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Dreaming away

Seeing Adam’s father might have had some effects on Noah

The weather was lovely. No clouds, barely any wind to lift the sand, the sea at rest. Children were silent around, and the parents were barely noisy. The searing heat from the sun was perfect for the Cobra’s chestnut scales, making them heat up at the ideal temperature for the Snake, who enjoyed it. His tongue was out and flicking, sampling the faint smell of salt and the sea.

Then, as he was about to turn on the towel, to go toast on the other side, a firm hand landed on his back. Firm, but whose contact was soft on the scales, like tiny caresses expanding onwards, feathers.

“Is that you, Adam?” mumbled the Cobra, opening one eye. But the heat and light were too much for his blue eyes to bear for a second, so he gave up and sighed, allowing the hands to keep stroking.

The fingers danced on the scales, rubbing something rather lukewarm. A bit cold, yep. But not to the point of pulling Noah away. Hence, he groaned, his feet kicking the sand.

A perfect reaction when that scratched need was right between his collarbones. And the pleasure? The satisfaction?

Noah sighed, hiding his muzzle inside his arms.

He exhaled, the towel underneath him, the sun blazing above. And his boyfriend is applying some cream on his back in an almost divine way. And he sighed again, daring a gaze beyond the arms’ comfort. Sand around, on the beach. The sky as blue as it was deep. The sea somewhere, but Noah shook his head.

“It was so much fun. The aquarium, the museum… The diner,” thought Noah, his voice reduced to a purr while his body was entirely relaxed. He was almost in a nest, nestled by the sensation of heat and the bolstering fabric. Of a distant whirr, he couldn’t put his fingers on.

“Yes. It was better than I expected. I wish we could have stayed together with them.”

Jackson and Gigi. What an odd couple that was.

When they landed at Palm Beach, the two were there, holding a typical sign with Adam and Noah written on it. Gigi was holding it while Jackson was further back. A lovely attention from Adam’s stepmother. And what a dame.

“It was sweet they were our guides.”

Gigi Harrison. The tall donkey had been jovial and welcoming Adam, eager to work within his boundaries. And it was with her on the front, in that flashy green dress, they went visited the town. And at the wheels was Jackson.

Jackson and Adam.

So similar. So similar they looked no different except for the pudge, the whitening beak, the aged eyes. So similar that it was only a matter of wearing glasses to make their faces quasi-indistinguishable. Except that Adam walked with a sort of cautious poise, while Jackson was more of the man to stroll around with flip-flops and a fanny pack. What a contrast between the stoic Son and the carefree Father.

“It was very nice. And we didn’t fight as much as I thought.”

Oh, they fought. They squabbled for hours.

On the first day, the two nearly came to blows. Jackson and Adam couldn’t see eye to eye on how bad the relationship with Adam’s mother was. Jackson preferred to forget, Adam to address the issue once and for all.

It took Gigi and Noah some effort to pry the bickering two apart so they could calm themselves. And then, a long discussion at a pizza place.

“You’re almost having a go at your father, Adam,” commented Noah, internally. His tongue flicked while his hands went on his collarbone, his arms, his back, his thighs. All at once. So many caresses. Such a delicate touch.

“Hah! He could have tried, but I am tough!”

Jackson was indeed tough; he looked so. Gigi explained how they were going to the Gym together ever since they spoke about it with Adam. Jackson’s dame had been less pushy and went more for the yoga and stretching, but she was keen on helping and motivating her husband.

Even when he was getting stomped thirteen times consecutively at volleyball. A funny moment, a bit shameful.

“I can always beat you. I am younger and faster.”

“But I’ve got the experience of age, son!”

The hands continued to smear the liquid, massaging until it was absorbed by the warm scales that would’ve sizzled under the sun. But it was good. So good. Especially to have those hands running over his body… Over his backside, touching the soft scales there, caressing them.

Steadily, the snake felt blood drumming inside his chest and being pumped faster there. He smiled, craning his neck and then landing his temple on his wrist, his head turned so he could look at Adam.

