orangetoughguy | log post II

[Aside from the flavor there's no real reason Freddy shouldn't anymore. They go unwrapped but have never fallen back to seeing other people or playing with a third party. Not yet. Until then he's free to swallow without fear, save for the fear of wrinkling over the taste then spitting it out. Tonight, the taste is alright enough to eat.]

Shit I'm comin' Larry. I'm comin'.

[The kid whines into his thigh as his body peaks then subsides, still leaving a mess in the old man's hand. He can feel the hot stickiness pressed between fist and belly.] Oh fuck...

[Breathe Newendyke. He licks his lips then turns his head to look up at Larry, still resting on that lap. Well satiated, and he didn't even need to take it up the ass.]

[Think of how it'll be after a few days of really downing papaya.]

Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.

[How can he be anything but? Hair askew, mouth open, eyes burning...Larry wants a picture so that it'll last for ever. At least he's got his memory. The heat of his breath on his sweating skin has nothing on the hot mess between his thick fingers and on the kid.]

Move a little.

[Some slow easing movement and the old man shifts. Careful moving the kid around but it's all so that he can lean just right to lick up the mess on him and his hands. He'll start belly first, his hand positioned just so to prevent anything from dribbling onto the couch.]

My favorite.

[The longer they're together fucking around the more ways they figure out to enjoy it. How about that.]

[Now there's another perk in letting the lie go on. ...That's not how this is supposed to work. You're in pretty deep, Newendyke. With his mind far away from that though the kid really only concentrates on the lull of a subsiding orgasm. Shifted just enough he's got a clear view of what Larry is doing and damn if that ain't beautiful too. His breathing stays slow and steady as his fingers comb through peppered brown hair. Each swipe of his tongue is warm, inviting, but just soon enough so as not to make his cock rise again.]

You do that real good... [Freddy notes tiredly.]

Yeah?

[They've got no where to be so he's purposely taking his time. His own happy mellow has something to do with it too. Brown eyes look up toward the kid as his tongue flattens a little above his belly button.]

I don't want to miss a spot so I gotta be thorough.

[Always a professional you see. With finger he traces an L on Freddy's stomach. From there he continues to clean his fingers sparing a lick to the kid like he was a supplementing flavor.]

That all you wanted?

[Now who is faking indifference and asking questions here.]

Always a fuckin' professional.

[Freddy remarks, riding that same wavelength as he cups Larry's chin to look at him, before letting the old man continue his thorough thing. Oh now he wants to play that game? Green eyes narrow just a little, he cocks his eyebrow.]

Yeah, I got what I wanted outta you. [A pat to the head follows this casual remark. It's all fun and games with the only person he truly loves to play with.]

That's what's expected of me.

[Among clients. All of his treatments within the apartment are free as charged executed with the same professionalism. Larry takes his work very seriously. Only the best here.]

Uh huh. I know where it went.

[The old bear noses the kid's stomach. No diamonds in there and no way he's getting' knocked up but come on. Where else is it gonna go.]

So we're done here.

[Mess is cleaned and the laze is settling fast. There's something going on in the background about a magic bullet. Whatever that is. The bird seems to have settled down the better to be temporarily forgotten.]

....You're kinda dirty.

[The kid remarks in a faux tone of surprise and minor disturbance. Of course he's hardly surprised or disturbed by this observation. Freddy's dirty too. Oh that nosing is nice. Another pat to that head becomes a slow rubbing over the nape of his neck.] I think so.

[Sam's gone back to picking at the papaya while rocking gently on his perch. Just a bird thing.]

Not no more. And I'm not the one who sucked on any cock tonight. You did. And you asked.

[Beat that in a pretend defiance kind of a way. His shoulders lift and fall with a sigh for the rubbing. Feels real good to be under his hands.]

Say the word if something comes up.

[Pun fully intended.]

Change the channel would you.

It wasn't a big deal.

[The kid says in an attempt to downplay the whole deal, except not really. Sucking the old man off and making him come with just his mouth is a real achievement, one he doesn't regret having ever. Every time. For that pun Larry gets a casual thump to the back of the head. He'll oblige in changing the channel though.]

I'll let you know.

[Oh look...a vibrating sort of looking barbell weight thing...yep.]

Doin' anything today?

[He's been up early surprisingly enough. Already dressed and on who knows what cup of coffee. Right now he appears to be writing something.]

Got something to show you if you're not. Might take awhile but...trust me. It'll be worth it.

[Freddy looks up from his cereal and comic book. Just the very state he's in, wearing jeans and a t-shirt under loose thin worn out flannel, pretty much says Newendyke is boring, he's got nothing else to do.]

Me? Nope. What is it? [He peers over a bit, noting Larry's been writing things down throughout the day. This hour is no exception.] Can Sam come?

[Speaking of the diamond dropping dude, he's hopping around somewhere nearby with a ring of plastic shapes twitching in his beak. This is how birds play. He's already dropped his diamond for the day too so nothing doing in toucan land.]

[The standard Freddy uniform is applicable for may situations besides nothin' okay.]

It'll be more clear when I start explaining it.

[Sam the diamond mine gets a glance. As much as he'd like to let the guy do some sight seeing it'd be a dead give away. Also a man has to protect is assets.]

Naw. Not this time.

[A quick glance at his writing and he's looking at the kid.]

You might wanna change into something more neutral. No t-shirts. Those are an indication of age.

