Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2016 21:00:29 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 43

Larry and Phil as teenagers. Larry and Phil as married men. How do their
experiences compare?

This story is fiction. It has sex between minor boys. It is mine.

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CHAPTER 43
LAWRENCE AND PHILLIP

While many couples had been sexually active with each other before they
married, not many of them have lived as partners for over a quarter of a
century before finally marrying each other. Phil Miller and Larry Sanders fell
into that category. The night of their wedding day would be their first sex
together for the second time. The gap in years would make the two
experiences very different.

The newlyweds had left the reception amidst a shower of bird seed and the
shouts of well-wishers. After leaving Mayfield, Phil removed the string of
clattering cans that Jeffery and Nicky had attached to the back of the car.
Thanks to Chandler loaning them the set of keys Phil had given him, the
two rascals had been able to open the trunk and secure the strings under
the edge of the trunk lid/ They did leave the "Just Married" on the back
window, however, and it would remain there until they arrived in Seaside
the next day.

Their first stop, however, was Portland, where they would be spending their
first married night. With all of the food available at the reception, Phil and
Larry saw no need to go out for dinner. But they did see a need for a visit to
Powell's Books, a Portland icon located a block from their hotel. When the
two men walked back to their hotel, they were each toting a bag of books.

"If books were edible I'm sure we would have found the Donkey in that
store grazing," Phil mused.

"Even after trying to wipe out the reception buffet?" Larry asked.

"Especially then."

The two were laughing heartily as they walked up the stairs to the hotel
entrance. When they arrived at their room, they knew what the rest of the
evening would entail, and they were ready for it.

They sat next to each other on the bed, looking lovingly into each other's
eyes. The look didn't last long as Phil leaned into Larry and commenced
kissing his new husband. Their tongues played and their hands roamed in
a ritual that was familiar to them at the same time it was different than
usual. At home their clothes usually came off before they started making
out, but they weren't at home, and this was their wedding night.

Then they started to undress each other, fumbling with buttons and zippers
as they frantically stripped each other down to their underpants.

"I thought we'd be much smoother than this," Larry remarked as he panted
from sexual excitement.

"I don't think we were this inexpert our other first time," Phil smiled.

"Speak for yourself," Larry told him. "I was scared shitless that afternoon."

"Truth be told, so was I."

"You? Mister Macho who says I am going to be the top and fuck the shit out
of you? You were scared shitless?"

"I was afraid the whole thing would be a letdown and it would be my fault."

Larry understood now that for all of Phillip's young adolescent bravado, he
could still be an insecure little boy. But back then he thought Phil had
unlimited sexual confidence.

++++++++++++

After returning from California, the two young teens were ready to do the
dirty deed, just as they'd planned. They knew where and when it would
happen. They knew who would be the top and who would be the bottom.
They knew from watching Wonkey friends like Jung, Perry, and Q, about
proper lubrication and about making sure to treat their partner with
gentleness and respect.

"Hurt like hell the first time I done it," Perry said. "Fucking Dean and his
fucking friends kept forgetting I was only like eleven or twelve or whatever
the fuck I was until I finally kicked Rory in the nuts and told him to quit
being an asshole. It was a lot of fun after that."

Jung had been a much bigger help. The day after Phil and Larry returned
from their trip, they visited Jung. He applied lube to Larry's ass and to Phil's
erection. "You guys are ready to do it right now, you know," Jung giggled.

"Our bet says after we do it, we get to watch you fuck not the other way
around," Phil reminded him.

"You've already watched me fuck," Jung told him. Phil flashed his best
glare which kept Jung from saying more. Jung and Perry had agreed to
fuck in front of Larry and Phil after they "did it" for the first time. Q and some
other Wonkeys said they might join in as well.

"They could watch us now," Q told Jung. "We could give them a lesson."

"We'll do it later. If Phil wants to follow that old bet to the letter, then we will,
too." Jung looked around at his friends with a lecherous grin. "That won't
stop us from having a four way suck fest, though."

He had been right about that as the four traded cocks around until they all
had more than satisfying orgasms. As often happened at Jung's, his fifteen-
year-old middle sister and nine-year-old youngest sister sat naked on the
floor and watched the boy sex while playing with themselves.