His boyfriend, his lover. Someone he couldn’t even dare to live without in those days.

The Bald Eagle was just perfect. Stoic, maybe, but he knew when to smile. And he beamed when Noah looked at him.

“What?” thought the Cobra, chuckling.

“I’m so lucky to have you here.”

“You are part of the family, now,” Jackson nodded.

And Noah’s face turned back, nestled between his arms.

Once the issue with the talk was over, and the two had managed to work out their feelings through swimming, playing, and chatting, the time at Palm Beach became far more bearable.

The outing to the aquarium, where they watched creatures from the abyssal depths… Then, the museum of art and architecture, where Noah gushed over all the details, especially the depictions of all forms of architecture through the centuries.

It ended with another stop at a dinner, where everyone shared their experiences around a burger.

It was then that Gigi and Jackson revealed how they met, by coincidence, as they went to the same tennis court. They had played for hours, with neither wanting to relent until they were drained. And yet, they met again, going from games to dates to fancy parties.

All leading to a discreet marriage at a nearby church. Adam and Noah visited the place, obviously, and the white-painted little church had its charms. As much as the officiating Priest who not only remembered Gigi and Jackson, but was eager to bless them… As well as Adam and Noah.

Something none expected when entering a Church. But it was not so bad to have a chat with a man of faith who wasn’t a bigot and had the best interests.

“Do you think we’ll go back there?” asked Noah, his voice soft.

He was almost somnolent, even though the rubbing and touching were keeping him anchored, aware of what surrounded him. A bit. The faint caress of the fabric on his scales, the hand holding his.

“We could go there again. We would have to save money through the years, but definitely.”

Noah nodded.

The sand was back on his scales, same as the hands stroking his posterior, prying it. And the hot air blown on his asshole, making it feel… Tense. Dildos, toys, and lube were plentiful, but he was still having a hard time taking it inside.

But that time? A feathered finger went in, one soft and stroking finger that stole nothing from Noah but a moan. A heartfelt moan as he closed his eyes, massaged from within by that finger that went further… And further. And further.

He could even feel a second slipping in, making the Cobra sigh in delight. The fingers were stretching his asshole as wide as possible by moving, pushing, teasing.

By going so deep, it was tingling him in a way he had always hoped to see. And his slit opened, he felt it. He felt the twin tip slowly escaping from the musky insides… From the hole that was practically and constantly moist, musky, drippy, if he didn’t care.

But he wasn’t caring. Not when a feathered hand reached for his mouth, pushed underneath his chin to lift it. By then, it was a caress on the lips, on the closed eyelids, on the flaring nostrils. And then, as the scent came… Well, so followed the cocktip. Followed the length that was already hard, thrumming with life, throbbing. And tastefully salty.

Salty as he extended his forked tongue to support it as it was ushered inside his mouth, as he felt the depth of his mouth fill, and then his throat forcefully invaded.

Nevertheless, Noah wasn’t afraid. His nostrils dilated, filling him with the scent of sweat, sand, and old perfume.

An aroma that excited his feeding thrill, making his throat flare with the need and yearning for something more. Most snakes were ashamed to mention it. But Adam had never judged it. He merely noted it… And sometimes, even indulged in playing with it.

It was no different when a firm feathered hand landed on the Cobra’s head, pressing on it… Forcing him to take more… To have more and more inches forced within that sultry mouth until the Cobra was practically forced to take the whole length.

Noah’s throat bulged. His throat ached slightly, too. However, the saliva helped with the friction, just as the natural coating of the throat does. And as those feathered pubes pressed against his nostrils, tickling them inside, Noah sighed and relaxed.

He was forced on that end to take and swallow, to have that musky precum directly pumped within his esophagus and stomach, making it feel strange as it was only liquid.

But on the other side, there was still that hot breath blown on his asshole, the fingers digging against the rim until a third was added, and then a fourth. Four fingers in, and no pain. Nothing but pleasure. But joy for the young Cobra whose hood would’ve outstretched on the moment.

