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Thursday night, the night before the closing day of the Grain Agriculture and Manufacturing Expo, or GAM-Ex for short. Executives, marketers, and representatives from dozens of companies gathered to discuss new products, technology, and the future of wheat-based products in food industries. As the evening drew on, conferences were coming to a close and showcases at the exhibition hall were closing up for the night. Most of the attendees had already begun departing for their rooms or local bars to unwind or further discuss business with each other, but some just found after-hours with their coworkers to be somewhat boring. While their sales-oriented associates delved into topics of money and trade, attending television personalities often found themselves drawn to each other to share their experiences being the face of a particular brand or product.

Giving meaning to the old adage, three avian actors had congregated amidst a clamorous restaurant. Cornelius the rooster and Sam the toucan were enjoying a conversation with Sonny the cuckoo before they noticed their coworkers shooting them dirty looks, the latter one working for a company in competition with the others'.

"What on earth is so wrong with us having a little chat?" asked the English-accented toucan, turning to face their onlookers who immediately turned back around upon doing so.

"As long as we're under contract to them, we're their 'property,'" said Cornelius, making quotation gestures with his wings. "Don't like us 'fraternizin' with the enemy' without their permission."

"Everything is so serious to them; last I heard, people still do things without the intent of making money!" said Sonny, resulting in agreement from the other two birds.

"I certainly do not approve of this 'breeze-shooting,' he doesn't even have a chart!" huffed Cornelius with a haughty voice in mockery of the leering executives, drawing laughs from Sonny and Sam.

"My word, don't they know that all their prattle is resulting in a net loss of air? Any more and it must go on the annual shareholders' report!" said Sam with an even thicker accent. Cornelius and Sam guffawed loud enough to turn even more heads in their direction.

"They're probably just making sure we don't stand up and go 'flopping around everywhere.' Did they give you that talk too?" asked Cornelius, looking to his friends.

"Every year." sighed Sam.

"Oh, guess what they told me?" said Sonny, batting the tabletop with a wing. "They said 'No samples for Sonny; you don't want him hooting and hollering, springing around everywhere and landing on someone's face. Then we have a sexual harassment lawsuit.' I'm not THAT bad! ... Am I?" The other two laughed, neither wanting to answer his question so Sam quickly chimed in.

"They asked me to wear pants this year. I told them 'I don't have a single pair in my closet and that's not about to change. If you want me to wear pants, you will give me some,'" said Sam before taking another swig of his drink. "Of course they never did. They may edit our bits out on television, but it's who we are off-camera. I'm not about to begin taking shame in my body just because they don't have as much self-control as we do."

"Amen," said Cornelius, raising his own drink.

"Would you have worn them if they actually gave you some?" asked Sonny.

"I wouldn't even begin to know how to wear the blasted things. I'm not quite made for pants," replied Sam, swirling a finger around the rim of his own empty glass.

"I can wear them, but I just don't..." Sonny's sentence was cut short by a a rather hefty distraction. While they were speaking, Cornelius slid his chair out and stood upright, reaching his wings high in the air and standing on his tip toes to take a long, hard stretch. Doing so, he leaned his midsection outwards, pushing into plain view of the toucan and cuckoo the very subject of their previous conversation. Cornelius's fuzzy scrotum hung heavily from the weight of the two plump orbs inside of it, providing a cushiony rest for the fat slab of flesh fully wrapped in a hood of foreskin in front of it. Walking in public with their genitals in plain sight was nothing new to Sam and Sonny, doing so themselves every day, but Cornelius's demanded their attention for a different reason- they were huge!

Sam paused fingering his glass and Sonny sat still in his chair, both completely silent and wide-eyed in their gaze in between Cornelius's legs. They had seen his genitals in passing before, but never so close or for any longer than a fleeting glance. For a second, Sam and Sonny's eyes briefly turned away and looked at each other, noticing the other was also staring at the rooster's package. Judging by the expression of the other that they both had the exact same thought in mind, they quickly looked back to Cornelius's crotch to get one last glimpse before he opened his eyes and sat back down again.

Sonny had to take a moment to remember what he was saying in order to finish his sentence, but he suddenly had trouble gathering his thoughts. "... want."

"Well, I dunno about you guys, but I'm feelin' we should probably find someplace a little less... suitey, if you know what I mean," said Cornelius as he lifted his glass to eye-level, seeing nothing but a few half-melted ice cubes. Putting it back down, he noticed Sonny and Sam silently staring at him, somewhat dumbfounded like he returned from his stretch wearing a clown wig. "What? There something on my face?"

"Oh, oh, uh, yeah- I mean, no, nothing on your face! I agree, I'm up for heading out," said Sonny as he collected himself. "I've never seen a place so lively yet so boring at the same time!"

"Well, everywhere else is going to be just like this tonight. Where could we go?" asked Cornelius as he pulled his long, bowing tailfeathers out of the way of passing waiters and patrons for maybe the couple-dozenth time.

"We have our own hotel room," said Sam, gesturing to Cornelius and he, "Perhaps we could retire there, if it's not too cramped?"

"That sounds all right, what do you say, Sonny?"

"Fine with me!"

"Then it's settled!" said Sam with a nod, flagging down a waitress.

"Don't worry about it being cramped, I'm very used to it," said Sonny. "Our room had one less bed than we ordered. Guys from regional distribution took 'em, so I'm on the couch. Didn't even ask or anything! Could at least take turns."

"Yeah, and you don't wanna get in a penis-waving contest with 'em either. It always boils down to who makes the most money for the company, and seeing as our contribution can't really be calculated..." Cornelius ended with a shrug before shooting the water left from the ice in his glass. "It's all about who plays ball. Some people do..." At that moment, a crew of spirited businessmen crowded through the restaurant entrance, lead by a towering tiger whose broad-shouldered frame and bright orange fur was a naturally eye-drawing presence.

"Can I get a round of Manhattans for me and my boys? I hear the ones here are grrrrRRRRREAT!" bellowed the tiger, summoning cheers from restaurant goers and staff alike. Cornelius smirked at the perfect timing of the situation.

"And some people don't." Finally, the waitress arrived and Sam turned his large beak up to address her.

"Would you please fetch us some checks, dear?"

"Certainly! Would you like some desserts to go? Tonight's special is our famous Crazy Chocolate Crunch cake!" said the waitress cheerfully. Immediately, Sam and Cornelius's eyes darted toward the cuckoo whose body was already stiff and quivering.

"D-did you say... chocolate... cr-crunch?!" asked Sonny with tightly-restrained excitement, gripping the table as his eyes widened as big as the overhanging light fixture.

"No, no! Uh, we'll just take the checks please!" said Cornelius, patting the shoulder of Sonny who was vibrating in his chair. "And, um, you might wanna be quick, if it's no trouble."

* * *

In the orange glow of the hotel room, the feathered trio gathered by the window overlooking the sprawling, brightly-lit city, Sonny and Cornelius in chairs on opposite sides of a desk and Sam on the edge of the closest bed. Being the tallest of the three, Cornelius's long legs bent higher than his waist while sitting and Sam, being the shortest, swung his feet just above the floor. Meanwhile, Sonny knelt on his chair facing sideways, elbows on the desk holding his head in his wings. They exchanged stories of working for their respective companies and humorous occurrences at public appearances.

"So I'm standing behind the booth and I keep telling her, 'Sorry ma'am, I can't hold your baby. Lawyers would be all over me after the Trix rabbit dropped one.' But she's all like, 'No, no, you'll be fine, you have those big wings, he has scrawny little bug arms, here, hold him, I want a picture!'" recounted Cornelius, who reenacted the scene by thrusting his wings forward while Sonny and Sam watched intently.

