[They must have Adam-12 in Spanish. Better yet, the Hulk TV show or Wonder Woman. Surely the old man would indulge the kid in some Lynda Carter.]
Ahh...hha...
[He makes more noise as he tries to breathe with both his nose and his mouth. His dick is no easy feat to swallow but Freddy's doing his best, less of a working mouth now though and more like a wet hole to be fucked. Nevertheless his fingers are digging into those hips, encouraging Larry to do what it takes to make himself cum.]
[Wonder Woman for sure. Who the hell doesn't like that brunette bombshell Lynda? Down this way she's gotta be a favorite.]
Oh fuck, Freddy. You feel so fucking good.
[Looks so fucking good too. Larry for the first time has himself missing the network devices. He'd snap a picture for later. All he has is memory to commit this to. Ain't bad.
Wet hole is right. And any longer at it and the old man might cum right there. The hands do the most talking for Freddy. Go means go. And he's really having a go at his mouth and throat. His own clenching hands and progressively loud grunts will be the tells that he's a few fucks away from busting. The kid might end up choking on spunk if not the dick it comes from.]
[Choking on the spunk spilling from his dick is kind of the whole point isn't it? Freddy's not particularly tidy anymore as saliva and probably pre-cum drips down his shaft to his balls. One hand leaves the old man's hip to touch him here, the small space between his sack and his asshole. His fingers press into it, like giving Larry a prostate massage from the outside.]
[As long as he doesn't perish from any choking. Strong, tough motherfucker he is Freddy knows what he can and can't take.]
Jesus!
[Even though that's not who's making him cry out. And the son of God is not the one that makes him unload. Call it on account of those magic freckled fingers. More protein for his breakfast. Larry makes sure he's all in as he twitches and cums like all this is the prize on the other side of the gloryhole.]
[There's a slight choking sound to Freddy which may or may not be music to Larry's ears. Fortunately for him he's not gagging on his load or else there'd be a different kind of lesson going on here. But fingers and mouth don't stop until he's got every last drop out of the guy. Freddy also makes sure to look up under half-lidded butterscotch blonde eyelashes.]
[Puffing and softly moaning as he comes down on down from the high--and boy what a high he still holds tight to those honey locks. A look down he watches Freddy's pale cheeks now sporting some color and those eyes looking on up at him.]
Save some for me.
[A tug up on his hair should be a clear tell of what he'd like next.]
[Instead of saying anything at all the kid just nods after carefully pulling his lips off the old man's cock. Hands move on higher as he gets to his feet, then Freddy leans in to press their mouths together.]
[As if his mouth hasn't been mashed and abused enough, Larry's not holding anything back. He's fully assaulting Freddy's mouth. No big deal that he was close to choking on dick or gulping cum. He just wants a little too to share the bitterness. And it's only polite. Paws are on him, petting and patting like the grateful, satisfied bear he is.]
[Anything for you. Which is about as sloppy as it could be. Much like fucking in the kitchen. If that's lost in translation, Larry's heart won't be broken. After all. Sea. Si. It sounds the same. It means yes. After so much no, it's a yes. He'll figure out a way.]
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Ahh...hha...
[He makes more noise as he tries to breathe with both his nose and his mouth. His dick is no easy feat to swallow but Freddy's doing his best, less of a working mouth now though and more like a wet hole to be fucked. Nevertheless his fingers are digging into those hips, encouraging Larry to do what it takes to make himself cum.]
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Oh fuck, Freddy. You feel so fucking good.
[Looks so fucking good too. Larry for the first time has himself missing the network devices. He'd snap a picture for later. All he has is memory to commit this to. Ain't bad.
Wet hole is right. And any longer at it and the old man might cum right there. The hands do the most talking for Freddy. Go means go. And he's really having a go at his mouth and throat. His own clenching hands and progressively loud grunts will be the tells that he's a few fucks away from busting. The kid might end up choking on spunk if not the dick it comes from.]
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Jesus!
[Even though that's not who's making him cry out. And the son of God is not the one that makes him unload. Call it on account of those magic freckled fingers. More protein for his breakfast. Larry makes sure he's all in as he twitches and cums like all this is the prize on the other side of the gloryhole.]
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Save some for me.
[A tug up on his hair should be a clear tell of what he'd like next.]
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Uno mas?
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[Anything for you. Which is about as sloppy as it could be. Much like fucking in the kitchen. If that's lost in translation, Larry's heart won't be broken. After all. Sea. Si. It sounds the same. It means yes. After so much no, it's a yes. He'll figure out a way.]