orangetoughguy | logging iv

[A tight noise comes out as he pulls off. Shiiiit.]

Feathers fly. Environmentalist groups voice concern over the flight patterns of the-

[He's trying, really he is. The old man's Spanish is accented of course. The rough tone and volume make it as though he's not talking about the Mexican Spotted Owl. He's hyper focused on the kid and his mouth.

Some weeks make the kid's mouth feel tighter. Did he always feel this good?]

[That's better. He goes back to licking at his cock with every 'fact' delivered getting longer broader strokes of his tongue. Lips aren't wet and tight around him again just yet.]

Mmhm.

[Freddy sounds, giving the old man some encouragement to keep going.]

While the Mexican Spotted Owl is not endangered, numbers have dr--

[Dropped like his eyes to Freddy. Feeling saliva slip down his hard, cut cock he really has no interest in reading in any language.]

Baby, like that.

[He doesn't put the paper down, not yet. Just looking over it.]

Hmmph...?

[Freddy sounds around a mouth full of dick now. Yeah he's acting like he's interested in this bird. Wet lips move up and down again for three strokes before he goes back to licking at his cockhead like it's a treat.]

[Even though he was specifically told to keep on reading, a paw fits on the back of Freddy's head again. This time he firmly grasps the strands.]

You don't give a fuck about owls.

[...he did know he was talking about owls in Spanish right? Anyway, now he knows. Larry drops the paper.]

Suck it.

What abou--

[Oh yeah. You do that, Lawrence Dimick. Tell Freddy Newendyke what to do with his mouth because he clearly does not have his mind on owls. Toucans might have been a different story. Lucky for Larry that's not the case here. Saliva slicks down his thick shaft, keeping it lubed up enough for Freddy to suck it down, moaning around his cock along the way.]

Suck it.

[How about that, kid?]

You love dick.

[That's enough to still call this a lesson, huh? Larry leans back and tilts his head to the side to watch the kid's mouth move. His thighs tense.]

Do you want your mouth fucked?

[He doesn't know what Larry's saying but the tone of his voice and his solid deliberate motions sure give him a hint. That really rouses Freddy whose eyes look on up again like some clueless boy student desperate for teacher. He bobs his mouth up and down, eager to please. Whatever the fuck the old man is saying the kid is pretty sure it's accurate.]

[Big hands comb back his hair. One over the other so it is slicked back like the sharp dressed motherfucker he looked the day of the heist. Then two fists full of hair.]

Good man.

[Larry licks his dry lips.]

I'm gonna fuck your face.

[To be perfectly clear. Don't want him to gag on his second breakfast after all.]

[Those paws in his hair feel so good, so easy to rub on him or smash his face into the table. Does Lawrence Dimick really know what kind of power he holds over Freddy Newendyke? Even when he's not fucking him? Lips pull off just enough leaving a mess of saliva at the head.]

Okay.

[The kid would nod but, hah, his hair is in a grip.]

[As angry as he gets, and as fast as he can take to action the old man may not know exactly until he assess the damage. For now he is pretty focused on control. Don't make the man gag. It's a rude way to repay the generosity.]

Beautiful son of a bitch.

[Slick dick and moist lips make it so simple to push forward into his mouth. It's like a favorite dance. His hips move and the chair makes a little noise.]

You wanna swallow? Wanna drink my cum down?

[Larry knows Freddy's got a limited comprehension but sometimes, sometimes the dirty stuff is what people know.]

[He's got a mild handle on Spanish, enough to know Larry is asking him a direct question. Whatever it really is though he'll just make it up. Freddy imagines Larry's asking him if he wants to choke on his cock, if it tastes fucking good. The answer to both is si, si! Freckled hands take hold of his hips to anchor as his mouth takes the brunt of his action.]

[When learning a language it is usually emotion and context you read. He'll learn.

He's gotta. This is gonna be their turf for quite some time. Maybe for the rest of their lives depending. Mastery will help them both out. They say everyday usage is key.

Chances are not everyone learns it by fucking.]

Yeah, baby.

[Tight balls swing with the motion. Precum gets lost down Freddy's throat. Strong hands still hold him tight as he gets a little more rough. Flappy hands on him mean it's still all good.]