Overall, their Wonkey friends had been a great help preparing them for the
day they would lose their virginity. Larry's mother only worked three days a
week, so they picked one of her working days.

To prepare themselves further, they abstained from sex the night before,
although Phil argued that would make them too horny and they'd shoot
their loads too soon.

"I'm too nervous to be too horny," Larry told him.

Both boys awoke just after eight with vicious morning wood and the desire
to take care it. Other than taking rather difficult pisses, they let the issue
slowly resolve itself, waiting for their meat to finally soften. They pulled on
their underpants from the day before and headed downstairs to eat. Larry's
mother didn't have to be to work until ten and was reading the morning
paper in the living room.

"Well, good morning boys," she said. "You're up early for a summer
morning."

Larry gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, something Phil would never
dream of doing with his mother. Seeing Larry do it so often made him think
that maybe giving his mom a quick peck wasn't such a bad idea, but it also
wasn't such a great idea that he would actually do it.

Neither boy was embarrassed by Larry's mother seeing them dressed in
nothing put a pair of underpants, although Phil was happy that he was
wearing loose fitting boxers that hid his boner, or so he thought.

"What's for breakfast?" Larry asked his mother.

"You know you're on your own on the mornings I work, unless you want to
get up earlier," she replied.

"I know, but I still thought I'd ask. Trust me, being up earlier would be total
torture—we might as well go to school."

"I trust you, sweetie." Larry hated being called sweetie in front of Phil—it
made him sound like a wuss. "Looks like it's time for me to go. Make sure
to clean up your mess."

"We always clean up our mess," Larry protested.

"Except when you don't." She stood up and gave Larry a kiss on his
forehead. Larry didn't like that either. In his pubescent mind, giving his
mother a peck on the cheek under his own terms was one thing, but getting
a kiss back in front of his boyfriend was an entirely different affair.

Larry and Phil went to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast. "I could tell
you had a boner," Larry told Phil.

"No you couldn't."

"I bet my mom saw it."

"I'm sure she's seen us boned up before. But still, it feels gross to think she
saw me with a boner."

"We could start putting shorts on," Larry suggested.

"We might have to." Puberty was starting to hit both boys hard. The boys
saw their attitude about Larry's mom seeing them clad in their underpants
was moving from the "who cares" category to the "this is kind of
embarrassing" category.

++++++++++++

"Was my erection really that easy to see that afternoon?" Phil asked Larry.

"That is only the ten-millionth time you've asked that question, and the
answer has always been yes."

"For all the times we ran around in our underpants that was the only time I
was bothered by your mom seeing me with a boner."

"Maybe it was because you were completely and totally horny, instead of
just having a boner."

Phil looked down at Larry's crotch. "I am just as completely and totally
horny right now as I was that morning. It looks like the same is true for
you."

"It's a good thing my mother isn't here," Larry grinned.

"You know you can be quite obscene at times."

"And you love it."

"I love doing this even more." Phil put his lips around the cotton that was
covering Larry's rigid six-and-a-quarter inches. While both men	 were a bit
bigger than average, their penises were not huge. Phil, at seven inches,
was bigger than Larry, but both men were more than satisfied with their
endowment and that of their partner.

"Remember when we liked sucking each other through our undies?" Phil
asked as he came up for air.

"We usually did it in some exotic place."

"Exotic or erotic?"

"Both," Larry laughed.

"Only if you consider a movie theater to be both."

"You sure did, seeing as your boxers got very sticky by the time I finished
blowing you."

"And there was the time that day at your house..."

"Am I reminding you of that day?"

"How could you not?" Phil asked. "I mean this is our second first time after
all." Phil sighed and said, "Those were good times."

"These are good times, too" Larry reminded him.

"The best of times," Phil whispered as he started pulling down his new
husband's briefs, which were damp with precum and spittle. "As much as I
like sucking your big cock, I was looking forward to something else tonight."

"You are looking forward to being fucked?"

"I like being fucked; I just like fucking you better."

"Typical catcher, trying your best to be the dominant one."

"Typical pitcher, hoping to get the better of his catcher."

Larry leaned across Phil and planted a hard, deep kiss on his lips. "And
sometimes, succeeding," he uttered quietly.

