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    Five thrusts and he was coming, spurting up into Lon’s mouth with delight and still riding the wave of pleasure as his channel squeezed around Lon’s fingers.
    “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooh.”
    Lon swallowed. It wasn’t his most favorite thing to do in life, but he liked it when guys did it to him. And in his philosophy, what goes around, comes around. He allowed Casey’s limp cock to fall back on his stomach with a wet plop, but kept his fingers firmly in his arse, feeling the last of those tremors and contractions. They were his reward. Even if Casey decided that that was it for the night and left Lon with blue balls, then at least Lon had this reward.
    Finally he withdrew and reached for the nearby towel. It was rough and mostly clean, so he used it to wipe up his wet chin and slippery fingers before swiping at Casey’s dampness on his dick and stomach.
    “Oh, my God, Lon. You’re fantastic. Can I put you in a bottle and carry you around with me?”
    Lon chuckled. “If I was small enough to fit in a bottle, how small do you think the important parts of me would be? The parts that you like, such as my big fingers and my impressive mouth?”
    Casey nodded in agreement, all seriousness on his face. “True. Those are very important parts. You’re right. I need you full-size. You’re perfect the exact size you are now.”
    “Like this?” Lon sat back against the pillows and palmed his erection, which was still patiently waiting its turn. Casey rolled to his stomach, which put his face directly in front of the towering shaft. Thankfully Casey was in the mood for reciprocation. He reached out and grasped Lon’s cock in his hand.
    “Oh, yes. This is exactly the right size. I’ve been waiting all day to play with this baby, so I hope he enjoys it.”
    Even sloppy blow jobs were enjoyable, Lon thought but didn’t bother to verbalize. He lay back, rested his hand on the back of Casey’s head, and allowed him to explore at will. The guy wasn’t shy about investigation, and he fingered Lon’s scrotum and palmed his balls while gliding his hand up and down the shaft.
    “Do you want some lube?” Lon asked, thinking that Casey just wanted to use his hand.
    “No.” He pulled back the foreskin on Lon’s cock, uncovered the head, and placed it in his mouth. He licked and applied light suction, using both hands to surround the rest of the penis that couldn’t make it into the waiting wetness. He bobbed, creating an immediate rhythm that was familiar and exciting.
    Lon touched the smooth skin of Casey’s back where he was kneeling over Lon’s lap. The guy was simply beautiful—all creamy skin—sexy, responsive, and eager. His arse was stuck up in the air, and Lon didn’t know where to look—at the mouth devouring his cock or the globes of the cute butt. And playing with that butt was definitely on Lon’s to-do list.
    While Casey created the sensation he needed, Lon reached over and fingered the arse crack he could reach but not see. Casey hummed and moaned around the flesh in his mouth, bringing Lon closer to climax, so he did it again, this time sliding a finger back inside that hot hole. Yeah—that hole was definitely hot, and Casey increased the speed of his work.
    “Fuck, you have a nice arse, Casey. I don’t know if I want my fingers or my dick up there more.”
    All too soon for his liking, Lon’s climax was on him. His balls drew up tight and he came in a sudden rush, tightening his fingers in Casey’s hair and pushing him down for a second. Thankfully he realized what he was doing before he could choke the poor guy. Dead twinks in bed did not make a good impression on the cops.
    “Shit. Sorry, mate.”
    Casey was swallowing madly as he came up, but he smiled. “No harm, no foul.”
    They put the towel to good use again, and then Lon settled down on the bed. Casey curled up beside him in his allotted third of the space and cuddled with his head on Lon’s outstretched arm.
    “Is this