Gay Erotic Stories

“There was some terminology I didn’t cover earlier that I thought you might want to know,” he said, as he looked down into my eyes in the semidarkness.

“Oh, like what, Boss?” I asked, quite aware that he was already hard and I was quickly becoming so again.

“Well, for instance, this is what is called ‘docking,’” he said in a husky voice, as he took both of our cocks in a beefy hand and squeezed them together alongside each other. He then began a gentle stroking that slowing gathered rhythm. I sighed and ran my hands over his smooth chest and belly and played with his nipples. After several minutes, I sat up against him, took his head in my hands, and we engaged in some passionate, deep-tongue kissing, while he continued to double-stroke our cocks.

He didn’t take us to climax, though. After a bit, he pushed me back down on the bed and came down with me, so that we were both on our side, with his butt cuddled into my belly.

“I could stay here all night, here with you,” CJ whispered.

“You certainly can if you want to, CJ,” I responded. “I wouldn’t be displeased in the least.”

CJ gave a contented sigh and pushed his butt further into the curve of my stomach. I was quite aware that my cock was running down the generous-sized crack between his butt cheeks.”

“Craig,” CJ said in a low voice after a few minutes. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock in me. Just scoot your body down a bit. Yes, like that. I’ll raise my leg up like this to give you entrance and you put your leg up like that. You’re big and long enough. There, guide it to my ass and curl back up like . . . Ah, yes, that’s it. Deeper. Deeper still. Oh, yes. God that’s good. Now relax. Just do what’s natural. Oh, Oh. Yes, yes. Oh, yes, good, you can reach my rod and balls. Ah, that feels so nice. You are a natural. You are so good. This, in case you wondered, is what we call side splitting. Come, give us a kiss.”

After a gentle fuck ending in a shared release, we stayed that way, me inside CJ, until near dawn. I don’t know for how long, really, because, when I awoke in the morning, CJ was gone and I briefly wondered if I’d imagined the whole previous day and night.

I had no idea I could be as brazen as I was the next day while we were reeling this Binggum guy in. But CJ had told me that we didn’t have much time to turn the trick, and Binggum seemed pretty grouchy at first during our initial meeting with his full board. I guess, though, that was because he didn’t really zero in on me until I had gotten up to give my short briefing late in the morning. CJ had been curious how I could dress to be noticed, and I told him that there wasn’t really any problem in that department. I had brought what I called my party suit, which I had had tailored for cruising the bars when I’d wanted to pick up women. I saw no reason why it couldn’t work as well on a man who was so inclined, and I proved to be correct.

The suit was tailored of a fine material that, nevertheless, followed just about every curve I had. The seat was basted in a bit to show the roundness and firmness of my butt, the legs fit closely to my well-muscled legs, and a close inspection of the crotch area would leave little doubt which side I “dressed” on. The pants rode quite low for dress slacks—and, in fact, would show a nice curl of pubic hair if I wasn’t wearing a shirt. The shirt was of a fine, close-fitting material as well, which did not completely hide the shadow of my dark chest hair and made no attempt to hide my nipples if they were erect. The coat was also cut to flatter how my full chest flared down to a small waist.

Binggum got his first whiff of the chase when I rose up behind CJ’s chair when it was time for me to brief and I stood at the foot of the table near the slide show only long enough for Binggum to get me completely in his sights. I then walked back to stand beside him at the head of the table for much of my briefing. I could tell that he was hooked because of the thorough once-over he gave me while I was near the slide screen and by the way his eyes were glued to my crotch as I came over beside him. The definitely male musk cologne I was wearing couldn’t have hurt. For most of my briefing, his eyes remained plastered to me rather than to the slides that were flipping at the front of the room.

Suddenly, Binggum became much more interested in CJ’s proposal and he asked fewer questions. By mid afternoon, he seemed irritated if anyone else in the room dared to ask a penetrating or complex question, and he finally just waved all of his people away and said he wanted to discuss the final details with CJ “and his staff” alone. When the room had cleared, I gave a meaningful look at CJ and then turned to Binggum and asked if I could use the nearby men’s room before we restarted the discussions. Binggum said that was a fine idea and that he’d also take a men’s room break. CJ said he was just fine, thank you very much, and would set up the next part of the briefing while we were gone.

Binggum ushered me to a very plush executive washroom right next to the conference room. I went up the bank of wash basins, while Binggum saddled up to a urinal. I was delighted to see that there were no barriers between the urinals.

