“Oh wow,” Clark gasped. “Oh!”
Mars joined me, and slowly, we each pushed our fingers in. Clark was tight, and when we pushed through his entrance, his muscles clenched, making a seal around our fingers. Mars and I were both on our knees behind him, and as we explored Clark for the first time, we reached out with our free hands, stroking each other’s lengths.
“You’re going to love this, Clarkle,” Mars moaned. “You’re a very lucky boy.”
“More!” Clark groaned, pushing his ass backward. “More!”
His demands were like electricity in the air. Mars’s hand tightened on my cock, gripping my base in the way I loved, and we each plunged our fingers in, deeper than before.
Everything turned into a dream after that. The air was thick with heat and sweat, and the three of our bodies connected with a perfect, unspoken rhythm. Mars jerked his hips as I pushed a second finger into Clark, feeling the stretch of his hole and the eager tug of his canal. Mars buried his lips against my neck, licking at my adam’s apple while our fingers rubbed together inside of Clark. And beautiful, sexy Clark shoved his ass backward, moaning and sucking in air as his muscles quivered and he demanded more.
“Oh god,” Clark groaned. “I’m ready, I’m ready.”
I reached around and wrapped my free hand around his cock, already hard and leaking again. I rubbed up beneath his balls, tight against his body, and his hole clenched around our fingers.
“Who do you want?” Mars asked. “Who do you want inside of you?”
Clark turned over his shoulder, and his face was pink and sweaty. His eyes darted between the two of us while he bit down on his lip. “Rip,” he said. “I want to feel Rip.”
I groaned. My cock was hard as steel, pressing against my stomach. For a moment, I wondered if he could handle how thick I was, if I would be too much for him. But then his eyes landed on my cock, trailing along my thick purple head and veiny shaft, and somehow, I knew he was ready.
“You heard him, Rip,” Mars whispered with a grin. “Now get on your back so Clark can ride that beast.”
With a laugh, Mars pushed me onto my back. He squirted some more lube into his hand, then rubbed it up my length, swirling his hand along my shaft and spreading precum along my tip. “Fuck,” I gasped. “I’m ready for you, Clark.”
Clark’s legs were shaky as Mars helped him to his knees, then positioned him in front of me. He whispered instructions in Clark’s ear, telling him to breathe and to take his time. “You’re in charge,” he said. “Don’t rush yourself.”
“That’s right,” I said, gripping my base to steady my cock. “Do what feels good, Clark.”
With his back to me, Clark lowered himself down, pressing his hole against my tip. Mars kneeled in front of him and reached behind to spread his cheeks and open his hole. As I felt his pucker clenching against my tip, I let out another deep growl and felt the orgasm building in my sack.
Was this how it was always meant to be? From that first time I saw him, had I always known that Clark and I should be like this, sweaty and naked together? Exposed?
Or maybe we had needed Mars. Maybe we had needed him, shooting his mouth off and being so fucking lovable.
Clark began to wiggle and writhe, pushing his hole down until his entrance spread and my tip entered. He let out another needy gasp as I held myself steady, wanting him to get a feel for the expansive fullness he was about to experience. And as I watched, Mars lowered his face, running his tongue in circles along Clark’s thighs, beneath his balls, and finally up his hard, dripping length.
“Oh my god,” Clark moaned. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
He lowered himself, and he was like a vice around my shaft, so tight I could barely breathe. I was a full nine inches, more than he could take, but with every breath and tremble, he pushed himself down a little more, sending warm trembles of pleasure down my shaft and to my tightening balls.
And then, with another whiny moan, he lowered himself half down my length.
“Fuck yeah,” I said. “Beautiful, Clark.”
All of his muscles tightened, and I leaned forward to wrap my arms around his chest, holding him steady. My cock was leaking inside of him as we stayed like that, together and still, and with his back pressed to my sweaty, hairy chest. I rubbed my palm against his pecs while he whimpered.
“So good,” I growled in his ear. “So good.”
Mars crawled forward, kissing us in each in turn, then crawled up onto his knees. I watched him reach through his own legs and grab Clark’s cock, stroking it softly, then pressing the tip against his hole. “You want this, too, Clark?” he teased. “You want everything?”
“Yes!” Clark gasped. “Yes!”
I buried my face into Clark’s neck, and every time I rubbed my beard along his tender skin, his whole body quivered, and his hole clenched tighter on my cock. It didn’t take Mars long to start jerking Clark into his hole. He steadied himself by grabbing the back of my head, then fisted Clark’s cock, teasing his tip by thrusting it against his hole. All my muscles tensed as I held the weight of both men, rocking and moaning together, like we were one raw nerve.
“I’m close! I’m close!” Clark gasped. I bucked my hips, thrusting my tip against his prostate as he reached backward, groping at me. Mars’s hands were all over our bodies, and when I pushed into Clark, all three of us bounced together, tensing and quivering.
Time seemed to dissolve, and light flashed across my vision. I licked at Clark’s neck, tasting his sweat, then wrapped my fingers in Mars’s hair. My balls tightened against my body, but I held my orgasm in, resisting the temptation of release until Clark was ready.