“That’s a good throat.”

“Yes. A reason why I picked him.”

A beak nibbled Noah’s backside, picked at the soft scales. And the fingers? They ventured further and further, outstretched the rim to the point that the warm air around was stroking it. He also shook his posterior, unable to resist.

He had never taken anyone behind before. Anything. It was always Noah who took the lead, since he was the stretchiest of the two and enjoyed it. But this time, Noah was gargling as he felt the beak now nudging at his asshole.

It didn’t even hurt. It was rigid, but it slipped right inside. And made the Cobra’s moan again, his throat thrumming with desire.

“Is everything alright?”

“Mhhm mhmm,” answered Noah, nodding as he felt the pressure of the fabric on his back. Then, against this chest.

The feathered fingers held his throat tight and close, forcing him to keep that large slab of meat deep inside, to make his muscles contract to drag it in, and produce the massage that elicited a squeak. Similar and familiar, but far deeper and marked by age.

“It’s not done yet,” confirmed Adam.

Yet, the beak was inside. Still pushing deeper until the muscles’ natural resistance would force it to stay steady and locked… Until that rim was practically by the beak’s nostrils, dug through the hard surface.

Noah could have laughed at hearing the loud breathing… He laughed. Even if his throat was used.

But before he could keep laughing, the hands relaxed on his face… And the beak pulled free, releasing his hole that still tingled but felt… Good? Numb. But good in a way that made his heart flutter as he was forced to stand up.

The hands guided him, guided his legs, guided the Cobra up on his feet, and sandwiched him between two Bald Eagles.

Behind: the muscles holding him tight. Stoic, like a statuesque athlete, Adam was the support. He was the firm presence whose hands, even firmer, went to stroke the posterior like before, prying it open.

And on the front, there was the pudge, the weight, the paunch belly squeezing the Cobra like between a hammer and an anvil.

Then, with Jackson’s hands descending along the Cobra’s belly, the older Eagle spoke: “You are family. Everyone loves you.”

“Dad. You should share it instead of hogging the meal for yourself.”

“Two Bald Eagles. All for yourself.”

“I told you, they will love you,” continued Adam, his voice a bit less excited than it should be.

But the voice meant less than the actions. Less than the prodding erection pushing against Noah’s posterior, forcing those cheeks apart, and nudging the Cobra’s back-entrance. And far from feeling hot and bothered, Noah smiled.

Smiled as the two continued to speak, their voices eerily high with a harsher tone.

“Show this old Jackson how good you kids fuck.”

“Hehe. We will fuck the wits out of you, old man.”

“Prove that to me, Son. Make me proud of taking a dick.”

Noah was about to think of an answer, but hands reached for his… And Jackson turned away.

His America-themed jockstrap on, there was nothing to cover the old man’s generous posterior. Muscles. Fat. It was different from Adam, but just as tempting as the Snake licked his lips and played with the fabric. It had been a funny joke, a silly gift to Adam. Something to wear on the occasion. The Bald Eagle wore it admirably, showing how snug his genitals were inside it.

It was the same for Jackson when Noah’s hands outstretched, went around the old man’s waist to grab that cock… One cock that was so massive, it was almost half a forearm.

Just the same as Adam’s, squeezing between Noah’s buttcheeks.

“A bit too big?” thought Noah, grinning.

“We are always hung in the family.”

“Yes, always hung. And you are.”

Noah looked down, watching his own twin masts. They were massive, like he had difficulty holding both of them in his hands. They were monsters in their own right, and he was about to use them on Adam’s father, on that hole that… practically winked at him, lubed up.

“Go on! Fuck your step-dad! It’s a ritual in the family!”

“Do it. You want it!”

Noah’s face was burning. But still, he approached the left cock to the entrance and… Just like that, he was inside. And what a hole. What an asshole.

It was like-

“Just like my hole, right? We have the best holes in the family,” cooed Adam in Noah’s ears.

