Team, 51
Sometimes Being Whole Again Means Redefining Wholeness
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The Coral Witch only had two rooms for Cal’s team. Which presented a bit of an issue because Cal was going to have a lot of sex with Wes and Mick, Joey clearly planned to have a lot of sex with Travis, and Beatrice and Lillian—but mostly Beatrice—had somehow talked Mathilda into having what Cal assumed would be lots of sex with them, and the three ladies had taken one of the rooms before Cal could say anything.
Fine. So Cal went in the other room with Wes and Mick, and with Joey and Travis. Sully was outside somewhere. “There’s only one bed,” Joey muttered.
“You two can have it,” Cal told him, as Wes and Mick tossed their bags in the corner. It wasn’t a big room, but there was enough space. At least they weren’t down below deck in the crew quarters. “We’ll sleep on the floor.”
“But…”
“It’s not a big enough bed for the three of us anyway,” Wes said, smiling.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else…” Travis muttered.
“It’s fine,” Cal told him.
“No,” Joey said, sighing. “Me and Travis are going to have sex. A lot. And I don’t want to wait anymore, so we’ll just…”
Mick snorted, kicking his boots off. “We’re going to have sex too, guys,” he said. “It’s really okay.”
“Are…” Travis was blushing. “Are you sure?”
“Are you sure?” Cal asked, looking at him. Seemed a bit out of character for Mick. Cal wouldn’t mind, and he was sure Wes wouldn’t either. “We don’t have to…”
“It’s okay.” Mick smiled, leaning down and giving Cal a kiss. It was everything Cal could do not to just melt into it and never talk again. “We’re all friends. And I want it too much to care overly anyway.”
Worked for Cal, and he wanted it too much to worry about it beyond that. “Then it’s settled,” he said, and he went back into that kiss, putting his arms around Mick and taking it slowly. As he did, Joey pushed Travis into the bed and climbed on top of him, kissing him fiercely.
Cal and Mick kissed for a good few minutes, and Cal became more convinced as they did that Mick had meant it, he was clearly unbothered by doing this here. Which was good, because Cal was really in the mood to have sex. As they kissed, Wes, loosened and took off Mick’s pants, then his shirt. When he lifted that over Mick’s head, he also took Cal into his arms and started kissing him instead, making Cal squeak as he was manhandled.
As he let Wes control his mouth, Mick undressed Wes as well, leaving him in his smallclothes, and once Wes’s shirt was off, both of them smiled at Cal. “You’re a little overdressed,” Wes teased.
“A travesty,” Cal lamented. “Someone should do something.”
Mick and Wes pulled Cal towards them, and the three of them alternated kissing each other, Cal overwhelmed by their mouths on his, their hands on him. They made no effort to undress him, though one of their hands each ended up sliding downwards, rubbing him until Cal gave in and started moving his hips in response, his pants painfully tight. “Guys…”
“I already undressed Mick,” Wes muttered, pressing his own boner against Cal.
“I already undressed Wes,” Mick added, cupping Cal’s ass in his hand.
“Guys…” Cal whinged. “I’ll do it myself, God…”
“Don’t be silly, buddy,” Wes said, pulling Cal even closer to them.
They didn’t stop their touching, their kisses or their teasing and soon Cal was squirming. “Guys…I’m going to…”
And they made sure he did, right in his loincloth and pants with a gasp Wes and Mick worked together to swallow. “And we haven’t even gotten his clothes off…”
Mick snorted. “Being away from us has made him impatient.”
“S-sorry…” Cal said, though he wasn’t sorry. He was just really horny.
“Have a feeling you can make it up to us,” Wes said, moving them just slightly apart. “How about you finish undressing us?”
Cal nodded, getting on his knees and reaching up, sliding Wes’s smallclothes down, freeing his cock. The fur that ran down his back and arms didn’t cover him here, though the hair he normally had had gotten thicker. His cock stood straight up, pulsing a little. Cal took it in his hand for a second, squeezing. “Aw, he missed me.”