“Oh, crap,” I muttered. “Is that I coffee stain, I see on my shirt.” I looked into the mirror and made like I saw some sort of stain on my shirt. Without another word, I took my coat off and hung it on a stall door, and then, turning three-quarters toward where Binggum was standing up to a urinal, his eyes glued to me, I slowly unbuttoned and peeled off my shirt and held it out to inspect it. I was fully aware that my biceps were rippling in the effort and that I was fully exposed down to a slight curl of pubic hair above my trousers.

I made a few clucking sounds and acted like I must just be wrong, that I couldn’t find any coffee stains on my shirt. But, rather than put it back on, I draped it on top of my coat on the stall door and slowly walked toward Binggum. I approached the bank of urinals and, leaving two urinals between us, I moved in toward one—but not too close. I again turned a bit so that Binggum would get a full view of the action. I unzipped my tight pants and peeled them down onto my hips. My underwear of choice that day was a black net sock jock, which I proceeded to pull off of my long, thick dick and tuck up under my balls. As an added little ornament, I was wearing a black leather cock ring with silver studs at the base of my cock and balls. I thought Binggum was going to wet all over himself when he saw that. And then I sent a nice long piss arcing across considerable distance into the urinal, arching my hips toward the urinal and my finely muscled chest back, with my hands on my butt cheeks. I smiled, closed my eyes, and gave a satisfied little sigh. When I was done and had flicked my dick several times to prevent seepage, I slowly walked back over to the stall, faced Binggum, and redressed. I was completely brazen about the whole maneuver. Binggum couldn’t help but have gotten the engraved invitation.

The subsequent private session between CJ, Binggum, and me could not have been shorter and Binggum could not have been more accommodating and congenial. When the last verbal agreement had been settled, Binggum said his secretary could type up the deal we’d struck, and we could sign it over dinner, if CJ and I would be willing to have dinner with Binggum in his ocean-side house that evening. CJ and I, of course, thought this would be a splendid idea.

Binggum went on ahead in a big, white stretch limousine, while CJ waited for the contracts to be typed and copied. I slipped off to the men’s room and exchanged my white shirt, tie, and suit jacket for a billowy cotton pullover peasant’s shirt with a deep slit down the front held together by a lacing and topped by a black leather vest. The shirt was opaque enough to show off my tanned chest and the tufts of hair that wound down from my neck, out and around my nipples, and then back together and down to my crotch. I then laced a pair of soft, black-leather chaps over my pants, brushed my teeth and my hair, and headed for the door.

While we were being driven over to Binggum’s house in a black limousine with smoked windows, CJ couldn’t resist doing a little bit of exploring of my body of his own with his hands and his lips, but he broke off before anything serious happened, as we both agreed that I had to be “up” exclusively for Binggum at least until the contracts had been signed.

Binggum met us at the door himself in a loosely fitting cotton lounge suit, and I was pleased to see his crotch tent out as soon as he saw me come through the door. We went into a large lounge area overlooking a nicely landscaped patio and pool as well as the ocean, and I sank into a mile-long sectional sofa facing the view. Immediately after we had been served the drink of our choice, CJ asked if there was somewhere he could change into something more casual, and Binggum fell all over himself helping CJ out of the room. That accomplished, Binggum scurried back, planted himself nearly on top of me, wrapped one arm around my shoulder, turned my head toward his with that hand, and looked pleadingly into my eyes.

“I’ve been waiting to get you alone like this all day,” he chirped.

“I’ve been looking forward to it myself, I said,” and gave him a million-dollar smile.

He moved his lips into mine, and ran his fingers into my hair, holding my head in place. My lips met his in a sweet kiss that became increasingly deep and crushing. I opened my lips to him and let his tongue in. I could feel his free hand on my chest, over a nipple, and then it slid through the lacings of my shirt front, snake through my chest hair, and found my other nipple. I felt his body shudder at the ecstasy of finally making skin-on-skin contact—as if before that moment I hadn’t been real. I took the initiative and forced his tongue out of my mouth with mine, and I invaded his inner space, probing. He shuddered again, and his free hand exited my shirt front and moved down to my crotch. He couldn’t get all that much satisfaction there other than to get my measure, because the leather pants held my dick tightly in place, but he’d already seen the goods, so there weren’t many surprises for him to have there short of finding out how far into a couple of his orifices it could go.

