[Those candy apple eyes lock on to his slow burning brown ones. Fuck yes he is fucking hard right now. It takes every 'effort' on his part not to grind against Larry even though he's practically pinned to the crate.]

Oh yeah, I get you. [Freddy swallows. Show no fear, not that he's harboring any real fear to begin with.] You wanna make me suck your dick but I bet you're really thinkin' of stickin' it up my ass aren't you? Cause that's the kind of guy you are, right?

[The kid leans forward as much as he can while his voice drops volume as if to share an intimate whisper.] You want hard muscle under your hands, a tight firm ass on your dick, and balls swinging with every thrust...

[He could be projecting this desire but who would blame him?]