I'm standing at the gate, staring down at my boarding pass with a scowl on my face.
Middle seat. Row 23. Fucking middle seat.
I'm wearing a black hoodie and gray sweatpants—comfortable for the flight back to boarding school, but now I'm regretting not dressing up a bit more. Maybe if I looked more put-together, the gate agent would be more willing to help me out.
I walk up to the desk, putting on my most charming smile. "Hi, excuse me? I was wondering if there's any way I could switch seats? I got stuck with a middle seat and—"
The gate agent—a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and a tight bun—doesn't even look up from her computer. "I'm sorry, the flight is completely full. There are no other seats available."
"Are you sure?" I press, leaning against the counter. "Maybe an aisle seat? Or even a window?"
She finally looks up at me, her expression flat. "I'm sure. You'll have to make do with what you have."
I bite back a groan and step away from the desk. Fucking great. A middle seat on a two-hour flight. Just what I needed.
I board the plane, shuffling down the narrow aisle with my backpack slung over one shoulder. The cabin is mostly empty—just a few scattered passengers here and there—and I find my row easily enough.
Row 23. Middle seat.
I shove my backpack into the overhead compartment and drop into the seat, pulling out my phone and earbuds. I put on some music—something loud and aggressive to match my mood—and lean back, closing my eyes.
Maybe if I just zone out, the flight won't be so bad.
I'm halfway through the second song when I feel the plane start to shift slightly, the telltale sign of more passengers boarding. I open my eyes and glance toward the front of the cabin.
And then I see them.
One by one, they start filing onto the plane—huge, muscular guys in matching red shirts with "STATE RUGBY" printed across the chest in bold white letters. They're all tall, all built like fucking gods, and they're all laughing and joking with each other as they make their way down the aisle.
Holy shit.
I sit up a little straighter, pulling out one earbud so I can hear better. There are at least twenty of them, maybe more, and they're taking up almost every seat on the plane. The cabin is suddenly filled with deep voices, loud laughter, and the smell of cologne mixed with sweat.
I watch as two of them approach my row—both of them massive, both of them so fucking hot I can barely process it.
The one on the left is tall—easily 6'4"—with broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms that strain against the sleeves of his shirt. His hair is dark brown, cut short and neat, and his face is all sharp angles and strong features. He has a square jaw, high cheekbones, and bright blue eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles. His chest is huge, his pecs pushing against the fabric of his shirt, and I can see the outline of his abs through the tight material.
He looks like a fucking model. Or a superhero.
The one on the right is just as tall, just as built, but his features are softer, more boyish. He has short hair and his eyes are a warm hazel. His smile is wide and goofy, showing off perfect white teeth, and there's a dimple in his left cheek. His body is just as impressive as the other guy's—thick pecs, massive biceps, a narrow waist that flares out into powerful thighs.
They're both wearing the same red rugby shirts, and they're both carrying duffel bags that look like they weigh a ton.
"Excuse me, man," the one on the left says, his voice deep and friendly. "I think I'm in the window seat."
I stand up quickly, stepping into the aisle to let him pass. He squeezes by me, his body brushing against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. He smells like cologne and sweat and something else—something musky and masculine that makes my cock twitch.
He drops into the window seat, and the one on the right grins at me. "Looks like I'm on the aisle. Guess you're stuck in the middle, huh?"
"Yeah," I say, forcing a smile. "Lucky me."
He laughs—a big, dumb, happy sound—and slides into the aisle seat. I sit back down in the middle, and suddenly I'm sandwiched between two massive, muscular rugby players.
Their bodies are so big that I can feel them pressing against me on both sides. The guy on the left—the one with the dark hair and blue eyes—has his shoulder pressed against mine, and I can feel the hard muscle of his bicep every time he moves. The guy on the right has his thigh pressed against mine, and it's so thick and solid that I can barely move my leg.
I'm completely surrounded by them. Trapped between their huge, hot bodies.
"I'm Jack, by the way," the guy on the left says, turning to look at me. His blue eyes are bright and friendly, and there's a dumb, puppy-like quality to his expression that makes him even hotter.
"Kyle," the guy on the right adds, grinning. "You heading to school or something?"
"Yeah," I say, pulling out my other earbud. "Boarding school. You guys?"
"Rugby tournament," Jack says, his chest puffing out a little with pride. "We're the State University team. Headed to nationals."
