[It's not that a flesh fest was his goal, just that it was something he sort of hoped to see with all those bulges bulging about. Yep. Ahem, this kid's tongue flicks out to meet the old man's in kind. Then with that one word of willing submission Freddy's rolling onto his good should to get up. Up on his knees, up to crawl his way over to the prominent flag pole. Look at it fucking shining with his spit. Yeah right, Lawrence Dimick, as if he's gonna put his ass on it without some real lube. This ain't the fucking desert no more.]
I'll sit on it when you're ready.
[Freddy fires back with all the harshness of a plush velvety fox. No attitude here, just wiseassery. Even one-armed Orange manages to pop the cap off the lube and squeeze a reasonable amount out. Rub rub rub all over Larry's cock. Sit on that, Dimick.]
Now? [The kid assumes the position. It's his turn to tease.]
no subject
I'll sit on it when you're ready.
[Freddy fires back with all the harshness of a plush velvety fox. No attitude here, just wiseassery. Even one-armed Orange manages to pop the cap off the lube and squeeze a reasonable amount out. Rub rub rub all over Larry's cock. Sit on that, Dimick.]
Now? [The kid assumes the position. It's his turn to tease.]