orangetoughguy | log post II

[Is that supposed to be a pun? Either way Freddy doesn't doubt Larry's ability to make good work of his erection with that pending result. He shudders, not about to crumble in the least, but goddamn this old man's one real fucking professional. Get it?]

Jesus...

[Okay that part's not a pun. Being made of bread and wine is not Freddy's idea of a good time.]

[Yep. That's a pun. There might be more, kid. Wait around.

The old man's mind is on this standing body. It's a privilege to touch him like this, get him like this. Freddy may be wowed with toys, the kid is Larry's kind of toy. To hold, to wind up, to carry, say, doesn't he kinda transform too?]

Come on, let's head upstairs.

[He stands, holding onto Freddy's forearms to help the both of him balance.]

Watch your step.

[Out of those pants. Though he'll be making use of his belt.]

Now you're just bein' dirty.

[Casual observation, being dirty ain't no thing to this kid, but it has to be said. Leading him around butt naked, wrists tied, making him step out of his own clothes? Pretty damn dirty in Freddy's opinion, and gosh does it keep his dick rock hard. Needless to say he follows Larry without argument.]

[Freddy's belt is draped over one shoulder. He's leading them around carefully.]

You think so? [No, he's not stopping.] My room.

Yeah. I don't think I would've had the slightest idea you had it in you back at Smokey Pete's either.

[Another casual remark. Is Freddy joking? Telling the truth? Who knows with the way those green eyes are looking so damn innocent. Well, more like 'innocent' really. Into Larry's room they go too.]

Oh yeah? You sure about that?

[A careful shove to get the guy sitting. Larry is going to take off his own duds.]

First time I saw you, you know. We were strangers, you didn't know how to read me then. Guess it makes sense you didn't get why listening to you talk was so good.

[Shirt comes up and off, not too quickly.]

Uh huh--

[Oof. Freddy flops on the bed, almost falling onto his side completely but then he's sitting up again to watch Larry start stripping. This time it's the kid who licks his lips, watching those older but thicker muscles flex as they're revealed. Not too quickly. Slinking along just like a wildcat it seems.]

I guess it does. [He's clearly distracted by the movements of the other man's body.] I was just being a good storyteller.

[By now Larry must realize the whole commode affair was scripted, right? Maybe Freddy ought to make up for that too.]

[Since this is the old man's room and he's not particular about where that shirt is gonna fall. Pants on the other hand, he's more deliberate about it.]

Damn right you are. Except, maybe you dunno, somethin' about the way your lips move when you talk really draws the eye.

[Now the belt is the only thing that's on Larry. He moves to take a hold of it.]

You say the same thing about the way I smoke too. [He shrugs once, mouth pursing for the proper way of producing a smoke ring. All cheek and no play makes Freddy Newendyke...something or other.] You gonna do somethin' with that?

[He upnods at Larry. Could be referring to the belt...or his dick.]

Sure am.

[The belt and his dick. He turns it over in his hands then approaches.]

Maybe because it's true.

[Larry sits on the bed.] Got my attention. [He leans over to put the belt to work. It's going to be fixed around his thighs actually, holding em together.]

[Again the kid licks his lips in anticipation. Look who wouldn't when Mr. White, Lawrence Dimick, naked and rock hard and still in good form for his age, is standing over him like that? Speaking of who wouldn't...while Larry's working the belt on his legs Freddy just has to ask.]

You ever do this with anybody else?

[He won't get mad, promise. Freddy just wants an idea of how long Larry's been into tying partners (guys) up. Buckling his thighs together has the younger man feeling an even sharper aching want between them.]

[The holes end too soon so he folds the rest against the kid's skin. Damn does he look terrific.]

Not as much.

[Those one nighters are about getting down to business. A few you can pick out...]

Once or twice before. I remember liking it. This though, I love this.

[He holds Freddy's chin giving it more meaning.]

[Does he? Freddy's no scarecrow but he's well aware for all his toned up wiry limbs and freckled or floppy features he's still a smaller kinda funny looking kinda guy.]

Only?

[That's mild surprise, not judgment, in his voice. Larry seems like the kind of guy who could make someone want this just by looking at them, of course just because he could doesn't mean he would. This is the guy who passed over the nineteen year old stripper, after all.]

It's a real treat. [Freddy says with his chin in Larry's possession. The tape, the belt, being on his bed, the transformers, being in this house. All real treats.]

[Funny lookin' sure, but the toned, wiry limbs fixed this way and that, erect and waiting for what's coming to him that's damn fine.]

Did a lot of watching. You know they got places for this. [Or he figures that he knows that.] There was only one fella I did with consistently. [We're talking besides Freddy. But...why keep on talking and playing old songs that don't mean shit anymore? He rubs his thumb over the kid's chin.]

Figured you could work out some tension too.

[Larry is up off of the bed now to get the lube.]

Yeah, I know.

[He's had to bust a few, well, more like bust a few people in them. Those would have been awkward raids had Freddy not maintained a professional facade. As for why play old songs, it's a nice to hear a whole record all the way through. Maybe no one tells anyone everything but Freddy will take what he can get cause as much of a storyteller he is, he likes hearing about Larry too. What makes him tick, what he likes and doesn't like, what he wanted in the past compared to what he has now. Nothing doing though if the old man's gonna keep it a short tune.]

Uh huh.

[Freddy nods into those rubbing fingers, confirming the other man's configurations. He really could use the release and that goes without saying. It doesn't take a genius to know Larry's intuitive, transformers and all. It kind of sends a fluttering feeling into his stomach that almost borders shyness, Larry knows him that fucking well or maybe Freddy just hides it real bad.]

I met somebody there. He wasn't so good with the talkin'. First thing we did was fuck.

[Larry lays behind him and arranges the kid.]

