[First a stutter, then a nod. He's sitting up higher now so he can rest his palms on the older kid's chest and even knead at his nipples. That's two for Freddy, one for Larry, now he practically owes it to the guy. The way he works his rear up and down on those fingers, grinding, thrusting, grinding, he only knows because of those pictures, those movies. Somewhere in the middle of thoughts of fucking this young man--that's what Lawrence Dimick is, a man--he wonders if he looks ridiculous as a boy just bobbing on his damn fingers.]
When're you gonna...put it in?
[Freddy asks, perhaps impatient, perhaps wanting to use his body to get Larry off.]
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[First a stutter, then a nod. He's sitting up higher now so he can rest his palms on the older kid's chest and even knead at his nipples. That's two for Freddy, one for Larry, now he practically owes it to the guy. The way he works his rear up and down on those fingers, grinding, thrusting, grinding, he only knows because of those pictures, those movies. Somewhere in the middle of thoughts of fucking this young man--that's what Lawrence Dimick is, a man--he wonders if he looks ridiculous as a boy just bobbing on his damn fingers.]
When're you gonna...put it in?
[Freddy asks, perhaps impatient, perhaps wanting to use his body to get Larry off.]