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The first thing Norman Takamori did, once he was back in his body, was take a long and MUCH needed shower. He was so focused on it that, only after he finished did he realize he would be trooping back to his bunk in nothing but a towel. He, mercifully, didn't have it in him to feel self-conscious.
In the tiled bathroom, with hot water cascading over him, his body scrubbed tender and pink, he got reacquainted with his junk. It'd been a long time that felt like even longer. He played with it for a while, which was exciting in a mundane way- mostly the same as going a rigon without jerking off- but he didn't have any fantasy sustainable enough to reach a happy ending.
So when he made it back to barracks, his semi could have held up his towel. And then there were the Barrys.
In the late night of their reunion, Syx and Nyne were delirious like over-tired children and horned up like teenagers. They were humping loudly in Syx's bunk, pulling hair and slapping pecs. Norm couldn't help but stare.
There was a latent sexuality to all male-bonding behavior, of course, but in the military it didn't get very far. It was too dangerous to entertain; the price of following through was never worth the risk. Safer to stick to pin-ups and your hand.
But Norman had come back to a whole new world, apparently.
“Hey, Skip. Er. Skipper,” Barry Syx bumbled. “You don't mind, right?”
Norm shook his head slowly. “Go right ahead.”
“You can join in if you want, man,” Barry Nyne added casually, like they were all bros here instead of having basically just met a few marbecs ago. Norm didn't really have friends, so, for all he knew, maybe that was all it took to be bros.
“I don't know if anybody can handle two Barrys,” Syx pondered, “‘cept maybe another Barry.”
Could he be the man to handle two Barrys? Norman thought. It was more sex than he'd ever considered before. It was intimidating. It was tempting. What the hell, he thought, he could at least watch and jerk off. He wandered over to Barry's bunk, trying not to seem too eager, but probably failing miserably.
“Yeah-heh, step right up, new friend!” Barry Nyne grinned as the Skipper approached. “Plenty to go around.”
Norm dropped his towel and fondled himself. On closer inspection, he could see what the Barrys were doing. They were firmly docked, girthy dicks latched together with sticky foreskin. It was something else he didn't know about. Circumcision was ubiquitous in Amercadia. He didn't remember when he'd learned that dicks weren't naturally built that way, maybe just from porn. He'd never actually seen uncut dicks up close.
“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, feeling himself go fully hard. “Oh, fuck.”
The Barrys chuckled at this reaction. Nyne was stroking their connected shafts and teasing Syx's nipples. Syx reached out for Norm.
“I'll suck it,” he offered.
“Wha-?” Norm's eyes crossed and he had to pull his hand away to stop from spilling right there. “Whoa. I. Oh, man.”
Barry Nyne laughed and slapped Norm's shoulder. “Damn, you're wound up, man! Has it been a while, or what?”
“Uh, yeah,” Norman panted. He could feel Skip in here with him, interested in the proceedings.
“It's okay, dude. After the first one, you last longer,” Syx explained sagely.
It made Norm laugh, breaking his trance. He shuffled closer and started stroking himself again. The Barrys continued rutting and making out, sensing that Norm wasn't ready to jump into the deep end yet. They both sucked on Nyne's fingers, which he then stuck inside Syx's butt. Norm watched Barry Syx's face contort in ecstasy, his bulked-up body squirming.
“Yeah, Barry!” Syx moaned and lifted his hips. “Oh, shit, Barry!”
Nyne stuck his tongue out and grunted, pleased with himself. “Come closer, man, spill it on him,” he invited Norm.
Norm leaned against Barry's bunk and jerked off watching Nyne fuck Syx with both hands. He looked at Barry Syx's face- tongue lolling out in satisfaction- and came. He shivered and cursed as his dick painted Syx's hairy chest. Nyne pulled his fingers out of Barry and swiped them through the come, then put them back in.
“Oh, fuck-” Norm gasped. His legs were shaking. He didn't get soft.
