Mother... [Fucker. That feels so damn good how can he expect him to cool it? Larry's got the kid rocking on his fingers hot and ready already.] Right, wouldn't say...no.

[Freddy's trying to breathe steadily between his own words. Hard to do when you're rock hard and fucking yourself on the old man's fingers.] Yeah, I would, I'd wanna fuck you. Hell I wanna fuck you now. You love listening to me. [There he corrects himself, maybe he'll get a reward. His words are thin and rushed.] I can't even whack off like this come on Larry fuck me.

[Damn. Didn't take much to get him begging did it?]