“Yeah! Go on! Take that old man’s asshole!” shouted Jackson in concert, not even bothered to have one enormous cock pushing through his guts.

And so… Noah guided the second tip against those feathered buns, guiding the second organ right to the winking and desiring entrance.

Much like his own. Much like how Noah’s entrance was practically begging Adam to push in.

And he did. With a grunt, the Bald Eagle had that cock pressing against the Cobra’s hole. And with another, he was… Entirely inside. His whole cock was inside the Cobra, making him huff. But at the same time, it didn’t hurt. Not at all.

Not even as he felt the throb against his prostate or his lover’s testicles pressed against his thighs.

The sole sensation was a sensation of fullness, but one version that was far more agreeable and exciting for the moaning Cobra, unable to resist his ‘Father-in-law’’s asshole… And his lover’s cock… or that beak nibbling his neck.

“It’s… Nice,” said Noah, his voice soft and joyful.

“Glad to hear?”

The Cobra sighed again, feeling how wondrous the old Bald Eagle’s asshole was. It was tense, but not excessively so. It was just like Adam’s asshole. Even if Jackson’s belly bulged obscenely.

Nevertheless, Jackson was smiling… And stroking himself through the red, white, and blue jockstrap. He chuckled, too, as he leaned, sandwiching even Noah’s head between the two.

“Go on, son. Fuck your father-in-law good.”

“Yes. Fuck him, good. Fuck him like you fuck me.”

“Oh… Oh fuck.”

The hand holding his was tighter. Way tighter for the Cobra. But instead of making him calmer and softer… It only made his heartbeat faster.

Faster… Faster like the hump inflicted upon his backside by Adam… By the thrusts that were shaking both Adam and Jackson, narrowly making them topple.

But the older man, as fat and aged as he was, endured the hit.

Making it so that it was Noah who took the brunt of the force as he was following the applied thrust. As with each thrust, so followed his hips in going inside the old Bald Eagle.

And when Adam pulled back? So Noah was bound to do the same, gasping as he felt his twin cocks forced through the rim, squeezed through by the tight passage that couldn’t have let the two go inside.

Noah gasped, feeling his insides burn. His groin, particularly. But it wasn’t done. It wasn’t over as he continued to gasp, feeling that orgasm coming to a close.

So close, in fact, he wanted it to stop. And it did.

Father and Son pulled, peeled themselves away from Noah, cock out and asshole free.

Only then to have them be together, to have them join hands as Adam was facing Noah and Jackson behind, nibbling on Noah’s neck.

“You are making me so happy, Noah.”

“We are so proud of you, Noah.”

The excessively burly and aggressive voice by his ear, Noah didn’t even fight when the duo lifted him by passing their feathered hands on his thighs. They lifted him like he weighed nothing. And soon, with their sheer presence, they forced the Cobra to spread his legs. His legs were spread as far as possible…

And yet, the Cobra couldn’t stop comparing to those thighs-wide cocks that were about to penetrate him. They were so hung, Father and Son.

“We’ll show you how a Harrison fuck in the family.”

“Don’t worry… It’ll be perfect.”

“So… So much,” mumbled Noah, his face tensing.

And he was shaken.

Shaken by the thrust of the Father and Son going inside him. By their enormous cocks moving in tandem as they stretched his guts and made them bloat obscenely. Adam was the first to go, since he was his boyfriend. But when he pulled free, it was for Jackson to go in. Both were just as hung… And somehow, the jockstraps were… Gone?

They had jockstraps?

It did not matter, in the end, as Noah was happily massaged from within by those cocks that would be so big, they would have split him in two. Instead, they made him feel great as they rubbed against his prostate. His whole body was blissful, pleased, at the edge of ecstasy…

And he was shaken.

Shaken on the unstable sand and towel, resisting the quakes as those two birds were presenting their back entrance. The damp red, white, and blue jockstraps were barely hiding their erections or low-hanging testicles. The two fabrics were dripping with cum, cum that went on the towel and sand.