I moved up on my hip toward him, crossed with the arm he didn’t have locked in his embraced, and went directly for that tent he’d shown at the door in those loose cotton pants. I encased his engorging dick through his pants in my hand with a firm, authoritative grip and was pleased to find that he was fairly long and thick. He broke away from my lips with a little cry and looked deeply into my eyes with an expression of ecstasy and longing. He started fiddling with my belt buckle, but I took my hand away from his penis and gently pulled his hand away from what he was trying to do.

“No, not that. Not yet. That’s the main course, and that comes after dinner is eaten and the contracts are signed, not before.”

He gave me a disappointed look and started to speak, but I put my finger to his lips, and said, “That doesn’t mean there isn’t an appetizer, though. Just relax and give me full control.”

Then turning more toward him, I gently pushed him down on his back along the sectional, scooted up on the edge of the couch, and lifted his right leg up and over my head until it rested between my left side and the back of the sectional. His other leg was trailing down on the floor in front of my knees and his crotch was open to me. I gently pulled the tail of his shirt out of his pants, and, as I lowered my mouth unto the top of his dick as it pushed at the fabric of his pants, I ran my hands under his shirt tail and up the sides his well-toned torso and placed one hand over each of his nipples. I gently flicked at these with my fingers.

Binggum was giving little sighing sounds and moans and was moving his arms around over his face and down along my arms on top of his shirt as if he very much wanted to do something but couldn’t quite figure out what that was. I slowly gave him head through the cotton pants. He tried to move both of his legs, but I had one leg pinned against the back of the sofa and lifted my right leg over his other leg and then pinned that between both of mine. I could feel him starting to want to raise his torso, but I applied more pressure with my hands on his nipples, moved my hands up to his armpits, with my thumbs pressing below his shoulder blades, and, taking my mouth from his crotch, whispered. “I said relax. Just let me control.”

“Just let us control,” I heard CJ say from across the room. I looked up, and Binggum stretched his head back to look behind him at the sound of CJ’s voice. That big, magnificent, chocolate-brown man was leaning against the door into the room he had entered. He was outfitted in black, tight silk from an armless vest open in front down to below his navel, to tight black pants, with a bright red silk, bulging pouch at the crotch. When he’d made his dramatic entrance, he moved right over to where Binggum was stretched out, and deftly pulled Binggum’s shirt up and off his body. CJ sank down on his knees beside Binggum’s chest and gave the man a big grin.

“Hi, guy, long time no see,” CJ said with a laugh. Binggum laughed back, and CJ covered his grinning mouth in a big sloppy kiss. I left CJ to that area of activity and slowly brought my hands down along Binggum’s sides until they rested just above his hip bones and above the line of his cotton pants, fanned out up his sides. He was shuddering slightly like Jell-O. I took the tip of his dick back into my mouth through the cotton pants and took him in up to the rim of his glans like a mechanical shovel. He tried to reach down to me with his hands, but CJ took both of his arms in his strong hands, moved them over his head, and went exploring on Binggum’s ears, throat, nipples, and armpits and down to his navel with his tongue and teeth. Binggum was giving little yip, yip sounds, breathing in pants, and moaning. I was pretty sure he was getting his contract’s worth with this little appetizer.

Next thing I knew, one of CJ’s hands was slowly snaking down across Binggum’s chest and belly and had disappeared below the cotton pants line. I slowly took all of Binggum into my mouth, down toward the root, to discover that CJ had wrapped his thumb and finger around Binggum’s penis at the root and was applying pressure. And Binggum was responding by engorging further and arching his hips up. I sat up looked up toward Binggum’s head. CJ had his other hand buried in Binggum’s hair, keeping him from raising his chest. Binggum was running one hand up and down CJ’s back, under his silk vest and had his other one clutching alternately at CJ’s chest and crotch, unsuccessfully trying to find an entry through the tight silk.

Binggum looked down at me in dreamy ecstasy, and I smiled back at him. Taking the hem of his pants in both of my hands at the hips, I raised myself briefly, and slowly brought the pants down until his dick flopped out. Seeing that chocolate-brown flesh cock ring provided by CJ very nearly made me cream myself. I lowered my mouth to Binggum’s dick and gave his glans a tight suction kiss. While holding his glans in my mouth, I opened his piss hole with my tongue, an action that sent Binggum completely over the edge. He began flopping around and squirted cum. I had sensed he was coming, however, and had moved my mouth down to where my lips met CJ’s fingers, so that I was able to take in Binggum’s three eruptions without damaging the nap of the sofa.

