orangetoughguy | log post II

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...

Fit so good there. [As though it needed to be reiterated. That ass on his dick.]

Hey. Not yet. [Though what a way to go out of the world fucking. He's not going to let the kid die all the same. Larry smooths down Freddy's back and gives him a few light strokes. Ah, there we go. Almost to the hilt.] Soon, fella. You gotta take it all because I want it bad. [Can't fight the truth there. Three. Two. One. There we go. He pulls his hips back then forward.]

[If he could be like a cat and curl his back into that paw as it smooths down he would. He can't so the kid just writhes, unable to go anywhere else what with being taped and tied up with a cock buried deep in him. He wants it bad too.]

I wanna take it all.

[That too, and Freddy can. He's spent enough time around Larry's cock and balls to know precisely how it fits now, not to mention every individual mark and shape of it. It's a nice dick, really. The kid punctuates that first thrust with a groan, then another.] That's it.

[Like the old man said there's more to come. Though he's still being careful. Could be his imagination but it feels tighter than last time. Would all the tension be to blame?]

Jesus.

[Just a word to Larry but it's an expression of awe, of want. This bear of a man wants to be this close to Freddy as much as possible, even when they aren't fucking to be there, to be useful when he needs it. And right now, they need it.

Of course he could tell. All of the conversations skirting around seeing that fucking psycho once again. Freddy suffered the second most at tat man's hand beside the cop as far as Larry was concerned. He wished that the people at the jewelers didn't have to go down but, shot at point blank it's a quick send off, not that it would ever get Blonde in Larry's good favor ever again.]

[A little bit, yes. He's tense from all that skirting, all the needless repetitions of "I'm okay." and the obvious not mentioning that man's name to begin with. Why he shows up in this manner they'll never know, stupid fucking city. Stupid fucking city that's given them this too.]

God. [Huff.] You're so good, baby.

[Freddy stretches his arms forward all the way out, making slow and steady movements to rest his hands at the top of the headboard. The sharper angle makes for sharper impact inside him and the leverage lets him push back, not by much but it's something. His arms are gonna be sore in the morning, it's fucking worth it.] Come on.

[Needless because the old man just knew it was a smoke screen. It's unnerving to have that piece of shit fall out of nowhere. He doesn't need to be in their city. Yeah, it's their city.]

Got my dick all [groan] nice and tight.

[Woah, careful because he's moving. The angle is perfect, more so than before.]

Harder? Faster?

[Both are within the realm of possibility again. Larry wants to hear it though he is picking up the pace. Gotta treat the kid right.]

Wouldn't do anything--else with it.

[Larry's dick, he means. His breath hitches. Hearing the old man ask is like a thumb rubbing his cheek, sweet and tender.]

Not too fast.

[He directs, hopefully not to Larry's distaste.] Hard and deep. [That oughta treat his dick right too.] Grind me.

[Not too fast, and deep he can do. Grind? Oh yes.]

That. [He leans over, and licks up the kid's shoulder blade sloppily. There is no proof that everything's going to be okay, that they'll be just this way in LA if...when they get back, so he'll comfort and be tender whatever way he can.]

Better here [pant, pant the sheets on the old man's bed that is moaning along with them.] than in a commode.

Uh huh.

[Freddy grinds back when he feels Larry's mouth on his shoulder. He's a fucking anchor, this old man. Freddy couldn't do shit without him, he's convinced, at least not as happily. It only means he doesn't know what he'll do if...when they go back to LA. If anything, if what others say is true and they do go back to the very point from which they came, he's determined to tell Larry what he really is. Because it's the right thing to do.]

Better you--than anyone else. [Here comes another groan for that hard up muscle behind him.] Okay, harder.

No one better than you, tough guy.

[Harder it is, and more grinding until he slams away. Oh shit is that ever good. Larry moves his fist around Freddy's cock in the same way.

