[The fact that he spits on it makes Freddy lick his lips. Dirty, filthy, and so fucking romantic. When Larry eases it into him he can't help but moan. He's getting fingered like some teenage school girl, a teenage kid in a naked cop's uniform. Except then Larry has to go on and use even thicker wider brush strokes. The brightening color in his eyes is no coincidence. The picture brings his cock to full hardness.]

The way that cop's been handled...up, down, all over the fuckin' place, kinda surprised he ain't takin'--two in his ass.

[Don't assume that's serious commentary, Lawrence Dimick. He's thought about it, he's seen it in his dirty movies, but actually having that done to him is a different story. Maybe later on Mr. White, twenty-some years older than him with all his experience, can shed some light on the practice. Oof, Freddy's shifting again, this time to lay on his side, knees parting like scissors. Maybe Larry will recognize the position except they aren't on a beach and he's not the one taking it up the ass now.]

How's it look?

[Freddy dares to ask while reaching down at his own ass, to take Larry by the wrist and make him fuck him harder.]