and calves. In. Out by a third and dive. Out by half and plunge. Out nearly all of the way and a deep thrust that was extended by a flood of CJ’s cum. Then another spurt. And then a third, accompanied by my first. And then another by all three of us, simultaneously, that caused us to yell with pleasure in harmony - one well-oiled extraordinary fucking machine. Having cum before, Binggum’s effort was short-lived, but CJ and I bathed him all the way up to his eyeballs in our sperm.

When I was sure that CJ’s legs must be about to give out, I stood up full, unfastened the cock ring, withdrew from Binggum, gave him a little pat on the butt cheek, and moved off to the side.

“Take your pants into the other room and clean yourself up,” CJ said, as he held Binggum in place with his buried rod. “There’s a bathroom in there. Don’t let him see you yet.”

I picked up my clothes and headed for the room, but I turned at the door in time to see CJ gently pull an exhausted Binggum up off the table and fold him to his chest with his arms under Binggum’s knees. He moved them to the sofa and slowly sank down into a double fetal position without losing the sausage-in-the-bun position. Binggum was being very quiet.