“Three days,” James sighed, as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
Finally, it was Steven’s turn, he ripped off his shirt and held it in his left hand while he finished off with his right. “Shit, Shit” He said, as he too came all over his shaft.
There was quiet for a moment as each of us basked in the afterglow of our cum. But the silence was broken when James finally said “You don’t have a cum rag, do you?”
We all laughed, but Josh threw James his shirt. “It’s covered in cum anyway.” James laughed but eagerly used Josh’s shirt to wipe the cum from his face and chest before passing the shirt to the rest of us who also used his shirt to clean up.
“Well,” Josh laughed, when I handed his shirt back to him. “I’m not putting this back on.”
He was about to throw it out the window when I said “Throw it in the trunk,” with a grin on my face. “Just in case we need it again.”