"You didn't, did you?" asked Sonny.

"Oh, I had to! And do you know why? Because she then sits her kid on the very edge of booth, and lets go. Immediately, her baby starts falling off while she looks in her purse."

"No way!" said Sonny, clenching his wings as he gasped.

"Oh dear..." said Sam, wincing himself.

"Oh, the kid was fine! I lunged forward and grabbed him as fast as I could! Meanwhile, she's rummaging for her camera while everyone else is either applauding or calling her an idiot. I look at our PR woman, she's biting her nails like I'm holding a stick of dynamite, and I'm not sure if I should give this kid back or call child services!" laughed Cornelius. Sonny vocalized his disbelief as Sam shook his head in his wing with a cringing grin. "So she gets out her camera and takes the most awkward picture ever. I'm serious, you can look it up online if you want to see me making the most I-wish-I-was-somewhere-else-right-now smile ever."

"Indeed, public appearances can be the worst part of the job. I will honestly be amazed, AMAZED if someone were to come up with a beak joke I haven't heard before," said Sam. "I would congratulate them and then proceed to whack them with mine."

"Can you imagine my first ones? People would always bring bowls of Cocoa Puffs and a few minutes later, the whole place is in shambles! Now they check everyone at the door like airport security," said Sonny with a roll of his eyes. He then hoisted a wing holding a draping cloth with a vibrant logo on the front. "Do you have to wear these stupid aprons there too?"

"Shoot, they make us wear 'em everywhere," answered Cornelius, lifting his off the table and tossing it in the corner of the room where it landed next to Sam's.

"Doesn't make a whole lot of sense since they come right off when we're done, but you know how it is. 'Apron on, tail down!'" said Sonny.

"'Apron on, tail down.' That's exactly what we're told," said Sam with a nod.

"And you can't even move while you're wearing 'em, it's ridiculous," said Cornelius, scoffing.

"Eh? Why not?" asked Sam. Sonny appeared confused as well.

"You know, when you gotta stand, they tell you not to step around because-I like how they phrase it- 'you'll swing and bump into the apron, and it doesn't look appealing,'" said Cornelius with a chortle.

"They never told me that," said Sonny.

"Nor I," said Sam.

"Really? They don't?" Sonny and Sam shook their heads. The ensuing silence caused Cornelius to ponder for a moment, though it didn't take long for him to realize his faux pas. "Uh, never mind. I didn't- er, I wasn't trying to say, uh, or rather imply you are... a-anything like, uh, li... I-I'm not trying to be-"

As the base of Cornelius beak began turning red, Sonny and Sam looked at each other, remembering back to the restaurant where they got en eyeful of his equipment. Regardless of whether or not Cornelius was trying to show off, his stammering made the two of them smile.

"You needn't be so worried, my friend, its okay! We know you meant nothing by it!" said Sam warmly. Sonny nodded in agreement and shot an equally assuring smile to their friend. "Besides, we know it isn't we who are small, but you who are so large!" Surprisingly, his words had little effect.

"Still, I-I should think before I talk about... it." Cornelius cleared his throat and crossed his legs, concealing his large malehood before be continued. "If I did, they wouldn't be reminding me all the time how to move or where to stand." He had taken to only glancing at his fellow birds while scooting further back in his chair, withdrawing his genitals so they wouldn't hang over the edge so prominently. Sonny, who had suddenly become concerned, reached a wing across the table.

"Hey, you can't let them get to you like that! They're just trying to make you feel bad about yourself because they're so insecure about themselves!" affirmed Sonny.

"Hear hear!" chimed Sam. Cornelius's blush had only intensified, which had become something else he tried to hide.

"And that goes for off the set too! If anyone doesn't like seeing our junk, that's their problem, not ours. We're not like them; we don't have to hide ourselves! We'll keep being proud of who we are and they can go be afraid of nothing somewhere else." Sonny's sudden assertion came as a surprise to both of the others- a rather jarring contrast to his humble and non-confrontational demeanor.

"I say, I didn't know you were so opinionated on the issue!" said Sam.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get worked up," said Sonny while shrinking in his seat.

"No," said Cornelius abruptly, finally turning to face his roommates once again, "No, you're absolutely right!"

"He most certainly is!" said Sam with an air of pride.

"They gotta know there's a difference between Cornelius the spokesman and Cornelius the rooster, and they better respect that!" said Cornelius, he uncrossing his legs and resuming his former position with his genitals hanging heavily over edge of the chair.

"Exactly!" said Sonny as he thumped the surface of the table with a wing.

"Thanks, Sonny, I really need to remember that," said Cornelius appreciatively, the smile having returned to his beak. Sonny beamed back at him.

"You bet, buddy," said Sonny.

A brief silence hung whereupon they reflected the exchange before Sonny spoke again.

"So, uh, just out of curiosity... how big would you say you are?" he asked. Cornelius's beak shot up again, the area around his nares turning even redder than before.

"Oh, uh, me? Like, how... well..." The rooster leaned back and spread his legs apart so Sonny could take a look at all the thick flesh nestled in between them. His ballsack and thickly-wrapped member were pressed under his body at the base as he sat, but that just pushed and plumped them out further over the seat of his chair. Cornelius simply gestured at his genitals, unsure of just how specific an answer Sonny wanted.

"I believe what he meant to ask was, how big do you get?" asked Sam. Once again, Sam and Sonny's eyes turned to each other for only a second before returning to the befuddled rooster. "If it's not too personal, of course! I'm just rather curious myself, naturally."

"Oh, oh, no, it's fine, it's just..." Cornelius twiddled his feathered fingers, still searching for an adequate answer. As he did, he looked down himself and tried to visualize himself erect. However, he didn't fancy himself a very good judge of length. "I-I don't know, I've honestly never measured myself."

"Oop, wait a tick, I believe I saw somewhere over the week..." said Sam, suddenly hopping of the bed and rummaging through the hotel dressers.

"I thought people would be asking you that all the time," said Sonny.

"Actually, it is something I get asked a lot," said Cornelius, shrugging meekly.

"And it never got you thinking?"

"It did. I just..." Cornelius trailed off again, trying to come up with a reason as he gazed at his flaccid penis resting atop his cushiony testicle bag. When it seemed like the words were not coming to him, Sonny spoke again.

"I hope you realize someday that it's nothing to be ashamed of, no matter what those corporate guys may tell you." A half-hearted smile drew on the rooster's beak once again when Sam's voice suddenly sounded from across the hotel room.

"Found it!" Standing by a nightstand, he had retrieved a small emergency sewing kit, and from it he held aloft measuring tape. "Ha ha!"

"Eh? What's that fo- wait, WHAT?" yelped Cornelius, taking a moment to figure out what the toucan was implying.

"Sam!" said Sonny.

"I haven't even said anything yet!" said Sam with a laugh as he walked back over, "If he wishes, he can get an answer now and sate all our curiosity! Did you not say you too wanted to know?" Sonny fidgeted in his seat, suddenly finding himself turning red around the nares as well.

"I di- maybe, but he doesn't have to do it if he doesn't want to!"

"I'm not insisting! All he has to do is say 'no,'" said Sam. Both he and Sonny silently looked in Cornelius's direction, whose eyes were flying around between them and the measuring tape. He'd occasionally glance in between his legs, after which the next thing he'd look at invariably ended up being the tape. Neither Sam nor Sonny wanted to answer for him, or say anything to sway his decision, though Sam tilted his head and inched the measuring tape in Cornelius's direction at one point. Once again, Sonny was the one to break the silence.

"Sam, you're making him uncomfortab-"

"Okay," said Cornelius, looking at each of the other birds in the eyes resolutely. An answer neither of them expected, they needed a couple seconds to think about how to respond.