The two men became lost in each other as they kissed and stroked and
poked the erotic nooks of their partner's body. Larry's right hand started
rubbing Phil's balls through his boxers until he had to come up for air.
"Time for these fuckers to come off," he stated. Phil raised his ass and
Larry yanked the boxers off and tossed them on the floor.

"Hmmm, I love your hairy chest," Larry cooed as he ran his fingers through
Phil's dark chest hairs. He leaned in and started sucking Phil's right nipple,
eliciting satisfied moans from his life partner.

"You loved my smooth chest when we were kids," Phil let out a quiet eek as
Larry sucked one nipple and ran two fingers across the other.

Larry didn't answer as he continued stimulating his husband's nipples,
causing him to wriggle and gasp from the erotic touches on his torso.

++++++++++++

"Are you ready to do it?" Phil asked after the boys cleaned up their
breakfast mess.

"Now?" Larry asked warily. "It's early...we've got all day to do it."

"Not really. I mean your mom comes home at what, four?"

"She gets off at four, so around four-thirty."

"So then we should get started so we have plenty of time."

"Yeah, like you can hold out cumming for six hours or something," Larry
pointed out.

"I can hold out longer than you can."

"For real? I'm the one who's gonna have the cock in his ass hurting his
insides. You're gonna be fucking me to death so you should be cumming
way before I do."

The boys were now settled in the den. An action film was playing on the
TV. They didn't know its name and paid little attention to it.

"You're still boned up," Larry said, his hand grabbing Phil's hard cock
through his boxers. "Weird, usually we'd be naked as soon as mom left."

"Maybe we're not naked so we can do this," Phil said as he removed
Larry's hand from his cock. He got down on his knees in front of Larry, who
moved them wider to give his friend more room. Phil sidled between Larry's
knees and placed his mouth around Larry's cotton covered erection. "You
are so fucking hard," he whispered as his mouth moistened the front of
Larry's white briefs and his lips stimulated Larry's over four-inch teen nail.

"This is like when I did you at the movie." Larry had sucked Phil through his
underpants in a theater just before they left on the trip, causing him to
cream his boxers.

"If you keep doing this I'm gonna cream my undies," Larry moaned.

"Good, that means you'll be the first to cum."

"But we won't be fucking when I do it," Larry protested.

"Hmffff," was all Phil could say as he worked seriously on Larry's leaking
pubescent spike.

++++++++++++

Phil reached around Larry and rubbed his muscular ass cheeks. Both men
jogged and worked out. They were handsome male specimens in excellent
physical condition, turning more than a few heads, both male and female.

Larry continued to stimulate and stroke Phil's hairy chest. Larry had very
little body hair while Phil had a hairy chest, arms, and legs. Both men
remembered when Phil started sprouting his first chest hairs just after
turning fifteen. He already had the beginnings of a treasure trail as well as
fairly hairy legs. He had a thick patch of pubic hair, which he'd started to
trim, along with hairy balls. Larry and Phil were both excited when the chest
hairs appeared almost overnight. It was another milestone towards their
oncoming manhood.

At fifteen, Larry's body was still smooth except for a batch of light brown
pubic hair. He had yet to grow underarm hair. "You getting to be like a man,
and I'm still like a little boy," Larry lamented.

"You're beautiful and that's all that counts for me," Phil told him, not only as
a fifteen-year-old holding his partner in bed, but as a middle- aged man
getting ready for sex with the same partner.

"Turn over," Larry told Phil quietly. Phil obeyed, spreading his legs as he
lay supine on the bed. He knew what Larry had in mind and wasn't
disappointed when he felt his husband spread his butt cheeks. He could
feel Larry's breath and then the wet smoothness of his tongue as Larry
started giving him an expert rim job.

Phil felt the tongue on his private spot, and then felt the wonder of the
tongue moving into his warm, dark hole. Larry loved every part of Phil's
body and loved doing everything he could to make that body feel good. He
pushed his tongue into Phil's ass as deeply as he could, taking satisfaction
in Phil's moans of pleasure.

Phil's gyrations on the soft sheets of the hotel bed told Larry that Phil was
getting everything he could out of the moment. "Oh, gawd, that feels so
good, Larry. So good. I can't wait until you fuck me...I want more than your
tongue inside me."

Larry removed his face from Phil's ass. "I love you, Phil. I can't believe we
waited so long for this moment."

