But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Lips meet and without a serious thought or care the old man sucks him into a deep kiss. Based on description alone they would be an alien entity consuming another part. Saliva and the smell of spunk really makes it extra flavor full. Only the kid can turn the old bear on like this even after he's spent in a big way. If only he could recover and...

Larry pulls back and tries not to pant like a tired dog. Whoever is beside them is playing with the paper getting it ready and not yet crapping.]

Ready?

[For what he doesn't say what but starts up for another kiss. It might be the only way to come apart if Freddy's got something distracting his mouth.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Instead of voicing a reply, however soft and quiet he could make it be, Freddy just nods against Larry. He does it when they're still mouth to mouth too, letting that sort of muffle any other sound that might come out of him when they separate. He relaxes as much as a man on one leg can.

Whoever's next door to them might be in it for the long haul. It's both a blessing and a curse, maybe they can make it out of there before that other stooge can squeeze it all out.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Lips smack and his tongue glides. He's trying to make it as good as possible. Larry slowly carefully eases down one leg. Oh man. He can feel it effect how his dick fits into the kid's ass. An oh so light sorta moan comes out.

Now he starts to pull on out. Godspeed.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Is Larry's mouth still on his? Because if so Freddy's going to pinch his teeth down on his lip. Nothing hard enough to break skin and bleed, mind, but firm. It's better than hissing low or groaning wide. When the old man's cock is finally out Freddy can feel how open and thoroughly fucked he got...enough that a little bit of cum is seeping out of his asshole.

Next door whoever it is--a man judging from the voice--sounds his own groan, possibly from the strain his rear is giving him. If only he had what White and Orange were having.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Oh yeah. Larry is Freddy's gag and former plug. And the kid is his own anchor. His tongue flicks now and then at those lightly clenched teeth. So far they're quiet enough. It's satisfying to know they're, for the most part, undetected. Their corner is the farthest away from the door and from the patrician. For good measure, and to see if that is really want he thinks it is rolling down freckled skill, a paw gives the kid's ass a pat.

Both feet on the ground, no longer a beast with two backs or dicks--from Earth--the old man can keep up his kiss for one more pass. Here, he tucks Freddy's briefs back into the places they should be. Stained and stretched they'll work.

The man in the next stall appears to carry on as though he is alone.]