Around me, a chorus of “fuck” and “shit” and “goddamn”. They’re all watching me lose it completely.
Buck growls, a deep, possessive sound, and slams me down on his cock one last time, burying himself to the hilt. He goes still for a second, every muscle rigid. Then he’s shaking, shuddering against me, letting out a roar that sounds torn from his very soul.
Then he starts pumping what feels like a gallon of cum deep inside me. A fifth load. I can feel it, a hot, wet pressure spreading through me, filling me up until I’m overflowing. It mixes with the others, a messy, sloppy cocktail of masculine fluids.
When he’s finally spent, Buck pulls out and carries me over to the log, laying me down on it. I’m sprawled there, legs spread, cum dripping from my wrecked hole, my own cooling on my chest. I’m so exhausted I can barely move. My body is aching, my throat is raw, my ass is on fire.
The other four close in around me, forming a circle. All of them stroking their hard cocks, aimed at my face.
“Open your mouth,” Yassir commands. And I do.
They come almost simultaneously. Hot, sticky ropes of cum hit my face, my tongue, my neck. I don’t even know whose is whose anymore. There’s just heat and the salty taste of men. I’m drenched in it. Covered from head to toe. A cum-soaked, fucked-out mess.
When they’re finished, they step back, breathing hard. They look down at me—at their squadmate, covered in their cum—with a mix of awe and disbelief.
Diego, ever the showman, is the first to speak. “Well, that’s one way to build squad cohesion.” He grins. “I think we should make this a regular training exercise.”
I laugh, a hoarse, breathless sound, and push myself up on my elbows. “I’m not sure I could handle this all that often. It’s harder than any PT Rourke’s ever put us through.”
“Well, you better get used to it,” Yassir says. He nudges my thigh with his boot. “Now that we know what a talented little bottom you are, we’re gonna want to make use of those skills.”
I look from one to the other.
Diego’s got that shit-eating grin plastered on his face, looking like he just discovered his new favorite hobby. Yassir wears a look of smug satisfaction. Kade looks awestruck, like he found his match when it comes to taking it up the ass. And Emilio, my friend who started all this. He winks at me, and I think of that clumsy kiss earlier in the woods. If there’s someone I have to thank for this newfound self, it’s him. I wink back.
Finally, my eyes land on Buck. He’s leaning against a tree, arms crossed, trying to look stoic and untouchable again. But he can’t quite pull it off. His beard is still white with my cum, and there’s a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. The corners of his lips are turned up in the faintest hint of a smile.
When he catches me looking, the smile disappears. He clears his throat. “Alright. Get yourselves cleaned up in that stream. You’re all a fucking mess.” Then he looks at me. “Especially you, Adrian. You’re a biohazard.”
I stand up on shaky legs, a fresh trickle of cum running down my thigh. After fishing my pants out from somewhere in the dirt, I look Buck straight in the eye.
“Thank you,” I say. “For not reporting me. And for… you know.” I glance down at his crotch.
Buck just grunts. “Get moving, soldier. We’ve got another long day tomorrow.”
EPILOGUE
TWO WEEKS LATER
The clearing looks different in the afternoon sun. Less ominous. More like a place for a picnic. Just a small patch of dirt and grass ringed by trees.
“I still can’t believe the sight of Kade bent over this thing,” I say, running my hand over the rough bark of the log. “Begging Yassir to fuck him.”
Emilio’s stretched out on the log, and I’m leaning against it, both of us stripped down to our undershirts. We’ve got two hours before patrol, and everyone else is back at camp resting or cleaning gear.
We’re not supposed to slip away like this, but Buck turns a blind eye these days. And Rourke hasn’t said a word. Apparently, our “team-building exercise” has had a positive effect on our squad’s performance. We’re more in sync. More connected. He’s praised our improved communication and morale. Little does he know the root of all this cohesion is a massive gangbang in the woods.
“I can’t believe you took all five of us in one night,” Emilio says. “And then asked for more the next day.”
I grin. “What can I say? You guys awakened something in me.”
“Something dangerous,” Emilio says. “What happens when we get back to the real world? You’re not gonna have a squad of horny soldiers to keep you satisfied.”
I shrug. “Well, I was hoping you’d help with that. You know, off base.”
Emilio sits up, swinging his legs around so he’s straddling the log, facing me. “What are you saying, Adrian?”
“You know what I’m saying,” I say. “Just because field training ends doesn’t mean this has to stop. Between the two of us, we could be a squad all on our own.” I brush some dirt from his leg. “If you want to, of course.”
