Jacking himself, Bobby stiffened his erection and applied some lube to his cock. “Okay, then you’ll get me,” he said with a touch of excitement in his voice.
Tuck started to scoot down for a better view, but Odis put his hand on Tuck’s thigh. “Don’t go anywhere,” Odis said before leaning forward and licking the end of Tuck’s leaking dick. The precome tasted salty and kind of starchy, making Odis think of potato chips.
Bobby reclined on his side and spooned in behind Odis. He positioned his cock. “You ready?”
Odis nodded as he licked Tuck’s dick again. “Oh,” he exclaimed with a moan as Bobby’s dick stretched its way into him. Just like the anal plug, it kept stretching and spreading to that tingling point. “Lord have mercy,” Odis muttered.
Bobby stopped. “Too much?”
“No. Keep going,” Odis almost whined. This felt so different from those silicone things. This was Bobby’s flesh, which felt so alive. The stretching stopped, but the tingles continued as Bobby entered farther and filled him up.
“Odie, you are so tight,” Bobby said as he pushed farther in. He hadn’t topped in so long, he’d nearly forgotten that feeling of the warm fleshy glove engulfing his cock. Bobby slowly slid forward until he was fully inside.
Odis couldn’t believe how incredible this felt. Live flesh, with a heartbeat, buried inside him. When Bobby stopped, he practiced relaxing and tightening his sphincter. “All the way,” Odis said.
“Greedy bitch.” Bobby chuckled. “I’m in to the balls already,” he said, shifting and giving one final nudge up against Odis’s butt.
Just from watching Bobby and having Odis lick his prick, Tuck felt near an orgasmic climax. “You guys are so fuckin’ hot.”
“We are?” Odis asked as he leaned forward a bit more and slurped in the head of Tuck’s dick.
“Fuck yeah,” Tuck muttered.
Odis pulled back from Tuck’s dick and tried to glance around at Bobby. “Well?” he asked, wondering why he wasn’t moving.
“Give me a minute,” Bobby said softly. “Or this is gonna end real fast.”
Odis chuckled, feeling Bobby’s hug tighten as he did so. “Now ya know how I felt the other night.”
“Hush,” Bobby said. He used only his hips to pull out about an inch and slip back in. “Better?”
“Oh,” Odis said under his breath. “Holy fuck, yes.”
Odis was too distracted to keep working on Tuck’s prick, but strangely, Tuck didn’t feel at all neglected. Just watching those pleasured expressions on Odis’s face as Bobby impaled him was enough satisfaction. “Gods afire,” he muttered.
Feeling Bobby move out again, Odis relaxed. He clamped down his sphincter when Bobby changed direction and slid back in.
“Shit, Odie,” Bobby hissed. “So fuckin’ tight.” A little faster this time, Bobby slid out and back in again.
Bobby’s dick inside him felt so wonderful all on its own, but it seemed there was something missing. As Bobby moved again, Odis asked, “What about that G-spot thing?”
“You ready for that?” Bobby asked rhetorically as he adjusted his angle to push his cock farther forward and slid out about four inches. He pushed forward and in, but Odis didn’t really respond. Bobby slid out a bit farther and tried again. He knew he found it that time from the strangled moan that escaped Odis’s throat.
“Oh fuck,” Odis muttered as his dick jumped. It had been at about half-mast, but that little maneuver woke it up.
“Like that?” Bobby asked as he pushed forward again.
“Oh yes.”
Tuck scooted down to Odis’s hard and pulsing prick and stroked it lightly.
Odis looked down at him. “Don’t make me come yet.”
Tuck frowned. “Why not?”
“Because you’re next, bonehead,” Odis said with a chuckle.
Bobby stopped moving. “You want him too?”
Odis nodded.
“Okay, then, slow down, stud,” Tuck said as he climbed off the bed. He retrieved something from the toy drawer and returned to the bed. He lubed up a bright-orange anal plug and inserted it into himself.
Odis shook his head. “No, I want you to fuck me,” he told Tuck.
“I get it,” Tuck answered. “But while I do that, Bobby can take me.”
“Oh,” Odis muttered as Bobby adjusted the angle again. “Shit,” Odis spat in frustration when he realized they would be behind him.