Okay. [The kid replies, a little more than curious now. The old man's got somethin' cookin' and that piques his interest because Larry isn't usually so mysterious about his exploits. Nevertheless, Freddy gets up from his seat to deal with the toucan.] Alright, buddy, you gotta go inside.

[E-e-e-e-ee-e-e. He'll gently tug that string of toys to get the bird moving in the right direction. Er, but what's this about age?]

Are we goin' to that kind of place? [Freddy asks with a funny look but an easy tone. He's thinking something swank, some place Larry wants him to look the part so they both fit in as high rollers. Hop hop, oh look the bird's inside. Good toucan.] I'm not complaining or anything

[A bowl full of grapes and Sam's happy to be locked in.]

[Feathered asset secured. Good idea kid. The execution however is one the old man can marvel at. Kid and his bird a regular Norman Rockwell original in the living room.]

Not quite. [He laughs at the expectations though. Maybe when they're done as a treat if it all goes over well. They have a lot of material to go through.] On second thought, hows about I pick somethin' out. Come on.

[He'll wait to lead the kid up to his own room. Don't get too excited because he's strictly business minded. The papers can wait with the remainder of the coffee and cereal.]

Okay.

[Freddy voices and not without some suspicion. Again. What's Larry playing at? Either way he's putting the cereal bowl in the sink and taking his comic book with him upstairs.]

So what're we doin' where you don't trust me to dress myself?

[The trust remark is a joke, honestly. He trusts Larry too after all.]

A few errands then the bank.

[So he can cool his jets. Up the stairs now.]

Now. My rule of thumb for dressing for the day of is to don't dress quite like yourself. Nothing too bright.

[To the closet they go. Larry pulls a few shirts out to see and settles on a button down. Jeans? Not today. Sorry Freddy the old man is going for some slacks.]

Okay. Looks good. [He takes a load off on the bed, he'll stay here while you change kiddo.]

[Whoa whoa, he's watching the old man still looking a little confused and in the dark about their adventure for today. He rests the comic book under a work in progress model of The Thing facing off with The Hulk. Grimm and Banner would be (none too) pleased.]

I don't have a lot to deposit you know.

[Freddy says this with no shame. Compared to Lawrence Dimick his paycheck is a joke, hell recently that came in the form of a single toucan. Nevertheless he takes these articles of clothing to put on. Stripping in front of Larry is no thing.]

That's okay. Part of the errands anyway. I'm gonna come up with something to deposit.

[The kid shouldn't be ashamed of his work. Larry's seen it. He does a fucking great job. And if he wished he could get another job. It's about satisfaction not paycheck. The old man is glad to bring in the most of the bread. That bread feeds this man changing before him and that man's diamond creating bird. While they're out they should get papaya.]

Any questions so far?

[Come up with something to deposit...okay. Freddy still hasn't quite connected the dots just yet. As far as he knows Larry's still got some surprise up his sleeve that's gonna make the kid have a good time, cause he wouldn't go through all this just to break some bad news, right? Also, don't think Freddy hasn't noticed their papaya stock is slowly disappearing faster than he cuts it up for the bird.]

Nope.

[Freddy shakes his head, fully clothed now and obviously not going for his sneakers or work boots. Look, he's got nice understated pull on boots. They're actually the same ones from the heist.] After you.

[He gestures for Larry to go first while packing away his cigarettes.]

[Papaya is tasty. Everyone should have some. Though if they did the market for diamonds would go down. Oops. Yep. That is why the old man keeps having some at breakfast. No diamonds have appeared out of him. Sam is working it like a pro. One after the other. Does it hurt or something? So far he seems okay. Huh.]

Okay.

[Now Freddy's a clean, well dressed package.]

Now we get a move on and head downtown.

[Normally the underground but things have been different.]

If you don't mind, I'm gonna do the talkin'. You might wanna take notes.

Not gonna slick my hair back?

[He jokes while combing it back himself, except then it just flops down and forward. Needs more gel and a trim. Hrm. No tie, blazer, or shades keeps this from being heist-like at least.]

Okay, teacher.

Not today. [Looking at those flopping strands of not blonde not brown either hair he's got to comment.] Gonna get that cut one of these days?

[Down the stairs, hum de dum as they would in an ordinary outing.]

Oh. Almost forgot. Grab your shades.

I dunno, should I?

[He gives that hair a gentle puff of air which only makes it all fall right back into place. Oh there we go. He gives Larry a curious but brief look before picking those up. Freddy unfolds them then slips them on, real slick Clubmasters, a different character from Larry's Wayfarers.]

Better?

I like it but sure is gettin' long.

[Neutral statement much? He's gonna like Freddy one way or the other but somehow longer locks suit the man. Nothing too short he'd hope. Besides he's grown accustomed to grabbing a hold of it.]

Much better.

[Freddy Newendyke is a good looking son of a bitch. He should know every trick in the book. Yep. The old man holds the door open for the kid. Out they go on the field trip.]

[He's grown accustomed to having it grabbed so that works out for the both of them. Freddy steps on out only to look Larry over again. He's not a bad looking guy either, hardly. And the time they've spent here alone has shown just how desirable Lawrence Dimick can be, he can't begin to fathom the United States. Wanted in more ways than one, you got lucky, Newendyke.]

So am I gonna be tested or something? I mean cause you said I gotta take notes and I gotta tell ya I wasn't a real good student when it came to notes and books.

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