Cleats in Clay

by Jackson Cordd

  Shaking his head, Bobby whispered, “Guess we’ll just hafta go real slow and wing it.”

  As Tuck nodded, Odis called out, “What’s all that whisperin’ for?”

  Tuck crawled back onto the bed. “Just comin’ up with a game plan,” he said as he sat above Odis’s head.

  “Now’s not the time for any fuckin’ surprises,” Odis scolded as he propped himself up on his elbow.

  Bobby scooted up behind Odis’s butt. “Just relax and trust us. You do trust us, right?”

  Odis smirked. “I’m beginnin’ to wonder, when ya ask questions like that.”

  Bobby picked up the T-shirt, adjusting it so that only the first two small beads of the Ben Wa stick were visible. He held it over for Odis to see. “We’re gonna start out real small.”

  Odis eyed the iridescent robin’s-egg blue of the beaded stick. “And it won’t hurt?” he asked. Now that he had time to think about it and recalled the size of the men beside him, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

  Tuck leaned down but had to readjust when the pressure on his side bruise complained. He kissed Odis with brief sparks. “It didn’t hurt when I used the vibrator, did it?”

  “No, that was just—weird.”

  “I promise,” Bobby said, “as long as you relax and follow directions, this won’t hurt. It might feel kind of awkward and strange sometimes, but it’ll be pleasure too.”

  “Okay,” Odis agreed with a nod and lay back down. “I trust you.”

  While Tuck positioned Odis’s knees up toward his stomach, Bobby dropped the T-shirt and applied some lubricant to the end of the stick, keeping it behind Odis’s back. He slowly teased Odis’s anus with the small end. “Now just relax. Your first instinct will probably be to clamp down and fight it, so just resist that urge. Try to open up to it.”

  “Okay,” Odis said. “Let’s do it, then.”

  Tuck leaned closer and rubbed Odis’s neck. “Close your eyes. Just feel it.”

  Closing his eyes, Odis tried to concentrate on the rubbing sensations near his opening. It did feel nice, much more pleasant than he had expected. When he felt more pressure, Odis relaxed and allowed the bead to penetrate. The tiny bit of sensation as the bead slipped in didn’t hurt at all. He tried to appreciate the strangeness.

  Tuck moved his hand up to Odis’s cheek. “Yer smiling.”

  “I am?” Odis asked as he looked up.

  “Close your eyes,” Tuck urged as he rubbed at Odis’s forehead.

  He felt Bobby move the stick around a little. “Number two,” Bobby said as he slid in the second bead. While Odis felt a tiny stretch, he thought he must be more sensitive to the sensation now—he could actually feel every bit of movement as the bead popped onto the other side of the muscular ring. It felt nice.

  Bobby moved the stick around inside him a little. “How is it so far?”

  “Nice. Weird. Feels like I hafta pass gas.”

  Tuck chuckled.

  Odis was slightly surprised when Bobby reversed direction and slowly pulled the bead out. He felt the stretch of the firm bead. Now that he knew what to expect, he relaxed further, and it seemed to heighten the pleasure even more.

  Bobby squirted more lube onto the second and third bead. “Okay, going back in.”

  Odis kept his eyes closed and concentrated on the feelings of stretch and movement. “It’s good, by the way, since ya didn’t ask.”

  Tuck chuckled again. “With that grin on yer face, didn’t think I had to ask.”

  “Oh. Oooh,” Odis replied, his tone changing as the third bead entered. This one felt so much bigger as his sphincter stretched wider to accommodate it. He opened his eyes in surprise.

  “Eyes closed,” Tuck said as he rubbed Odis’s shoulders again.

  The muscle closed, trapping the bead in as Odis took a deep breath. This definitely led to a strange, more “full” sensation. When Bobby wriggled the stick inside, Odis thought he felt the tiniest something as the end of it brushed the interior wall of the colon. The awkwardness of the sensation must have shown on his face, because Bobby asked, “Keep going?”

  “Yes,” Odis said with a nod. “It’s just weird and different.”

  Reversing direction again, Bobby slowly pulled out the third bead. Odis let out a tiny moan as it stretched his hole and slid out. Odis clamped his jaw closed. He wasn’t gonna let himself get carried away like some silly girl. No need to get all vocal over having a piece of rubber stuck up his butt.

