[If he could read minds he'd ask the old man why even though he knows it's a lesson in waiting to get what you want, drawing it out so the last of it is a fucking knock out, showing who's the fucking boss to string his orgasm out like this. Larry's such a fucking professional, Freddy loves it.]
Shit I don't know. I fuckin' want it.
[Listen to him beg, voice thin and rasping even though Freddy doesn't have a cock inside him. Hell he doesn't have anything cock-sized inside him yet he's writhing like he's on Larry's dick. He needs to keep his hands occupied or he'll try to reach for himself again. Freddy folds his arms in front of him to rest his forehead on them.]
Fuck...fuckin' shit.. [The kid swallows that piece with ease. All this coldness running across his prostate, up and down his ass, his thighs are still trembling. Please, he's thinking but not saying.]
no subject
Shit I don't know. I fuckin' want it.
[Listen to him beg, voice thin and rasping even though Freddy doesn't have a cock inside him. Hell he doesn't have anything cock-sized inside him yet he's writhing like he's on Larry's dick. He needs to keep his hands occupied or he'll try to reach for himself again. Freddy folds his arms in front of him to rest his forehead on them.]
Fuck...fuckin' shit.. [The kid swallows that piece with ease. All this coldness running across his prostate, up and down his ass, his thighs are still trembling. Please, he's thinking but not saying.]