[Freddy doesn't doubt that at all nor is it the first time he's heard Larry admit to the sentiment, but it still warms his skin to the point of breaking a fucking sweat. Mr. White went out and fucked a green-eyed hooker in the ass after meeting him while Mr. Orange made a not-so-planned-but-otherwise-revealing date with his hand in the shower. Whatever the hell it fucking means--from that to bleeding the shit out on a ramp--what Freddy knows is ever since he finally got to ride a dick he always has Larry's in mind.]
Uh huh. I want you to blow a load in me.
[Freddy also knows this makes him one big fucking faggot. Oh God he meant to tell Larry that didn't he, and he couldn't form the damn words. What's wrong with you, Newendyke? Other than being out of your head when this guy's not around? Sometimes he worries he's clinging to Larry because he's too much of a pussy to start fresh as a cocksucker, like a fucking teenager all over again. But he's fucking crazy for old Dimick too and that guy happens to be crazy for him and Larry's been through a lot so he's got to know what he's talking about. Is it really possibly for anyone to get so fucking lucky? Maybe it's his reward for enduring all that fucking pain in his belly.]
Uh huh. Fuck me, Larry. [Every single button's come undone. He runs his palms over this man's chest, planes of muscle and wiry hairs.] However you want me.
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Uh huh. I want you to blow a load in me.
[Freddy also knows this makes him one big fucking faggot. Oh God he meant to tell Larry that didn't he, and he couldn't form the damn words. What's wrong with you, Newendyke? Other than being out of your head when this guy's not around? Sometimes he worries he's clinging to Larry because he's too much of a pussy to start fresh as a cocksucker, like a fucking teenager all over again. But he's fucking crazy for old Dimick too and that guy happens to be crazy for him and Larry's been through a lot so he's got to know what he's talking about. Is it really possibly for anyone to get so fucking lucky? Maybe it's his reward for enduring all that fucking pain in his belly.]
Uh huh. Fuck me, Larry. [Every single button's come undone. He runs his palms over this man's chest, planes of muscle and wiry hairs.] However you want me.