  Bobby lubed the third and fourth beads, then inserted the stick again.

  Odis concentrated on relaxing as the third bead penetrated and stretched again. Another moan slipped out. Bobby wriggled the stick a little. “Four,” he announced as he advanced the stick farther in.

  This time, Odis felt the stretch again, and it kept stretching to the point that he felt a little tingle in the muscle as the new larger bead moved inside. He clamped his jaw and inhaled, forcing himself to be quiet.

  Bobby wriggled the stick a little. “You okay?”

  Odis nodded, fighting another moan as the end of the stick brushed the colon’s interior wall, and he felt a stronger sensation of something, almost like he had to pee. “Enjoying,” he finally managed to say without moaning.

  After slathering more lube onto the exposed stick, Bobby wiggled it again and announced, “Five.”

  Odis worked on relaxing as the bead pushed its way in. This one seemed so much bigger, the widening leading to even more of that warm tingle before the muscle closed around the other side of the globe shape. He tried to fight the sound, but another moan escaped.

  Tuck glanced over at Bobby. “Just rest a minute,” Tuck said as he rubbed Odis’s forehead. “Breathe a little.”

  “I’m okay,” Odis said.

  Bobby wiggled the stick again. This time, when the tip brushed against the colon wall, the sensation felt even stranger. Not in a bad way, just very different from anything Odis had ever felt before. Bobby rotated the stick more. The pressure of the foreign object on his interior wall was kind of odd. Odis stayed silent. He couldn’t think of any words to describe the sensation.

  “Ready for another?” Bobby asked.

  Odis nodded. “How big is this stick?” he asked.

  Tuck rubbed his cheek. “A couple more beads, if ya want more.”

  “Yes. Want more.”

  “Okay,” Bobby said as he slathered lube onto the next bead. “Six.”

  Odis felt the familiar stretch that continued. The warmth heightened as the larger bead opened the muscle a little more, then the muscle slipped over the end of the globe, and the bead nearly plunged inside. “Oh,” Odis moaned unexpectedly at the feeling of having even more inside him.

  Bobby paused before wiggling the stick again, watching Odis’s face as it squirreled up into a weird expression. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” Odis said with a nod. “This. It’s just—” Odis still couldn’t think of any words to describe it. Bobby maneuvered the beads, and he felt that intense pressure on the front side of his colon that made his dick jump again. “It’s—” He felt Tuck lean down and kiss him, fireworks nearly exploding in his gut as Bobby continued.

  Odis opened his mouth to Tuck’s kiss and tasted the whiskey on his gently probing tongue as he heard Bobby say, “Seven.”

  As another moan escaped into Tuck’s mouth, Odis felt himself open further, those sensations growing more enjoyable with the familiarity. This bead felt even bigger, cranking up the signals from his nerve endings as his hole spread wider to accommodate it. He reflectively pulled his knees up, moving into more of a fetal position as he opened himself to accept it. The bead seemed to slip inside with an audible sound as Odis moaned again. Tuck’s kiss grew more fervent at the sounds of Odis’s pleasure.

  The stick wriggled again inside him, but the sensations inside weren’t quite the same, not intense like before. Odis pulled away from Tuck. “I think it’s too far in,” he said.

  “Hurts?” Bobby asked.
/>   “No, just not the same… oomph it had before,” Odis tried to explain.

  “Prob’ly past the G-spot.” Tuck replied. “Ya wanna stop?”

  Odis paused, not thinking of a reason to end this. “How many more?” he asked as he turned and glanced over at Bobby.

  “Three,” Bobby said. “But you’ve done great for your first time. We can stop if you want.”

  “No,” Odis said. “I wanna go for it all. It’s—almost addictive.” He let out a strange chuckle.

  Tuck grinned down and kissed Odis again as Bobby applied more lube and announced, “Eight.”

  Odis closed his eyes as the new bead pushed against his hole. This one definitely felt larger, but he relaxed and accepted it, feeling those new sensations as it slowly slid farther inside. With a moan, he pushed down, enjoying the movement as he pulled the bead inside himself. “Fuck,” he muttered with another moan. “That’s so—”

  Bobby added more lube to the stick. “Nine,” he said with a grin as pushed the Ben Wa stick forward. He watched Odis, seeing that same look of lost bliss that had covered his face when Bobby gave him the blow job days before.