"That's cool," I say, letting my eyes roam over his body. His shirt is stretched tight across his chest, and I can see the way his pecs are pushing against the fabric, thick and heavy. "You guys must be pretty good."
"We're the best," Kyle says, flexing his bicep. It bulges obscenely, the muscle hard and defined, and I have to bite my lip to keep from reaching out and touching it.
They're both so fucking dumb. So confident and clueless.
I can already tell this flight is going to be fun.
The rest of the team finishes boarding, and the cabin is now packed with hot, muscular rugby players. They're all talking and laughing, their voices loud and boisterous, and the energy in the cabin is electric.
The plane door closes, and the flight attendants start going through the safety demonstration. I barely pay attention—I'm too focused on the way Jack's thigh is pressed against mine, the way Kyle's arm is brushing against my shoulder every time he moves.
The captain's voice crackles over the intercom. "Good afternoon, folks. This is your captain speaking. We've got a bit of a situation here—there's a mechanical issue that needs to be addressed before we can take off. We're looking at about a thirty-minute delay. We apologize for the inconvenience and appreciate your patience."
A collective groan goes up from the rugby team, and I feel Jack shift beside me, his body pressing even closer.
"Great," Kyle mutters, leaning back in his seat. "Just what we need."
The minutes tick by, and the cabin starts to get warmer. The air conditioning isn't working properly, and with so many bodies packed into the small space, the temperature is rising fast.
I can feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead, and I pull off my hoodie, tossing it onto my lap. Underneath, I'm wearing a tight white tank top that clings to my torso, showing off my narrow waist and the faint outline of my abs.
Jack and Kyle both glance at me, their eyes lingering on my body for a moment before they look away.
Around us, the other rugby players are starting to strip off their shirts, revealing massive chests, thick arms, and ripped abs. The cabin is suddenly filled with the sight of half-naked jocks, their bodies glistening with sweat.
Jack pulls off his shirt, and I nearly choke.
His chest is fucking incredible. His pecs are huge and thick, jutting out from his torso like slabs of muscle. They're covered in a light dusting of dark hair, and his nipples are small and pink, hard from the heat. His abs are a perfect six-pack, each muscle defined and carved, and his obliques cut down into the waistband of his jeans in sharp V-lines.
He's a fucking god.
Kyle pulls off his shirt too, and his body is just as impressive. His pecs are smooth and hairless, thick and heavy, and they bounce slightly when he moves. His abs are just as defined as Jack's, and his arms are massive, his biceps bulging every time he shifts.
I'm surrounded by two half-naked, sweaty, muscular jocks, and my cock is already getting hard.
I shift in my seat, trying to adjust myself, and I pull off my sweatpants, leaving me in just my tank top and a pair of tight black boxer briefs. The fabric clings to my ass, showing off the round, smooth curves of my bubble butt.
Jack and Kyle both glance down, their eyes widening slightly, and I can see the way their gazes linger on my body.
The cabin is sweltering now, the air thick and humid. The smell of sweat and musk is overwhelming, and I can feel the heat radiating off Jack and Kyle's bodies, pressing against me from both sides.
"Fuck, it's hot," Kyle groans, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I wish we had our buddy with us."
"Yeah," Jack agrees, his voice low and wistful. "He always knows how to keep us relaxed."
I raise an eyebrow, turning to look at Jack. "Your buddy?"
"Yeah," Jack says, nodding. "We've got this guy back at school who helps the team out. He does these bonding techniques—massages, breathing exercises, stuff like that. Keeps us focused and relaxed before big games."
Kyle groans, his head falling back against the seat. "God, I wish he were here right now. I'm so fucking tense."
I bite back a grin. This is too perfect.
"I could help you out," I say casually, my voice low and sultry. "I know a few bonding techniques myself."
Jack and Kyle both turn to look at me, their eyes wide and curious.
"Really?" Kyle asks, his voice hopeful. "You know how to do that stuff?"
"Yeah," I say, sliding my hand down to the waistband of my boxer briefs. "I've helped a lot of guys relax. It's all about trust and physical connection."
I hook my fingers into the waistband and slide my boxer briefs down slowly, revealing my smooth, round bubble butt. The fabric slides down my thighs, and I kick it off, leaving me completely naked except for my tank top.
Jack and Kyle's eyes go wide, their gazes locked on my ass.
"Holy shit," Jack breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your ass is... fuck."
"Yeah," Kyle adds, his hand reaching out to touch me. His fingers brush against my hip, and I can feel the way they're trembling slightly. "Can we... can we touch?"
