Uh huh, real good. [He speaks distractedly which ought to convince Larry he means it. Fuck his hands are stroking through his hair, almost like he's petting the kid for a job well done. Watching Larry go down on him is riveting. Freddy could come right here right now to the sound of black magic, where it all began.] You're doing it so right, you're beautiful.

[Freddy's palm rests on the side of Larry's face, light leverage for him to slowly and carefully fuck the boy's mouth. He's got to put a foot up on the edge of the couch seat for balance.]

So fuckin' beautiful. [Breathe.] You don't have to...you don't have to take crap from anybody--here. [Swallow.] I'll treat you like fuckin' gold.