"Really?" asked Sonny.

"Yeah, I'll do it!" said Cornelius, taking a deep, relaxing breath while shuffling in his chair so he could lean further back. "As you said, it's not something to be ashamed of!" Sam looked upon him proudly and extended his wing holding the measuring tape.

"Very well then, here y..." Sam's excitement slowly turned into amazement and Sonny's expression into a wide-eyed, slack-beaked stare when Cornelius picked up his fat, bunchy-skinned penis in his wing, and began to stroke it. Cornelius only looked at his member for a moment before he closed his eyes and reclined his head over the back of the chair, letting his body's natural response take its place. Both Sam and Sonny had something ready to tell him, but both of them were too dumbstruck at the suddenness of the rooster masturbating before them to push the words out.

Once Cornelius held it in his wing, Sonny and Sam were better able to guess how big their green-feathered friend's fat shaft actually was while flaccid. Both assumed it was somewhere between five and six inches before stiffening, and the way his downy digits sunk into the girthy mass of rooster flesh almost made them feel how it felt on their own fingers just by sight alone. For a minute, they completely forgot that the mass in between Cornelius's legs hadn't even grown, but after taking another deep breath, his cock began to expand in his stroking, kneading fingertips.

The entire time, Cornelius didn't say a word and kept his eyes shut while leaning his head back. Sonny and Sam kept their silence as well, the only sounds penetrating the air of the hotel room being that of Cornelius's deep, heavy breaths through his nares while he fondled himself. Inch by inch the rooster's leviathan grew higher and higher, soon reaching what had to have been a foot in length. And still, it grew, requiring the green wing to make longer trips with each stroke. Finally, as Cornelius's penis thickened and stretched, the pinkish-purplish cap started becoming visible each time he tugged down and unraveled his foreskin over his glans.

Having winged arms, the avians' hands were quite broad, Cornelius's especially. So when Cornelius stopped using the tips of his fingers to tug and grabbed his penis at the shaft, both Sonny and Sam's beaks dropped wide when they saw Cornelius's member could reach all the way through his wide grip and emerge from the other side. It was something they imagined no bird was capable of doing. But from Cornelius's expression, it was nothing new to him at all. His eyes stayed calmly closed as he lay back, as casual as ever, and beat his wing into his crotch. When the sounds of moisture sticking to his foreskin began squishing each time he stretched it over his rosy cockhead, the wing finally released the pillar of rooster flesh. As far back as he was leaning in his chair, the tip of Cornelius's penis was at level with his eyes which, after taking a period to catch his breath, finally opened and marveled at his handiwork. His tower of bird meat was riddled with veins both big and small, and the foreskin enveloping half the swollen knob at the top was more substantial than just a thin wrapping of skin. The smile on his beak indicated the process of waking his monster felt even more delightful to him than it was to watch.

"I'm sorry, were you going to say something?" He looked at his awe-struck comrades expectantly, though Sonny and Sam could only gawk at the impossibly-huge bird dick throbbing before them. Eventually, Sam lifted the wing that was still holding on to the measuring tape.

"I was going to say the bathroom's all yours," muttered Sam meekly.

"Eh? Wh-" First Cornelius's face depicted confusion, followed by crushing embarrassment. "Oh- oh my go- OH MY GOD!" His wings darted upward to cover his face first, but once he felt his fully-erect member wobbling in between his legs, they darted back down to grab it and conceal it against his belly. "WHY did you let me DO that?!"

"I'm sorry! Once you got started, you looked like you were enjoying yourself so much, I, er, didn't want to stop you! " said Sam who was halfway between empathizing and finding humor in Cornelius's misunderstanding.

"That doesn't mean you let me make an ass out of myself!" said Cornelius with a groan, pulling a leg up hoping to hide more of his genital region.

"'Make an ass out of yourself,' are you kidding? That was amazing!" exclaimed Sonny. "You really looked like you stopped being afraid to show yourself off and let go! You know I would never keep you from doing that!"

"'Not being afraid to show myself and let go' doesn't mean jacking off inappropriately, GOD, I'm so stupid!" said Cornelius, cringing and twisting in his chair so his tail faced Sonny and Sam.

"Hey, hey. We're not just industry workers, or coworkers with you and Sam. We're friends, aren't we?" said Sonny consolingly. "If anything, I'm flattered you felt comfortable enough to do that in front of us!"

"Indeed!" added Sam. "And if we wanted you to stop, we would have said something! Not so you could make a fool of yourself, which you did not, but we genuinely wanted to see!" Cornelius was at least looking at them again, though he still tried to keep his engorged phallus concealed. "In fact... we still want to see, right, Sonny?"

"Yes, yes!" nodded Sonny. Cornelius clearly needed a moment to think.

"My friend, would it make you feel any more comfortable if we did the same? What do you say?" questioned Sam, looking to Sonny for his reaction to the suggestion. Sonny did not miss a beat in his agreement.

"Yeah, I'll do it!" said Sonny, hoping it would help ease Cornelius's embarrassment.

"Hmmm..." was the only sound Cornelius could make in his state, though there was a slight curling at the ends of his beak, hinting at a very reserved smile. That was all the signal Sam needed.

"Come, my boy! If he still feels like he's a fool, then let's all be foolish together!" Sam said jovially as he hopped back on the bed with his legs spread. Adjusting himself so his genitals could lay out over the covers, Sam made sure he was directly facing Cornelius and promptly got to work. Sonny pulled his chair inward so the table no longer separated he and the huddled rooster, making him fully visible to both of the other birds.

By the time Sonny found a comfortable position, Sam was already leaning back on one wing as the other yanked on his soft shaft. While all three birds sported a foreskin, Sam's was the shortest, causing his glans to become fully-exposed each time he stroked downward on his member, even while completely flaccid. His ballsack was also the tightest, resulting in it swinging upward with each pull. Sam's bouncing scrotum and the flashing pink of his cockhead proved to be eye-catching, for Cornelius caught himself staring at the smaller toucan's package like many others did to his own before he turned away again.

However, he just ended up looking toward Sonny, who took a more delicate approach. Sonny pinched the upper ridge and underside of his glans in his fingertips, stimulating himself with short, quick tugs of the most sensitive spots of his penis. His soft-fuzzed scrotum had just enough sag to it that his orbs lazily dragged along his taint while Sonny tantalized his dome through its skin hood.

"Comfortable, are we?" asked Sam, whose member expanded more and more in his grasping wing.

"Hah, I'd say!" replied Sonny whose hips made slow, subtle motions into his fingers. It did not take long before his penis grew stiff enough that it could reach in the air without the support of his wing, though he continued to pleasuring his cockhead until the first signs of moisture began to form at the tip. Only then did Sam cease masturbating, as he had subconsciously taken to watching Sonny fondle himself.

Finally, all wings came to a rest at their owners' sides as Sam and Sonny sat in their respective places, legs spread, piercing the air with their erections, hoping it would help convince Cornelius he made no fault in having one himself.

"Well now! That wasn't so bad!" said Sam with a content sigh, wiggling his lower body to wave his stiff member around before him. "My word, Sonny, what a magnificent cap you have!"

"Eh? Oh, yeah, I've got kind of a mushroom head," said Sonny bashfully, pulling down on his birdhood one more time. Indeed, his foreskin had to stretch out over his fat dome before slipping behind his glans, which was noticeably larger than average for a shaft his size. His foreskin even needed a little bit of assistance from Sonny's fingertips to wrap back up over the ridge. "I like what you have yourself! That's something I would call a crotch-missile."