  Odis pushed down. Bobby was moving the stick so slowly, and he wanted that sparkly feeling now. This wider bead brought out even more intensity as it stretched open his hole. “Fuck,” he moaned again as the bead, which felt like a golf ball, slipped inside. “Incredible,” he managed to say as the residual warmth danced in his sphincter.

  “Last one,” Bobby said as he started to push.

  Odis couldn’t wait. He rose on his elbows and pushed down onto the stick. “Fu—” he moaned as his opening stretched even wider, sparking with wild intensity as what felt like a tennis ball opened him up and slipped inside. He nestled back down with his eyes closed, just enjoying the residual pulses and that feeling of fullness from the foreign object inside him. “Shit,” he moaned with a wide grin. “If I knew it was like this, I’da bought a dildo years ago.”

  Tuck laughed warmly. “I think we found another bottom.”

  “Looks that way,” Bobby agreed with a chuckle.

  Looking down at Odis, then over at Bobby, Tuck couldn’t help but grin. This was what sex was supposed to be like. Instead of power games or nervous tension or desperation to get off, it should be sharing and fun. Just like this. Sex, for him, hadn’t felt this way in years, probably not since his early twenties, when the world was new and all full of excitement.

  Still wearing the silly grin, Tuck gazed over at Bobby. “Think we need a break now. You want some dinner?” He shifted as if he was getting ready to crawl off the bed.

  Bobby grinned back. “Hm, need to think on that a minute.”

  “Hey, boneheads,” Odis yelled. “What about me? Still have a stick up my butt.”

  Tuck and Bobby both laughed. Tuck smiled down at him. “I’m not even gonna take the bait on that one. Way too easy.”

  “Actually,” Bobby said when he stopped laughing, “you can do the extraction yourself, Odie. You can either reach back and pull it out, or you could try to expel each bead one at a time and practice some refined muscle control.”

  “Expel?” Odis asked.

  Tuck chuckled again. “Basically, just poop it out.”

  “Oh,” Odis said, feeling utterly stupid when he realized how easy that would be.

  “Or,” Bobby offered, “I could pull it out for you.”

  Odis shook his head. “No, let me try expelling it myself,” he said, thinking “expel” was a much nicer word than “poop.” He closed his eyes, relaxed his sphincter, and pushed with his rectal muscles. The bead caused the now familiar stretching and tingling as it emerged past the muscular ring and suddenly popped out. Odis quickly clamped down again before the next bead escaped.

  “Keep going,” Tuck urged.

  Odis did the next few beads the same way, but the warmth lessened each time as the beads reduced in size. He didn’t have enough control at the end and the last three beads all expelled at once. “Oops,” Odis said in an almost defeated tone.

  “That was great,” Bobby complimented him. “It takes a lot of practice to control the really small ones, so don’t feel bad.”

  Odis sat up and grabbed the stick, actually seeing the beads for the first time. “That’s all?” he wondered aloud. “That last one felt like a tennis ball.”

  Bobby and Tuck laughed. “No,” Bobby said. “Lots of sensitive nerves down there make things feel bigger than they really are.”

  “Yeah,” Tuck agreed. “If ya did do a tennis ball, it would feel like a watermelon.”

  Odis stared over at Tuck quizzically. “You did a tennis ball?”

  Tuck smiled and shrugged.

  Tuck crawled to the end of the bed. “You guys ready for that dinner now?”

  “Hey,” Odis nearly yelled, “we just got started here, I hope. Don’t go runnin’ off now.” The pleasure he felt from the stick left him itching for more. He wanted the real thing now.

  Tuck frowned. “That’s not enough?”

  “I thought,” Odis said with a smirk, “one of you men was gonna screw me, but now I’m wonderin’….”

  “Hey,” Bobby called back defensively.

  Tuck bristled. “That’s a cheap blow. And not the way to get on my good side.”

  Odis huffed under his breath. “Well, wasn’t this just supposed to be a warm-up?”

  “Okay,” Tuck said with his hands up in defeat. “Decide who ya want.”

  Odis looked from Tuck to Bobby. “Bobby’s smaller. Maybe start with him.”

