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“Oh, traveling again, Mike?”

The human villager approached the counter of his island airport. Things were quiet and empty at the Dodo Airlines airport. They usually were. Behind the desk of the kiosk sat a tall, chubby dodo named Orville. He had a smile on his beak. He was big, round, and soft. His feathered hand rested across his keyboard, waiting to log wherever Mike requested to travel.

“Uh, yes,” Mike said. “I have a nook miles ticket.”

Orville beamed and gave Mike a showy salute. “Great! We’ll get you airborne in no time. Got all your tools ready to go?”

Mike thumbed the straps of his backpack. “Yep.” He handed Orville the ticket and the dodo typed in the information on the keyboard, his feathered fingers putting in mistakes and the clumsy dodo frantically keying the backspace button often. He always had trouble—it was endearing in a way. Orville never got upset with his work, but did concentrate so much he didn’t speak or look at Mike once.

When he finished, Orville touched the headset he wore and said into the mic, “Wilbur our regular walker is in need of wings, over?”

“Roger, I’ll warm up the engines.”

Orville smiled at Mike and said, “That must be the third ticket in as many days.”

“Yeah…” Mike blushed.

“Just a natural explorer, huh?”

Mike swallowed the lump in his throat and said, “Well, it’s the flying I like the most.” Then he added, feeling his blush deepen, “Could say it’s just an excuse to see you and Wilbur.”

Orville’s beak hung open. “Um…”

A crackle over Orville’s headset: “Tower we are ready to kick the waves and walk the clouds. Is our regular walker ready?”

Orville, watching Mike, depressed the button on the side of his headset, “Just one moment.” He slipped the headset off and asked, “Mike are you saying—”

“Just a joke, haha,” Mike blurted out. “I mean, nothing wrong seeing a pair of cute dodos every day, but it would be weird if I just stared through the window at you right? God what am I saying—”

Orville slid the nook miles ticket across the desk. “Maybe you should keep this.”

“Right, I should just get out of here—”

As Mike reached for the ticket, Orville grabbed Mike’s wrist. Feathered hand soft but grip firm. They locked eyes. Orville said, “You know, we like seeing you every day, too.”

Mike nearly melted. Palms sweating, he asked, “Y-you do?”

Orville’s warm smile did make him melt. “Yeah. We’ve got a cabin in the back where we sleep at night. We can shutter the airport for a little bit if you want to come back there and join Wilbur and I for tea?”

Mike could not believe what he was hearing. Words did not come out, so he nodded.

Orville let go of his hand. He wrote a note on a sticky pad and handed it to Mike. “Go stick that on the front door and lock it for me.”

Mike did as he was told. When he turned around he saw Orville standing in front of his desk. He was every bit like Wilbur in body type: solid and thick, with clear muscle and strength under a layer of fat. Mike found the dodo undeniably sexy, and bit his lip to keep from getting a little hard. His mind raced with what might happen in Orville’s cabin.

“I’ll take you back, get the kettle started, then go get my brother, alright?”

Mike nodded. Heart pumping in his throat, he followed Orville into the back. Their cabin was a one room abode with a kitchenette, a wall mounted A/C unit, a single large bed, a door that led into a small bathroom, and an old sofa in the corner with a scratched up coffee table. In some ways it was the opposite of the pristine airport lobby in the front of the building.

Orville grabbed a kettle from the stove and started to fill it at the sink. He said over his shoulder, “Just have a seat on the couch.” Orville clicked on the gas stove and set the filled kettle on the burner. “I’ll be right back.”

Orville left Mike standing in the middle of the room. It smelled different from the airport lobby. A little… musty. A male smell. He glanced at the unmade bed and wondered if the brothers just shared it. Mike slung his backpack off on the floor and took a seat on the couch. He checked his phone, trying to distract himself from whatever might happen next. The best he had ever hoped for was some light, awkward flirting. But this…

Mike heard footsteps in the hall and put his phone away as the door opened. Wilbur stepped in, still wearing his sunglasses. Wilbur was just like Orville in build and stature, and if it weren’t for the glasses and Wilbur’s much deeper voice, the two might be impossible to tell apart. He said as he entered the room, “Tower tells me our walker is in distress and in need of a different set of wings.”