"Ha ha, a very fitting moniker!" said Sam, gripping his penis at the base and holding it out, drawing both Sonny and Cornelius's gaze upon it. Despite the scrunched skin behind his cockhead and the curves of the head itself, the overall shape of Sam's member looked like it would leave very little room unfilled in a fitted tube. "So come on, my friend! Won't you join us?" asked Sam, turning to Cornelius once more. The rooster appeared much more relaxed, though still reddened, as he rolled back over in his chair and smiled, allowing his gargantuan penis to swing before him triumphantly.

"Whoa-hoa-hoa!" said Sonny who once again marveled at Cornelius's great, pulsing member which was just regaining any stiffness it had previously lost. This time, though, it required no manual stimulation.

"Now THAT is a indeed blessing, if I do say so myself!" said Sam proudly, trying to make up for Cornelius's modesty.

"Heh, thanks," was all Cornelius could mutter. Listening to the others commenting on each others' cockheads gave Cornelius the idea to pull his own foreskin back, which he did hoping his glans was just as compliment-worthy. When the rooster's verdant flesh gave way to the pink, wet, ridged bulb underneath, that side of the room filled with the sounds of admiration.

"Ooh!" wooed Sam and Sonny, leaning in to inspect Cornelius's cock topper. Round and smooth with a curved lip in back which could have been chiseled by a sculptor, his glans drew reactions at which Cornelius couldn't help but humbly laugh.

"Oh come on, guys, you don't have to flatter me to make me feel better!" said Cornelius, suddenly finding himself trying to shorten his grin.

"Do you honestly believe anything said about an endowment such as yours is mere flattery?" said Sam, focusing his gaze on Cornelius's stretching frenulum. "Make no mistake, our fascination is genuine, I assure you!"

"Y-yeah! I know I've certainly never seen any one as big, or as thick, or... even as veiny as you are" said Sonny, who, from his angle, had the perfect view of the cockhead's helmet-like shape. Unbeknownst to Sonny, a single drop of salivation dripped down the cuckoo's chin as he stared at the staggeringly-large member before him. Cornelius, feeling some relief after his prior misunderstanding, lifted a wing to remove sweat from his brow. As he did, Sam leaned over and wiped away the drool from Sonny's chin with a finger. Only then did Sonny realize he was gawking and turned to Sam, who gave him a warm, knowing smile. Sonny turned back just in time to see Cornelius lower his wing.

"Heh, yeah, I guess it gives the phrase 'enlarged to show texture' new meaning, doesn't I?" said Cornelius, looking at his erection with renewed confidence. "Well... thanks, guys."

"You don't need to thank us, but you're very welcome, my friend!" said Sam merrily. Before any more could be said about their bodies, Sam hopped off the bed, brandishing the tape measure. "But, we shouldn't forget why we're all sitting around with some world-class woodies! Come on, then, stand up!" Cornelius's face twisted slightly in confusion.

"Wait, stand up? For measuring?" asked Cornelius with a cock of his head.

"Why yes! Might as well get all our measurements since we're all hanging about now!" said Sam while gesturing to all birds present. Sonny, whom Cornelius glanced at for affirmation, merely shrugged.

"I, er, I suppose..." Cornelius stood from his chair, his weighty phallus stretching outward rigidly despite gravity's pull. Sonny did the same, stepping to Cornelius's side and eyeballing how he compared to the huge rooster prick beside him. Meanwhile, Cornelius held his wing out toward Sam, who still held the measuring tape. "Give it here."

"Not yet! In order for all measurements to be fair and accurate, they all must be held to the same standard!" said Sam authoritatively.

"'Same standard?' As in... you do it?" asked Cornelius uncertainly, to which Sam nodded.

"We're getting quite official here, aren't we?" said Sonny with a chortle.

"As is often the case when a group of fellas test their manhood. I'll go first!" While Sam got to work, Sonny and Cornelius gave each other a look coupled with a nervous smile. Sam pressed one end of the tape measure into his crotch and pulled it out, wrapping it over the curve of his glans which he thrust forward toward the others. "What do you say, lads? Just over nine inches, that look about right?" Cornelius and Sonny bent over to look at the mark right at the crest of the curve. The two of them simultaneously gulped, the realization that that was the closest they've ever been to another male's penis in their lives hitting them both at the same time.

"Looks good!" said Sonny, nodding enthusiastically.

"I guess so," said Cornelius quickly.

"Excellent, if I do say so myself! Now, your turn, Sonny," said Sam, stepping over to the orange bird beside him.

"Uh, okay! You sure you want to do it yourself?" asked Sonny, straightening himself into position.

"Absolutely!" said Sam affirmatively, approaching Sonny. However, he made an abrupt pause when he noticed something on the tape measure. After a quick wipe of his finger several inches in while making a innocent, whistling expression, he continued. "After all, having someone else do it is the easiest way to do it right!" said Sam, finishing by pushing his wing holding one end the end of the measuring tape deep into Sonny's feathery crotch.

"WHOO!" yelped Sonny, completely unprepared for the wing being pushed into the base of his genitals. "Ho ho, I-I suppose!"

"Hmm..." Sam took a few seconds to study the tape, during which Sonny tried his best not to move, as each time he did caused his balls to bump into Sam's wing. "I say, Sonny, you and I are are quite evenly matched! All though you definitely have me beat in one area," said Sam, slipping the tape away and making a tapping gesture toward Sonny's glans. Sonny timidly looked away as his cuckoo cock twitched in the air. "Now, now, remember what you said about being proud! Which brings us to... the main event!"

"Oh boy, here we go," said Cornelius who had been idly pulling the skin coating his member up and down, providing mild stimulation to keep himself stiff. Removing his wing so Sam could take measure, Cornelius turned his head to the side to see Sonny on his tip-toes, leaning over to observe for himself exactly how big his rooster friend was.

Cornelius grunted lightly when Sam's wing disappeared into the pit of his thigh. Sam held the tape at the spot Sonny and he measured, which only reached halfway up Cornelius's cock. At that moment, Sam's expression expanded, and continued to do so as his wing began to draw the tape up the length of Cornelius's extraordinarily-large member. Sonny's beak dropped agape when Sam's fingers passed the fourteen-inch marker and kept going. Fifteen... sixteen... seventeen...

"U-unbelievable!" said Sam, pressing the tape up against Cornelius's cocktip. "Seventeen-and-a-half inches!"

"What?!" said Sonny, sounding as if his guess wasn't near what Sam had said.

"Seriously?" said Cornelius with the same amount of shock.

"The tape doesn't lie, and that's what it tells me!" said Sam as he held the tape aloft, keeping his finger on the spot where Cornelius' cock ended. Upon witnessing it for themselves, Sonny guffawed in astonishment while Cornelius simply huffed in pleasant surprise.

"Hot dang, seventeen-and-a-h... are you sure you don't have any horses in your family tree?" asked Sonny. He nudged Cornelius in his side with an elbow, to which the rooster simply gave a laugh as if he was anticipating that comparison to emerge for some time.

"To be fair, your hand was stuck pretty far in my crotch- had to have gotten an extra inch or two from that," said Cornelius, his wing wrapped around the back of his neck.

"You may not have measured yourself, but I'm surprised no one else ever did! I imagine that'd be one of the first things a girl would do," said Sonny.

"Eh," was all Cornelius said in response. Once again, a fleeting silence hung between the trio. It was barely a couple seconds in duration, but that was just long enough.

"Have any of them even tried?" asked Sam, tilting his head to Cornelius as he wound the tape measure back around his fingers. Cornelius merely shrugged and looked off to the side.

"You guys do know we're doing this right next to the window, right? Anyone with binoculars could see what we-" Cornelius was cut short as the tip of Sam's colorful beak came into his view.