  Tuck crawled off the bed and retrieved a small hand towel from the top drawer of the nightstand. He handed the towel to Odis to clean up the Ben Wa stick before continuing to the living room.

  Bobby went to the nightstand and checked the toy drawer. “Maybe one more stretching first?”

  “Okay,” Odis said with a resigned sigh.

  Tuck brought back the bottle of Garrison Brothers whiskey and their glasses. He poured a couple of fingers in each glass and handed them around before leaving the bottle on the nightstand. “Liquid courage,” he said in a half-assed toast.

  Bobby downed his glass and set it on the nightstand before he got one of the larger anal plugs from the drawer. “If you can handle this first, then okay.”

  Odis eyed the purple silicone plug that started with a small taper but widened to nearly the size of a golf ball at its largest point. “That’s not bad,” he said, nodding and taking another sip of his glass. “I don’t understand why ya guys are bein’ so reluctant.”

  “’Cause,” Tuck said as he finished his glass and climbed back onto the bed, “we don’t wanna hurt ya, bonehead.” He looked over at Bobby. “We’ll stop anytime you say. You don’t hafta do this to prove something.”

  Shaking his head, Odis reclined onto his side. “Not tryin’ to prove anything. I just want to feel yer dicks in me.” He pulled his knees up. “So let’s get on with it.”

  Chapter 28

  AFTER being very liberal with the lube, Bobby inserted the end of the anal plug just inside Odis. Odis closed his eyes and enjoyed that sensation of stretching again. As Bobby pushed it in farther, the warmth joined the stretch, almost making Odis sigh in pleasure. More widening led to more intense pulsing. It felt like his sphincter was open to the same point as that last Ben Wa bead, and a tiny moan escaped him.

  After a brief hesitation to wriggle the plug a little, Bobby gently pushed it in farther.

  Tuck felt another boner growing as he watched Odis. That look of slackened bliss on Odis’s face and the tiny little moans he made quickly had Tuck solidly hard and leaking. This scene really turned him on, which surprised Tuck a little. He’d never thought of himself as a voyeur. He reached down and stroked Odis’s cheek. “You really like this,” he said in an almost teasing tone.

  Odis nodded. This plug feels nice, but it also feels—what? Odis struggled in his mind for the word. Inanimate was the word that finally surfaced. It feels dead and unyieldin
g. That thought made Odis even more determined for the feeling of live flesh.

  As more spreading continued, the nerve signals intensified further, then changed into something less pleasant. Tuck must have seen something on his face, because Odis heard his voice aimed at Bobby, saying, “Hold on.” The plug stopped moving.

  Tuck stroked his cheek again. “Hurt?”

  “No,” Odis told him. “Just kinda—uncomfortable.”

  “Take a breath,” Tuck said.

  Odis inhaled, feeling Bobby remove the plug a little, then wriggle it a bit. Odis opened his eyes and looked up at Tuck. “How much more?”

  “Almost there,” Bobby answered. “A quarter inch more, about.”

  Tuck gazed down at Odis and stroked his jaw. He didn’t bother to ask if Odis wanted to stop, because Tuck saw that look of determination in his brow.

  Odis closed his eyes again when the tingles lessened, and nodded. “Okay,” he said as he concentrated on relaxing his sphincter.

  Bobby squirted a little lube onto the plug, then twirled it around to spread it evenly before pushing in slowly again. Odis felt the stretch and very intense tingles, but they didn’t pass the point of pleasure this time. The movement paused, then resumed, opening the sphincter even more and more. If Odis hadn’t seen the plug beforehand, he’d have sworn it was as big as a grapefruit. The nerve signals intensified again, growing into a sharp prickly sensation before the plug seemed to suddenly leap forward as his sphincter closed around the end of the bulge.

  “Oh my God,” Odis said with a moan.

  Bobby leaned down and shared a warm kiss with Odis before saying, “Now, see if you can expel it.”

  Odis relaxed and bore down, but the plug seemed to be firmly planted. He couldn’t get it to move.

  Seeing the frustration on Odis’s face, Tuck leaned down. “It’s okay.” He looked over to Bobby. “Help him with it.”

  Bobby took hold of the large, circular flange bottom of the plug and slowly pulled. The plug popped out, leaving Odis feeling suddenly empty. “I want you now, stud,” Odis told him.