Mike stared at Wilbur, unsure how to respond.

Orville pushed past his brother. “Stop with the code, Wilbur. We’re not on the clock.”

Wilbur blushed and scratched the back of his head. “Uh, sorry, it’s hard to turn off once I switch it on.” He approached the couch and said, “Orville thinks we ought to get to know each other better than just pilot and passenger.”

Mike glanced at Orville, the dodo smiling. He licked his lips. “Orville, uh, thinks that?”

Wilbur sat on the couch next to Mike. Very next. His broad hips and thigh touched Mike’s. The human sucked in a breath and held it while Wilbur grabbed his knee. Feathered fingers squeezed his leg and slid toward his thigh. “Come on, son,” Wilbur said, “No need to get coy with us. You’re already here.”

Across the room, the kettle started whistling.

“I’ll get that,” Orville said.

Mike, red down to his neck, asked, “Shouldn’t we take our tea?”

“It can wait,” Wilbur said. The dodo leaned in while his hand roved toward Mike’s crotch. Fingers squeezed Mike’s length and he gasped. Wilbur’s beak rubbed into his neck, nipping at Mike’s throat. Trembling, Mike wrapped his arms around the big dodo, pulling him closer. The dodo stroked the human’s dick as it throbbed in his jeans. Wilbur’s tongue licked up the side of his neck.

At the same time, a hand rested on his head. It was Orville, come to stand beside Mike, his pants removed and shirt unbuttoned. He pulled Mike’s face into his soft, downy pubic feathers. A hot, sweaty musk struck the human’s senses and he moaned. Against Mike’s chin, Orville’s large, flaccid uncut cock twitched to life.

Wilbur was undoing the button of his jeans while Orville whispered, “This is what you wanted, hmm?” It was, but Mike did not expect things to move so quickly. Face being pushed into dodo dick, he could not exactly complain. Orville shoved Mike beneath his cock, and the human started licking up the chubby, soft shaft. It was salty with sweat. Mike kissed the tip before wrapping his lips around the head. Soft, it was thick as most of the dicks he ever sucked. “Oh, we got to keep him, Wilbur.”

“Heh, think so?” Wilbur said. He had gotten Mike’s jeans unbuttoned and started pulling them down. Mike shifted his weight to make it easier, mouth fixed to the cock he serviced. He ran his tongue back and forth over Orville’s foreskin. A bead of precum was rewarded for his attentions before Orville added a little more pressure to the back of Mike’s head. The human obediently sucked down the stiffening shaft. Already it filled Mike’s mouth, ready to grow down his throat. Mike had no choice but the let it. Orville pinned Mike’s face to his crotch and ground against it. The human’s eyes watered, face red and forced against belly and crotch feathers. The wonderful smell of Orville’s body left Mike pleasantly dazed as dick began to swell down his esophagus. Mike swallowed around it, feeling the shaft twitch in his mouth as he did. Orville sighed and began pumping his hips.

Wilbur got off Mike’s pants and shoes before getting up off the couch. He went to an end table near the bed and retrieved a bottle of lube. By then Orville had started fucking Mike’s face, and Wilbur returned to guide Mike’s legs up onto the couch. A lubed, feathered finger pressed against Mike’s entrance. Mike had only a moment to tense in anticipation before Wilbur pressed his finger inside. Mike grabbed his hamstrings and spread his legs wider to encourage the dodo to add more.

Orville grunted. “He’s, ah, a natural at this.”

“Heh, I don’t think he will take much prep back here either,” Wilbur said. That lubed finger worked in and out of Mike. His rim tingled just a little from the minor stretching, but he was too busy swallowing cock to even notice the addition of a second finger. Something about Orville using his face like Mike was a toy was relaxing. Like he found his place between these two dodo brothers toying with him.