"Corny, my boy. Have you ever been intimate with another?" asked Sam coyly. Cornelius continued to search for a place to settle his eyes without meeting the forthright glare of the toucan or the expectant look of cuckoo.

"S-Sam, that's kind of a personal question!" said Cornelius, feeling himself begin to sweat again.

"Any more personal than measuring your chickenhood?" said Sam, having regained his cool and calm demeanor after announcing Cornelius's measurements. The rooster flushed and stammered, visibly cornered in his thoughts while Sonny leaned in, expecting the next answer to be hushed. "I think it's pretty safe to say that after tonight's transpiring you are not among company who will judge one another!"

"Sam, I d..." Cornelius realized that any further silence was unnecessary, for the answer was already out. "No. I haven't." As soon as the look of embarrassment began to appear across Cornelius's face again, Sam quickly took a step forward, placing a blue wing on Cornelius's shoulder. He had to reach out rather far to keep from bumping his chest into the tip of his galliform friend's massive maleness.

"Once again, I must assure you that you have absolutely NO reason to be ashamed!" said Sam, trying to remind Cornelius of the smile he had earlier in the night before he began to doubt himself.

"Yeah, and there's people who would criticize you for not being a virgin anyway. It's a lose-lose situation if you give a damn about what others think, so who cares?" said Sonny, shrugging while his still-erect bird rod swayed in between his legs. Cornelius's eyes finally found a place to rest, and it was on his own cock.

"Well, it's one thing not finding the right person," said Cornelius with a wistful sigh, "but it's another knowing I'm too big for anybody. I mean, look at this thing! Having a huge dick isn't nearly as much of a blessing as everyone makes it out to be." As Cornelius motioned to his heavily-swinging dick with his wings, Sonny scratched his chin with one of his, trying to think of how to follow. As much as he wanted to inspire confidence in his friend, Cornelius did have a point. While Sonny tried to imagine himself in Cornelius's situation, Sam leaned forward.

"I don't know, 'too big for anybody' seems to be a bit of an assumption, wouldn't you say?" said Sam. "I'm sure there's people out there who can 'fit you in,' so to speak."

"Yeah, but you usually have to pay for them, and I'm not THAT desperate," said Cornelius with a light chuckle. Sam then took one more step forward, requiring him to move to one of Cornelius's sides to avoid having the cock's cock press into his chest.

"Not all of them ask for money, my dear boy," said Sam, his accented words flowing from his beak with the smoothness of a chocolate fountain. His wing on Cornelius's shoulder suddenly migrated downward, slipping itself underneath that of his friend's and resting just above the rooster's thigh. "What if I were to tell you... that you could lose your virginity tonight?" Cornelius's expression shifted to that of expectancy which didn't know just what to expect while taking another glance at Sonny for some kind of input or reaction. However, Sonny stood possibly more still than anyone had ever seen him stand in their lives, frozen wide-eyed at the duo with his wing on his chin. Figuring he was on his own for Sam's sudden closeness, Cornelius let out another uneasy chuckle.

"You, uh, heh heh, know somebody?" asked Cornelius. He wasn't sure, but he could swear in his peripheral vision, among the almost photographic stillness coming from Sonny, that he saw a twitch-like motion somewhere in the lower-middle region.

"I don't," said Sam. His other wing reached up and gave Cornelius's red wattle a playful flick before his blue fingertips gently pressed themselves into the rooster's fluffy green chest plumage. They sank in just enough to disappear beneath the surface of his feathers, but not enough to touch his skin underneath, though they came close on their way down his belly and beneath his torso. "But you do." As soon as he felt Sam's warm hand curl itself around the base of his penis, Cornelius took a step back, suddenly tripping over his words. However, a step wasn't enough to pull his lengthy member out of Sam's wing, leaving the tip resting in the toucan's palm.

"Wh-whoa, Sam, you mean... you mean with YOU?" said Cornelius, waving his wings out in front of him. Sam only held the end of his friend's shaft in his wing, not wanting to do anything that would result in having it taken away from his tender touch.

"It's merely an offer! A 'no' is all I need to hear to withdraw!" said Sam. The leer in his eyes was different than usual, but still filled with the same fondness and welcoming as his light but endearing smile.

"Sam, how- but, how on earth could you... take me? I mean, you're a lot smaller than I am!" There was that twitch off to the side of Cornelius's sight again, timed with an coy smirk from Sam.

"I'm happy to hear your immediate response to that was confirming how much I can take," said Sam, the wing holding the end of the rooster's giant, meaty slab giving a soft knead. Whether it was the realization of what he said or the tingles flowing from Sam's touch, Cornelius flushed harder than he had all night as he felt drops of sweat form beneath his head down.

"W-well, you caught me off guard! I mean, I figured you'd consider the chances that I'm straight!" said Cornelius, who still hadn't moved from his position and continued to allow the foreskinned end of his cock to rest in Sam's wing.

"Surely you remember that enthusiastic lad from room service last year we were here, yes?" said Sam as the wing on Cornelius's thigh began to caress his upper leg, making its way centimeter by centimeter inward. "He too said he was straight. And he made sure to remind me of it after he shagged me into the mattress. And again after he bent me over the chair and stuffed my seat. And yet again after ramming my rump in the lobby bathroom stall before we left."

"You- you WHAT?" said Cornelius, his eyes as agape as his beak. Sam expected some kind of reaction that would whip the stiff rooster rod out of his wing upon his confession, but instead, he felt a rather favorable pulse in the mass resting in his palm. Responding to the pulse, Sam gently pushed the wing holding the end of his friend's huge wang forward just enough to draw the foreskin back over the shiny, knobby glans, and then slowly pulled it back.

"And you haven't said 'no' yet either," said Sam. Even in his own head, Cornelius was fumbling his own words, and the only one Sam suggested he say kept changing every time he tried to push it out of his beak. Every fraction of a word Cornelius spat out just made the light smirk on the toucan's colorful beak extend further into a humored, but friendly grin.

"Sam, n- I mean, how can you lay this on me when Sonny's right here? Isn't that kind of inappr-" Cornelius interrupted himself when he turned to look at Sonny, who had taken to half-sitting on the edge of the bed, firmly gripping and rhythmically squeezing his cock with one wing. "Sonny!"

"I'm sorry!" said Sonny with a shrug and the guiltiest smile. "Your whole conversation is just, uh... hitting a lot of buttons, I guess you could say!"

"Oh? And which buttons would those be? The 'experienced lover with a shy and bashful virgin' button?" asked Sam, beginning by bouncing Cornelius's penis in his palm and ending by clutching it deep into the rooster's chest plumage.

"H-hey, what are y...!" said Cornelius, Sam's actions causing delightful tingles up his rod.

"The 'tall, strong, and large-in-every-way hunk taking the tight tush of someone half his size' button?" said Sam as he gripped Cornelius's shaft firmly at the base to make the muscles and veins bulge while wiggling his rear at Sonny.

"Saaaaaam...!" said Sonny through a strained beak, squeezing his dick with increasing frequency and making his already-ample glans swell each time.

"Not you too!" said Cornelius, his face furling slightly from Sam's wings acting as a cockring.

"Or maybe it's the 'convincing a handsome, straight stud that there's nothing wrong with nailing a little male tail from time to time' button," said Sam, finally stroking Cornelius's foot-and-a-half dick with both wings.

"BRAAWK!" clucked Cornelius at the sudden sensation of Sam's wings traveling up and down his erection. The toucan's wings were smaller than his, but having somebody else rubbing him off felt like he was masturbating for the first time ever. Every word of uncertainty seized up in his throat along with every urge to move any muscle in his body. That is, any except for the ones in his waist to push himself deeper into Sam's skilled palms.

