[Freddy's posture stiffens a little when that paw touches him but he doesn't move away. He doesn't want to, it's how he knows he can't resist Larry's touch that makes him worry. What if something happens that leaves this conversation discarded on the floor like his briefs? But as the old man keeps on talking his posture gets more comfortable because...because.]
You do?
[He wants to be a part of it, for real this time. That changes everything.] You don't think it's dumb? I'm almost thirty.
[His cheeks feel a little warm for having to say it at all. He's twenty-eight and still no better than a teenager when it comes to men and men in his mouth, men in his ass. It always feels ridiculous to admit.]
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You do?
[He wants to be a part of it, for real this time. That changes everything.] You don't think it's dumb? I'm almost thirty.
[His cheeks feel a little warm for having to say it at all. He's twenty-eight and still no better than a teenager when it comes to men and men in his mouth, men in his ass. It always feels ridiculous to admit.]