[Someones Freddy still wonders if they're right for each other or just right for the time being but every day feels right and hell every month and now for a whole year. A year is a long time in Freddy Newendyke's world. Sometimes he wonders if it's only a drop in the bucket for someone like Lawrence Dimick. Can he blame the kid for holding on to some skepticism here and there? He's young, inexperienced with commitment, but not naive enough to buy into the idea of first love for keeps. Maybe he hasn't lived enough to understand yet. Can Mr. White be that patient? So far so good.]
All mine too. [He makes another grind, slower but no less firm, to punctuate the parts of Larry still stuck in him. Fuckin' Freddy's is what that is as long as Larry'll have him. As for who might not be walking straight tomorrow, well, he doesn't regret a second.] I'm okay, I'm cool.
[Huff and puff, he rather likes the feeling of being curled up and cramped under the bear, still snug on his cock and covered in God knows what, but when he's given extra space he does take a deep breath.] Damn. What the fuck were you mining for?
[As if that's really a complaint on the kid's part.]
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All mine too. [He makes another grind, slower but no less firm, to punctuate the parts of Larry still stuck in him. Fuckin' Freddy's is what that is as long as Larry'll have him. As for who might not be walking straight tomorrow, well, he doesn't regret a second.] I'm okay, I'm cool.
[Huff and puff, he rather likes the feeling of being curled up and cramped under the bear, still snug on his cock and covered in God knows what, but when he's given extra space he does take a deep breath.] Damn. What the fuck were you mining for?
[As if that's really a complaint on the kid's part.]