“What?” Bobby asked and stopped moving.
“Nothing, really. I just won’t be able to see it. We need some mirrors or somethin’ in here.”
Tuck chuckled in agreement. “Yeah, that would be hot, wouldn’t it?”
“If we’re changing out, better do it now,” Bobby said as he withdrew himself from Odis. He scooted farther over on the bed, making room for Tuck to get between them.
After lubing himself up, Tuck hugged in behind Odis and kissed his ear. “You are so fuckin’ hot. I don’t think this will take very long.” He positioned his prick and entered Odis. He’d been prepared to move slow, but Odis opened up and more than half of him slid in with the first push. “Fuck, Odie,” Tuck said with a chuckle. “You are a greedy bitch.”
Odis chuckled. “Lots of years to make up for, I guess.”
Tuck bit his lip as the sphincter around his prick clenched with spasms while Odis laughed. He was already so close to the edge, he could feel his prick start the final swelling before ejaculation. Tuck pushed farther in.
“Oh, holy fuckin’ shit,” Odis muttered with a moan. Tuck’s flesh was even more of a presence than Bobby’s. He worked on relaxing, wanting it all.
Tuck pushed all the way in, then brought his knees up behind Odis’s, creating a sort of fetal spoon. He reached back and popped the plug from his butt like a cork. He waited while Bobby lubed up and got behind him. Tuck had fantasized about this sort of thing but had never actually experienced it before. He felt himself agreeing with Odis. They definitely needed some mirrors so he could appreciate the full view.
Bobby got behind Tuck and pushed into him. He nearly gasped at the feeling. Odis had been like a warm glove, but Tuck surrounded him like a hot, tight fist. Bobby had to fight a climax just from pushing inside. He gave his all and then hugged behind Tuck.
No man said a word for a moment. They enjoyed the feeling of each other’s bodies. Tuck finally asked, “How do we do this?”
Bobby adjusted and scooted back a little. “I guess you’ll have to be the one to move, mostly.”
Tuck nodded and then slowly pulled out of Odis, moving back onto Bobby as he did so. “Oh shit,” he said. He pulled away from Bobby and leaned forward into Odis again. “Oh shit. I can’t even describe this,” he told them. “But it’s not working very well. I don’t think either of you is really getting serviced right.”
Bobby withdrew. “Then maybe you should take care of Odis. Then I can come back while you’re still in him.”
“Sound good to you?” Tuck asked into Odis’s ear.
“Whatever works,” Odis agreed.
Tuck scooted back and adjusted his angle, then drove more firmly into Odis.
Feeling shivers in his groin from the new angle of Tuck’s dick, Odis moaned and muttered, “Holy Christ.” Tuck’s dick felt so different from Bobby’s. Another movement and Tuck bumped into his prostate again. Odis felt a strange tingling in his balls as Tuck hit against the gland once more, causing his dick to swell so hard, his head emerged from within its foreskin sheath.
Increasing the pace, Tuck angled more toward the back for some faster thrusts, then moved forward again, hitting at the gland twice in quick succession. The bumps set Odis’s groin into climax, and he nearly screamed as Tuck bumped the gland again as his body started pumping the semen forward. It felt as if Odis’s orgasm started at his navel and traveled quickly downward inside. His dick jumped again from another prostate poke. “Jesus, I’m fuckin’ coming,” he managed to squeal out before his dick spurted gobs of ejaculate all over the bedsheets in fron
t of him.
The clenching of Odis’s anal sphincter was all Tuck needed. He withdrew himself until only the head of his prick was inside and let the spasms work him into climax. “Fuck, Odie, I’m so clos—”
He suddenly felt Bobby enter him again, that talented prick of his going right for Tuck’s G-spot. Bobby slammed his spot three times in quick succession, and Tuck yelled out, “Valhalla!” as he exploded inside of Odis, eliciting huge moans from the little man.
He felt Bobby’s prick swell before Bobby moaned out, “Oh shit.”
Bobby came, pulsing and throbbing inside Tuck before falling on top of his back. With his own knees weak, Tuck nearly collapsed onto Odis, but he managed to kind of roll sideways a little and fall onto the bed.
