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to! Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
    Not convinced, Lon nevertheless walked Casey backward until his knees hit the bed and he flopped down. Lon placed one large knee on the bed next to Casey’s hipbone and hovered over him. “How about you tell me what you want, and we’ll go from there.”
    Casey reached out and touched Lon’s buttcheek, making Lon wonder if he wanted to switch roles. He’d come across enough gay guys to know that the skinny, boyish ones were not always bottoms and the beefy, macho ones were not always tops. Lon had, on occasion, spread his thighs for a good ride. Not with anyone like Casey, but with big daddies who fucked hard. He’d do it if Casey wanted to.
    “Do you remember what you offered me last night?” he whispered to Lon, who shook his head. “You said to me, ‘Do you want my mouth, my hand, or my fingers?’ Well, I want all three at the same time.”
    Was that all?
    Lon smiled and bent down for a kiss. Casey responded with enthusiasm, which assured him he was on board with all that was about to happen. He kissed Casey for long moments before venturing further south. Casey’s pink nipples were calling to him and he spent some time licking and tonguing the little nubs before moving on again.
    “Lon! You don’t need to do this seduction crap. I’m seduced, I’m seduced!” Crap ? He thought it was crap? Lon was a little bit hurt until Casey thrashed under him and cried, “For fuck’s sake! What are you going to think of me when I come before you’ve even touched my dick? Move along or else this party is going to fizz.”
    Lon smiled but understood. He had Casey move over a bit on the bed so he could comfortably kneel beside him; then he spread those two lean legs and investigated with his tongue.
    “Oh, fuckityfuckfuckfuck….” The words seemed to be wrenched from Casey’s soul as he first froze in surprise and then jerked as sensation hit him.
    Lon used his tongue on Casey’s pert hole before sucking wetly at his perineum and finally moving on to take his balls, one by one, into his hot mouth. The area was soaked with his saliva, so he used one finger against Casey’s entrance and found resistance.
    Poor Casey was having a hard time holding it in, and his voice had gone all squeaky. He was chanting to himself, pushing his fingers against his eyes. “Oh, man. Don’t come, don’t come! Think of something really terrible, Casey-dude. Think of sand in horrible places, sunburn on your scrotum, athlete’s foot, giant inflated breasts, Grandma’s enema cream, choc milk left in a hot car for two days. Think bad, Casey-dude, ’cause we really want Lon to keep doing what he’s doing.”
    Lon snickered and let up a bit. Casey had asked for fingers and mouth at the same time, so if he was that close to the edge, then maybe Lon should get moving on that request. The bottle of lube was in the drawer next to the bed, and he upended it, squeezing a good-size amount onto his fingers.
    “Has someone done this to you before?” Lon asked, his voice deep and gravelly.
    “Huh?”
    “Have you been penetrated before? Do you know what to expect?”
    Confusion cleared from Casey’s brow. “Oh, yeah. Go for it. You’re not in bed with a virgin.”
    And somewhere in the recess of his mind, Lon found the presence to thank some God for that, before pressing a firm finger back to Casey’s entrance. Casey pulled one leg up, making plenty of room for Lon to work with, so he tried for two digits. Casey keened at a pitch that only dogs could hear and threw his head back. Working the lube inside with his two fingers, Lon leaned forward to fulfill the second part of his promise. He opened his mouth and engulfed Casey’s cock down.
    Casey was so aroused that Lon only needed to lie still while the younger man jerked himself to climax, as with every thrust of his skinny hips he buried himself in the warmth of Lon’s mouth, then speared himself down on his fingers with every