Binggum flopped back on the sofa and threw his arms over his head with a deep sigh. I maintained my purchase on his dick while stripping him completely of his pants. I could feel CJ’s fingers leaving Binggum’s dick and continuing down to where he could play with Binggum’s balls. He went back to nibbling and tonguing on Binggum’s stomach, chest, and armpits and giving him deep kisses, and it wasn’t more than a few minutes before I could feel Binggum’s penis start coming to life again. After a few minutes, I felt Binggum give a jolt and I heard a little grunt from him, as much pain as pleasure. I turned my head and found that CJ had moved his arm and hand under Binggum’s ass and I could see a chocolate finger buried up to the knuckle in Binggum’s asshole. I watched in fascination, as the finger rotated and probed, and Binggum responded by wiggling his ass, making gasping sounds when CJ wasn’t kissing him, and regrowing his dick in my mouth.

I began to give him head, slowly at first and then faster. I moved a hand over his thigh to cup his balls and to roll and pull at them. One finger of that hand, though, I allowed to travel down even further until I could feel CJ’s knuckle, buried in Binggum’s hole. I heard a little sucking sound from below and grunt and moan from above, as CJ’s knuckle pulled down in Binggum’s hole and gave my finger purchase to enter the cavern. CJ and I got a little, slow piston rhythm going, whereby he pushed in as I retracted my finger and then I pushed in up to the knuckle as he pulled out. Then we changed the pattern, both going in up to the knuckle and rimming around the canal wall, opening the hole wider. A second of CJ’s fingers worked its way into the hole and then a second of mine. Binggum was panting and rotating his butt in rhythm with ours. CJ permitted him to rise up on his haunches and watch me giving him head. he took my head in his hands, and I let him guide me; back and forth, up and down, slowly down and up, and then a plunge to the root. We now had three fingers each in Binggum’s hole, and his tunnel was opening wide. He’d obviously done a lot of this before.

CJ pulled his fingers out and rose to his feet in one languid move. He stood there, looking down at us. He had Binggum’s full attention, and I could see him out of the corner of my eye, as well. His hands slid down his body and met at his crotch. He reached into the folds of the material unbuttoned his red silk pouch, and out popped his gigantic tool. He moved his hand back to the coffee table and picked up a small tube and pushed out a large dab of salve, which he proceeded to rub into his cock, from route to tip, leaving both Binggum and me with the impression that he might be masturbating himself to climax for our entertainment.

Binggum was watching him in fascination laced with trepidation and doubt. His hands left my head, and I held his dick in check, and my hand went back to cupping his balls. Binggum reached out for CJ’s cock, but CJ playfully slapped his hands away and came down onto the sofa behind him on his knees. I moved around to the side and went down on my knees on the floor, freeing Binggum’s leg. CJ reached over and took a pillow from the back of the couch, lifted Binggum’s hips, stuffed the pillow under and up to Binggum’s hipline so that his butt was suspended in the air, and lifted both of Binggum’s legs over his shoulders. Binggum was propping himself up on his elbows, getting as good a look over my head of what CJ was doing as possible. CJ slowly walked into Binggum’s butt on his knees. I moved my hand back down to Binggum’s asshole and stretched the rim. I could feel CJ’s cockhead flopping against Binggum’s ass and my fingers. Binggum was moaning again and giving little shudders of anticipation. I took CJ’s cock in my hands and guided his glans to Binggum’s asshole. CJ bellied in closer, and I helped push the head of his cock further into the hole. Binggum moaned a quiet “No,” and started to reach down with his hand. But I collapsed his other elbow prop, and he fell back onto the sofa, as CJ glided several inches into the hole. I ran my hand up Binggum’s stomach and chest and held him down with my hand just below the Adam’s apple. He probably could have fought me off, but he was getting what he wanted—much more of a appetizer than I thought we’d give him—so he just played at struggling, playing the powerless rape victim.

“Oh, Man, that’s nice,” CJ said in a husky voice. “I remember this ass. This is such a nice ass. I’d never forget it.” I thought maybe CJ was laying this lust for a customer thing on a bit thick, but I was sure that Binggum was loving it. I took my mouth from Binggum’s dick and moved it up his stomach to his nipples, where I gave him some lovin and rimming. I left his dick encased in my hands, though, and was keeping track of how close to shooting off for a second time he was coming. I turned my head and lay it on Binggum’s chest and watched CJ go to work. And work he did. At first I could see him coming in closer on Binggum, and I could tell by Binggum’s grunts that CJ was slowly moving deeper. But he must have reached an impasse of some sort, because he took hold of Binggum’s legs and pulled them wide. He got in a little further after that, I think, but he was looking a little perturbed. Suddenly however, he just plunged all the way in. Binggum gave a little scream, flopped around, and huskily cried, “Oh God, please save me. He’s splitting me,” to me.