“Shut up,” Cal muttered. He was pretty sure Wes was bigger than he’d been, but it was probably just because it had been a while. He turned to Mick, slid his shorts down, let him step out of them. “You’re bigger too,” he said out loud, also taking Mick in hand.
“Yeah, seems like there were some positive side-effects of the experiments,” Wes said. “Think you can feel another one, right?”
Cal nodded, giving Mick’s cock a stroke. Under his hand were small bumps all up and down the length of it. “Doesn’t hurt?”
“No,” Mick assured him, hand in Cal’s hair. “Feels nice. It’ll feel nice for you too.”
Cal smiled up at him. “If you guys really are bigger, I’m not sure either of you are fitting in me anymore.”
And that was something he’d have to kill some more demons over.
“Oh, I think we can figure something out,” Wes said, a smirk in his voice. Cal took him in his other hand, stroking the both. “Missed your hands, Cal.”
“Yeah…”
“Just my hands?” Cal asked, and he gave a lick to the head of Mick’s cock before sucking it into his mouth, closing his eyes and listening to Mick whimper. Then he pulled off, did the same for Wes.
Both of them ended up having to sit down after a few minutes of that, which Cal counted as a victory as he alternated sucking them both off. Joey and Travis provided a background of increasingly incoherent sounds as Cal worked, exciting them both slowly but equally,
Wes and Mick were panting in unison as Cal sucked them closer and closer, until neither of them was going to be able to last much longer. Cal smirked up at them, one in each hand. “Now, which of you should get to finish first?”
They looked at each other, then Wes moved, pressing his dick against Mick’s with one hand and moving Cal’s head with another. “How about this?”
Cal chuckled. “And you call me impatient,” he muttered, but he leaned down again, kissing and licking both of them together—he couldn’t fit them both in his mouth, but he could do this, at least. Wes jerked them off as Cal worked, and it was only another minute before they were making sounds together and then Cal had a mouthful of cum, from both of them, spurting up, mostly getting on his face. Cal shut his eyes against the tide, and let both of them paint him as much as they wanted, swallowing what went in his mouth.
When they were done—after quite a while—they both slumped a little, letting go of each other and pulling Cal up into a cuddle between them. “Missed you so much,” Mick muttered.
“Yeah. Glad you’re back,” Wes agreed.
Cal nodded. “Me too, guys. I missed you so much, God.” He sighed, letting the hold him for a minute while he idly watched Travis fuck Joey. Those two moved fast. Then Cal shifted, uncomfortable. “Let me get out of these clothes,” he said, reaching down to take his shirt off.
Wes held his hand. “Yeah, we should get him out of these.”
“You’re right. It’s silly that he’s so dressed.”
“Guys…”
“But I’m not going to do it and you’re not going to do it…”
“I can do it,” Cal said, trying to figure out what the fuck this was about. He was enjoying himself, he was. But he’d be enjoying himself more if he were naked.
“You know what we need?” Mick asked.
“Another person?”
“Yeah, another person,” Mick said. He smiled, kissing the top of Cal’s head. “You think Sully’s busy?”
Oh. Cal felt heat rise in his face. “Guys, you don’t have to…” For all that they were clearly down with Sully, Cal didn’t want them to force themselves to go too fast.
“Of course we don’t,” Wes said, rubbing Cal’s belly. “Neither do you. Do you want us to call him?”
“We’re happy to invite him in,” Mick agreed.
“Really?” Cal couldn’t pretend he wasn’t interested. Couldn’t pretend he hadn’t thought about it. A lot.
“Yes, really. When are you going to stop assuming that we don’t mean what we say?” Mick pinched Cal. “I’m calling him.”
“Okay.” Cal grinned. “Thanks. I’ve mentioned that I love you guys, right?” He couldn’t imagine finding better people to be with anywhere.
“A few times,” Wes said, kissing the top of Cal’s head.
“Okay, good, I was worried it had slipped my mind with all the fighting and running away and rescuing.”
