubbing against Yassir’s pistoning shaft.
It’s an overload of sensation. Being fucked. Being watched. Being praised. My dick, bouncing with every brutal thrust from Yassir, leaks a steady stream of precum onto the forest floor beneath me. I’m so close to the edge, but I hold on. I want to feel this for as long as I can.
But not everyone has my self-control.
Yassir’s orgasm comes without warning. He buries himself to the hilt with a final, powerful thrust that drives me forward onto Kade’s cock, making me gag. Then there’s an endless flood ofheat inside me, a second load pumping deep into my guts. Yassir lets out a string of curses, a mix of English and what I assume is Arabic, his whole body shaking as he empties himself into me.
“Fuck, you coming, Yas?” Kade asks.
“Fucking drowning him in it,” Yassir pants, still shuddering with the force of his orgasm. There’s so much cum that it starts to leak out of me even with him still buried inside me, a steady trickle running down my balls.
“Fuck, fuck—” Kade’s hands grip my head tight. “I’m gonna—” He tries to pull out, but I grab onto the back of his thighs, holding him in place. No way am I letting this one get away.
“Christ,” he breathes. “You’re a filthy—” He cuts himself off with a loud grunt, and then my mouth is flooded. Rope after rope of thick, salty cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow as fast as I can, but there’s too much. It spills from the corners of my mouth, runs down my chin, drips onto my shirt. He’s a fucking firehose, dousing the flames of my thirst.
They both pull out at the same time. Yassir with a wet squelch, Kade with a pop. And then I’m empty again. Both holes are dripping with cum. I stay draped over the log, panting, my whole body buzzing.
Yassir smacks my ass one last time. “Good boy.”
The sound echoes through the clearing.
Then another smack follows. And another. But there’s no hand on my skin anymore. No one is touching me. The sound is coming from somewhere else.
I look over my shoulder to find the source, and my blood runs cold.
How many times can you get caught with your pants down in one day?
Standing at the edge of the clearing, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight, are Buck and Diego. Buck is clapping—slow, measured smacks that sound like gunshots in the sudden silence. Applauding the show.
But his face looks anything but amused.
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.
