“I’m cumming!”
We both . came, not simultaneously. Two seconds after I erupted, Adam’s right hand stopped revolving. Most of his load landed on his belly. A few drops glittered on his bush like dew on the prairie. I had to fight an impulse to use my tongue as a towel, to lick up the spilled cream, taste the stuff, swallow it.
Adam wouldn’t understand if I tried that. He’d call me queer if I lapped up his jism. He’d get weIr'd notions. Gee, he might even want me to suck his dong for him. N o,‘thanks. One cozy ._ jerk-off together didn’t make Adam and me lovers. I wasn’t a cocksucker. Not for Adam.
He Whistled. “Gosh, you shoot a big load, Carter.” 
“That’s ’cause I have a big prick,” I said modestly. ‘,‘My cream id thicker, too. Your jizz is like fizz from a fountain.”