“Yeah, that’s it, so good, so good,” Emory whispered.
When Cam was spent Emory pulled out. He pressed his balls against Cam’s and beat his cock frantically, accompanied by grunts and groans.
“Oh yeah, daddy. Cum on me,” Cam urged. “Cum on me!”
In just a few seconds Emory’s load was joining Cam’s on the man’s stomach. When he was done, Emory mixed the two pools of ejaculate, then took some on his fingers and fed it to Cam. Emory then spread some of the mixture on his cock and reinserted it into Cam’s hole. Bending over Cam again, Emory kissed him tenderly. He gently ran his tongue over Cam’s, seemingly to taste the mixture he had deposited there.
“And then they were one,” Emory said in a soft, emotion-filled voice.
He slipped out and urged Cam to slide up on the bed. Emory got in and lay beside Cam, holding him tightly, kissing his forehead, cheeks, neck, and lips.