“Thanks for that last thing, by the way.”
“I think you already said that.”
It was only a minute later when the cabin door opened, Sully stepping in. “Why are you calling me with…uh.” Sully stopped, took a look at them, at Travis and Joey on the bed, and took a step back. “I can…come back?”
“If you want,” Mick said, tugging at Cal’s shirt. “Cal needs some help. We were wondering if you’d help him out of his clothes?”
Sully looked at Mick for a long moment, then at Wes, and he didn’t say anything, but he must have been communicating something to them with those looks. Then he looked at Cal, who just smiled and waved him in.
That was enough. Sully stepped inside, shut the door behind him. He came over, knelt in front of Cal. “You’ve got cum on your face,” he said, kind of dumbly.
Cal shrugged. “Happens sometimes. Probably have some on other things before we’re done. Probably some of it will be yours.”
Sully snorted, and he started to unlace Cal’s pants. “You think my aim is that shitty?”
Cal smiled, sighing a little as the pants loosened, some of his torment easing. “You think this wasn’t aimed?”
Sully’s eyes flicked up as he pulled Cal’s pants down, “Classy.”
“That’s our Cal,” Wes said, watching Sully over Cal’s shoulder, his cock still hard against Cal’s thigh.
“I’d noticed.” The pants dispensed of, Sully started to untie Cal’s loincloth. “Gross. You couldn’t wait to cum until you weren’t in your loincloth?”
“Nope.”
“Gross.”
“Notice how he went for that first?” Wes asked Mick, as if neither Cal nor Sully were there. “Instead of the shirt?”
“Guess he was pretty interested after all,” Mick agreed.
“Either that or he didn’t want to mess up Cal’s classy facepaint.”
Sully’s face was burning as he affected to ignore them. He untied Cal’s loincloth and tossed it aside, taking a second to inspect Cal’s junk. He snorted.
“Got a problem?”
Sully smiled, giving Cal a poke. “Nothing. It’s cute.” He reached up and lifted Cal’s shirt, and Wes and Mick lifted Cal’s arms for him and Sully pulled the shirt over Cal’s head, which did wipe off most of the cum.
When the shirt cleared his eyes, Sully was face to face with him, and Cal leaned up and kissed him. “Thanks. Being dressed was killing me.” Sully tasted like the fish they’d eaten for supper.
Sully tossed the shirt aside. “You look better this way,” he admitted.
“You can see him like this a lot more often if you do a good job,” Wes told him.
Cal looked up, and so did Sully. “What is this,” Sully asked. “A fucking audition?”
“Maybe,” Mick told him, smiling. “We have another problem we need some help with.”
“What’s that?” Sully asked, suspicious. Cal was suspicious too, but he’d known them long enough to have an idea of where this was going, at least.
“Well,” Wes said, reaching down and stroking his cock. “We’re planning to fuck Cal, me and Mick. But we’re a bit big and he needs stretching first. We could use a hand—or a dick—getting him ready for us.”
Sully looked up at Wes, blinking. Then he blushed brightly. “If you wanted me to fuck him you could just say so.”
“They always do this,” Cal sighed, spreading his legs a little. He grinned, pulled Sully closer and kissed him again. “You’ll get used to it.”
He couldn’t pretend not to be excited, and neither could Sully. He kissed Cal enthusiastically for a good few minutes before pulling off, looking down at him. “Well.” He said. “I guess if I have to.”
Cal smirked, and reached up to undress Sully, which he managed in record time, reaching down and giving Sully a stroke. “Cute.” He was bigger than Cal, but he was normal-person sized, unlike some people. “Come up here a minute.”
“Not sure I can fuck you from up there,” Sully said, though he led Cal pull him by the dick.
“Not sure you can fuck me without something to slick up the process,” Cal said, confident. He had Wes and Mick’s hands on his shoulders. “Come on.”
Blushing again, Sully straddled Cal’s chest, knees on Cal’s shoulders, and Cal leaned forward and took his dick in his mouth, sucking gently, moving it around with his tongue, wetting it thoroughly. One of Wes’s fingers poked around Cal’s hole, opening him up.
