[His heart is somewhere between an explosion and stopping completely. The vice grip, likely bruising of the kid's hands keep him anchored. No passing out right here. Bad, bad timing. He stays still except for the tremors in his stomach and arms.]
God-fucking-damn.
[One word. Freddy could knock him over with a heavy exhale. He leans backward against the wall and about jumps out of his skin feeling his lips and tongue again.]
Fuck. [Panting like a tired dog. His hands are on him and this time petting. It's not nasty to the old man. It's stunning. They're in the shower so it's clean enough. That thick cock feels so sensitive.] Freddy.
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God-fucking-damn.
[One word. Freddy could knock him over with a heavy exhale. He leans backward against the wall and about jumps out of his skin feeling his lips and tongue again.]
Fuck. [Panting like a tired dog. His hands are on him and this time petting. It's not nasty to the old man. It's stunning. They're in the shower so it's clean enough. That thick cock feels so sensitive.] Freddy.