"Hoohoo! How about ALL of them?!" said Sonny with a gasp of air when Sam began to slide his wings up and down Cornelius's rigid pillar of chicken meat. Sonny also mimicked Sam's actions by switching from just squeezing to yanking on his own engorged cuckoo cock.

"Wonderful! And you, Corny?" asked Sam, turning up to look his friend in the eye. However, Cornelius wasn't looking at Sam, or anything else. His eyes were blissfully closed and his chest heaving, as well as his wings tight against his sides while taking in deep, long breaths amidst strong, frequent pulses of his prodigious pecker. The sight pleased Sam, who never missed a single beat in diligently caressing Cornelius's massive meat log. "Did any of those sound good to you?"

"Kr-r-r-r-r-r," Cornelius rumbled in a manner that sounded like a low, elongated cluck. Every nerve in his penis lit up like the city lights outside the window, sparking each time Sam's blue digits passed over them.

Even without any words to go by, the next question to ask was obvious to Sam. He half-lidded his eyes and beamed at Cornelius with a hopeful fondness for the rooster, a smile soft and filled with longing scrawled across his beak.

"Corny, my boy," said Sam with the same syrupy suaveness from before, "would you like to fuck me tonight?" Cornelius caught his breath before answering, but he did so quickly.

"More than anything else in the world," said Cornelius, almost in a whisper. Without another word, Sam pulled the great green fleshpole down under his beak and extended his tongue, taking a long, savoring lap up the pink dome that had been peeking out of the cock's collar of skin the whole night.

"Sam, you are one lucky bird!" said Sonny, his breathing suddenly audible amidst the sound of his wing beating into his crotch without restraint.

For a moment, Sam treated Cornelius's penis like a lollipop, dragging his tongue across all inches of his already-shiny cock cap. Each stroke of Sam's tongue elicited another shuddering intake of air from Cornelius and an exhale that was just a huff away from a moan. Meanwhile, Sam's rearmost wing traveled yet deeper into his friend's crotch, petting down the taut skin of Cornelius's hanging balls before cupping the copious spheres. He ran the sac skin over the surface of each testicle, his caress tender and barely lifting the chicken's ball bag. Keeping Cornelius in a trance and putting on a show for Sonny gave Sam some time to think, and only after licking the sweet beads of pre seeping from Cornelius's cock tip did he speak again.

"I don't have to be the only lucky bird, you know," said Sam. As he spoke, his wing shifted from Cornelius's scrotum and traveled further beneath until a finger found a parting of feathers. Inside of it, a fingertip pressed softly on a warm, tender patch of skin squeezing into a hole. "You can lose your virginity to both of us." The surface of Sam's finger pressed on Cornelius's anus not enough to penetrate it, but enough to cause the myriad of nerve endings surrounding it to awaken with each gentle push. Each one of his presses were done to a timed beat- a beat to match someone's waist pistoning behind it. "Would you object to the idea of letting Sonny take you?"

"Ooh, hoo hoo!" hooted Sonny eagerly, the very mention of it enough to make his cock spit his own clear juice on the carpet.

"'Take me?'" asked Cornelius, finally opening his eyes after letting himself succumbing to pleasure.

"I'll bet that mushroom head of his feels right nice being pushed through someone's backside," said Sam, pausing to look at Sonny who illustrated Sam's offer by peeling his foreskin back and exposing his girthy glans. While Sonny wiggled it back and forth in the air at Cornelius with a hopeful grin, Sam made sure to continue pushing at his friend's pucker to keep the nerves around his tailhole firing. "Riiiight nice..."

"I-I don't know, I've never taken anyone before! But, I suppose you guys already knew that," said Cornelius timidly.

"Sonny, would you bring me the jelly in my first aid kit?" asked Sam, pointing to a small case sitting on the dresser. "I could use some myself. I've taken some large ones, but this..." However, the way Sam chuckled to himself while eyeballing Cornelius's cock sounded more confident than his words. "I guess the only way to find out is for you to get on that bed!"

"Hah, all right then...!"

Before joining him, Sam went to close the curtains, giving a brief moment's thought to what Cornelius mentioned before being interrupted. If there was anybody with binoculars watching, they certainly got an eyeful. Ignoring the temptation to put on a show, Sam drew the curtains shut and went to join Cornelius in bed, who had already been accompanied by Sonny. It was clear that Sonny had been aching to try his wings at pleasuring the tower reaching out from between Cornelius's legs, as he had the end of it gripped just below the glans with both wings like he was getting ready to bat a home run. Pleased with how his technique worked on his own penis, Sonny squeezed the log of rooster meat rhythmically, enjoying making the glans swell slightly each time he did and the occasional clear bead of pre that formed as a result.

"Oh... oh, Corny," said Sonny under his breath, utterly marveled by the great prick he held in his wings. Cornelius tried to respond, but when Sonny lapped the drop of pre off his glans before it could drip, a soft moan barely escaping his throat was all he could produce.

"Tastes delightful, doesn't it?" asked Sam as he hopped on the bed to Cornelius's other side. Sonny too could say nothing more than approving vocalizations as he took two, then three more licks over Cornelius's cocktip. When Sam leaned in to get a closer look, Sonny removed his wings so Sam could partake in enjoying Cornelius's bountiful boner.

"D-damn, you guys...!" said Cornelius, still quite bashful over having the two birds orally pleasuring his penis at once. Sonny circled his tongue around the glans while Sam tasted as much as he could around the balls and the base of the cock. He had to twist his head to adjust for his large beak, but he was rather adept at doing so when it came to pleasing another male.

Further up Cornelius's spire, though it took a few attempts resulting in pushing the member in circles, Sonny successfully slipped his tongue underneath the foreskin and slowly drew it around the perimeter. He made sure to hook the tip behind the ridge and grind it against the frenulum during each pass.

"Ah!" huffed Cornelius, the sensation of Sonny's tongue probing his flesh hood setting off fireworks of delight in his pleasure pole. Cornelius's toes curled and his knees bent while his wings clutched at the covers, back arching upward in response to the stimulation that was so new to him.

"Hand me the oil, would you, my boy?" asked Sam as he reached across Cornelius, never removing his beak from the heavy ballsack slumped on the covers. Shortly after handing a container of petroleum jelly to Sam, the rooster's chest heaved and a caw dangerously close to a crow sounded from his beak. Sonny took it as a cue to close his beak around the shaft's end and commence sucking, not knowing it came from Sam's jelly-coated finger already knuckle-deep in Cornelius's tightly-puckered tailhole. The toucan took no hesitation in indulging himself by trying to swirl it around in Cornelius's rectum, but even the slightest movement resulted in the padded walls strongly squeezing in the already-tight tunnel. "It'll be a challenge, Sonny," said Sam, "But not impossible! I just hope you enjoy it as well, Corny my friend."

Sonny sucked just hard enough to feel Cornelius's cock cover slip up his glans in short bursts. Occasionally, he'd feel a small rush of salty fluid glide over his tongue, which he eagerly swallowed. Sam continued to plunge his jelly-coated finger into Cornelius's anus, but he pulled out when the clenching within became too frequent.

"Save some for me, Sonny!" said Sam as he finally lifted himself from underneath the feathery green scrotum. As he grabbed the great green prick at the base and slipped it form Sonny's saliva-dripping beak, he could immediately feel just how close Cornelius was to erupting. "And it seems like we did right on time! You should let us know when you get so close, Corny; I'd hate to have much more of this go anywhere but inside of me!" Sam said as he wiped an oozing drop of pre sliding down the underside of his cock.

