Chapter 20

“Not to worry,” Emory said. “Age is just a number. I’m happy with who I am. And happier now that you’re here with me.”

Emory pulled Cam close and kissed him. The kiss was full of passion and emotion. Cam kissed him back with equal intensity, the sexual arousal now infused with deep affection, with love.”

For a long time the men played in the water—wrestling, groping, diving from the raft. Finally, they lay side by side on the soft, artificial turf.

Emory reached out to trace the contours of Cam’s face. “I didn’t turn on the raft lights, just those under it, just in case we needed more privacy.”

“And what would we need more privacy for?” Cam teased.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe this.” Emory rolled over on top of Cam and ground his already hard cock against Cam’s. Emory pinned Cam’s arms to the raft by his wrists.