The three men lay silently on the bed a few minutes, panting and breathing heavily from their physical efforts. Tuck finally broke the silence. “Can we have some dinner now? I’m still starving.”
Odis chuckled as he rolled over. “Geez, Tuck, you blow my mind with the best sex I have ever had, and all you want is food?”
“Hey, I’ve been on that hospital shit they called food for two days. I need some fried chicken.”
Bobby nodded as he sat up. “Fried chicken sounds damn good to me. With lots of those home-style french fries.”
“And some okra too,” Odis added. He glanced over at the sweat glistening on Tuck. “But we need showers first. And we ain’t all three gonna fit in yer little excuse for a tub.”
“Oh, definitely not,” Tuck agreed.
“How about,” Odis suggested, “Bobby hop in first, then he can run get the food while we clean up?”
Tuck looked over at Bobby. “You know where it is?”
Bobby crawled off the bed. “Yeah, went for chicken the other day,” he said over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom.
Chapter 29
THE next morning, Tuck and Bobby barely made it to the airport in time for their flight.
They settled into their seats on the left side of the smaller plane. Bobby took the one near the window and Tuck sat by the aisle.
As he stuck his duffel under the chair, Bobby glanced over and noticed Tuck looked a little pale. “You ever flown before?”
Tuck plastered on a fake smile. “Sure, once.”
Eyeing him as Tuck tightly clutched the armrest with his left hand and held his casted right hand close to his chest, Bobby asked, “And?”
“I was just a dumb kid. I’m sure the excitement was what made me throw up.”
“Wonderful,” Bobby muttered sarcastically. “Just once?”
Tuck shook his head. “Twice. Once at takeoff, then again later.”
Bobby pried Tuck’s hand from the armrest and surrounded it with his fingers. “Look at me, Tuck,” he said. “Take a deep breath.” He glanced over at the little pocket in the back of the seat ahead of them, relieved when he saw the top of a sickness bag sticking out from behind the magazine. Hopefully they wouldn’t need it.
Tuck turned and inhaled sharply.
“Just look right at me. You’re getting yourself so worked up, you’re gonna blow a gasket or something. Slow deep breath.” Bobby took in a breath, watching as Tuck copied him. “Look right in my eyes and tell me a story.”
“Story?”
Bobby nodded as he slowly exhaled. “Yes, a story. Tell me about your first day at the academy.”
Tuck winced. “Let’s not go there right now.”
“Okay, okay.” Bobby inhaled deeply and Tuck copied him. “Then something happy. Tell me about your first time. You haven’t told me that story yet.”
“First time?” Tuck asked quizzically. “Oh, you mean sex?”
Bobby nodded as he exhaled.
Tuck relaxed a bit as he also exhaled.
With relief, Bobby watched some color return to Tuck’s face.
Tuck glanced around the plane, but none of the other passengers seemed to be paying any attention to them. With a lowered voice, he asked, “You mean, the first-first time, or the first real time?”
Bobby didn’t understand the difference, but he wanted to keep Tuck talking as long as possible. “Tell me both,” he said with a warm smile as he reached over and closed the little shade over the window.
“Okay.” Tuck nodded as he exhaled slowly. “The first-first time, I was thirteen.”
Bobby squeezed Tuck’s hand to keep his attention as the stewardess stood at the front and began announcing the safety protocols. They felt the plane jolt slightly as it started to move. “Keep those green eyes looking at me and go on,” Bobby said with warm encouragement.
Tuck took a few breaths. “I’d seen Wally eyeing me. He was in my class but fourteen. He seemed older and so much more mature….” Tuck took another breath. “Anyway, I invited him along to go dirt biking. We ended up in the woods. And the subject of masturbation came up.” Tuck grinned as he remembered. “Before I knew it, we both had our pants open, jacking away. He seemed very hesitant when I touched him, but he still got into the idea. Wally touched me briefly, and I decided to taste him. I bent down and barely had him in mouth when he squealed and pulled away, coming all over me.” Tuck frowned.
“What happened after that? Did he reciprocate?” Bobby asked with an encouraging hand squeeze.
“No. He zipped up, hopped on his bike, and took off. He wouldn’t even look me in the eye after that.”