Nyne fingerfucked Syx hard, still stroking their dicks roughly. Barry Syx gripped the sheets and whined.
“Oh, you should fuck him, dude!” Barry Nyne exclaimed, like it was the solution to a dilemma he'd been working on. “He's gotta get stretched out before I'm gonna fit in there.”
“I can take it, Barry!” Syx insisted, but it was moot.
“You're too tight, dude. Is there any lube around here?”
Barry Syx directed Nyne to a stash of Pleasure Putty, and Nyne started to carefully detach them in order to get it.
“Could I, uh, help with that?” Norm asked, Skip feeding him the idea.
Barry Nyne shrugged. “Yeah, dude, go ahead.”
Norm bent over the bunk and put his mouth on the overlapping Barry foreskin. His tongue worked around the circumference, teasing under taut skin, slowly easing Nyne's sheath loose from Syx's thick head. In turn, Syx's foreskin dropped from Nyne's head. The Barrys shivered as they popped loose.
“Hot.” Barry Syx jovially gripped Norm's shoulder.
Barry Nyne scampered off to collect the lube. Norman turned to Barry Syx, who had soft eyes and soft lips waiting for him. Syx looked like he wanted Norm to kiss him, and Skip helped him realize it was in fact a possibility to kiss a guy. Norm leaned forward and put his lips on Barry's. It was nice. It had been long enough since Norm had kissed anybody that he had forgotten how it felt when soft, warm lips locked just right- like the whole world falling into place.
“Get in here, Skipper.” Syx coaxed Norm onto the bunk.
Norman felt brain-dead. The idea of putting his cock in Barry Syx was breaking his brain. Skip took over enough to get him kneeling on the bed between Barry's beefy thighs.
“Whoa, holy shit-” He caressed the hypertrophied quad muscles. Barry felt like he was carved out of marble. “Fuck-” His cock rutted against Barry while he felt him up.
Nyne returned and spread Pleasure Putty out across Syx's taint. Norm was spurred to action, rubbing the head of his dick through the pink goo and then sliding into Barry Syx. Barry immediately groaned, letting his pleasure be known loudly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Barry encouraged Norm, wrapping his arms around him, grabbing his ass and shoving them together.
The Skipper started thrusting hard and sloppy. Oh, man, he wouldn't make it long, he already knew. The Pleasure Putty was going to put him in a coma.
Norman Takamori had been content in the void. Truly. He'd even been afraid to return. But now, damn it felt good to be alive.
“That's it, Barry,” Nyne cooed. He offered his dick to Syx, who wrapped his lips around it. “Yeah, take it, Barry. You look so good.”
“Barry,” Norman groaned, “feels good- ah- Barry!”
“Yeah, do me, Skip! Fuck me good, man.”
Norm didn't have the brain power to let the the name “Skip” grate on him (or get jealous that it seemed like the alien inside him had already fucked around with Barry Syx). Everything felt too good and nothing else mattered. Norm growled, unconsciously worked harder, letting everything pent up drain out of him through his feverishly fucking hips.
“Mmmm mmmmm mmmmm-” Barry moaned with Nyne's chunky cock filling up his throat. Barry Nyne gave Syx a few love taps on his face, and angled his dick so it bulged Syx's cheek.
“Fuck, I'm gonna come!” Norm held Barry's hips tight and pushed as deep as he could as he spilled.
“Yeah! That's it, get him all lubed up in there.” Nyne reached over to play with Syx's dick.
Slowly, Norm slid out of Barry and relinquished his position to Barry Nyne.
“I know you can take this, Barry,” Nyne soothed, rubbing a hand over Syx's belly.
“Yeah, I can take it, Barry. Do it. Do it.”
Nyne pushed his head against Syx's hole, but the tight muscle wouldn't let him in. He drizzled more lube on the situation and kept pushing.
“Relax, Barry. Let me in, man.” Nyne pushed harder, until finally the sphincter yielded enough that he slid inside.
“OH FUCK BARRY!” Syx shouted. “Oh, fuck!”
