orangetoughguy | log post II

[The things you see in your travels across the country. No, the old man's never tried it but the receiving end looked like they were having a hell of a time.]

But I wanna open my mouth.

[Lips move over his shaft then lower to his balls. Paws keep moving, encouraging Freddy to fuck his that way.]

[Tell him a cross country story some other time. Not right now. Please. At least not a story like that. Freddy is thrusting against him though, hands and mouth all hot just the way he likes it. His own hand fists if not in that thick brown hair then on Larry's skin, almost to the point of bruising.]

You lookin'...to check if I'm good...for seconds?

[Keep it up and they'll have to run that risk either way. Of course it's not that much of a risk, Freddy here's been known to blow it again after a good ten or twenty minutes of rest.]

[Whenever it crosses his mind again. His thoughts are full of other things, all of them relating to Freddy.]

Are you?

[Sorry kid, however solid that grip is--fuck he loves it, bruises he'll wear with pride--Larry lifts his head.]

[The kid breathes out heavy and hard. He brings his other hand down to press against the old man's head....which he's guiding back over his cock.]

Oh yeah.

[He confesses before pushing his hips up again, aching to feel the heat of his mouth.]

That's all I needa know.

[Larry puts no resistance at all to this guiding. Jaw slack and eyes up at his face. This man is all yours, Newendyke. He's prepared to take whatever you can givce him.]

[He's a generous man, this Lawrence Dimick. Taking Freddy in the way he is, even as the kid twists his fingers into his hair to pull it, is a kindness. Christ he wasn't lying when he said he fucking loves him. One, two, three, it takes only two consecutive series of thrusts for the dirty blonde kid to start leaking precum.]

Oh shit. I'm gonna lose it. Right in your damn mouth.

[Honestly Newendyke, that seems to be the point. He's fucking writhing.]

[He doesn't mind the hair pulling. Might smart some, but there's enough pleasure to go with that pain.]

Mmmhmmmm.

[Any second, right down his throat. That's what he wants. Since the old man can't speak to make himself perfectly clear, his tongue curls under the cock in his mouth.]

Mother--

[The next thing Freddy says really isn't a word at all but a loud groaning noise that drowns out anything Lamont's dad has to say. Freddy tilts his head back to better pitch his hips forward into Larry's mouth, releasing everything he's got between those lips. Hell maybe even down his damn throat.]

[It's all throat. He's not going to bother moving from here. Freddy's load all comes out bitter and fast. Big hands squeeze and rub his thighs. Larry's knees may be starting to hurt against the hardwood, but not enough to get a move on. Slowly he pulls half way, sucking now and then]

[It takes a little while for the writing to stop, encouraged further by those paws squeezing him, practically milking him. Freddy wets his lips which varies greatly from his anxious tell of licking his teeth. He swallows. Twice.]

Damn...damn, baby...

[He breathes hard shallow breaths as green eyes settle on that mop of brown hair. Oh yeah he lets go of Larry too.]

[A string of saliva and whatever remains of Freddy's semen stretches from Larry's mouth as he pulls away once he's sure the kid is done. Then he too licks his lips.]

Thought you were gonna blow a hole right through my head.

[Back to the couch he goes to sit.]

I'm--I'm not that kinda...superhero.

[Freddy shakes his head lazily but as soon as the old man's on the couch too he leans down to sprawl his upper body over Larry's lap. Is he hard still? Can he manage to stay that way until Freddy's ready again, or should he start taking care of him right now? Decisions decisions. Just look at him looking at your dick Mr. White. Also, did Larry just swallow?]

I know. But you sure went at it.

[Oh yes, he's hard still. Watching the man come to pieces like that fueled the fire. Larry leans down and kisses his cheek like he didn't just let him fuck his face.

Lawrence Dimick swallowed for Freddy Newendyke.]

What can I say? With a mouth like that...what else was I supposed to do.

[Freddy asks upon receiving that kiss to his cheek. Damn, he fucking swallowed. He feels warm all over even though he just unloaded, the kid reaches out to take that hard dick in his hand.]

So what're we gonna do with this one?

You put me to work.

[Not a complaint. A statement that goes with the red marks at his shoulders that'll probably be a bruise.]

That?

[He hisses at the touch and wraps his arms around Freddy's torso.]

Wanted to wait up for you. Cuz you said twice fella.

[As though Freddy forgot.]

It might take a while. Do you think it can last?

[Freddy's strokes are firm but slow. Achingly slow. Because yeah, he didn't forget, and he is going to stir up the biggest blast possible for when he is ready to go.]

Sure can.

[Though right now, under that touch he's panting in and out like a rodeo bull. A paw claws at his arm but does nothing to rush it.]

I wanna fuck you.

How.

[Talk dirty old man, work the kid up again even though he doesn't necessarily need images to get hard for Lawrence Dimick all over again. This is just fun. Besides, he fucking swallowed, just how far can he push this guy before he takes matters into his own hands?]

Well. [A gulp of air and a swallow. He shifts his hips to sit diferently. Not wanting to thrust with that leisurely stroking...and wanting to so very badly.]

I sucked you down once. I don't gotta do that again. Too bad there's nobody do that for us.

[Teasing. Though Larry's gotta think about it.]

Think I'll just bend you over the arm of the couch. Mmmmm. Maybe against the wall.

[Careful there Lawrence Dimick, you're not the only one getting ideas from that curious remark. Freddy nods once, accepting that answer as well as acknowledging what may be a subtle suggestion. God he'd love to fuck or get fucked in front of this old man, let him watch and want. Of course with a whole something between them they could both get some of that. It's an idea, though for now it's only an idea.]

Would you fuck me like that in Vegas?

[On the run from the long arm of the law, having to fuck in alleys, in cars, on motel beds, in bathrooms. It's viciously dirty and most appealing when you can imagine it from the comfort of your own safe home. Go figure.]

[Hopefully an idea that'll get him hot again.]

Would I? [Larry laughs that it's a question at all.] We could stop on the way there. It's a long drive you know. At least once in the car, if it's warm enough outside, along the highway.

[The kiss to Freddy's face isn't so sweet anymore. It's almost like a bite.]

People are goin' by so fast, they don't pay mind to anything around them.

[Oh yeah, it is. Real hot. He's already thinking about the many ways to do it along the highway or with a third person or along the highway and with a third person. That's fucking hot, as hot as the prick of teeth he feels on his cheek. Still doesn't compare to the prick in his palm though.]

We could go to one of those strip joints, the classy kind where the girls have those rhinestone tassels. I'd fuck you in the commode just for looking at'em.

[That prick in his palm is still hard, maybe even harder now. Larry groans and lets his head fall back. His hips are shaking.]

I'm gonna look at em all right. So you better bring lube. [Even though he'll have some of his own. Aw shit, picturing those glittering tits with the promise of the kid coming in his ass it's almost too much.]

We'd get a room to overlook the strip. I'll fuck you on the balcony lookin' at all those lights.

I'll make you spit on it for extra measures.

[He's still stroking but slow and steady to keep him good and ready without getting too close to he edge. Already Freddy's developing his own hard-on, for the second time tonight.]

Would you smoke a cigar while you screw my brains out? [The kid asks while sitting up. He's pretty fucking ready himself.]

Fuck me hard against the tiles or the door?

[The man can't keep staring at the ceiling. Back to Freddy, pulling and positioning to kiss his mouth. Larry reaches to place a hand close to Freddy's groin, trying to get a gauge of how far he's along by only the brush of his finger tips.]

After. Wouldn't want to burn you...would I?

[Ah, there we go, kid. A fucking wonder.]

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