Cal only sucked Sully for a minute before pulling back. “There you go,” he said.
Sully was panting, and nodded, a little stunned.
“Look,” Wes muttered, loud enough for Sully to hear. “That’s the face of someone who just got his first Cal blowjob.”
“Just wait until he gets the whole thing,” Mick muttered back. “He might pass out.”
Oh, good, Cal thought. They were going to snark the whole time.
Sully climbed back down, kind of falling as he tried to get in between Cal’s legs. Cal snickered, and helped steady him as Wes’s finger left him. “Ready?”
Sully nodded, took hold of his dick and pressed it to the entrance. “Are you?”
“Yep. Go ahead.”
Sully nodded, and he did, pressing inside. Cal relaxed, letting out a long breath. It had been a while since he’d had anything up there. But Sully went pretty slow, so slow that Cal had to grab his shoulders to speed him up. “This isn’t my first time, Sully. And I’m pretty sure it’s not yours either.”
If Sully was a virgin after four thousand years, that was kind of sad.
That seemed to put some life into Sully. “Just didn’t want to scare you,” He grumbled. He picked up some speed, hands on Cal’s hips, and kissed Cal as he went, almost possessively this time.
“Aw, he’s getting into the swing of it now,” Mick said.
“Took him long enough,” Wes said, chest moving with laughter.
“Fuck you guys,” Sully grunted, between kisses with Cal. Cal didn’t say anything, too busy experiencing this. Sully was pretty good.
“Some other time,” Wes promised. “Just worry about Cal for now.”
Sully snorted, then yelped as Cal wrapped his arms around him and pulled him down, pressing them together, moving his hips to make Sully go faster. So Sully went faster, moaning as he kissed Cal, ignoring Wes and Mick’s heckling.
It wasn’t long before Sully was getting louder, and his thrusts getting deeper, and Sully gave a pitiful sound, tensing as he came, filling Cal up. He went slack but didn’t stop kissing Cal, much more gently now.
“Looks like someone’s smitten.”
“Glad to know it’s not one-way.”
“Have you noticed that Cal’s crushes never are?” Mick asked.
“Yeah. Wonder what that says about Joey.”
Cal wanted to tell them to shut up, but he was too busy kissing Sully, and he came a moment later, the gentle stimulation too much. Joey was being very noisy, his tail wrapped around Travis’s waist the last Cal had seen.
Eventually Sully had to breathe, and he pulled off, looking down at Cal. “That was…um.”
Cal smiled. “Good?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“Thank you,” Cal told him. “And anytime.”
“Anytime?”
“It’s one of the boyfriend perks,” Wes told him, patting Sully’s head.
“B-boyfriend…”
Mick chuckled. “He’s cute, Cal. You have good taste.”
“I know.”
Mick shifted, sitting up straighter. “Okay, but when he says anytime, he means anytime but now. My turn.”
“Oh, sure…” Sully pulled out with obvious reluctance, and Wes and Mick manhandled Cal together until he was turned around, resting in Sully’s lap, legs spread with Mick in between them. Wes moved around behind Sully, holding him, and judging by the gasp Cal heard, probably exploring him a little.
“Let’s get to know each other a bit better while Mick has his turn,” Wes muttered, and Sully nodded.
Mick reached up and stroked Cal’s cheek. “Ready?”
Cal looked at him, at the tattoos that ran down his chest and arms and legs, at the strange bulbs on his body, and he’d never loved Mick more. “Yeah.”
“Good.” Mick started to press in, thicker than Sully, but it wasn’t painful, it was just pleasant. Cal knew Mick had done something, some magic to make it easier, but he didn’t care—he was grateful. He wanted Mick, and he wanted this, and he didn’t want to be distracted from it by some pain.