"Of course," I say, turning to face Kyle. "That's what bonding is all about."
Kyle's hands slide down to my ass, his big palms cupping my cheeks and squeezing. His fingers dig into the soft flesh, massaging and kneading, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning.
"You're so smooth," Kyle murmurs, his voice awed. "And so fucking round."
Jack leans over, his hand joining Kyle's, and they're both groping my ass now, their hands sliding over my skin, squeezing and massaging.
"This is amazing," Jack says, his voice breathless. "Our buddy back at school does this too. It's all about building trust and connection."
"Exactly," I say, turning to face Jack. I lean in and press my lips to his, kissing him deeply.
Jack groans into my mouth, his hands sliding up to my waist, pulling me closer. His tongue slides against mine, hot and wet, and I can taste the faint hint of mint on his breath.
I pull away from Jack and turn to Kyle, pressing my lips to his. Kyle's kiss is just as hungry, just as desperate, and his hands slide down to my ass again, squeezing hard.
We're all sweating now, our bodies slick and slippery, and the heat in the cabin is almost unbearable. Around us, the other rugby players are watching, their eyes wide and curious. A few of them have pulled off their pants, leaving them in just their underwear, and I can see the way their cocks are getting hard, tenting the fabric.
Kyle pulls me onto his lap, and I straddle him, my ass pressing against his crotch. I can feel the thick bulge of his cock through his jeans, hard and pulsing, and I grind down against it, making him groan.
"Fuck," Kyle breathes, his hands sliding up my thighs. "You feel so good."
Jack leans over, gets on his knees in the tight space, his face level with my ass, and I feel his hot breath against my skin. Then his tongue—wet and warm—drags across my hole, and I gasp, my whole body jerking.
"Oh fuck," I moan, my head falling back. "Jack—"
Jack's tongue circles my hole, licking and teasing, and then he pushes it inside, slowly, carefully. The sensation is incredible—hot and wet and so fucking good—and I can feel the way my hole is clenching around his tongue, trying to pull him deeper.
"You taste so good," Jack murmurs against my skin, his voice muffled. "So fucking good."
He pushes his tongue deeper, fucking me with it, and I'm moaning now, my hands gripping Kyle's shoulders for support.
Kyle's hands are on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart so Jack can get deeper, and I can feel the way his fingers are digging into my skin, holding me open.
"This is the best bonding technique," Kyle says, his voice awed. "Our buddy does this too. It's all about trust and physical connection."
"Yeah," I gasp, grinding down against Kyle's lap. "Exactly."
Jack pulls his tongue out, and I whimper at the loss. But then I feel his fingers—thick and rough—pressing against my hole, rubbing in slow circles.
"You're so tight," Jack murmurs, his voice low and hungry. "So fucking tight."
He pushes one finger inside, slowly, and I moan, my whole body trembling. His finger is so thick, stretching me, filling me, and I can feel the way my hole is clenching around it, trying to pull him deeper.
"More," I gasp, my voice shaky. "Please—"
Jack pushes another finger inside, and I cry out, my back arching. His fingers are so deep, so thick, and he's curling them, rubbing against that spot inside me that makes me see stars.
"Fuck," I moan, my hands gripping Kyle's shoulders harder. "Jack—fuck—"
Kyle leans in and kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I kiss him back desperately, my whole body trembling.
Around us, the other rugby players are watching, their eyes wide and hungry. A few of them are stroking their cocks through their underwear, their breathing heavy.
Jack pulls his fingers out, and I whimper again. But then I feel him shifting behind me, and I turn to see him pulling off his shorts and underwear.
His cock springs free, and I nearly choke.
It's fucking massive. At least ten inches, thick and long, with a fat head that's already leaking pre-cum. It's cut, the head smooth and pink, and there are thick veins running along the shaft.
"Holy shit," I breathe, my eyes wide. "Jack—"
My ass is in the air now, my hole exposed and slick from Jack's spit, and I can feel the way the cool air is hitting my skin, making me shiver.
Jack leans in and starts eating me out again, his tongue pushing deep inside me, and I moan, my whole body trembling. His tongue is so hot, so wet, and he's licking and sucking and slobbering all over my hole, making obscene wet sounds that fill the cabin.