"S... sorry!" said Cornelius, already sounding like he was having difficulty keeping an orgasm at bay. Sam gave Cornelius a wink as he took one more dip of his fingers in the jar of petroleum jelly and began to slather it on the enormous chicken dick. Up and down Sam's wings traveled, shying clear of the glans in case Cornelius actually was just a touch away from spurting. He could feel the sprawling veins sliding through his palms, making him wonder with no small amount of hope if he'll be able to feel them inside of him as well. Finally, using the excess jelly on his wings, Sam reached underneath himself to slicken his own flesh star. Despite being much smaller than Cornelius, Sams fingers slipped inside of himself rather easily with room to wiggle. It gave him confidence that he just may be able to take the extraordinarily-well-hung rooster, but the true test was just about to begin.

"You lads about ready?" asked Sam, already halfway rolled over on all fours. Cornelius smiled at the prospect, though not without an apprehensive gulp.

"You bet!" said Sonny, motioning his waist energetically to make his penis spring up and down in front of him. His vigor was without question, as his movements appeared like if he was humping the air. Sam needed not to wait for Cornelius's response before he climbed further toward the headboard and sat confidently on all fours, wiggling his triple-plumed rump.

"Well then, Corny! I'm ready whenever you are..."

As Cornelius sat up, he took his time getting into position, unsure as how to approach someone waiting to be pounded by him. Playing it cool was the obvious answer, but his virginity known to all in the room, it made little sense trying to fool anyone. Cornelius kneeled behind Sam, peering down as his slick cock moved ever closer to the waiting blue butt. Sam kept his head turned, eager see Cornelius's face as he penetrated somebody for the first time. A green wing lay upon Sam's backside the moment cock and tailhole kissed.

"This good?" asked Cornelius, both making sure Sam was comfortable and that he wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Of course! Any way you like it," said Sam reassuringly. Cornelius licked his beak as he stilled his penis by pressing the tip against the puckered pinkness of Sam's anus. Sonny had sat himself adjacent to the other two, bent over with his beak inches away from the point of contact and eagerly waiting for what was to come.

"Good luck, Sam!" said Sonny the moment he saw the wet, bulging helmet begin to apply pressure to his toucan friend's anal ring. Much to Sonny's surprise, though, the ring of flesh expanded readily over Cornelius's cockhead, like a pair of lips. However, it didn't stop Sam from grunting in response.

"Mmh! Oh my... you feel even bigger than you look," said Sam as Cornelius's penis stopped with his glans just halfway inside.

"A-are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you," said Cornelius, wing still placed over Sam's backside.

"Oh, don't stop! It will be a tight fit, but it will fit!" said Sam. Cornelius wasn't entirely convinced how his outstandingly large phallus could fit in a hole that was so tiny, but seeing how far it had already stretched, he was willing to let his desire take control and enter the blue bird.

"All right... here I go!" Cornelius's wing pressed down on Sam, holding him in place as the great, girthy cock forced the toucan's rosy butthole into a taut ring that forced Cornelius's foreskin back down the shaft. He heard Sam inhale sharply when his cocktip first found itself being squeezed all around by moist, silken flesh. However, instead of his default response of stopping and checking in on Sam, Cornelius planted his other wing on Sam's backside and continued to push.

"How does he feel, Corny?" asked Sonny, whose head was resting in his wings propped on the mattress.

"Oohhh, fuck, Sam," said Cornelius in one hard breath. He was hard of believing how much the tunnel that shut tight just behind his cockhead would expand, however reluctant it was, with every inch he crammed. Sam, however, wasn't nearly as reluctant as his bowels were.

"Keep going, you're almost there!" said Sam, straining to get the words out as Cornelius made inch after inch of his chicken cock disappear inside of the feathery blue rump of his friend. Finally, Sam let out a satisfied sigh when he knew his limit had been reached. "Aaahhh, there we go... you like it, my dear boy?"

"It's better than I possibly could've dreamed," said Cornelius as he stood still, relishing the feeling of Toucan Sam's bowels gripping firmly onto most of his extraordinarily-long endowment.

"And it's only going to get better!" said Sonny, reaching out to wrap his fingers around the few inches of Cornelius's cock remaining outside of Sam. It felt hot and throbbed heavily to a fevered heartbeat, to which Sonny cooed and wiggled in excitement. However, the moment he felt the meat log move, he let go and watched intently as Cornelius began to buck into the experienced, but fully-stretched bird butt.

"O-oh god!" said Cornlius dreamily, relishing the feeling of a sensation other than his wing wrapped around his penis treating it with caressing tenderness beyond his imagination. As he pulled out, the sound of a soft, sliding slickness could be heard by all, a sound which only added to Cornelius's thrill. His beak remained turned downward to watch his length recede from the little feathery rump held between his wings just to be pushed right back in. Watching such a great girth disappear into Sam's clenching tailhole was an impressive sight by itself, but the sight was hardly telling of the feeling of Sam's inner passage kissing his fat cockhead just to slide over the rest of his length. And it was a feeling he felt over, and over, and over again.

Sam began to sweat just like Cornelius, never having been parted so wide before. He tried not to make any sound that may make Cornelius feel like he wasn't welcome inside of him, but Sam did wonder a moment if Cornelius was, in fact, too large for him. However, he merely thought back to all the other days he felt that way, days he sat on the waist of a hunk he hungered for, days he lifted his feet in the air and other men smaller than Cornelius plunged his cave. He thought then that they were too big for him too, but it always ended up the same way.

"Keep it up, Sammy boy,"_thought Sam, _"He may be huge, but you'll be panting and pushing back on him in no time!"

Sonny was having trouble containing himself, however. Kneeling on the bed with his rear up and his beak down, staring inches from the action, he let loose the occasional shuddering coo as he fondled himself with one wing. While Cornelius was too engrossed in driving himself through Sam's tail tunnel, Sam took a look at Sonny and noticed that he was creating a considerable puddle on the sheets with his pre accumulating faster than it could soak into the fabric. As enjoyable as watching Sonny jerk off onto the bed was for Sam, he knew that his cock deserved to go someplace else, both for he and Cornelius.

"You still- mgh! Still up for... taking Sonny, dear Corny?" asked Sam, trying to give Cornelius his best lustful leer as he could while being generously spread apart in the rear. Cornelius slowed to a stop to answer, a moment he appeared to need judging by his countenance and the intensity of his cock throbbing in Sam's rectum.

"Oh, oh, y-yeah!" said Cornleius with a huff. Sonny looked up, excitement sprawling across his beak.

"Oh yeah? Oh, oh yeah!" said Sonny, seemingly content enough just to watch Cornelius fuck Sam, but given the offer, he could not say no. Sam leapt up to his feet on the bed, bouncing behind Cornelius and placing his wings similarly on the rooster's rump. The long, colorful plumes before Sonny twitched upon feeling Sonny's cockhead tap his butthole. "You ready, big guy?" Cornelius turned back to Sonny, trying his best to appear as composed as possible. He hoped it would to convince Sonny of his resolution to be buttfucked for the first time, but the orange cuckoo still assured him, "I won't be rough!"

With a smile, Cornelius turned back to Sam and kept himself still, preparing himself for Sonny's incoming entry. Just as he predicted, upon feeling Sonny's glans against his slicked-up tailhole, Cornelius immediately thought it would end up being a lost cause. Sonny applied building pressure, and however much the tightly-puckered chicken hole instinctively resisted by clenching, the more he pushed, the more the ring of flesh spread around his abundant dome.

"Ah! Ah, Sonny!" said Cornelius, but as soon as he felt Sonny stop, he added, "Keep going! You're almost in..." It took a fair amount of pushing, a few light thrusts, and a good deal of straining from the rooster, but then in a flash, Sonny's glans slipped through Cornelius's entryway and found itself lodged in Cornelius's virgin anal passage. "OH! You're in! You're in!" said Cornelius with a heavy groan.

