Uh huh. Gotta just stand. [Gulp.] Or you could try and then have to explain to folks why you squirm.

[Grinding right there up against his prostate. Oh fuck. He's got a vigilant eye on where those freckled, flapping hands go.]

Think about how you earned it.

[Fine. He'll relinquish a hand to grip on around his cock. Not so much of a stroking motion but a squeeze.]

Move.

[Into his hand and on his dick. Larry about stops dead, balls deep.]