OBX Shorts: "Newbie" Pt. 02

Clay had me sitting on the couch watching M. A. S. H. after the hot tub fiasco.

"I can bottom for you, Allen, I swear," he said as he was laying on the floor in the living room.

I was sucking on a banana popsicle, acting as if I was focused on the show while still reeling from what happened.

"I honestly want to try again," he said. "I was just surprised, that's all."

He was laying claim to a second attempt at taking it after our unsuccessful try. I wasn't one to say no to another attempt at deflowering him, but needed to chill for a bit and reenergize, for I wasn't a spring chicken.

"I get another chance to fuck you, you can't back out," I told him.

He was hesitant for a moment, trying to reconsider the thought of me taking that cherry again.

"We can't get to it the second time, then we move on," I said to him.

"I don't know, Al," he said.

I was gnawing on the last bit of the cold treat after he said that. Now I was ready for him to leave, and my mind was shifting to things to do in the morning, and the rest of the day since I was off.

"If you don't know why you're still here," I asked him.

"You can't just kick me to the curve like that," he said.

"I can and will," I answered while finishing the last bit of my cold treat.

"I can't leave here til you fuck me," he said.

Right then, I looked down to him, and explained something as I didn't need him forcing the issue:

"Understand, you're here on Memorial Day weekend, which means that if I say no, another top will say yes, and just may be much more patient, much better than what I can do. You leave right now, without taking a shower, and go back to the bar, as I promise that if you cruise a bit, not one, not two, but maybe three dudes will be knocking at your door when you go back to your place."

He then crawled over to me as I put my eyes back on the television.

"I don't like your ultimatum," he said.

"Don't give up on me, please."

I laughed, trying to figure out if he was serious as now he seemed adept at proving he could take my dick. Thing with it all was that popsicle was finished, I got my nut, and I was to the point of asking him to leave.

"I'm not sure if I'll find another cock like yours," he said as he was pleading to stay.

The older bear put his hand on my cock, then caressed my balls as he was putting in his bid to stay. He sobered up, and I was getting sleepy, when I finally flat out told him to disappear.

"Bro, you gotta go," I said to him.

Right then, he put his lips to my cock again to prove he was worth another try.

"This ain't gon' work, Clayton," I told him.

He wouldn't hear it, for he nursed my cock to stiffness again to make it harder than it was initially.

"I'm not leaving til you fuck me," he said.

"What if I call a buddy over," I asked.

I wasn't 100 percent sure I could give him the fucking he needed for I was tired, and not in the mood to be patient. My boy Corey, security at the bar, I knew would give me a call and see about a "mission," a time when he and I would prowl other hot spots for guys. He could've come and taken care of Clay for me..

"Does your buddy look like you," he asked me.

I grabbed my phone while Clay was stroking me, and zoomed to photos of Corey, a former college wrestler.

"I love my chocolate. How big is his cock," Clay asked.

I swiped through the photos to find one of Corey and I arm in arm, and naked, after we tag teamed Doug, a regular patron at the bar.

"How long are you again," Clay asked as he tried to compare our cocks.

"I'm nine inches. He's almost as big as me, from what I could tell," I told him.

Clay handed me my phone, and it would ring, with Corey's timing being impeccable as he was calling me. I made Clay answer, then put it on speaker.

"Yo, can I speak to Allen," said Corey.

"Can't come to the phone right now, he's a little occupied," Clay said before he went back to sucking.

"Who are you," Corey asked.

"Some trick from the bar," I told Corey. "Come on through man, we don't need a mission. We've got a nice tender to play with right now."

Corey snickered.

"Is this the fat bitch who got dumped for being too plump," Corey asked. "Seems as you and Allen were the talk of the staff tonight."

Corey elaborated to say that Lisa, the bartender who relieved me, had some chatter about me and Clay leaving together. I wasn't too worried for they knew I was a man whore, and would fuck anything on two legs, if they had enough of a frame. I rushed Corey to come and join me, and he confirmed he'd come, after a short stop at a 7-11.

"Get up," I told Clay. "Come lay on the couch flat. I wanna do something else."

Clay laid flat on the couch, while I grabbed the remote, and turned the television to video, where I had a porn video on pause: One of a slender white guy, being used by a platoon of muscle bound black dudes.

"Hang your head to the side," I ordered Clay.

I went to unlock the front door while Clay positioned himself accordingly. I came over, and straddled his face by spreading my legs apart, then lowering my waist to have my balls land on his tongue. I was in the mood to teabag as I was no longer tired, now rejuvenated with my boy coming to join. I loved the feeling of Clay's slithering tongue washing against my hairy nuts, and he'd adjust to place it on my taint, and really heat things up. He went back and forth licking, and sucking everything until the doorbell rang.

It was Corey, who came over in a tank top, shorts, and flip flops while showing off his defined person. I looked over at my brother as he kicked off his shoes, then pulled down his underwear to show off that dick of his, then pulled off his shirt and came to stand beside me. We slapped give, and I pressed down on Clay's hairy tits to make him stop, and have Corey take my place.

"You always know how to find the good ones," Corey said as he placed one leg on the back of the couch, then lowered his body to where Clay was eating his ass.

It was hot seeing the two of them go at it, and I would reward Clay by sucking his little cock, only for him to swat at my forehead. He made it clear he was to be of service to us, to include getting fucked on the second try. I would instead kneel beside him, and place two fingers in his ass in order to prepare for what was about to happen.

"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.