about life, and about Ronnie’s favorite subject—food. Then Paul brought up a subject that Lon knew he should’ve threatened him about before they arrived. If you mention Casey, you will die . But the cat was out of the bag with seven short words.
“Did you hear about Lon’s new boyfriend?”
Lon was about to clock Paul over the head before he remembered that he was in a prison and that sort of behavior would see him banned for a while. “Shut up, you fucking gossip girl!”
But the damage was done. Ronnie lit up. “Really? Lon has a boyfriend?”
His face heated and he refused to answer. So Paul leaned forward and told Ronnie all about it. “Yep! Met the guy for the first time last night. I tell you, your brother has been cradle snatching something bad.” Ronnie widened his eyes and then roared with laughter as Lon loudly protested.
“Go and jump, Paul! He’s legal.”
“Just,” Paul retorted.
Lon glared. “Legal is legal. Don’t make it seem that I’m going to be going to jail for sharing some naked time with the guy.”
“No. Someone else already did that.”
Lon could’ve closed his eyes in resignation, but that would’ve made him seem even more guilty, as if he were trying to hide it from Ronnie.
Which he was.
Ronnie caught on straightaway. “What? Someone went to jail for sleeping with him?”
Paul had no filter and continued on blithely. “Yeah. He told us his father raped him when he was only fourteen and is in jail for it now.”
“Paul,” Lon growled. “I think it’s time to shut your trap.”
“Huh?” Paul, as usual, was clueless to what he was doing.
A big breath didn’t help any, but it was enough to stop Lon from pushing his friend off the chair. “For a start I don’t really think Casey wants that crap broadcast around, do you? It’s not the type of thing that you should be repeating. Secondly, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s simply a guy I fucked a couple of times and would be interested in fucking again, if he wants to, which he won’t when he hears you’ve told every fucking person you know his secrets. And thirdly, Ronnie doesn’t need to know this stuff.”
But Ronnie was already frowning at Lon with concern. “Really? This is your new man? Seriously, Lon, I know a couple of guys in here who had shit done to them when they were young, and they’re not always right in the head.”
Paul had finally fallen silent, so Lon looked at his brother. “I know, man. I just found out last night. I know he has… issues. To tell you the truth, I’m fucking scared shitless about getting involved with anyone who… may… well, you know. But we’re ages away from that. I just met him the other day. He’s cute and sweet—and really needy. He’s scared to sleep alone, so he goes around offering sexual favors. Fuck, the kid needs a keeper, Ronnie.”
His brother’s mouth twisted. “And are you offering to keep him?”
“I dunno. I mean, that’s a lot of shit to be wading into, isn’t it?”
His brother shrugged. “You’ve had experience with shit, Lon. Especially my shit. Maybe if you really like this guy, then you’re what he needs.”
“Who knows what he needs? I just met him. Heck, I don’t even know his last name. He could be sleeping his way through every guy at the park. He could be trying to get in my pants to steal my millions.”
They all laughed at that. Who the heck would be stupid enough to live in a caravan park if they had a million dollars?
“Well, as long as you’re not going to cause him any further trouble, Lon. Next time you come, I want an update, okay? Now, I don’t want hear about all that funky shit you two get up to, because I still don’t understand why the hell you’d prefer dick over pussy, but you tell me how he’s doing, ’kay?”
Lon nodded.
All too soon their ninety minutes were up, and the prisoners had to return to their room. Ronnie clasped Lon to him. “Thanks for visiting, bro. I keep telling you, you
“Did you hear about Lon’s new boyfriend?”
Lon was about to clock Paul over the head before he remembered that he was in a prison and that sort of behavior would see him banned for a while. “Shut up, you fucking gossip girl!”
But the damage was done. Ronnie lit up. “Really? Lon has a boyfriend?”
His face heated and he refused to answer. So Paul leaned forward and told Ronnie all about it. “Yep! Met the guy for the first time last night. I tell you, your brother has been cradle snatching something bad.” Ronnie widened his eyes and then roared with laughter as Lon loudly protested.
“Go and jump, Paul! He’s legal.”
“Just,” Paul retorted.
Lon glared. “Legal is legal. Don’t make it seem that I’m going to be going to jail for sharing some naked time with the guy.”
“No. Someone else already did that.”
Lon could’ve closed his eyes in resignation, but that would’ve made him seem even more guilty, as if he were trying to hide it from Ronnie.
Which he was.
Ronnie caught on straightaway. “What? Someone went to jail for sleeping with him?”
Paul had no filter and continued on blithely. “Yeah. He told us his father raped him when he was only fourteen and is in jail for it now.”
“Paul,” Lon growled. “I think it’s time to shut your trap.”
“Huh?” Paul, as usual, was clueless to what he was doing.
A big breath didn’t help any, but it was enough to stop Lon from pushing his friend off the chair. “For a start I don’t really think Casey wants that crap broadcast around, do you? It’s not the type of thing that you should be repeating. Secondly, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s simply a guy I fucked a couple of times and would be interested in fucking again, if he wants to, which he won’t when he hears you’ve told every fucking person you know his secrets. And thirdly, Ronnie doesn’t need to know this stuff.”
But Ronnie was already frowning at Lon with concern. “Really? This is your new man? Seriously, Lon, I know a couple of guys in here who had shit done to them when they were young, and they’re not always right in the head.”
Paul had finally fallen silent, so Lon looked at his brother. “I know, man. I just found out last night. I know he has… issues. To tell you the truth, I’m fucking scared shitless about getting involved with anyone who… may… well, you know. But we’re ages away from that. I just met him the other day. He’s cute and sweet—and really needy. He’s scared to sleep alone, so he goes around offering sexual favors. Fuck, the kid needs a keeper, Ronnie.”
His brother’s mouth twisted. “And are you offering to keep him?”
“I dunno. I mean, that’s a lot of shit to be wading into, isn’t it?”
His brother shrugged. “You’ve had experience with shit, Lon. Especially my shit. Maybe if you really like this guy, then you’re what he needs.”
“Who knows what he needs? I just met him. Heck, I don’t even know his last name. He could be sleeping his way through every guy at the park. He could be trying to get in my pants to steal my millions.”
They all laughed at that. Who the heck would be stupid enough to live in a caravan park if they had a million dollars?
“Well, as long as you’re not going to cause him any further trouble, Lon. Next time you come, I want an update, okay? Now, I don’t want hear about all that funky shit you two get up to, because I still don’t understand why the hell you’d prefer dick over pussy, but you tell me how he’s doing, ’kay?”
Lon nodded.
All too soon their ninety minutes were up, and the prisoners had to return to their room. Ronnie clasped Lon to him. “Thanks for visiting, bro. I keep telling you, you
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