Soon enough Mike’s asshole was slick with lube. Wilbur said, “I want to do a tower with him.”

Orville paused, dick buried in Mike’s throat. The human kept swallowing while they talked. “You think he can take it?” Orville said.

“He’ll take it,” Wilbur said in a deep-voiced growl that made Mike whimper around the dick in his mouth.

“Alright,” Orville pulled his dick free. Once it bobbed in the air, Mike could see the dodo was about nine inches long. The uncut dick glistened with spit, a little trail of saliva connected to Mike’s lip for a moment.

Then Wilbur turned Mike’s face with a gentle hand. Mike saw in the Wilbur’s aviators the reflection of someone still dazed by the dick they were sucking. The dodo smiled and said, “Stand up on the couch, son.”

Mike did as he was told, feeling a little silly when he towered over the two brothers, till Wilbur ordered, “Now I want you to lean back into me. I’ll catch ya, don’t worry. I’m as strong as I look.” Said with a cocky smirk. But both brothers were muscular and wide. Mike didn’t doubt their strength. He slowly leaned backwards into Wilbur, gasping when the dodo picked Mike up by the legs. He fell against Wilbur’s belly, the dodo grunting as he took Mike’s weight. Wilbur held Mike up by the pit of his knees, Mike’s butt resting along the length of Wilbur’s cock and legs spread eagle for Orville.

Wilbur asked over Mike’s shoulder, “You want in first, brother?”

Orville grinned. “I did bring him back here.”

“Seems only fair. I got first picking of that lizard last week.”

“Heh, bet this one will be frequent flyer, too,” Orville said, stepping forward and caressing Mike’s cheek.

Mike nodded, a little too worked up to talk.

Orville did not seem to mind. He grabbed the lube from the coffee table and squirted the liquid along his cock, being sure to rub it up and down his flesh. Mike felt the brothers’ dicks rub together as one cock pushed the other out of the way. Wilbur huffed a little in Mike’s ear at the touch. Orville stepped closer, his stomach now rubbing against Mike’s dick. Those soft feathers made the human’s shaft flex against the round gut. At the same time Orville found Mike’s entrance. Firm, thick cockhead pushed against it, but the slick, experienced hole yielded readily to Orville’s fat length.

Both males gasped at the entry. Mike grit his teeth at the sharp burn of the initial spreading, smoothed out by the growing pressure of Orville’s cock sinking inside the human. Without exchanging a word, Orville took Mike’s legs and Wilbur released him. Suddenly Mike leaned against the other male, sinking down on his dick. Orville grunted and held Mike by his rear, pumping his hips up and down. Dick stirred up and loosened his hole more. Mike’s tender walls twitched, undulated around the cock rearranging his insides. He panted, as Orville’s cock stroked his prostate. Mike’s dick ground into the dodo’s belly, and the human humped stupidly into the gut to stimulate himself even more. His lower half burned with pleasure.

“I think he’s read,” Orville said, a little strained.

Wilbur stroked his now lubed dick. He could see Mike’s ass split by Orville’s cock. The shaft nearly buried to the root. Dark flesh of Mike’s pucker pulled in and out by the grinding shaft. All while their plaything squirmed and huffed against Orville’s shoulder, hanging onto the dodo for dear life.

Mike felt Wilbur’s belly push up against his back again, before an equally large cock rubbed against his ass. He went still. Mike knew this was going to happen, but he still wasn’t sure he could take both thick cocks without breaking in half. But maybe he would be better broken? As pressure began to mount on his asshole, he held still. Wilbur’s cock pushed firm and hard until Mike’s backside began to ache. Then, by degrees, he felt his rim begin to yield. Mike whimpered as burning along his pucker became more and more present. He had never been stretched so much in his life, but Wilbur refused to yield and Orville held him still… till cock speared inside him.

