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as ever. He loved this moment, the one of anticipation, the agonising seconds before a man's lips wrapped around his hardness and he took him into his mouth.
    Jason didn't reply. Instead, he got straight to the matter at hand, grabbing Randy's bulging cock, not too hard and not too soft, pulling on the base of it, retracting his foreskin in one fluid motion. Randy groaned.
    Then, with his piss slit oozing pre cum, his stomach tingling, his balls tightening, Jason took him into his mouth. Warmth overwhelmed him.
    "Fuck!" Randy yelled out. Fucking holy mother of Jesus, the man sucked unlike anything Randy had ever experienced before. He was an expert, a damn fucking expert, no doubt. Randy was in heaven well before Jason rolled his tongue over his glans, concentrating his efforts on his frenulum. Well before he had taken him in so deep his nose was immersed in his pubic hair. Well before he started groaning, humming and licking and sucking, enjoying every inch of his cock.
    What made the experience even more brilliant was the fact Jason used both of his hands, too. One to cup and gently massage his balls, the other to keep a hold of his cock, keep his foreskin retracted so he could continue to get at his most sensitive parts. Something most other guys never bothered with.
    Jason never looked away, either.
    Those deep blue eyes kept on looking up, kept on showing Randy how much he enjoyed sucking on his cock, how much he wanted--no, needed--to suck on him. Randy was at ecstasy's door a few short moments after that.
    "Let me…blow my load all…over you," Randy said with more gasps, more breaths that were heightened by his euphoria.
    Again, Jason didn't speak.
    He pulled away, making that wonderful slurping noise which Randy loved. His cock was slick with all of Jason's attention, soaked with both pre cum and saliva. What a fucking magnificent sight. Again Randy moaned, his whole body tingling. Climax wouldn't be far away now, especially as Jason kept jerking him off, massaging his balls, too.
    Then, with a smile on his lips, just like all good cock suckers should have when they had their needs satisfied, Jason closed his mouth and eyelids, waiting with expert patience for Randy to cover him in his sperm. The wait wasn't a long one.
    Randy blew his load.
    Ribbons of cum found Jason's face, hair and neck. Randy kept on pumping out more and more, yelling out with delight, while Jason kept his head still. He didn't seem bothered by the fact there was hot, sticky sperm covering him, oozing into his eyes from his thick ginger eyebrows, trickling to his mouth, going up his nose. Randy loved a guy who could take a load in such a way. 
    When Randy was done, and when Jason had jerked him off until he went flaccid, to make sure every last drop was milked, he said, "You passed. Now clean yourself up. I have a job for you. You're going to be bait in a trap I'm going to set up for our dear Casey Watson."
    Jason licked his cum soaked lips, his smile both of accomplishment and relief. "Yes, boss."

    Chapter Four
    Casey woke up a good solid eight hours after his head hit the pillow. He had morning wood, like he always did. Pity the chemist's assistant wasn't in the bed with him. He'd cream all over his pretty face then lick it all up afterwards. No, better still, he'd cream inside his tight arse, make the man wriggle with delight while he made love to him over and over. Or that Jason dude he interrogated last night. Yeah, a ginger wrapped in his arms would be something fucking awesome.
    He shook those thoughts from his mind.
    The chemist's assistant was straight and Jason was unemployed white trash. Instead, Casey's thoughts wandered to something a lot more tangible. To someone he knew he couldn't get but got to see naked every day. Some small consolation, anyway. That man was his partner, Bruce.
    He grabbed his cock tight and jerked himself off. Casey imagined Bruce, his huge bulk standing over his bed, his thick cock erect and ready for