"What, fucking? We've been fucking since we were thirteen."

"No, I mean being married."

"Shit, Larry, quit talking and get to it. We just got married and ready to
consummate the marriage, and your babbling won't speed up the process."

"Sorry. I love you." Larry placed his face back down in Phil's ass and went
back to pleasuring his spouse.

++++++++++++

Larry lay back on the couch, moaning, as Phil sucked on his cock through
his briefs. "We need to get naked," Larry croaked.

"I thought that a long time ago," Phil said as he removed his head from
Larry's crotch.

He grabbed onto the waist band of Larry's underpants and started pulling
them down. Larry raised his ass and Phil yanked the white briefs to Larry's
knees. Larry then proceeded to kick them off and onto the carpet.

Phil didn't wait for Larry to grab his boxers—they were gone as quickly as
Larry's. Larry stood up and faced the boy who was without question his
boyfriend. He looked at his athletic body, his arcing four-and-a-half inches
of boyhood, punctuated by a nice patch of dark pubic hair. He looked into
his brown eyes and at his smooth face, his smooth, hairless torso. He
looked at his legs, muscular and well-formed for a young teen, with a sheen
of light hair growing on his thighs.

While Larry admired the boy in front of him, Phil did the same. He looked at
the blond's perfect face, looked into his piercing blue eyes, at his slender,
yet strong, body, hairless except for a light dusting of scattered pubic hairs.
He ogled at the boy cock standing almost straight up. He looked down at
the smooth, still tight nut sac that he knew so well.

Phil couldn't imagine having anybody else as his boyfriend. In fact, he
couldn't imagine his life without Larry in it. Phil was so horny and so in love
with the gorgeous boy standing in front of him that his knees started to
shake.

Larry was the one who broke the mood. "Let's shower."

Phil took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. "Shower?" he
squeaked. His voice was starting to change and it often broke without
notice, much to his embarrassment. "Why do you want to shower? I mean,
we're going to get all hot and sweaty and shit."

"I know," Larry said. "Then we can shower again. I want to try something
and I want your butt to be clean."

Right then Phil knew exactly what it was Larry planned to do and his cock
quivered at the thought.

"Are you saying I've got stinky butt?" Phil giggled.

"I'm saying I don't want to find out," Larry told him.

Phil followed his lover upstairs and into the bathroom. Larry set the
temperature and the boys entered the shower. The agreed it would be a
quick one as they washed each other, with Larry paying close attention to
Phil's butt crack and anal opening. Both boys were erect through the entire
shower. After they finished, they dried each other and went to Larry's
bedroom.

"Lie on your stomach," Larry commanded. Phil obeyed and Larry spread
Phil's legs and positioned himself between them. Phil moaned at the
thought of what was about to happen. Larry grinned at Phil and said, "Quit
your moaning. I always thought this was gross, but it felt real good when
you did it to me. Now, I'm gonna do it to you."

He spread Phil's ass cheeks and placed his face between the cheeks. He
took a deep breath and then took the plunge, his tongue darting out and
licking inside of Phil's crack. When his tongue moved across Phil's pink
grommet, Phil groaned loudly.

Larry was relieved that Phil didn't taste horrible—in fact, he tasted good,
like Phil and soap. When his tongue punched into Phil's rectum the
moaning he elicited turned him on even more. This isn't nearly as bad as I
thought it would be, he thought. I don't know what shit tastes like, but it's
gotta be really gross compared to this.

When Phil started humping the bed, Larry stopped rimming his friend. He
didn't want Phil to shoot over his blankets, plus he wanted Phil totally
turned on when he got fucked by him.

"Fuck me," Phil moaned, much to Larry's surprise.

"Are you sure?" Larry asked with concern. Phil had been adamant about
being the top their first time and suddenly he seemed to be changing his
mind.

++++++++++++

Larry stopped rimming his partner. The two men lay side-by-side. "It's
time," Larry said.

He grabbed the bottle of pinkish lube sitting on the nightstand, a brand
made for anal sex, strawberry aroma and all. He coated his cock and Phil's
ass with the slick substance. Phil was on his back. He raised his legs up
and back—not as far back as when he had been thirteen, but still farther
back than most men his age.

"I'm ready for you," Phil whimpered in a sultry voice.