Mike cried out. A quick sound of pain as that intrusion hurt like the first time he penetrated himself with a toy. He sucked in a breath while Wilbur whispered in his ear, “You’re doing, nngh, great son. Now, little more…” Wilbur pumped his hips. Mike groaned as more dick slid inside him.

Orville gasped and said, “Fuck… I love feeling you rub against me, Wilbur.”

“Even better with a warm hole around us, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” Orville said.

Mike could barely hold it together. There was so much pressure on his prostate. It was a tight knot of pleasure in his body ready to burst. His cock leaked all over Orville’s belly feathers while Wilbur got his dick deep as his brother’s. Mike felt the pulse of the siblings’ cocks against his walls. His muscles were stretched to their limit. Left gaping like this ached, but the pleasure was so much more.

Then the brothers started moving. They humped in small motions while Orville lifted Mike up and down on their endowments. Both dicks stirred Mike’s insides up until the pleasure bubbled through his body. Burning. Boiling. His balls tightened against the dodo’s gut. However, with his prostate smashed as it was, he barely came at all. He stayed right at what felt like a precipice, while each pump from the brothers smeared more, weak spurts of cum against Orville’s belly. Mike squirmed and moaned, the pleasure making him lightheaded.

Wilbur reached under Mike’s shirt and began teasing the human’s nipples. Feathery palms pushed the flesh in, rolled it around before the buds were pinched. Wilbur kept up these teasing motions, increasing Mike’s pleasure. The dodo also licked up the side of his neck. Tongue teased Mike’s sensitive earlobe. Each sensation too much. Like his dick rubbing against that downy gut. It practically hurt being stimulated like that while the brothers pumped and fucked Mike through the most drawn out orgasm of his life. His balls remained tight and tense, but he was too full of cock to clench and get a proper release. He just stayed on that precipice while two meaty shafts pushed, prodded, leaked inside him. His prostate was practically smothered, and Mike could not be happier.

He loved being a toy between them. Wilbur squeezed Mike’s chest and both brother’s started pumping faster. Orville moaned. “God brother, your dick feels too good.”

“You gonna cum? Pump this slut’s hole?” Wilbur growled into Mike’s ear.

“Y-yes, fuck, fuck…”

“Cum for me, Orville. Cum for your brother.”

“Oh fuck, Wilbur!” Orville slammed Mike down on his dick, trembling and shaft twitching inside his human cocksleeve. His cock jerked when it erupted inside Mike. Cum, thick waves of spunk, blossomed inside him and quickly spilled out between the shafts that left his hole gaping. It spilled across the dodos’ fat balls and dripped all over the floor. More and more spilling out every time Wilbur pulled out to thrust back in. He was fucking Mike frantically, trying to both get off and also extend his brother’s orgasm by thrusting his shaft along Orville’s dick. Wilbur’s rutting made Mike’s asshole practically froth with cum as it was pumped in and spilled out of him.

Orville begged, “Come on brother, cum—cum like you do when you fuck me—fill this slut.”

Mike’s own drawn out orgasm finally found its release at that. His walls went tight and he screamed, dick spurting a fresh wave of spunk on Orville’s belly. Wilbur cursed and hilted Mike a moment after. The human’s walls squeezed and milked both shafts best he could as Wilbur’s massive balls clenched and jumped beneath his messy, dripping asshole. Fresh dodo cum joined Orville’s. It filled Mike anew, making him feel a little bloated as Wilbur’s thick cum filled up every inch of Mike. With both dicks hilted inside him, it acted as a seal, keeping the seed in Mike’s stomach till his skin felt taut and stretched out. His belly sloshing with the brothers’ cum.

Mike didn’t know how long that ecstasy lasted. He stayed still, twitching and panting with the brothers. Till, Wilbur said, “Hey, Orville.”

“Yeah?”

“Think we can convince our slut here to come work for us?”

“As what?”

Wilbur grunted, pumping his dick. “Flight attendant sounds good to me. What do you say, slut?”

Mike, shivering with pleasure still, said, “F-fuck… any… anything you s-say c-captain.”