orangetoughguy | log post II

You're--[Breathe.] Gonna regret--[Another mashing.] That.

[Maybe, maybe not. Going groin to groin is an instant erection-springer for this kid. Whoa hey don't let him have it so easy, Newendyke. Freddy pulls away just enough to make it seem like he's trying to gain more yards and only dragging Larry along because he's got no choice. Into Larry's room no less cause that's where he's planning to score a goal. Unlike some other people, scrappy dogs don't have what it takes to carry bears into their caves.]

Fat chance. [Solid answer and a growl he can squeeze in before the kid takes the play and runs with it. Goddamn, he feels the kid hard and the cranky old man is not far behind. Dragged along works only because he's attempting to wrestle back a bit. Why here? Though he has vague ideas spinning in circles. all of them don't matter right now.]

[Freddy holds no illusions about his size (except that he's closer to 5'8 than 5'7) so in order to get Larry on the bed he has to literally throw all his weight onto him. The kid does so and attempts to top it off with straddling the old man's chest. Note, not so cranky anymore.]

Oh yeah?

[Not ready for a shove and boy does he put his back into it, the old man's on the bed. If he wasn't hard before, he sure is now. Big hands go on either side of him, not shoving him off as he straddles but gripping him tight. Oh shit.]

Yeah, big man. I'll say it again.

[He doesn't but the words are poised on his tongue.]

[That's more like it. Now it's Freddy who balls his fists into Larry's shirt, pulling him up while curling over to meet him near face to face. He can't deny those big hands on him feeling so good.]

Say the Dodgers are number one.

No.

[Face to face and his breath is getting heavy. Those big hands clutch.]

Fuck the Dodgers.

[So he wants to play hardball huh? Freddy lets go of that shirt only to start undoing his own pants.]

You asked for it.

[He's hard enough it doesn't take much for that erection to rear its head.]

[Suddenly his mouth feels fucking dry. That dick is pretty damn close. Is this how the play is going to go.]

Bring it on, tough guy. I can take it.

[His hands now move a little to grip at the hem of his shirt..]

[No need for a safe word right? As for his shirt, well sorry Larry but this kid doesn't want you holding onto that. He pulls the shirt right off and tosses it aside.]

Okay.

[Spoken passively to contradict the way Freddy grips brown slightly peppering hair before shifting forward. Aw come on he's not gonna force it into the old man's mouth...just nudge it against his lips.]

[Safe word? What's that. Come on, as far as the old bear is concerned it's always safe here. Though he's not thinking straight at all. Somehow the issue took a turn and he's still going to fight for it.

Kind of.

A nudge is all he needs. Those lips open and his tongue slips over the tip of the kid's cock then slides right under.]

Take it real good.

[A low hiss follows his words for the way his tongue slips around him. Fucking perfect.]

Hmmmph.

[That's what he can manage as far as words are concerned as he tilts his head to let is lips really wrap around. Both of his hands now clutch at the kid's ass. Is he gonna move? Oh damn. Larry breaths in huffs out of his nose. Each inhale drags in the smell of the kid.]

[Clutching his ass helps the kid angle forward to push in and out of that mouth at a shallow depth. No need to choke the guy, no matter how tough he is.]

You're doin'--great, so far. Get it real wet.

[Brown eyes blink open then shut, slowly drifting up to watch the body move above him. His tongue rolls under as he keeps his lips tight.

Did he say get it wet?]

[Yes he sure did. It doesn't take a genius to know why, especially if your name is Lawrence Dimick too. Why else would the kid want it real slick and ready huh?]

I fuckin' love your mouth.

[Hand in his hair he's fucking that mouth now, no other way to really say it.]

[Sure doesn't. And right now he's nobody's genius. All the blood is rushing to his most neglected groin.

The rest of him is still at work, moving to compliment Freddy's movements. He's glad to be providing a mouth that's worth fucking. And faggot that he is, he loves this dick that's between his lips.]

[It won't be neglected for long. See here comes a hand reaching back to knead Larry's cock through his clothes. That's all for now though, because the old man said fuck the Dodgers.]

You want it goin' somewhere else don't you?

[A tight groan slips out surprising even Larry at the touch of that hand. His pants feel too fucking tight.]

Mmmhmmm.

[Here, he'll surrender one grip to the kid's ass to work the rest of his cock that won't fit into his mouth.]

[Oh that's nice, Larry's always been good with his big old paws. It's enough to get the kid relenting just a little, working to open those pants up now and draw that other cock out with firm strokes.]

Right in your ass? How's that sound?

[Panting, and unable to really move with that hand he puts all his effort and pleading into that hand grasping the base and moving his mouth tighter faster.]

Nnnhhh huh.

[Yeah, kid. He wants it.]

Well you fuckin'...deserve it, having a mouth--like that.

[Groan. Freddy talks like this is a punishment for badmouthing his baseball team but they both know better. He pulls at Larry's hair while shifting back, to separate them and neglect the old man's dick entirely.]

Turn over. [Have a smack to the thigh to get the bear going.]

[Larry lets Freddy hold his head and pull back, saliva is slick in his mouth and on that dick. He feels proud of himself for the lip and for getting this kind of punishment.]

Gonna show me a thing or [smack...what...] two?

[And he's gonna be turning over, except now see he's got pants to shimmy out of. That allowed, tough guy?]

I'm gonna show you what this Dodger boy can do.

[Starting with pulling those pants off Larry...but only off his hips. Keeping them shoved down to his knees isn't the same as using a belt or tape but there's something to be said for improvising.]

All fours, ass up.

[He commands, like he's some kind of sergeant. Yep. A little lube on his cock gets it slick and ready however fingers are going between the old man's thighs first. He keeps a hand clutching Larry's rear.]

Dodger boy? Don't make me laugh.

[Though he isn't at all. His ass is bare and clutched, makes him feel like a prime piece of meat. Larry listens even though he's offering up more mouth of a different sort.]

Why do you even like those bums?

Dodger boy's got more charm to it. We can go with Dodger man though.

[Down to the second knuckles already.] Cause out in the middle of bumfuck Central California it's them or the Giants. And I'm not no fuckin' Giants fan.

[The way he says it sounds like the kid oughta spit on a curb right after. Which he does, but down between those firm thighs instead. He curls his fingers to press against his prostate, then in and out to get his saliva working with the lube.]

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