But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[More neck means more kissing and more of an opportunity to mark him up. He is not going to work right? Then it'll be a little something for him to have to see in the bathroom mirrors. Something like that. This close he can smell the bar he's been to with the cigarette smoke and booze.]

That what you want outta me? Because looks like you'll need to get in more practice.

[Like it is something so woefully wrong.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Nope. No work. Yep. Yes he smells. All the more reason to take a shower now that cum's been added to the mix. Anyone with a decent working nose can smell the essence of cocksucker deeply soaked in his skin.]

What?

[Freddy leans up, denying him his neck now to stare down at Larry. Fff. As if he needs the practice.] I'm as much a fuck machine as you, old man.

[He's not really arguing as indicated by the smirk tugging the corner of his lips.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Into the skin, into the blood stream and right on into his brain. That is if it is something that's acquired. Larry doesn't seem to think so. Since the kid is sitting up giving him the eye he'll pull paws away again to recline back like he's sunning himself.]

I guess.

[Woah. Sure is difficult to not show all teeth delivering that one.]

Except, well, how come I'm so tight then huh?

[orangetoughguy]

[If Freddy could cross his arms comfortably he would. Because he can't he'll just give a shrug of that good shoulder and a wave of his freckled hand.]

We're not all blessed with what a guy like you is packin'. I gotta use my head. Maybe my hands.

[The kid flexes his left arm except the important part isn't his bicep or triceps or whatever, it's the fist he's making. Don't push it, Lawrence Dimick (Freddy's joking, he would never, unless Larry asked for it...)]

[whitetwoguns]

Shit.

[That's a drawn out word. Don't go making gestures like that kid. Larry shakes it off. He's got to because...ouch.]

I dunno. Might be one of those things where it's a matter of time and tied. Last I checked that's one hell of a foot long.

[Teasing right on back yet not. That cock is not a third leg, it ain't something you need to find a magnifying glass for either.]

You wanna move on off or stay there all day?

[No complaints. Just the facts. If he could let Freddy stay, he would.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Heh heh heh. Point taken. Message received. And all that. Freddy nods twice.]

Fair enough.

[Then without further ado the kid lifts one leg over so that when he does push himself off, Larry gets a full unabashed shot of it from inch by inch reappearing to the swell of his cockhead slipping out. Fuck even after coming it's still prone to sensitivity. It's enough to make Freddy sound a low 'ooooh' for a hiss.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Damn. Just...damn. Larry cocks his head to get a full look of that show.]

I'm happy you came on home. You're fuckin' hot property.

[Paws smooth on up his sides to his chest and then back so he can prop himself upon his elbows.]