“Bastard,” Bobby replied as the plane rolled farther from the gate. He felt Tuck’s grasp tighten. “And what about the other one?”
Tuck smiled wistfully. “Oh, that was the second time I went to Amarillo. I’d barely had enough courage to walk into a gay club the first time I visited. That second time, I actually made it up to the bar and ordered a beer.”
“I never imagined you being so unsure,” Bobby said as he felt the plane turning onto the runway.
Tuck shook his head. “Wasn’t unsure. I knew I was gay, knew what I wanted, but I’d already started the academy and was so worried about being outed.”
“So you got a beer. Then what?” Bobby asked when Tuck clenched his hand while the plane began accelerating.
Tuck took a deep breath, gazing into Bobby’s eyes and trying to ignore the plane’s movements. “I got the beer and kinda scoped the place out. I was kinda cruising this studly guy sitting by the pool table, but he hardly gave me a once-over before ignoring me.”
As the plane left the ground, Tuck started going pale. Bobby started massaging Tuck’s hand between his palms and asked, “Then what?”
“This skinny guy came over and said hi to me. He was kinda cute, but not the type of guy I would’a chased after. Me and Dale talked over beers for almost two hours, and I kinda warmed up ta him.”
Happy to see Tuck looking more composed, Bobby smiled. “See there? Nothing to be nervous about. We’re already airborne.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“So what happened with Dale?”
“Oh, he asked me if I wanted to leave, so I followed him out to his truck. And we made out there for a while. He was my first kiss, if ya don’t count Odie.”
“What? You’d kissed Odie? When?”
“High school prom. Just a quick peck on the lips, but he was too drunk to really remember it.”
“Oh,” Bobby said with a chuckle. “I’ll hafta rib him about that.” He let go of Tuck’s hand. “So you and Dale just made out?”
“For a while. Then he invited me to his apartment.”
“Did he know? That it was your first time?”
“I didn’t tell him at first. But once we got to his place, I started gettin’ nervous, and he noticed. So I told him.” Tuck hesitated.
“Did he get off on that?”
“No. In fact, he almost kicked me out. He said my first time shouldn’t be just a hookup.”
“Wow, kind of a gentleman, then.”
Tuck nodded. “Yeah. So I told him ’bout my situation and how it kinda limits my opportunities, and managed to reassure him. And w
e eventually ended up in his bed.”
“Then what?”
“I actually met up with him a few more times until he called it off. Said he didn’t like the long-distance thing.”
“Oh, that sucks.”
Tuck nodded. “But he had a point. I wasn’t exactly available. I was still fightin’ to keep it all on the down-low, and it wasn’t really fair to him.”
Bobby patted his hand. “You okay now?”
“That was a fuckin’ long time ago. And there weren’t really any hurt feelings.”
“No, I mean about flying.”
Tuck wobbled his head. “Oh. Still tryin’ not to think about it. But yeah, not nauseous or anything.”
“Good.”
Tuck settled back into his seat. When the steward came by with the drink cart, both men just got soft drinks. Looking over at Tuck, Bobby commented, “I’m surprised. I figured you would go for some alcohol.”
“No, I’m actually good now, I think. You’re so calm and easy to talk to. It’s part of what I love about you.”
Bobby nearly choked on his gulp of soda before breaking into a wide grin. He gazed over at Tuck. “Bastard,” he said.
“What?”
“You tell me you love me for the first time while we’re in a plane full of people. And I can’t even kiss you or anything.”
Tuck gazed over at Bobby, then smiled and leaned down. “Fuck it,” he said as he kissed Bobby’s lips.
Bobby shared the sparking kiss very briefly before pulling back. “Let’s not make a scene,” he said with a sigh.
“Okay,” Tuck agreed as he settled back into his seat. “How long is this flight?”
Bobby took his hand. “Quit thinking about it. Just take a nap.”
Tuck doubted he could sleep, but he closed his eyes and nestled into the chair. It had been a long and pleasantly tiring night. Maybe he could doze for a minute or two.
A BIT later, when Bobby continued feeling the vacuumous pressure in his ears that refused to clear, he pulled out his duffel bag and dug around inside for a pack of gum. While searching, he stumbled across the printout note Odis must have stuck inside. He pulled out the note and the gum.
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