"Oh fuck," I moan, my hands gripping the seat in front of me. "Jack—fuck—"
Kyle stands up and pulls off his jeans and underwear, and his cock is just as impressive as Jack's. Ten inches, thick and cut, with a fat head that's leaking pre-cum.
He moves in front of me, his cock right in front of my face, and I open my mouth, taking him inside.
Kyle groans, his hands flying to my head, and he starts to thrust, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. I choke on it, gagging, and drool spills out of my mouth, dripping down my chin.
"Fuck," Kyle moans, his hips thrusting faster. "Your mouth is so good—"
Jack is still eating me out, his tongue pushing deep inside me, and I'm moaning around Kyle's cock, the vibrations making him groan.
Behind me, I feel someone else moving, and I glance back to see another rugby player—a tall guy with dark skin and a shaved head—standing behind Jack, watching.
"Can I join?" he asks, his voice hopeful.
"Yeah," Jack says, pulling his tongue out of my hole. "Go for it."
The guy moves behind me, and I feel his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. Then his tongue—hot and wet—is licking my hole, and I moan, my whole body trembling.
Jack moves to the side, and I see him stroking his cock, his eyes locked on my face as I suck Kyle's cock.
I pull off Kyle's cock with a wet pop and turn to Jack, wrapping my hand around his shaft. It's so thick I can barely get my fingers around it, and it's pulsing in my hand, leaking pre-cum.
I lean in and drag my tongue along the underside, from the base to the tip, and Jack groans, his hips jerking.
"Fuck," Jack moans, his hand flying to my head. "Lukas—"
I take the tip into my mouth, sucking gently, and then I push down, taking more of his cock inside. It's so thick, so long, and I can feel the way it's stretching my jaw, filling my mouth completely.
I start bobbing my head, slow and sensual, and Jack is moaning above me, his hands tangling in my hair.
Behind me, the guy eating me out pulls away, and I feel someone else moving into position. I glance back to see Kyle, his cock in his hand, stroking slowly.
"Can I?" Kyle asks, his voice hopeful.
"Yeah," I gasp, pulling off Jack's cock. "Please—"
Kyle moves behind me, and I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my hole. He rubs it up and down, sliding it between my ass cheeks, and I moan, pushing back against him.
"You're so smooth," Kyle murmurs, his hands gripping my hips. "So fucking smooth."
He keeps sliding his cock between my cheeks, grinding against me, and I can feel the way his pre-cum is coating my skin, making everything slick and wet.
"Please," I gasp, my voice shaky. "Kyle—please—"
Kyle lines up his cock with my hole and starts to push inside, slowly, carefully. The thick head presses against my entrance, and I bite my lip, trying to relax.
"Fuck," Kyle groans, his hands gripping my hips harder. "You're so tight—"
He pushes in another inch, and I cry out, my whole body trembling. His cock is so thick, so long, stretching me, filling me, and I can feel every inch of him as he slides deeper.
"Oh fuck," I moan, my hands gripping the seat in front of me. "Kyle—fuck—"
Kyle keeps pushing, inch by inch, until he's buried completely inside me. I can feel the way his hips are pressed against my ass, the way his cock is pulsing inside me, and I'm so full, so stretched, that I can barely breathe.
"Fuck," Kyle groans, his whole body trembling. "You feel so good—"
He starts to move, pulling out slowly and then pushing back in, and I moan, my back arching. His cock is hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, making me see stars.
Jack groans, his hands gripping my head, and he starts to thrust, pushing his cock deeper into my throat.
I'm being fucked from both ends now—Kyle's cock slamming into my ass, Jack's cock fucking my throat—and I'm moaning and gagging and drooling, completely lost in the sensation.
Around us, the other rugby players are watching, their eyes wide and hungry. Some of them are stroking their cocks, their breathing heavy, and I can hear the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the cabin.
"This is so cool," one of them says, his voice awed. "This is the best bonding I've ever seen."
"Yeah," another one agrees, his hand moving faster on his cock. "We should do this all the time."
Kyle is fucking me harder now, his hips slamming against my ass, and I can feel the way his cock is pulsing inside me, getting thicker, harder.
"Fuck," Kyle groans, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know there will be bruises. "Lukas—fuck—"
Jack is fucking my throat just as hard, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every thrust, and I'm choking on it, gagging, drool spilling out of my mouth and dripping down my chin.
"You're so good," Jack moans, his voice breathless. "So fucking good—"
Kyle's thrusts are getting faster, harder, and I can feel the way his whole body is trembling, the way his cock is twitching inside me.