Larry started sliding his six plus inches into Phil's well-lubed ass. He inched
it in until he was all the way to his pubes.

"Fuck me, Larry...fuck me hard."

++++++++++++

Phil turned over on his back, his cock throbbing. "That felt so fucking
awesome," he said, referring to Larry's rim job.

"And now you want me to fuck you?"

"For a minute I did, but I changed my mind. But I gotta be the one to fuck
first, what with me being the catcher and you being the pitcher."

"You're crazy."

"Yep, I'm crazy in love with you." Larry was taken aback once again—Phil
usually was not one to express his love. Oh sure, he showed it a lot, but he
rarely stated it. From Larry's point of view, this was as romantic as Phil ever
got.

"So, just make up your mind," Larry said impatiently.

"It's made up. Get yourself in position like Jung and Q and Perry showed
us."

Larry got down onto the floor and positioned himself on his hands and
knees. The boys' first time was going to be doggy style. "You got the shit?"
Larry asked, fighting for breath. He didn't know if it was because he was so
nervous or because he was so horny.

"Yeah." Phil reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a tube
of Vaseline. Phil had purchased it after the lessons from their fellow
Wonkeys. Both boys discovered that it was great for jerking off, so it had
seen some use. Still, there was plenty of the greasy substance left to rub
over Larry's ass and Phil's cock.

"Go easy on me," Larry pleaded. "I don't want it to hurt."

"It's gonna hurt...everybody says the first time hurt them," Phil reminded
him.

"Then make sure it doesn't hurt much."

Phil said he would be careful as he finished greasing himself and Larry.

"It's time," Phil said as he slowly started to slide his four plus inches of
boyhood into his lover's virgin ass.

++++++++++++

Larry started to work on his lover and spouse. He moved his himself back
until his cock almost popped out of Phil's ass and then he rammed it back
in.

"Harder," Phil moaned.

The second thrust was faster and harder. "You're still so tight," Larry told
Phil. "So fucking tight."

The third thrust was even faster and harder, shaking the bed. Larry started
getting into a rhythm as he hammered Phil's ass while Phil begged for him
to go deeper, harder, faster.

Larry slowed long enough to plant a passionate kiss on Phil's lips and into
Phil's mouth, and then resumed his fast pace. The two men were near
forty, but they had been athletes and kept themselves in athletic shape,
and it showed as Larry tirelessly fucked the man he'd been fucking since
they were thirteen. The sweat poured off of both men as they groaned and
grunted and humped and fucked.

Throwing back his head Larry let out a muted yowl, designed not to wake
up the hotel, but to still relieve some of the inner tension. "Fuck, I'm
cumming, Phil...I'm fucking cumming."

Larry let his seed spurt into Phil's hot, tight ass. Phil raised his hips at the
same time as his overstimulated cock started to spurt from a no-touch
orgasm, sending hot, white man-seed over his hairy chest and belly at the
same time he felt Larry empty himself into his ass. The two men collapsed
onto the bed, breathing hard, speechless and nearly exhausted.

Phil finally broke the long silence. "Fucking, wow. That was as good as it
gets."

"Even better than when we were kids."

"Fuck if I remember, that was a long time ago and they all seemed great
then. But none of those orgasms were with my husband."

"You're a mess, you know," Larry chuckled. "You have cum on the outside
and cum on the inside and sweat everywhere."

"Like you're ready to enter polite society," Phil pointed out.

"A good soak in the Jacuzzi should help get us cleansed."

"I like how you think."

++++++++++++

Larry felt Phil enter him with a sense of fear and nervousness. "Go slower,
it hurts," Larry whimpered.

"Do you want me to stop?" Phil asked gently.

"No, just go real slow, like a step at a time."

Phil pushed and stopped, pushed and stopped, pushed and stopped as
Larry instructed him on when to stop and when to go. While Larry felt pain,
it wasn't as severe as he'd feared—and the pain was tempered by the
satisfying feeling of fullness that Phil was generating inside of him. Soon,
Phil was buried up to his pubic hairs inside of Larry's ass.

"Are you doing okay?" Phil was concerned for his friend and, as horny as
he was, he didn't want to push him too hard or too far.

"It hurts and it feels good at the same time. You're, like, filling me up and
that feels good. Start moving it in me." While Larry's voice sounded a little
reedy, Phil also liked the hint of determination in it.

