[It should be a crime to feel this great. Like a fucking drug, except it's the other man that's injecting. Stupid thought but it's about as specific as Larry can think of it. Freddy drives him crazy, leaves him wanting more. They're fucking less than a mile from other people with only the cab of the car to hide them. How much sound is the ocean and music blocking? Rather than scaring the old man it makes him feel exhilarated. Sodomy ain't a crime no more.]
C'mon. Harder. [He braces himself more on the seat. Shit does the kid pack a punch. He's pounding the old man and his sensitive prostate into groaning again. Then he feels it.]
There we go. Don't hold back on me, babe. [Larry lets go of the upholstery to take a grip on Freddy's side.]
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C'mon. Harder. [He braces himself more on the seat. Shit does the kid pack a punch. He's pounding the old man and his sensitive prostate into groaning again. Then he feels it.]
There we go. Don't hold back on me, babe. [Larry lets go of the upholstery to take a grip on Freddy's side.]