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[orangetoughguy]

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[orangetoughguy]

Are you saying I gotta take Spanish classes?

[Legs move in a little closer not to necessarily sandwich the paw there but to keep it closer and moving.]

[whitetwoguns]

I'm saying you gotta keep your mind open. Classes could help. I'm not saying you gotta do anything.

[At the knees and held tight.]

We could get some books.

[Further and his toes might graze his crotch.]

[orangetoughguy]

I think I'm pretty smart enough without more books. I know how to do a lot of things.

[Thighs close to keep that foot right where it is.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Rub, rub like he's a magic lamp.]

I'm not gonna fight you on that. You're smart. Wouldn't it be great to have it a little easy though? Put those brains to something else?

[Larry licks his lips and realizes he has been rereading the same line.]

[orangetoughguy]

[At least Freddy gives him enough credit to have been reading the same article. Ahem. Cereal and milk are set aside.]

What's that got to do with Spanish?

[Up and out of his seat with an unceremonious dumping of that foot.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Only because he didn't get what it said the first time. Uh. He was distracted.]

Well. Once you got it down other shit will be easier.

[Dumped foot lightly lowers enough for him to save a little injury. The paper goes down.]

It'll be a useful skill for life.

[orangetoughguy]

I got other useful skills.

[Freddy pushes that paper away to get in Larry's space, freckled hands then press on his knees to spread them.]

[whitetwoguns]

[It's not hard. The old man is rather willing.]

That sounds familiar.

[Larry's jaw sets and he leans back.]

Good and steady hands. Strong back. Mind sharp as a tack.

[orangetoughguy]

Real good English.

[He adds as he undoes the man's belt, buttons, zip, whatever he's wearing even if it's just plain old drawstring pants. Down down to his knees now with wiry arms resting on his thighs.]

Great reflexes. Excellent technique.

[If Freddy can say so himself.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Oh.

That's good. It's real good.

He grins a little. And those are plain drawstring that are oh so yielding to skilled hands.

Fat Dimick cock is resting on it's way until to full mast. Talk can do so much.]

You mean with your mouth? I couldn't agree more.

[orangetoughguy]

I know how to use it right. It gets me in and out of all kinds of situations, you know?

[The blathering is just some stalling before the first brief and innocent lick to his dick. Caramel green eyes are looking up, eager to see the old man's reaction.]

[whitetwoguns]

Uh huh.

[Larry keeps a palm flat against the table. Palms are starting to get sweaty. They need something to hold on to.]

Smooth talker, that's what you are.

[Innocent? Hardly. The way his lids lower might make it seem that way. Larry shivers and his hips tilt up. He's got a free hand that rests on the top of Freddy's head.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Whack! He pushes that paw aside.]

Keep reading your paper.

[The kid insists, heh, as his mouth hoods over the tip of his fat cock.]

[whitetwoguns]

[What? Woah. The kid means business. Damn.]

Out loud?

[Okay. Okay. He's got it in one hand at least. The way Freddy's lips stretch around his cock get him tense. He takes a shaky inhale.]

Fuck.

[It's been awhile. A long while. Maybe the kid can feel the difference.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh he does. Hell he's even wondering if Larry's gotten bigger in the few weeks he hasn't touched his dick. Impossible. But great to think about. Wait a second the old man hasn't fulfilled his end of the deal. Freddy's lips purse right off the shaft.]

Aloud. In your best Spanish.

[whitetwoguns]

[A tight noise comes out as he pulls off. Shiiiit.]

Feathers fly. Environmentalist groups voice concern over the flight patterns of the-

[He's trying, really he is. The old man's Spanish is accented of course. The rough tone and volume make it as though he's not talking about the Mexican Spotted Owl. He's hyper focused on the kid and his mouth.

Some weeks make the kid's mouth feel tighter. Did he always feel this good?]

[orangetoughguy]

[That's better. He goes back to licking at his cock with every 'fact' delivered getting longer broader strokes of his tongue. Lips aren't wet and tight around him again just yet.]

Mmhm.

[Freddy sounds, giving the old man some encouragement to keep going.]

[whitetwoguns]

While the Mexican Spotted Owl is not endangered, numbers have dr--

[Dropped like his eyes to Freddy. Feeling saliva slip down his hard, cut cock he really has no interest in reading in any language.]

Baby, like that.

[He doesn't put the paper down, not yet. Just looking over it.]

[orangetoughguy]

Hmmph...?

[Freddy sounds around a mouth full of dick now. Yeah he's acting like he's interested in this bird. Wet lips move up and down again for three strokes before he goes back to licking at his cockhead like it's a treat.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Even though he was specifically told to keep on reading, a paw fits on the back of Freddy's head again. This time he firmly grasps the strands.]

You don't give a fuck about owls.

[...he did know he was talking about owls in Spanish right? Anyway, now he knows. Larry drops the paper.]

Suck it.

[orangetoughguy]

What abou--

[Oh yeah. You do that, Lawrence Dimick. Tell Freddy Newendyke what to do with his mouth because he clearly does not have his mind on owls. Toucans might have been a different story. Lucky for Larry that's not the case here. Saliva slicks down his thick shaft, keeping it lubed up enough for Freddy to suck it down, moaning around his cock along the way.]

[whitetwoguns]

Suck it.

[How about that, kid?]

You love dick.

[That's enough to still call this a lesson, huh? Larry leans back and tilts his head to the side to watch the kid's mouth move. His thighs tense.]

Do you want your mouth fucked?

[orangetoughguy]

[He doesn't know what Larry's saying but the tone of his voice and his solid deliberate motions sure give him a hint. That really rouses Freddy whose eyes look on up again like some clueless boy student desperate for teacher. He bobs his mouth up and down, eager to please. Whatever the fuck the old man is saying the kid is pretty sure it's accurate.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Big hands comb back his hair. One over the other so it is slicked back like the sharp dressed motherfucker he looked the day of the heist. Then two fists full of hair.]

Good man.

[Larry licks his dry lips.]

I'm gonna fuck your face.

[To be perfectly clear. Don't want him to gag on his second breakfast after all.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Those paws in his hair feel so good, so easy to rub on him or smash his face into the table. Does Lawrence Dimick really know what kind of power he holds over Freddy Newendyke? Even when he's not fucking him? Lips pull off just enough leaving a mess of saliva at the head.]

Okay.

[The kid would nod but, hah, his hair is in a grip.]