Think you can take it on your knees?

[This close he brushes his dick against the back of Freddy's thighs.]

Kinda wish the first thing I did with you was fuck you.

[It's a dirty light-hearted remark. Can such a thing exist? In reality Freddy doesn't have much regret for the way they did meet, the way they did start fucking. Had it not been for getting shot--well, forget about going there. What happened happened and it's led to this so there's no point in wondering what could have been even if that means they could've been in Mexico by now.]

Uh huh. [This time his nod is more solid, more assertive.] Put it in me.

[Because that's where Lawrence Dimick's cock should be. Shit if anyone back home could see him now, taking it up the ass all tied up. From a felon no less. Freddy's hungry for it. He can't spread his knees or his arms so the kid's gonna have to keep his balance real well, or let the old man do all the holding for him, just like Larry's been from the fucking start.]

I kinda wish it was too. [Would have cut through a lotta red tape, maybe they would have figured something out then, learned something. Who the fuck knows. It all sounds damn rosy though, don't it?] When we go to talkin' just you and I, I thought about taking you back to my place just to see where it'd all go.

[Instead he ended up with his dick in a woman who at least had green eyes as Freddy would know. Larry's talking calmly while his hands are coated with lube. One for himself, the other for Freddy.]

Wait a fucking minute, would you? [Those are only words, his own fingers are trying to speed up the process. The second he can fit in two, they're moving, scissoring.]

Then I was thinking [back to Smokey Pete's, fingers still prepping] why don't I haul you off to the commode. Huh? Son of a bitch that you are, sure didn't make it easy for me to pick up any sure signs except you kept on lookin' right back at me.

[Oh God he's gonna play him that way? Freddy's brow furrows for the lack of cock though he's well aware of the necessary prep...and the thrill of teasing desperation out of him. As such, the kid shudders when he feels those fingers inside him, scissoring. Freddy tries to scoot back a little like doing so will get more of those thick fingers inside him, he'll take that if he can't have Larry's cock yet.]

Christ... [Groaning makes it harder to give a real response.]

So you could fuck me over the john? Maybe blow me first? [It would've messed up his stride so bad, from enthralling new guy to some shaking sweaty heap of a kid without a cherry anymore. Speaking of signs...] I have lotsa practice. [Practice not making it easy or practice not being bent at all? Either way that's long been undone. Hell look at Freddy now.]

You liked listening to me... [His back arches.]

[The scooting gets Larry to have a go at his prostate.]

More to come. Cool it.

[The old man's mouth moves on Freddy's spine as he says this. No lies though, kid. This process gets him hotter to fuck.]

Blow you first. Then I supposed you couldn't say no because you know you're gettin' something out of it. Then well, wouldn't you want to fuck me knowing I can take care of your dick?

[He chuckles and moves his fingers to fuck the kid.]

No, get it right. I love listening to you.

Mother... [Fucker. That feels so damn good how can he expect him to cool it? Larry's got the kid rocking on his fingers hot and ready already.] Right, wouldn't say...no.

[Freddy's trying to breathe steadily between his own words. Hard to do when you're rock hard and fucking yourself on the old man's fingers.] Yeah, I would, I'd wanna fuck you. Hell I wanna fuck you now. You love listening to me. [There he corrects himself, maybe he'll get a reward. His words are thin and rushed.] I can't even whack off like this come on Larry fuck me.

[Damn. Didn't take much to get him begging did it?]

[Easily he doesn't expect him to be cool. The opposite. It's kind of reverse psychology, not at all like Freddy needs to be convinced.]

I know you can't. At least not like this. [Teasing, teasing more. Fuck, sorry kid. You got him giddy. Those fingers he's making so much due with are slowly pulling out.] Okay, baby. You convinced me.

[He smacks the back of his thigh before rubbing the tip of himself between his cheeks then right into his ass, carefully.]

Mmmmm. [Yeah, he's moaning already.]

[Even when those fingers are pulling out the kid makes a sound that implies he's actually sad to lose them. It's temporary, old man, don't read anything into it beyond Freddy would gladly take just those fingers if his dick wasn't an option. Fortunately for both of them it is.]

About time--!!

[Well he was breathing a low sigh of brief relief but that whack to his thigh's got Freddy narrowing his eyes over his shoulder. Bastard. Feeling Larry behind him though brings his head back down, bowing as he feels the other man squeezing in. Mr. White's not the only one groaning from the motion. Orange's sound is breathier, something like a gasp. Being taped and tied up like this makes Larry's cock feel thicker than usual or maybe Freddy's just extra tight now. Win win situation.]

Oh God. Fuck. You feel so fucking hard, baby.

[With attitude like that he may get the gumption to hold off longer next time. That is if he can handle it. This time around it was pretty difficult. Even though he's the one doing the touching, it gets to him. The kid wants his touch, and to see what it does to him.]

Didn't think [gulp] you needed to be anywhere or else I woulda rushed.

[Bullshitting of course. Oh shit, it's incredibly tight. Larry wills himself to keep it cool though he feels his balls ready to tighten. Goddamn this man.]

You get me so goddamn fucking hard.

[And since he's given up holding back, even though they haven't got a rhythm--still slipping slowly, snuggly--the old man wraps his hand around Freddy's cock.]

Nowhere. I got... [Breathe, Newendyke.] I got nowhere to be 'cept on your dick.

[Sitting right here on his dick. Well, kneeling, something or other, the point is he's on it okay? Freddy tilts his head back like arching his spine in a sharp curve might help Larry get the rest of himself in. Really it just intensifies the feeling for Freddy.]

I try. [To get him so fucking hard. Oh shit, the paw on his own cock brings out another sharp gasp. He's put right in place but there's no real motion yet, no thrusting. He wants it.] You're gonna kill me...

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