But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Two loads worth on Freddy's belly and thighs. Well, the rest is on Larry but he can't clean that. This close he can hear and feel the kid breathe. He takes those words to mean he's a good boy like a dog.]

Is this all you want? There's more.

[To give, to get. The tip of his tongue is on Freddy's cock for only a moment before turning him over onto his now "clean" stomach. Right for the most wrecked place without any hesitation at all. No other man was here after him.]

[orangetoughguy]

[And a trustworthy reliable dog he is too.]

Eat me out, man.

[Freddy breathes like his skin is shivering from the cold but it's really just the comedown. He rolls right onto his stomach without argument, ass presented halfway up so he can angle his face and bury it into the pillow that still smells like Mr. White's hair. It feels so right this way, so comfortable and real, real enough to lull the kid into sleep.]