“Yeah,” Barry Nyne chuckled. “You like that big dick stretching your ass, don't you, Barry?”
“Yeah, fuck, fuck, I love it! Stretch me out, man!”
“Yeah!” Nyne started thrusting, making Syx howl.
“Fuck! So. Good. Barry!” The feeling of his taint being pushed and pulled by Nyne's massive shaft made him snarl and purr.
“Yeah, I knew you could do it, Barry. You're so good at this,” Nyne praised. “Take that dick! That tight hole feels so fucking good.”
“Holy fuck,” Norm muttered, peering down into the space between the Barrys, watching Syx get absolutely reamed. His dick would not get soft. Lights popped in his vision and he shook his head. He felt a little dizzy. He fell onto the bunk next to Barry's just to save himself from collapsing to the floor.
“Gimme that dick, man.” Barry Syx tipped his head back, opening his mouth for Norm.
But how will he breathe? Norman wondered as Skip scooted them forward until their knees framed Syx's face. He'll manage, Skip replied. He'll tap out if he needs to. Norman shook his head in disbelief. Okay, I guess. Here goes nothing.
Norm fed Barry his dick, his balls falling on Barry's face. Barry Syx swallowed it like it was easy. Norm's body naturally led him to lean forward gradually more and more, until he might as well play with Barry's dick. He grabbed it and began to stroke it. He watched, rapt, Barry Nyne's cock fucking Syx.
The more he stroked Syx's cock- with Syx sucking his, taking a few breaks but mostly keeping it in his mouth or down his throat- the more he felt compelled to take it in his own mouth. All he could really do was suckle the head, feeling like that alone filled his entire mouth like a too-big bite of steak. He adjusted to it slowly, however. He enjoyed fidgeting the foreskin with his tongue, then he wanted to try getting his lips around it and manipulating the thin sheath with suction.
Barry Syx got his hands on the Pleasure Putty at some point and started teasing Norm's asshole with it. He immediately tensed, definitely not ready for that leap yet. Barry seemed to sense it.
“I don't, uh-”
Barry released Norm's dick and mumbled, “it's okay, Skipper. Lemme just try this instead-”
What happened next knocked Norman Takamori out of the driver's seat of his own body. Barry Syx swiped his tongue over his asshole, causing a wave of overwhelming pleasure the man didn't even know was possible.
“What are you doing to him, Barry!” Nyne laughed. He steadied Norm with a hand on his shoulder.
“Hiiiiii,” Skip slurred, eyes a bit crossed.
“Hey, bud,” Barry Nyne greeted him. “Take it easy on him, Barry!”
Barry Syx did not take it easy. He ate Skip's ass hungrily, clearly getting off on it, fucking himself on Barry Nyne.
“Ooohhhhh, oohhhhh, huh- hyhhuuhhhh-” Skip shuddered and hung on to Barry Nyne.
“Hey, you want me to make him stop?” Nyne asked Skip, holding his face.
“No, fuck, please-” Norman Takamori surfaced, gasping for air, adrift in a sea of pleasure. “Don't stop. God, Barry, don't fucking stop.”
Barry Nyne kissed him. “‘Atta boy, Skipper!”
“Holy shit-” Norm panted, then he pulled Barry Nyne into another kiss.
“Yeah,” Nyne growled, fisting Norm's cock. “Fuck his face.” Nyne slammed into Barry Syx so hard it had him moaning between Norm's ass cheeks.
“God!” Norm shouted. He felt more alive and more utterly out-of-control than he ever had, and it was good. So good.
Nyne kissed him sloppy, tongues coming into play, while he stroked Norm in one hand and Syx in the other.
The Barrys’ stamina was too much for Norm's fragile constitution, and he came screaming after only a few martrons of the treatment. Oversensitive and seeing stars, he quickly extricated himself and flopped down on another bunk. He watched with heavy eyelids while the Barrys continued going at it. He passed out sweaty and splattered with his own come, to the sound of the Barrys grunting.