“Shush, shush,” I responded. “This is just an appetizer, you know. I’m actually bigger, you know.” And then I took his lips into a deep kiss. He took my head in his hands, and concentrated on the kiss. I could feel him relaxing, and I also could feel his head moving up and down. I looked around. CJ was slowly pumping him, putting his whole body into motion. In a little. Out. In half way. Out to nearly the tip, and then a slow plunge down to the root. Out again, followed by a quick deep thrust.

I sat back on my haunches, watching in fascination. Binggum was flopping around again, but his frightened—or feigned—no’s had turned into yes, yes, yes.

Then CJ showed what a magnificent athlete he was. Pulling Binggum’s legs back over his shoulder, he locked his hands behind Binggum’s back and stood up in the sofa, bearing Binggum’s entire weight. he stepped down off the sofa, moved over to a corner where the wall met the sliding windows, pushed Binggum up against the wall and started pumping deep and hard.

Binggum was whimpering, turning his eyes toward me, and whisper, “Save me, save me. This monster is going to split me apart. This big, black stud is killing me. This can’t be a dick; it’s got to be a baseball bat.” I wasn’t having any of that, however. Binggum was having a ball. Supporting Binggum on one arm, CJ reached around and took Binggum’s dick in his big mitt and pumped and pumped and pumped. With a scream of joy, Binggum came for the second time. Squirting his cum up onto CJ’s heaving chest. The silk vest had opened wide, so that most of the load just mixed with the sweat on CJ’s chest and made his body glisten in the light reflected through the glass off the ocean and the pool. Binggum buried his hands in CJ’s chest and his face into CJ’s throat.

CJ just held him there for a few minutes and then gave a little jerk. “Hey, you bastard, no biting.”

Then CJ pulled away from the wall and frog marched Binggum over to a wood-topped desk. With a sweep of his hand, he pushed everything off the desk top and pushed Binggum down on his back on the cold surface. Holding him down with one mitt in the center of his chest, CJ spread one of Binggum’s knees up and out.

“A little help here?” he asked me, and I walked over and took the other leg and push it up and out, bent at the knee. “Surfacing submarine maneuvers,” he said, and I figured out immediately what he was going to do. I moved my other hand over and circled Binggum’s asshole and CJ’s buried cock, giving CJ and more visible target.

Binggum was moaning. “What, What? What are you going to do?”

“This,” CJ answered, and with a great slurping sound, he pulled his cock all the way out of Binggum in one smooth glide. He brought his mouth down on Binggum’s cock and slid all the way down on it twice, in two swift motions. Binggum was engorging again, and voicing little, “Oh, oh, ohs.” Then CJ raised up again, reared his butt cheeks back, and, in perfect targeting, entered and buried his cock up to the hilt. Binggum screamed and jerked. CJ pulled all of the way back, reared his butt back again and then thrust forward again, pushing Binggum further up on the desk top with the furry of his motion. Binggum moaned and jerked again. Binggum’s head was bouncing off the wall, and he had to lift his hands up to the wall to cushion the blows. CJ lowered his mouth and swallowed Binggum’s rising cock again in one swift motion, then again, and then a third time. This was followed by three swift, deep thrusts by the battering ram. Then a series of four. Binggum’s screams of pleasure were overriding his yelps of pain now.

“Get the pattern?” CJ asked through clinched teeth.

“Oh, yes, yes. God you’re good. God, god, fuck me. Fuck me harder. It’s been so long since I’ve had it this good.”

“Now for a change of pace,” CJ said. Here, help me turn him. And there, on the desk, we rotated Binggum around CJ’s buried cock so that he was face down. He held Binggum down on the tabletop with one hand in the center of his back and held one leg out to the side, while I held the other. And then CJ began to rotate his hips in a revolving motion that stretched Binggum’s ass even further and moved CJ’s dick around Binggum’s ass rim.

Binggum was moaning in pleasure, and he brought his hands back and spread his butt cheeks himself.

“Join me?” CJ asked after a series of varied-rhythm pumpings.

“I really shouldn’t,” I answered. “This was only supposed to be the appetizer. I’m supposed to be the main course, after the papers are signed.”