How could he possibly not feel the same way he's feeling right now to the kid if they just zap back to where they had been? Even in Quantum Leap, you remember where you've been eventually. This overwhelming sense of adoration and possessiveness can't be swept under any rug, the old man figures. Somehow when they get back, if they get back. He'll take care of the kid. Can't just walk away from this.]

Oh fuck. [Naturally is kisses are turning to bites.]

Fucking shit.

[That's a gasp of pleasure if you couldn't tell, Mr. White. Those hard thrusts are getting him right where it matters, piercing his prostate over and over. The addition of a paw to his cock just electrifies outside with the inside. Bites are icing on the whole fucking cake. He'd take a bite of Larry and eat him too if he could but his hands are tied.]

Nngh. God, Larry. [His name manages to squeeze past grunts and groans. The kid's already getting wet, real tense as he was. Being bound keeps him from coming too soon.] You're gonna wreck me.

[Truthfully if they weren't fucking Mr. White would believe Mr. Orange was wounded all over again. The fit is also a matter, Larry can feel the right spot that is getting him so desperate and aims for it head on again and again.]

Just what I want you to do. [Tightly wound and worked up means that when it's all gonna be over, the both of them will be mellow as shit. Larry's balls feel tight and shit he's got to work harder to get the kid to come first. His hand around the kid's cock tightens up some and he rubs on the tip, for fear of hurting the man he's not going to fuck him any harder.]

Show me what you got, Freddy.

[The sound that comes out of him is a mix of a seemingly wounded groan and hot panting.]

Uh huh.

[Kinda hard to show the old man what he's got when all he's got to do is bend back and forth, not even by much either. But if that's the only option left to him then the kid will take it. He meets Larry's thrusts head on again and again, brushing close against the fine line between this and pain. The thumb on his cockhead is the last straw, Freddy can feel how wet he is.]

I'm gonna come. [Just as planned. It takes only a handful more of hard deep thrusts to get the younger of the two shaking then spilling all over in Larry's fist. His back bows even more while his own fists clutch the top of the headboard.] Fuck.

Yes. [It's a hiss of approval and let's not dismiss a feeling of accomplishment. Larry keeps his hand moving, damn it's warm between his fingers. Now he only grinds, right into the hilt.]

There you go, baby. Yeah. Every bit. [Words rush out, clipped and shorter than they are.] I'll be right. There. [Oh fuck, he can't hold it. And he has no idea how long he's been leaking precum. It doesn't matter. Larry lets loose.]

[Again the sound that comes out of Freddy sounds closer to a whine and whimper than gasps of pleasure. Right now they're one and the same, a true mark of what Lawrence Dimick can do to him, with or without the tape. The grinding feels so fucking good, it can only get better with Larry letting loose inside him.]

God... [He breathes, finally steadying only to reassert some balance then tilt his head back against the old man. This time the kid grunts.] Come in my ass.

[That's an order. Oh good, looks like Larry is listening. He presses his body flush up against that bigger one, not about to tolerate losing a single drop of his load. Again there's grinding, the better to milk everything out of him. Mellow as shit will be an understatement.]

[Oh shit, maybe he is killing the kid after all. Larry feels like he's rapidly expiring too.]

Fucking--[Words get caught up in his throat and turn into a low growl. Freddy doesn't need to ask to have the old man fill him with semen. Feels like the kid has a suction going.]

That's it... Fuck I love havin' you in me.

[Freddy groans under the feeling of heat pooling near his stomach. Maybe it's just his imagination doing it but he swears he can feel the entire load Larry's left in him. His muscles tighten, urging to keep them together unless the old man tries to force his way out. That wouldn't be too comfortable.]

Fucking beautiful...

I love bein' in you, you son of a bitch. [The paw lets go of Freddy's cock and up is ribs.] So [and he's got no shame in dragging out the word] good.

[He's got no where to be. Why leave it so soon?]

You alright?

[Larry'd cut him loose the moment he needs it. Woah though. The difference between the before in after, he feels like a fucking zen guru. Calm only kind of covers it.]

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