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who don’t deserve them. She’d been great—for a while. The government had assigned him an older female as a therapist so it wouldn’t be so confronting to him.
    Casey knew now that he should’ve asked for another counselor.
    After six months of weekly sessions, Casey—then fifteen—had finally opened up another crack and admitted something to Margaret that he’d never spoken of before. I feel attracted to men. I don’t care about women or girls. I like looking at men.
    Unfortunately Margaret hadn’t believed him. She’d tried hard to get Casey to think that it was a result of his abuse, that he’d spent so much of his life trying to do everything to please his father that his own sexuality had been skewed.
    It had been a long, long slog to try and change his attraction to older men. That was the worst thing that Margaret had fucked up with. She told him that his lust for bigger, older males was because he was looking for a father figure. Someone to replace the man who had meant so much to him and whom he’d tried so hard to please.
    Yeah, right.
    Casey shook his head at that way of thinking. Did Margaret truly believe that he wanted another man in his life who would tell him what to do, beat him purple if he displeased him, threaten him, and take advantage of him? Did Margaret really think that someone who had been forced to suck dick would do it voluntarily if it weren’t already a part of their genetic makeup?
    Margaret had been all prune-mouthed and prudish when he pointed out the type of man that got his heart rate tripping. When she finally accepted that perhaps he could be gay, she warned him away from blokes like Lon. As a result Casey had never slept—in a bed—with someone as beautiful as the man beside him.
    And he’d never felt so safe.
    Morning arrived too soon for his liking. His bladder insisted it was time to get up, but he wanted to remain with Lon. They’d moved during the night. Lon was on his back still, but with his arms flung wide, taking up the entire width of the bed. Casey had migrated down until his back was curved into Lon’s side, his head resting on the mattress, below Lon’s armpit.
    Casey snuck a quick look at his watch and marveled that it was 8:00 a.m. and he’d slept for at least eight hours straight. A record for him.
    Lon slept on, so Casey carefully twisted around until he faced the large, muscled body of his hero. The man was literally covered with fur. The black stuff started on his shoulders and covered his entire chest all the way down. For some people it was a turn off, making them reach for the wax strip or razor, but to Casey it was gorgeous. It was a reminder of Lon’s masculinity. He wasn’t a pretty boy or a youth. Lon was man—all man—starting at the scratchy stubble on his chin and spreading everywhere. Lon was a bear. There was no doubt about it.
    Some guys defined a bear as someone overweight with a hairy, tubby belly. But there was not an ounce of spare flesh on Lon. He was pure, pure muscle.
    Casey sat up quietly, careful not to disturb the sleeping giant, and stared at Lon’s biggest and best feature. His cock was sleeping gently on one large, hairy thigh, and Casey looked his fill while he could. It was a darker color than the skin surrounding it, with large veins visible. Casey remembered the feel of it in his mouth and blushed. Had he really dropped to his knees in a shower room and sucked off a stranger’s gigantic erection?
    Casey’s own erection was making itself known, reacting to memories and visual stimulation. He wondered what it would be like to have the right to touch that cock whenever he felt like, to curl up in bed every night with someone like Lon, to have the man at his side permanently?
    Even if Casey were ready for a relationship, it wouldn’t be someone like Lon. Someone like Lon wouldn’t choose someone like Casey for a boyfriend. Lon deserved someone much better.
    He crept off the bed and gathered his clothes, quickly