Nevertheless, Noah flicked his tongue as he lifted the two sets of nuts. Like oranges, they were begging to be touched, lifted, massaged, rolled.

And he did, giving the two the massages that made them chirp and moan all the same.

“Take me first, Noah!”

“No! Me!”

“I’m his boyfriend!”

“No! I’m the oldest!”

“Fine… Fine!” groaned Noah, shaking his head.

If they wanted him that badly, he would give it to them. One hand on each bird’s posterior, he dug into the fluffy buns, smacked them. He smacked them so hard that the whole beach was shaken by it.

And then, without any further ado… He closed his fists and punched inside the Birds’ assholes.

His boyfriend moaned, his asshole always a source of pleasure for him. But this time, it was extreme in the way he chirped, smiled, and even begged.

“Put your whole arm in me!”

“Yes! Stuff us like turkey!”

The two were shouting in tandem, their voices high and excited. Even their tail feathers were shaking, a vibrant red and brown, just like those of turkeys.

But he was about to stuff them, going as far as having his entire arm into each bird. Even then, he was able to pump each arm and flex it. He was able to pull back, to remove his arms up to the fists… Then to punch back inside with the necessary strength to make them squeak, squawk… And cum on the towel, the American-flag underwear getting so tense they were almost ripping apart.

Then… Just like that, the jockstraps broke and their cocks went free… Went free as he was now on his back.

Somehow, Noah still had his arms inside the two birds and was capable of massaging them from behind. Their holes were going back in return, and the more he flexed, the more he felt like his own cock was getting massaged.

But he couldn’t see. He couldn’t as, on his back, he was forced to endure Jackson and Adam’s cock rubbing against his face. The reddish flesh was rubbing against his face, smearing all that precum over the chestnut scales, over the hood, over the nostrils.

And he gulped.

Somehow, Noah had no other choice but to gulp that precum that kept coming and flowing on his face. He couldn’t stop swallowing it, swallowing that cum that was flowing all over him, over his torso, over his legs. And inside him.

Inside him as someone was fucking him.

And the two cocks were inside his mouth, fucking it.

His arms were still inside… And yet, two beaks were-

“Noah?”

-

Noah reopened his eyes, unable to resist the shaking… The arms wrapped over his shoulders. He opened his eyes on the white feathers, the golden eyes, the yellow beak… On that face, he had grown to appreciate. A familiar face. One so familiar, the Cobra could only blink as he looked around.

Blue cushioned chairs, white walls, wide viewports… And… Well, back to Adam.

“Adam? Was… uh… We’re not at the beach?” groaned Noah, massaging his head. And looking around.

The plane was almost empty, though some people were glancing at them. Then, Noah returned to Adam, watching his boyfriend’s curious expression. Then reddened and a bit flustered when Adam’s eyes descended for a second.

And… Well, so followed Noah before he hissed.

“Fuck me dead,” the Cobra groaned, watching the double tent and the damp spots at each tip.

“You were having a good dream?”

Noah frowned… Then. He stood up quickly.

He ran almost to where the toilets would be, and… luckily enough, nobody was inside them when Noah entered.

Instantly, his first reflex was for the sink, to splash his face with water before he grumbled and looked down at his pants. The front was a mess, but worse was his underwear as he pulled on the pants down to reveal his white jockstrap was… Truly messy. The whole front was darkened with precum, and Noah felt ashamed to have had such a…

Knock knock

“Busy here, mate!”

“Even for me?”

Noah froze for a second… Then groaned as he reached for the door lock to unlock it. As soon as he did, Adam entered. The Bald Eagle didn’t even check what state the Cobra was in. He entered, closed the door… And was happily hard-pressed against that scales-covered body.

“Good dream?” was the first Bald Eagle’s request when he was with Noah, passing a hand on the Cobra’s shoulders. “Sorry for barging in.”

Well, the apology was a bit late. But the Cobra wasn’t one to be opposed to physical contact, so he shook his head.

“No problem. I didn’t want the others to see it.”