"HOOhoohoo!" cooed Sonny, unconsciously gripping Cornelius's green feathers in his wings. Cornelius's rectum squeezed Sonny in ways both tender and firmly, the alternations between each filling the cuckoo's knob with delight. The sensations magnified with every shift of Cornelius's tail, twisting and kneading Sonny's cockhead in the soft, enveloping chamber. Finally, the three were one.

For a moment, they rested together, just enjoying the feeling of flesh within flesh. Together, they shivered and moaned, trying their best not to let themselves loose too soon. All three could tell they had the same thing in mind; they wanted to cum in unison, to have Cornelius lose his virginity to both Sonny and Sam at the same time, if possible. Therefore, Cornelius was allowed to make the first move.

"I'm... I'm ready, guys," said Cornelius, barely in a mutter. There were smiles from both the other birds, who slowly took action. Sonny began by pressing his crotch firmly into Cornelius's feathery butt, merely grinding his waist against him to pivot his erect cock around inside. Sam, after taking in some air, pulled himself up Cornelius's vein-sprawling shaft and braced himself for the ride back down, forcing himself to take as much of the foot-and-a-halfer he could. The combined stimuli shocked Cornelius's body from front and back, unbridled euphoria shooting from his loins just to be amplified by the tingling pleasure emanating from his backside and spreading throughout his body like a drop of dye in water.

It didn't take long before the only sound in the hotel room was air heaving in and out of the avian trio interrupted by coos or moans of bliss. There were occasional strains coming from Cornelius as he struggled taking a cock in his ass for the first time in his life. However, while hearing Sonny moan and looking back to see the lithe, orange bird rocking his body back and forth, it soothed him to bring his friend to such heights of pleasure. Sam too was finding himself stressed to take a cock, but for different reasons than the bird in the middle. Fortunately, he was far more accustomed to being stretched to his limits and was therefore more adept at hiding any signs of such. Like when he held Cornelius member in his wing earlier in the night, he did not want say anything or make any noise that would cause Cornelius to stop. Sam wanted his friend's first time to be perfect.

And to Cornelius, it was. He eventually found his rhythm, keeping his wings gently placed around Sam's rear. Smoothly he slid himself in and out of the English bird's blue backside just quickly and deeply enough, all while pushing his larger posterior back over Sonny's cuckoo cock. Within moments, all three expressed their elevated levels of excitement through gasps, moans, and avian trills that suggested their long-awaited moment was approaching.

"Sonny... are you... h-how close are you?" asked Cornleius, already fighting to keep his orgasm at bay.

"I dunno... about you... but I'm ready to blow!" said Sonny, practically hugging Cornelius's back as he pushed his flared bird dick through the rooster's back door as fast as tightness would allow. Cornelius looked back down at Sam.

"Sam?"

"Give me all you've got, my boy!" said Sam confidently, if exerted.

"All right!" Cornelius huffed as he he squeezed Sam's thighs in between his wings, adding just the right amount of pressure necessary to feel himself reaching a crest. Sonny responded by returning to grinding his crotch firmly against Cornelius's butt, though much quicker, as sweat dripped off his large beak and into the rooster's back feathers. Sam reached down in between his legs with one wing and gripped himself, wanting to cum at the same time as his friends and quickly beat himself off to get ready.

"Oh, Corny!" said Sonny hazily, gripping and rocking Cornelius's rump into his crotch, "Here it comes! I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

"M-me too!" said Cornelius, who was on the verge of crowing.

"Bring it home, lads, let it all out!" said Sam, adjusting the rocking of his body to take as much of the rooster as he could for Cornelius's first orgasm inside another.

Cornelius couldn't hold back any longer. As soon as euphoria overtook his galliform body, he tossed his head back and crowed triumphantly in a way he had never heard himself crow before. His cock twitched and swelled to levels that tested Sam and spurt long, thick streams of chicken seed into the enraptured toucan, who too was dumping his load out onto the bedsheets below him. Sonny, invigorated with adrenaline that made him want to practically jump to push his cock in Cornelius, hooted gleefully as he thrust rapidly in short hops of his knees, bird cream shooting from his fat glans into Cornelius's bowels. The room filled with their respective noises as rapture flowed through their bodies and into one another in a climax that all three birds shared. For that moment, their surroundings blurred as the only sensation they could take in was the avian to whom they were connected, or avians in Cornelius's case.

When each of their orgasms faded, all of their backs weakened as they hunched over in exhaustion, though Sam merely slumped his upper body on the bed with no one on whom to rest. For a moment, the only sounds they could make were panting and diminishing moans, and they were content making no other noise than that. However, Sam had to ask the question that was on his and Sonny's mind.

"Well, Corny, my boy... how was it?" asked Sam. Cornelius took a few seconds to collect his words, looking at Sam like he could kiss the exhausted toucan.

"Just... incredible... thank you, Sam," said Cornelius between breaths. Somehow, in his fatigued state, Sam managed to laugh.

"You don't need to thank me, my dear boy!" There was a pause to catch his breath, just the act of talking taking it out of him. "How about you, Sonny?"

"I could TOTALLY go cuckoo for this!" said Sonny, grinning as he leaned backward, keeping his fuzzy crotch pinned to Cornelius's rear end.

"I was waiting for that," said Cornelius with a chuckle which Sam joined.

"I know I've been around," said Sam, a hint of a blush beneath the feathers below his eyes, "but I'm right proud to be your first, Corny."

"Me too!" chimed Sonny, giving Cornelius's neck a fond nuzzle with his beak from behind.

"Well... that's good, 'cause you know what?" said Cornelius, "I can't think of anyone else I'd rather lose my virginity to than you two."

The remainder of the night was relaxed, finding their way beneath the covers where they talked casually about their sexuality, their kinks, and their favorite techniques in bed. Of course, they did so while playing with each others' bodies, especially Cornelius's towering penis which pitched the biggest bedsheet tent they had ever seen. It wasn't until the morning hours that they finally shared kisses between each other, turned the lights off, and fell asleep in each others' wings.

* * *

With sunlight came the final day of GAM-Ex. Only a couple conferences took place since the event was closing that afternoon, and the showroom floor wasn't nearly as busy as it was the rest of the week. Sonny, Sam, and Cornelius all stood in their designated places with their respective companies, though they were glowing with renewed energy as they made themselves as presentable as possible for interested parties.

Early on, Cornelius was approached by one of his human superiors. The look on his face was somewhat reprimanding, even though he had to look well over half a foot above him to meet the tall rooster's eyes.

"Cornelius, where's your apron?" asked the suited man. Without even looking down to check himself, Cornelius just gave a shrug and a look devoid of all concern with the issue.

"Iunno. Housekeeping must've taken it," said Cornelius nonchalantly.

"Go see if Sam has a spare one," said the executive. They both leaned to look over at Sam at his booth several yards away. He too was naked.

"I don't think he has one either," said Cornelius, not even bothering to follow up with a solution. His coworker took a stressful breath, a stroke of his chin, and a brief survey of the immediate area before saying anything more.

"Egh, well, it's the last day. Look, just don't let anyone see you... touching yourself, or anything."

Cornelius didn't respond with so much a look, never mind any words. He just continued doing his job by being his upbeat self for oncoming salesmen and distributors, all of whom were just as eager to meet him regardless of his attire.

Amidst the commotion, Cornelius saw Sonny standing at his company's booth about thirty feet away, just as naked as he and Sam. When their eyes met, Sonny gave Cornelius a heartful smile and a wink, which Cornelius warmly returned.

The rest of the trade show was as dull and predictable as always. But despite the tedium and repetition of being what was basically a living prop for a company, all three birds had the same thing in mind.

"I can't wait for next year!"