He started to perform the age old ritual of intercourse as Larry maintained
his four-point position on the floor. It was rhythmic, but it was also slow as
he slid his slick cock back and forth. Phil loved being inside of Larry's
insides; he felt so tight and so hot. It was like Larry was wrapped around
his cock.

As Larry got more used to Phil's presence inside of him, the pain subsided.
There was some discomfort, but it was trumped by the wonderful feeling of
Phil inside of him. He had been so afraid that this experience would be
awful, but it was becoming something awesome. He wished he was in a
different position so he could see Phil working inside of him, but decided
that would be for a different time. Larry was certain there would be another
time—in fact there would be many more times. As Larry saw it, this was
what people who were in love did—they made love.

Phil started picking up the pace, determined to go faster as he felt his loins
stirring towards the inevitable climax. If this is what making love is about,
he thought, then I am so totally in love.

"Your ass is really tight," Phil grunted. He was going to continue going
faster until Larry told him to slow down. But the only sounds he got from
Larry were groans of pleasure with each thrust into his virgin boy ass.

Larry could sense the feeling building up in him. He had gone from partially
erect, to totally erect, to his cock twitching and throbbing as Phil started
pounding him harder and harder. Larry had yet to touch his cock, and yet it
was on fire, ready to spurt out his young-teen emission.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum so fucking hard," Phil moaned as he
jammed his cock as deeply into Larry's ass as it would go. Larry's reply
was to shake with pleasure as his cock throbbed with spasm after spasm
from a mind-blowing no-touch orgasm.
"Oh...shit...shit...uhhhhhhhhhhmfff...shit," Larry screeched.

Larry's anal sphincter pulsed and squeezed Phil's cock which had been on
the verge of exploding. The squeezing on his teen rod was all it took for
him to fire multiple shots of cum into his lover's ass. Larry swore he could
feel each spurt as it coated his insides. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck...shit oh fuck oh
fuck!" Phil yelled as he had the most intense climax of his young life.

Larry collapsed to the floor as Phil fell on top of him. It wasn't long before
Phil's still semi-hard cock slipped out of Larry's ass with a mild pop. The
boys lay stacked as they fought to regain their breath and their poise.
Finally Phil rolled off of his boyfriend. He lay on his left side as Larry turned
to face him.

"I came without touching myself," Larry informed Phil. "That was too
awesome. It felt beyond great."

"I could tell. And I've never had a cum like that one. I mean I thought it was
gonna blow my brains out of my ears."

Larry kissed Phil lightly on the lips. The kiss soon became hard and deep,
the almost spent cocks became hard again, and the boys found themselves
kissing and dry humping until they came again, this time over each other.

"There's spunk everywhere," Larry said. "There's mine on the carpet, and
yours is leaking out of my ass and we got more on each other and on the
carpet and fuck, I gotta go the bathroom."

After taking care of business and cleaning everything up, the boys lay on
Larry's bed.

"Does it still bother you being gay?" Larry asked.

"Not if it means being gay with you," Phil grinned. The two exchanged light
kisses and fell asleep. They awoke a half-hour before Sandy Sanders was
due home from work. The boys dressed, grabbed their mitts and a
baseball, and headed outside to play catch so that Larry's mother wouldn't
rag on them for being inside on a sunny day.

++++++++++++

"Have you ever been sorry things ended up the way they did?" Larry asked
Phil as they enjoyed each other's company in bed.

"I can't imagine spending my life with anybody but you," his new husband
replied. "I think I totally fell for you the first day of sixth grade. It just took
some time for me to realize it. What about you?"

"Well, since you asked...I love you beyond imagining. You gave me every
reason to walk away from you, but there was something about you I
couldn't walk away from."

"I love you, Lawrence Sanders."

"And I love you more, Phillip Miller."

"Impossible—that can't happen," Phil grinned.

++++++++++++

"I'm getting horny again," Larry said as he threw a curve into Phil's glove.

Phil tossed it back. "Just shut up and throw the ball before you turn into
Perry the horn dog."

"I'd rather be Larry the horn dog," Larry told Phil as he fired in a fastball.

"Good enough for me. Absolutely good enough for me."

Next: Middle to High