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slightly kinky feeling of doing something forbidden. I had never been one for public sex, but with Jason I found I stretched my boundaries. "Oh, yes," he sighed, his mouth pressing into my balls and I rocked, thrusting my hips up. "Look at what I can make you do."
    His hot breath caressed my erection, then the tip of his tongue licked precum out of my slit, his lips exploring and enclosing the swollen head with wet heat. I moaned and pressed the back of his head down, wanting him to swallow me to the root. My nerves thrummed and my balls tightened in preorgasmic tension. A strange vibration started at the base of my dick and grew. It was several moments of unbelievable bliss before I realized Jason was humming, and the vibration from his throat was going straight to the core of my cock.
    I shouted out his name and shot my load. He swallowed and it felt like he was taking my whole dick right down his throat, milking me dry. I collapsed back against the lounger struggling to get my breath back.
    He crawled up my body and I hugged him close, petting his back.
    "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
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    He grinned against my throat. "Would you believe TV?
    Some sex show on here! They were talking about how to give mind blowing head."
    "Wow, finally paying through the nose for cable pays off." I nuzzled his throat. "You're a keeper, Jason Zachary."
    "Yes, Sir."
    Darkness fell and fireflies come out, enchanting us. We shared the lounger and one more beer before retreating into the house to watch one of our favorite Lauren and Bogey movies.

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Jason
    After the final credits rolled, I bounced to my feet. "Got something for you. Stay here."
    I hurried into our bedroom where I scooped up the things I had picked up today on my side trip to Santa Barbara. I came out carrying them in both hands. He watched me approach with his usual intense scrutiny. No one I knew could stare down a person like my Alex.
    I handed him the Maxpedition backpack first. He turned the desert-tan bag over in his hands, examining all the various pockets and compartments it had.
    "You're serious about this trip, aren't you?"
    "I'm always serious about hiking. Here..." I handed him the Merrell boots. "I measured your work boots—these should be a perfect fit. Comfortable, too. You won't get blisters in these babies."
    He felt the weight of the boots and looked pleased. "Could kick some serious bear ass with these things."
    I had made the mistake of telling him there were black bears in the Wilderness area we were going to. Bears and mountain lions, too. Now I had an even harder thing to say to him.
    "Uh, can I ask you something?"
    His gray eyes met mine and he frowned. "You know you always can. What is it, Jay?"
    "Can you... can you not take your gun with you on this trip?"
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    "You know I don't like going anywhere without it," he said softly.
    "I know, and I respect that, Sir, but do you really think you're going to need it up there? It's only for a few days..."
    His frown deepened. Finally, all he would say was, "I'll think about it."
    I let it go. He'd either do what I asked or he wouldn't.
    Nagging him would only lead to punishment and while I usually enjoyed that, sometimes he picked something I didn't like one bit, like sleeping on the couch, away from him. I wasn't going to push the matter.
    I tugged his hand, pulling him off the leather couch. "Come on, try it on."
    He shrugged the backpack over his broad shoulders and let me help settle it into place.
    "How's it feel?"
    "Comfortable. Balanced."
    "Wait'll it's full of supplies. You'll get a good workout from it."
    He patted his belly and grinned ruefully. "Maybe work off some of this, you think?"
    I replaced his hand with my own, stroking his stomach through the thin T-shirt he wore. His muscles clenched under my questing fingers and he sucked in