[Get him his favorite comic books or old TV shows in Spanish and it's a guarantee the kid will start picking it up even better. Beyond the cop Spanish he knows for sure. How does Larry feel about Freddy knowing "Está arrestado, amigo."]

Mmmphh.

[Freddy sounds, head tilting to open up his throat more. It's an invitation for Lawrence Dimick to try and make him choke on it.]

[No megusta la policia espanol but there's no way for him to be choosy. Not right now. A comic and maybe a telenovela with some guapo cops and it'll be a breeze.]

Greedy for it, ain't you. Bet you can fit it all.

[Shoving all in right to the back of his throat. How much can those jabber jaws take? His warm, wet mouth really has the old man going wild. He really was going to try and just speak Spanish. Freddy's too damn good.]

[They must have Adam-12 in Spanish. Better yet, the Hulk TV show or Wonder Woman. Surely the old man would indulge the kid in some Lynda Carter.]

Ahh...hha...

[He makes more noise as he tries to breathe with both his nose and his mouth. His dick is no easy feat to swallow but Freddy's doing his best, less of a working mouth now though and more like a wet hole to be fucked. Nevertheless his fingers are digging into those hips, encouraging Larry to do what it takes to make himself cum.]

[Wonder Woman for sure. Who the hell doesn't like that brunette bombshell Lynda? Down this way she's gotta be a favorite.]

Oh fuck, Freddy. You feel so fucking good.

[Looks so fucking good too. Larry for the first time has himself missing the network devices. He'd snap a picture for later. All he has is memory to commit this to. Ain't bad.

Wet hole is right. And any longer at it and the old man might cum right there. The hands do the most talking for Freddy. Go means go. And he's really having a go at his mouth and throat. His own clenching hands and progressively loud grunts will be the tells that he's a few fucks away from busting. The kid might end up choking on spunk if not the dick it comes from.]

[Choking on the spunk spilling from his dick is kind of the whole point isn't it? Freddy's not particularly tidy anymore as saliva and probably pre-cum drips down his shaft to his balls. One hand leaves the old man's hip to touch him here, the small space between his sack and his asshole. His fingers press into it, like giving Larry a prostate massage from the outside.]

[As long as he doesn't perish from any choking. Strong, tough motherfucker he is Freddy knows what he can and can't take.]

Jesus!

[Even though that's not who's making him cry out. And the son of God is not the one that makes him unload. Call it on account of those magic freckled fingers. More protein for his breakfast. Larry makes sure he's all in as he twitches and cums like all this is the prize on the other side of the gloryhole.]

[There's a slight choking sound to Freddy which may or may not be music to Larry's ears. Fortunately for him he's not gagging on his load or else there'd be a different kind of lesson going on here. But fingers and mouth don't stop until he's got every last drop out of the guy. Freddy also makes sure to look up under half-lidded butterscotch blonde eyelashes.]

[Puffing and softly moaning as he comes down on down from the high--and boy what a high he still holds tight to those honey locks. A look down he watches Freddy's pale cheeks now sporting some color and those eyes looking on up at him.]

Save some for me.

[A tug up on his hair should be a clear tell of what he'd like next.]

[Instead of saying anything at all the kid just nods after carefully pulling his lips off the old man's cock. Hands move on higher as he gets to his feet, then Freddy leans in to press their mouths together.]

[As if his mouth hasn't been mashed and abused enough, Larry's not holding anything back. He's fully assaulting Freddy's mouth. No big deal that he was close to choking on dick or gulping cum. He just wants a little too to share the bitterness. And it's only polite. Paws are on him, petting and patting like the grateful, satisfied bear he is.]

[That's right, taste it, old man. Freddy's tongue moves in and out again before he leans back just enough to look in those warm brown eyes.]

Uno mas?

Para tí, lo que sea.

[Anything for you. Which is about as sloppy as it could be. Much like fucking in the kitchen. If that's lost in translation, Larry's heart won't be broken. After all. Sea. Si. It sounds the same. It means yes. After so much no, it's a yes. He'll figure out a way.]

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