"He's a virgin, bro," I told Corey as Clay started whimpering.
I looked up at the bottom bitch as now he was sucking Corey's cock. I continued fiddling with that tight hole until Clay grabbed my hand, and verbalized he was ready to try again.
"So you brought me over here to help pop that cherry, huh," Corey asked me.
Corey pulled on Clay's tits to make him scream, then he removed himself from Clay before Clay would get up, and bend over on the couch. I made him face the back of the couch, and have his ass out for easy access as it was pointed to the television. I ran to the bedroom to grab lubricant, and returned to find Corey eating out the chunky trick, his face deep between those cheeks as he tongued at Clay's insides. I poured a little of the liquid in my right hand, then stroked my dick, as I was pulsating at what I'd seen. I tapped Corey at the back of his head, and my buddy reached over and began sucking me, caring less about the lubricant as he was drenching my phallus with his saliva. After a few seconds, he reached back over to Clay, and purposely spread Clay's cheeks, and I would rub on Clay's flower before pushing in without pause. Clay put out sniffles and heavy breathing while I mangled his hole, for he had Corey to thank since Corey was pressing forward at my ass cheek. I felt Clay's pulse as Clay made good on his promise to deliver, for my dick was fully entrenched in his dugout.
"I feel your balls against my ass," Clay said.
I smacked his ass a few times, then wriggled my hips side to side to see that beautiful hole expand, and cause Clay to whimper like a bitch in heat. Corey upped the ante when he rubbed my balls from behind, and I would pull out, then push in to begin the traction caused from the sensation imposed by my good buddy.
"He hitting that spot, daddy," Corey asked Clay.
Clay concurred as he'd given me full disclosure to massage that muff, having me ride that prostate, while rising and falling in his sphincter. I kept it slow for I loved the sweet sound of his hole percolating, and the feeling of his unintentional squeeze from me delivering the hard missile. Corey let go of my scrotum briefly for he stood up, and was stroking his dick before he put a hand back on my balls. I had to pull away, and he would replace me by lubricating his stick, then pushing his crayon black penis inside that puffy pink donut.
"Got damn man, where you been," Corey asked Clay as he, too, had a slow motion.
I returned the favor with Corey by rubbing his balls, but that triggered him to punch a little faster, and ultimately give Clay a raging orgasm as his body shook from Corey's plunder. I looked down to study Corey's entering of Clay, for Clay was louder, and seemed to enjoy him more as Corey made sure to plant his cock directly on that prostate. I was seeing Corey's big, pink head nuzzling at the bottom of the hole, the part nearest to the taint area, with Clay shrieking each time he pulled out. Clay's cunt popped louder, and I would see Clay releasing that anal cream as he was going through an intense pleasure moment.
"Fuck me. Fuck me harder," Clay said as now he was holding his own cheeks.
Corey stepped back, and I took his place to enter that ass, and pound away as requested. Clay buried his head into the back cushion for I was pushing deep, harder, and faster, and making his slit snorkel and belch as he came repeatedly. I put my hands on his shoulders for traction while his ass sounded like a bouncing basketball, and I would pull out, for I was getting close to cumming.
"You guys have to keep fucking meeeeeeeeeeee," Clay yelled.
It was a stark contrast to hours earlier when he couldn't take more than five seconds of me. I stood back to see Corey's muscular ass cheeks contract as he went in deep, and plowed away at our boy. Clay was whimpering at different levels to reflect the build up of his nut sessions, and Corey, trying to remain strong and give me the baton, was getting close from what I could tell.
"Had to fuck you like you mine," Corey said as he pumped harder.
Corey put his left leg on the back of Clay, and bunched that dick even harder, perhaps deeper, before he stopped and let loose into Clay. I watched them both shiver, and literally saw Corey's balls shrivel up before he pulled out, and his cum drooled out of Clay's puckering hole. I wasn't to be outdone, and so Corey walked away, and sat on the other couch while I stepped up, and started banging his musty, saturated ass. I was turned on by using Corey's cum to slip and slide into my lover. Clay's hole was well worn, and ample to another thrashing.
"You got my ass so wet," Clay cried as I delivered accordingly, grabbing his ass cheeks and tapping that slippery box.
His hole was open for business, so I gave a strong pounding, seeing his walls collapse and push out with each thrust, and his cum spray out at my base. He continued to place his face in the couch cushion for I tried to outdo Corey, and fuck him harder as his ass slapped to my rhythm.
"You're beating my hole so gooooood," he whined as I showed no mercy, and wanted to get my nut.
A couple minutes would pass and he would "push out," and cause his hole to hug on my shaft.
"Here it cums," I warned him as I pushed in, and released to add to Corey's spunk, while my body shook.
I pulled out of him, and looked down at his abused hole, for it was unrecognizable from the initial penetration. I even slapped it a couple of times, and our cum shot out of his ass, and I would sit on the floor, licking my chops after such a hot session.
"You satisfied," I asked Clay.
"Very satisfied," he said as he turned his head and showed a smile on his face.
Corey and him ended up leaving together, and I would get up, and fix a pot of coffee. I drank a cup as I cleaned up my place, getting rid of the sweet smell of testosterone, ass and balls, then sanitizing everything with a can of Lysol, before retreating to the bedroom for the night. I was happy to help Clay get past what he went through, and learned, that he no longer would require, or desire, the presence of a woman, for he was all bottom, all the time going forward.
