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kissing was not required on first acquaintance. It was followed by the line that said it was optional on the second go around. And Lon was determined to take up that option. Casey’s lips were full and plump, and he wanted to feel that against his mouth.
    Fire ignited between them and they both gasped and fell together, kissing and grabbing each other to stay upright while keeping their mouths fused. Casey’s hand went for Lon’s waistband, undid it, and shoved his jeans down his thighs, taking his underwear with them. For Lon it was a relief. Jeans and pants didn’t always leave a lot of crotch room when he started to get an erection, so the removal of the material was golden. Casey dropped, squatting down to take the trousers all the way to his ankles, where Lon could step out of them.
    Once they were gone, Casey looked up and smiled. “Can I taste now?”
    “Fuck, yes.”
    Anticipation was a great thing, but Lon didn’t get to experience that. Casey didn’t leave him hanging. He immediately opened his mouth and took Lon inside, working the rest of his length with two hands to ensure Lon’s entire cock was pleasured. He thrust into that mouth several times and was slightly disappointed when Casey backed off. The art of deep-throating was lauded in clubs, and the one guy who’d taken Lon in was older and infinitely experienced. He didn’t expect Casey to be able to do it, but he had hoped.
    Casey worked him well, and soon he could feel his climax rushing in, so he pulled out, not ready to come this soon. “Not yet,” he panted as he pulled Casey up. “How about you do a little clothing removal so we can party together?”
    There was no dawdling. Casey simply smiled, stripped down quickly, and threw his clothing on the table. Lon stepped back and took a good look. Last night in the shower he hadn’t gotten more than a glimpse or two. Now he could look his fill and not have to worry about offending or being demanding. Casey was lean, on the verge of skinny, but with nice muscle tone and a sprinkling of hair on his thighs and pubic area, but that was about it. His nipples were small and pale pink, puckered up nicely in arousal.
    There was also something else that showed his arousal, and Lon stepped forward to palm his junk and watch Casey melt from the contact.
    “Bed?” he asked gruffly.
    “Oh, God! Yes!”
    Spinning Casey around, Lon nudged him toward the caravan door, then padlocked the annex and followed him inside. Casey was perched on the edge of the bed, cupping his own cock in his hand and giving it a bit of a jerk while he waited.
    “One day I’m going to watch you do that to yourself,” Lon promised Casey in an undertone. To his surprise Casey’s face paled and his hands dropped away from his own body as if he were suddenly on fire. Startled, Lon quickly assured him, “Only if you want to, of course. I’d never force you to do anything.”
    He saw Casey take a deep breath before looking up at Lon from beneath his lashes. “I know. Just not that. For now.”
    That made Lon hesitate. He’d once been with a guy who’d been in an unhealthy Dominant-submissive relationship for ten years before he’d gotten out. The guy had been forced to do things that his natural inclination balked at, and was so screwed up that he didn’t know what he wanted and what he didn’t like. Lon had slept with him on and off for about a month, but in the end the guy needed something that Lon couldn’t provide. He needed someone less—less big, less bossy, less dominant, less intimidating. The last time Lon had seen him, he’d been dating a nice but boring accountant with thick glasses and a comb-over.
    “Casey,” he sighed. “You don’t have to do anything with me tonight. If you just want a bed to stay in, then give me two minutes to jerk off outside and we can just sleep together. I’m not into the rapist scene.”
    “No!” Casey jumped up and almost climbed up Lon in his attempt to get close. “I want