Mick pressed in farther and farther, and Cal couldn’t help his moan. The little bumps on Mick’s cock added a layer of texture to the penetration that drove Cal insane, made him go crazy with want, made him want it more and more, more of Mick, and Mick gave it to him until there was no more giving, nothing left because it was all inside Cal, every bit of it. And then Mick kissed Cal, groaning in satisfaction as he started to move, started to fuck Cal, his hands running up and down Cal’s body. Cal remained aware of Wes and Sully, of Sully’s breaths on his neck, of Wes whispering in Sully’s ear, of Sully rutting against his back, reacting to what Wes was doing to him. Cal remained aware of all of that because it was about the four of them, not just him and Mick, but through it all Cal focused on Mick, on kissing Mick, on touching every part of Mick he could reach and showing Mick how much he loved him, how much he needed him.
Cal’s need merged with Mick’s and Mick went harder, grunting as he fucked Cal properly. Cal took it and wanted more, more of Mick’s hands, his mouth, his cock, his everything, he wanted Mick’s everything and Mick gave it to him and more, and when Cal came it was desperate, a cry of desire that Cal hadn’t thought himself capable of. When Mick followed him it was hard and fast and with a strong grip on Cal’s shoulders, heat spreading through Cal and emerging in his voice, his cry.
Mick was breathing on Cal’s face when Cal opened his eyes, and Cal reached up and touched his cheek, running a finger down one of the tattoos. “I love you so much…”
“Love you even more,” Mick said, kissing Cal between the eyes.
Behind him, Sully made a sound and came against Cal’s back, kissing Wes as he did.
“Alright,” Mick said, kissing Cal one more time. “Let’s make room for Wes. Hope you can go one more time.”
“I can go twenty more times if I…ahh…” Cal’s boast was cut short as Mick pulled out of him, the bumps feeling just as good coming out as they did going on. “Going to need to get used to that…”
Mick smirked. “Yeah. Nice, isn’t it?”
Cal nodded happily, yelping a little as Sully moved out from behind him, but Wes caught him and pulled Cal into his lap. “You ready for this guy?”
Cal nodded, glancing over at Travis and Joey. Travis was now on his knees with his face in the pillow as Joey fucked him from behind. “Not going to let them show me up,” he mumbled, looking down at Wes’s cock, which was covered in cum and rising between Cal’s legs. “Bring it on.”
“You asked for it,” Wes said, lifting Cal up with hands under his thighs.
“No way that fits inside Cal,” Sully said, on his belly with Mick behind him, facing Cal and watching raptly. “You’ll tear him in half.”
“You should worry about what’s about to fit inside you,” Wes told him, as he pressed the head of his cock to Cal’s stretched hole.
Cal smirked, watching as Mick prepared to enter Sully. “You’re going to like it, promise. And watch how a pro does it, okay?”
“Yeah, right. Ah…” Sully said, as Mick started to slide inside.
Wes started to lower Cal, and Cal relaxed as best he could to let Wes’s thick head inside. There was still no pain, thanks probably to Mick’s spell, but it was still a moment before Wes was able to get it in with a grunt, and Cal moaned. Then Wes started to slide Cal down, Mick and Sully’s cum running down his cock as he displaced it inside Cal.
Wes must have stretched Sully nicely because Mick was already inside him, pumping away, kissing the back of Sully’s shoulders as they both watched Cal get impaled. Wes slid him down more and more, and Cal gasped and moaned and took it, he took all of it until he felt like he would burst. There was so much, it was so big, and he wanted it all but it was so much…
Wes slowed down, bouncing Cal up and down a bit to get him down that last amount. And Cal tried to relax and take it, he wanted it, but it was so big and he wasn’t, he wasn’t used to it, and…
Sully’s mouth suddenly engulfed Cal’s dick and Cal yelled out loud, looking down at him. Mick was still fucking him from behind but Sully had moved forward to take Cal in his mouth, and he looked up at Cal and smiled as he sucked.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Wes let Cal drop the last little bit, getting the rest of himself inside Cal with another gasp from both of them. “There you go, buddy, you took it all…” he said, voice low.
