He had honestly expected to see Frederick over him with his cock hanging out when he finished giving him instructions. Given their previous encounter and how the man clearly wanted his mouth but he refused to do that kind of thing for another man, it wouldn't have been surprising. Of course, his recent experiences would have fed into that as well, he'd never met predatory homosexuals in Indiana but they seemed to be a large part of the population here in New York. It made him wonder if he was actually in New York or in some extension of West Hollywood.
He grumbled softly at being climbed upon, not in the mood to play pillow for the older man when he was burning up as it was. "Why aren't you dressed?" he asked, the logical part of his brain having taken a vacation. "Don't you have anything that isn't going to cause blood to shoot out of a person's eyes when they look at it? I know your pubes are bright pink but that isn't an excuse for neon colors." why he was suddenly so talkative he wasn't sure, but at the very least he found himself entertaining.
Like a good boy he opened his mouth, still not sure what Frederick was going to put in it. He did know that if it was one of his manly parts he was going to bite it off.