“The mess you made? They must have heard your moans, though.”

“Bloody hell? They heard it?”

“You weren’t exactly discreet,” said Adam, tilting his head a bit. “May I?”

“Yes… Urf. Fuck me with a stick. You can’t be serious.”

“You were loud by the end. It must have been intense, no?”

Adam’s fingers were dancing over Noah’s body. They danced down, went over that shirt, covered with sweat. Then down, down on that partially exposed belly, that exposed waist, that groin… Right to the underwear, Adam pulled down, revealing a waft of musky scent coming right from the fabric.

“Yeah. The… Weird kind.”

“What kind?” asked Adam, his fingers dancing over Noah’s twinned erection. Sure enough, the two cocks were not as hard as the moment the Cobra woke up. But the instant those feathered hands danced on them… And done, they were springing back to life and spurting some precum on the sink’s edge.

“You- You’ll make a bloody mess, Adam. They’ll kick us.”

“From a plane? They might fine us… If they see anything.”

“Any… thing?” asked Noah, at a loss from the sudden burst of desire from his boyfriend. From seeing the stoic Adam going over the toilet, straddling it, before he reached for his pants and bent over while exposing his wondrous ass.

With that pose, and his lower posture, it was no wonder those buns were forced apart, revealing the pinkish hole between them. It was not gaping, not like after a rough session. However, it was definitely slightly open and yearning for Noah.

“F… Fuck me, Adam,” said Noah, surprised.

“You’re not used to it. And it’s not me who has to handle a boner.”

“You… Who taught you to be such a horndog?”

“You, idiot. Now get in before someone knocks at the door.”

“Bloody hell. If he appears at the door to join in-“

“Who?”

“Not… Not your problem.”

Adam raised an eyebrow. But he didn’t pry any further. Instead, he arched his back to expose his plump butthole. To tease and tempt Noah, who, with his twinned erection spraying everything, had no other desire or option but to take Adam.

First was the left cock, the most sensitive.

Noah had it gripped tightly and…. With a growl, he pressed it against the entrance to find it a bit tighter than he dreamed of. But good. Excellent even as he pushed with it, penetrated the entrance until half his length was in… And then, he pulled back, pulled free.

The Bald Eagle almost chirped in petto, but Noah heard and chuckled…

“What’s so funny?” asked Adam, his hands against the white wall.

“N-Nothing. Let’s… Continue,” moaned Noah, unable to resist the appeal any further.

With his hands joined, Noah had his cocks pressed together. It stung a bit, since they were usually pointing in different directions. But he held them tight enough they wouldn’t slip free the moment he pressed them against the back-entrance… And thrust in.

For a moment, the toilet was filled by the sound of Adam’s fist hitting the white wall. And nothing more. Nothing but their hard breaths.

“If they don’t… Kick us.”

“Keep doing it, Noah”, hissed back Adam.

And much obliged, Noah… Kept doing it.

He kept hitting and pumping, though this time there was no hit or punch or smack. Remained then the sound of scaled thighs smacking the feathered ones… Of hips hitting and smacking together… And the united breaths from the two. Breaths that grew higher and higher as Noah’s movements grew in intensity, in need, in desire… Until…

Until….

Until with a cry, Noah came in Adam. Twice the shot.

The Cobra ejaculated from his two cocks, feeling his groin’s burning and aching pain suddenly vanish… Erased by the flow going inside his boyfriend, and the delight he felt about that instant.

He growled, he glowed with joy, he moaned, he hissed… His tongue even flicked the air, tasting the remnants of smell from the previous users. One scent that managed to bring him down to earth as the bliss receded, leaving him washed away… Sore. And practically ashamed as he leaned against Adam’s back, hugging and breathing against it.

“They’ll bloody… Kick us,” whimpered Noah. “My… My perfect records.”

But silence outside. No one even coughed. No one even knocked.

Remained then the hanging question… And a chuckle from Adam.

“Well. Now, you can tell me what that dream was really about?”

“Let me die in my shame, Adam.”