“But you can’t resist, can you?” CJ responded with a laugh. “I don’t think we need to worry about spoiling the main course or about the papers needing to be signed, do we, Love?” CJ lowered himself on Binggum and nuzzled his face into his neck.

“No,” Binggum gasped. “Do it. You know you promised me a double the next time we did business, and I’ve never been this open before.”

“Well, OK, I said, but don’t look. The strip is part of the main course.” I walked over to where Binggum couldn’t see me, no matter how he strained to do so and stripped off my chaps, my pants, and my net sock jock. The freedom it brought felt good. I’d had a hard on for what seemed to be forever, and the net had been chafing me.

As I pulled the jock off, I could hear CJ take in a gulp of breath. “God, you’re beautiful, he said. I didn’t know you could get so big.”

“What?” Binggum asked. “What’s happening? What did you say?”

“Just that you’re a very, very lucky piece of ass,” CJ said, with a chuckle.

I went over to the coffee table, took a big glob of ointment, and rubbed my dick down with it. It felt cool, and I found it had a numbing agent of the skin but something that increased the sensitivity of the glans. This was going to be fun. I walked back over to the desk, approaching from the rear so that Binggum couldn’t see me, my big, long tool freely flopping in the air.

“This might be tricky,” I said as I approached. “Got any ideas?”

“Piece of cake,” CJ answered. I can crouch forever. You can have top.” With that, CJ crouched down, but his chest went back rather than forward and he had his weight balanced on the toes and balls of his massive feet. His dick went down to the bottom of Binggum’s asshole and retracted several inches as he crouched, and I could see what looked like a good bit of room open on top. I came up between CJ and Binggum’s butt, CJ pulled out of the hole until only his glans had purchase, and I threw my leg over the space between the two men. CJ was crouched down far enough that I could easily stand between them, my butt cheeks cuddled into CJ’s stomach and my dick running up Binggum’s butt crack. I gave him a couple of strokes there for effect.

Binggum shuddered with pleasure and had both of his hands running down my dick from glans to root before I could do anything about it. His hands began to shake when he discovered I was still wearing the cock ring he’d seen in the men’s room back at the office. But then he squeezed it in a sign of approval.

This show was for him, so I left him to it for a moment. Then I said, “You might want to get back to spreading those cheeks again, at least at first, if you know what’s good for you.”

Binggum complied, and I lifted myself up a bit and guided the tip of my dick down to where it rested on top of where CJ’s dick was positioned just inside the entrance. CJ was pulled back so that when I came back down, my dick was laying along atop his. His was a bit thicker and longer, but neither of us had any reason to be ashamed. I moved both of my hands down and encased our cocks into one unit. I held them there for a moment, my cock still rising, CJ’s ramrod straight and strong. Then I undid the studded leather cock ring that had been nestled at my root, flipped it open from where it had been doubled up, wrapped it around our combined cocks, and fastened it again. A tremor went through CJ’s body, his cock hardened a bit further, and he gave a little sigh and buried his head into my neck and nibbled along the artery pumping blood up into my head. My blood began to boil. I turned my head, and we kissed. Binggum was giving little pants of anticipation. I removed one of my hands and pushed his free leg up and out again.

And then, with me snuggled into his stomach, CJ slowly started to moved forward and upward. A little thrill of sensation flashed through my glans as I felt it moving into Binggum’s tunnel, largely under CJ’s power. I wondered if there could possibly be room, but then there we were both in up to the rim of our glans. Binggum continued panting and giving little mewing sounds. CJ’s and my kiss lingered and we opened our mouths to each other. CJ pushed us in a couple of more inches and then stopped and gently rocked back and forth, waiting for Binggum to open more. A couple of more inches and then if felt like we could go in for miles, and so CJ pushed us right in up to the hilt.

My free hand no longer had any dick to hold, so I lowered it and found Binggum’s dick and balls. I played with the balls briefly and then began slowly milking Binggum’s dick. Binggum, very happy with himself, was giving little moans of pleasure and informing the world that he had done it; he had taken in two of the world’s largest and most luscious dicks.

I could feel the change in CJ. The master of holding it was not far from giving up his load. I could feel that Binggum was loading up for another shot as well. I willed myself to time my load and Binggum’s shot to match CJ’s. CJ helped by losing control. He began to pump, and I had no control over that myself. His dick was supporting mine and he was providing the thrust from the rear with his massive thighs 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 and move to the sofa and slowly sink down into a double fetal position without losing the sausage-in-the-bun position. Binggum was being very quiet.

To Be Continued.