Cal nodded. “I knew I could…Fuck me, Wes.”
“You’re the boss.” And, arms wrapped around Cal’s chest, Wes started to bounce Cal on his lap, fucking him as ordered. Cal was driven up into Sully’s mouth, then down onto Wes’s cock, back and forth in a tide of pleasure that got stronger with each movement.
It was no surprise when Cal came pretty soon, something indistinct passing his lips as he shot into Sully’s mouth. Sully swallowed it all, licked Cal clean as he clenched around Wes, drawing a groan from him, and then Sully pulled off and smiled up at Cal.
Cal smiled back, not able to do much more than that. And as he did, he felt a pressure inside him, a stretching. Something growing, Wes’s cock seeming to expand at its base. “Wes…”
“I know,” Wes said, pushing farther in, the expanding part of his cock all the way inside Cal, getting bigger and bigger until Cal didn’t think Wes was going to be able to pull it out, or even move. “Side effect…Do you like it?”
Cal nodded. He did, though it was weird. “You could have mentioned…”
“You got it in?” Mick asked.
Wes nodded, kissing Cal’s cheek. “Course.”
Mick nodded too, and he coaxed Sully up, and pressed Sully against Cal, fucking him into Cal while Cal and Sully made out again, Wes moving inside him as best he could.
Sully came, crying into Cal’s mouth, and it took Cal a second to realize that Mick was cumming too. Cal, overstimulated, wasn’t far behind them, clinging to Sully for someone to cling to as he shot a near-painful load onto Sully’s belly. And a moment later, as Cal clenched around him, Wes came with a growl, a torrent rushing into Cal and with nowhere to go.
Feeling as full as he ever had and not able to move, Cal leaned back against Wes, content. They all fell into a bit of a pile, Cal laying on Wes, Mick laying beside them and Sully sort of in between with Mick still inside him. “Love you…” Cal said.
“We love you too,” Wes said, kissing Cal’s cheek.
“Enough to get this thing out of me?”
“Sorry,” Wes chuckled. “Doesn’t seem to work that way. Takes a while for the knot to disappear.”
“Great,” Cal said, shifting a little. He was tired and his boyfriend had fur and a knot. “Could have warned me.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Mick asked, leaning over to kiss Cal.
“Yeah, Cal,” Sully teased. “Besides, you look good like that. You were born to be there.”
“Just wait until this thing goes inside you, Sullivan. Besides, I’m not the only one full.”
“Yeah, well…” Mick shifted. “I might want to go again in a bit.”
Sully sighed. “Bunch of horny fuckers.”
“That’s us,” Wes said, patting Sully’s head again. “Welcome aboard.”
“Thanks,” Sully said, blushing now. “It, uh. Means a lot to me.”
Cal snorted. “Getting all this dick means a lot to you, huh?”
“Fuck off, that’s not what I meant!”
“I know.” Cal kissed Sully. “Means a lot to me too.”
That wasn’t just directed at Sully, and he knew Wes and Mick knew it.
“Think those two are ever going to stop?” Mick asked, looking over his shoulder at Joey and Travis.
“Probably not,” Cal said. “Best just to ignore them.”
“God knows they’re ignoring us,” Wes said.
“Yes, I do.”
“That joke is already getting old.”
Cal smirked, tried to make himself comfortable, which he’d expected to be hard, but wasn’t really. Wes’s fur was soft. “Too bad. You get to hear it for the rest of your life.”
“Good.” Wes held him tight, pulled Mick and Sully closer. “I’m glad. I’m glad we’re all together.”
“Me too,” Mick said. “I’m so happy. I was so worried.”
“You had nothing to be worried about,” Sully said, oddly quiet. “Cal would have torn the world in half for you two. I’m glad you guys are okay, though.”
Yawning, Cal closed his eyes. “Me too. I’ve never been happier in my life, you guys, I swear to me.”
“Cal!”
Cal giggled. He’d figured he might fall asleep, but they all stayed up talking for a good long time.
Cal had meant that. He’d never been happier.
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