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[orangetoughguy]

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[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[That's right, taste it, old man. Freddy's tongue moves in and out again before he leans back just enough to look in those warm brown eyes.]

Uno mas?

[whitetwoguns]

Para tí, lo que sea.

[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.]