[Aw come on isn't it obvious? The kid's not mad. Maybe he'll have to give Larry a kiss to prove it. Later though. Fucking first, then romance. That's his punishment for spending his evening at a nudie bar without Freddy.]

Okay baby. I'll show you how I'd fuck a little hot shot.

[His grip in Larry's hair tightens so he can thrust harder, faster, a little rough like he might just come in his mouth after all. Naw, false alarm. He pulls back enough to force his lips off.] Jesus look at you, ready to get off huh? Quick whacking and get up.

[Here have another tug on his hair to get the old man back on his feet. He won't be on them long though, the kid's tossing his shirt and blazer down on the lounge chair--yeah, that lounge chair--then pushing Larry over to sit in it.]