"I'm close," Kyle groans, his voice strained. "Fuck—I'm so close—"
But then he pulls out, and I whimper at the loss. I turn to look at him, my eyes wide and pleading.
"Jack wants a turn," Kyle says, grinning. "It's only fair."
Jack sits down in the aisle seat, his cock standing straight up, thick and hard, and he grins at me. "Come here."
I climb onto his lap, straddling him, and I reach back to line up his cock with my hole. I sink down slowly, inch by inch, and Jack groans, his hands flying to my waist.
"Oh fuck," Jack moans, his head falling back. "Lukas—fuck—"
I sink down completely, taking all of him inside me, and I moan, my whole body trembling. His cock is so thick, so long, stretching me, filling me completely.
I start to move, lifting myself up and sinking back down, and Jack is groaning beneath me, his hands gripping my waist.
"You're so tight," Jack moans, his eyes locked on my face. "So fucking tight—"
I'm bouncing on his cock now, my bubble butt jiggling with every movement, and I can see the way Jack's eyes are glued to my ass, watching the way it bounces and jiggles.
Around us, the other rugby players are moving closer, their eyes wide and hungry. One of them—a tall guy with red hair and freckles—leans in and kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
I kiss him back, my hands gripping his shoulders, and then he pulls away, and another guy takes his place. This one has dark hair and green eyes, and his kiss is just as hungry, just as desperate.
One by one, the rugby players take turns kissing me, their tongues sliding into my mouth, their hands roaming over my body. They're all moaning and groaning, their cocks hard and leaking, and I can feel the way they're pressing against me, surrounding me.
"You're so cool," one of them murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "Such a cool buddy."
"Yeah," another one agrees, his hand sliding down my chest. "Your body is perfect."
I'm riding Jack harder now, bouncing on his cock, and I can feel the way my own cock is leaking pre-cum, dripping onto Jack's abs.
"Fuck," Jack groans, his hands gripping my waist harder. "Lukas—I'm gonna—"
Suddenly, I feel something hot and wet hitting my chest, and I look up to see one of the rugby players cumming, his cock shooting thick ropes of cum all over my skin.
"Oh fuck," he moans, his whole body trembling. "Fuck—"
Another one cums, his load hitting my abs, and then another, and another. The rugby players are cumming all over me, their thick, creamy loads coating my skin, dripping down my chest and abs.
"Fuck," I moan, my head falling back. "Yes—"
Jack is fucking me harder now, his hips slamming up into me, and I can feel the way his cock is pulsing inside me, getting thicker, harder.
"I'm gonna cum," Jack groans, his whole body tensing. "Fuck—Lukas—I'm gonna cum—"
"Do it," I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders. "Cum inside me—"
Jack slams into me one last time, and then he's cumming, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot, thick cum. I can feel the way it's flooding me, so much of it, leaking out around his cock.
"Oh fuck," I moan, and then I'm cumming too, my cock shooting thick ropes of cum all over Jack's abs.
Kyle steps forward, his hand stroking his cock, and he groans, his whole body trembling. "Fuck—Lukas—"
He cums, his load shooting all over my face. The hot, thick cum splatters across my cheeks, my lips, my forehead, and I moan, my tongue darting out to taste it.
"Fuck," Kyle breathes, his hand still stroking his cock, milking out the last few drops.
I collapse against Jack's chest, my whole body trembling, and Jack wraps his arms around me, holding me close. His chest is slick with sweat and cum, and I can feel the way his heart is pounding, his breathing heavy.
Around us, the other rugby players are chuckling, their voices low and satisfied.
"That was amazing," one of them says, his voice awed. "Best bonding session ever."
I grin, snuggling closer to Jack. His arms tighten around me, and I can feel the way his cock is still inside me, softening slowly.
The captain's voice crackles over the intercom. "Good news, folks. We've been cleared for takeoff. Flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for departure."
The rugby players scramble to get dressed, pulling on their shirts and pants, and I climb off Jack's lap, grabbing my clothes from the floor.
Jack and Kyle both grin at me, their faces flushed and happy.
"Thanks, man," Jack says, his voice warm. "That was really helpful."
"Yeah," Kyle adds, pulling on his shirt. "You're a really good buddy."
I grin, pulling on my sweatpants. "Anytime."
The plane starts to move, taxiing toward the runway, and I settle back into my middle seat, sandwiched between Jack and Kyle once again.