Lee and Eliah got to the Cigar Room within minutes of each other. They fell silent as they all watched what was, obviously a part of the ritual. Archibald was busy washing Boris's cock head with his tongue and jacking his shaft with both hands. It was a mesmerizing event to watch. Archibald, momentarily interrupted said, " Gentleman your timing is impeccable. Can you assist me in getting this Man off, and then we will have a fine Cigar." Lee, possibly the most hirsute man alive, covered in soft, silken, coal black hair from his collar bones to his feet, except for his long thick dick shaft, stepped in behind Boris and covered his smooth hairless back with his soft silken torso. Reaching under his smooth arms to embrace and support him, tweaking his hard tit nubs between his fingers. Boris sighed, and muttered contentedly, "So Soft".
Archibald had swallowed all the cock he could. His hands were skinning up and down Boris's long thick column. Eliah, new to this rite, offered his hands as best he could. They worked diligently on Boris, smoothing, coaxing, tweaking, demanding, and finally taking him over the edge to frantic, pumping hip thrusts and geysers of thick cum. Archibald's mouth overflowed. No one could possibly swallow fast enough to catch all his cum. His gray hair and chest was spattered with it. All three were splattered by his load. They took turns cleaning Boris's shaft and balls. Rare had been the time when there was so much to share.