When the kid put his wet lips around Walker cock again, almost swallowing him whole whilst massaging his balls, the feel of a soft but determined tong swirling around the tip made Walker honestly think he would die right then and there. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold this much longer.
Joel suddenly felt the man's hips bulk up a bit, and before he could even fully comprehend what this meant he felt little warm gushes of salty liquid entering his mouth and throat. Joel had thought about it, but he really didn't want to swallow Simon Walker's come. What he did want was for that same Simon Walker to get a taste of his own.
Still panting in short gasps, Walker looked up a bit to see the kid staring at him with a closed and wet mouth, a little droplet running down the side. Joel turned around, holding his head above the coffee-table, and Walker could see a short string of spit and come falling down on its top.
Joel made sure he aimed the mixture right next to the puddle of spit and liquor Walker had already left there before. He didn't spit it all out though. He turned around – actually looking kinda cocky and self-satisfied, Walker thought. Joel climbed on top of Walker, kissing him hard, bruising his lips. Walker could feel the kid prodding his teeth with his tongue to gain entrance and Walker didn't decline. As soon as he felt the warmth of Joel's mouth and the softness of the boy's tongue on his, he also started to realize the kid had just poured some of his own come in his mouth. As if Joel had felt Walker's realization, h e could feel the boy suddenly smirking into their kiss. Walker didn't care. He could feel his still leaking cock showing small signs of life again beneath Joel's rubbing ass, and he started to smirk himself. Walker knew Joel wouldn't be laughing for very long.