Buck’s face darkens. “Watch your mouth, soldier.”
“Shit, I am,” Diego says, staring at me. His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open. “You guys started a party without me? While you knew how bad I needed it?” He takes a step forward. “Damn, Adrian. I didn’t realize you?—”
Buck’s head snaps toward him. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“What? They were having fun,” Diego says. “Look at them. Look at him.” He points at me. “He’s been hungry for it all day. I should’ve known he’d go looking for more.”
“How did you find us here?” I ask. Maybe not the most important question, but it’s the one that comes out. And my voice is surprisingly steady. A day ago, I would’ve scrambled for cover, mortified. But right now, still high on the fucking I just got, there’s little shame left. “I thought you guys were asleep.”
“Rourke sent us,” Diego says. “You four disappeared. He wanted us to make sure you weren’t lost or dead.” His eyes linger on my ass, a hungry, appreciative look that makes my freshly-fucked hole throb. “Wasn’t hard. Just followed the noises.”
“Yeah, I guess we were a bit loud,” Yassir says with a smirk.
Buck’s face is thunderous. “This isn’t a fucking joke. All of you. Back to camp. Now.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Move it.”
No one moves.
“Did you not hear me?” Buck’s voice drops to a low, dangerous register. “Get your fucking clothes on and get back to the camp. This shit has to be reported. There’s no way I’m covering this up.”
“Well, if you’re gonna report it anyway,” Diego says, stepping forward, “might as well make it worth the discharge, right?” He starts working the buttons on his pants. “Let me get a piece of that ass before they send us all packing.”
Buck stares at him. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”
“Nah, man. I just got blue balls so bad they’re about to turn purple,” Diego says, pulling out his already-hard cock. “What do you say, Adrian? Up for one more?”
I look at him. At his thick cock in his fist, the one I had in my mouth this morning. Then I look at Buck, who looks like he’s about to pop a vein.
“Yeah,” I say, wiping a smear of Kade’s cum from my chin. “Yeah, I am.”
I turn around again, bending back over the log, presenting my cum-dripping hole to the new arrivals. If I’m going down, I’m going down with a bang. Or several.
Diego lets out a low whistle, taking in the sight of my sloppy hole. “Damn, you guys really did a number on him. Look at all that cum.” He kneels behind me, running a finger through the mess, teasing my swollen rim. Pushes it back inside with a wet sound. “Gonna add mine to the collection.”
Then he’s lining up, pushing into me in one smooth thrust. I’m so slick, so stretched, that he slides right in. It should be embarrassing how easily he sinks into my body. But it’s not. It’s just hot. To be so open, so ready for cock. That perfect feeling of being filled again washes over me, and I let out a long, contented sigh.
“Fuck yeah,” Diego groans as he starts to move, his hands gripping my hips. “That’s the stuff. That’s what I needed.”
He fucks me with a pounding rhythm, his cum-filled balls slapping against my ass. Not as brutal as Yassir, not as careful as Emilio. It’s clear that he’s fucked a lot of ass before. I think of his story about Maria, about driving three hours just to hit it in the back of his car. He knows how to angle his hips to hit that spot inside me that makes my whole body tingle. He knows how to vary the pace, to keep me guessing. He’s as skilled as he is cocky, a lethal combination.
The others watch. Yassir, Kade, and Emilio are on their feet, forming a loose semicircle around the log, their eyes glued to the action in front of them. And when I look over my shoulder, I see Buck is still there, too.
He hasn’t left. He’s standing at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed over his chest, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He’swatching. Watching Diego fuck me instead of dragging us all back to camp like he said he would.
Maybe it was an idle threat. Maybe he’s enjoying the show more than he’s letting on. There’s a definite bulge in the front of his pants, and it seems to be getting bigger the harder Diego fucks me.
That’s when I decide to put a little gasoline on this fire. There’s nothing more potent than a man fighting himself. And I have nothing left to lose anyway.
“Hey, Buck,” I pant, pushing back against Diego’s thrusts, looking right at him. “Sure you don’t want some of this?”
His nostrils flare. The muscle in his jaw works overtime. But he doesn’t leave. He stays rooted to the spot, his eyes locked on the place where my body swallows Diego’s cock.
“He’s got a mouth on him, huh?” Diego grunts, smacking my ass. “Don’t worry, Buck. I’ll fuck that sass right out of him.” He picks up the pace, really pounding into me, making me yelp with every deep thrust.
It just makes me bolder.
“Or you could use your cock to shut me up,” I gasp, my words coming in bursts timed to Diego’s rhythm.
Buck scratches his beard. He takes a step forward, then stops. “What did you just say?”
