[Oh man. Larry can taste a difference. Salty, tangy. These words together with his name really do rock his world. Any second now he'll wake up and find out he's been sleeping in class or something fucking stupid. How is this real?
Stroke, stroke, stroke. Suck, suck, suck. He's panting hard through his nose. This is hard work, but it'd be worth it for Freddy to at least look him in the eye after this.]
I'm ready. You can come.
[If his face weren't flushed with exertion it would be pretty fucking red for saying it like a tough guy. One long lick up his shaft and he's down for good doing his best hoover impression. His nose now and then tickles against hair on his crotch. Brown eyes are hooded and almost water feeling how far back that cock head is. Saliva is smeared over his mouth and dribbling on his chin. Messy as it is, it is absolutely full of heart.]
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Stroke, stroke, stroke. Suck, suck, suck. He's panting hard through his nose. This is hard work, but it'd be worth it for Freddy to at least look him in the eye after this.]
I'm ready. You can come.
[If his face weren't flushed with exertion it would be pretty fucking red for saying it like a tough guy. One long lick up his shaft and he's down for good doing his best hoover impression. His nose now and then tickles against hair on his crotch. Brown eyes are hooded and almost water feeling how far back that cock head is. Saliva is smeared over his mouth and dribbling on his chin. Messy as it is, it is absolutely full of heart.]