orangetoughguy | log post II

I throw pretty fast ones too.

[Freddy manages to grunt out between thrusts. It's like a heavy drum beat he's got going on, making sure to create solid strikes rather than create some backbone melody. His other hand slips down to Larry's thigh, around to brush his fingers along his dick but he's not gonna start jacking him just yet.]

Do you want my hand on you?

[Throw. What? Oh. Baseball. It's a million miles away from his thoughts right now because they're all filled with Freddy and what he's doing it his body. He lifts his his a little higher and it's the perfect angle.

Hand on him? Larry nods but then he remembers that it may as well be writhing. That hand feels like it's a hot iron.]

Lemme fuck your hand.

Here.

[Freddy thrusts against him and stops there to grind while he curls his fingers around Larry's cock. He doesn't stroke up and down though, seeing as how the old man asked to fuck his hand, so let him do some of the work first.]

Mmmm.

[Aw man, he did say fuck didn't he? Larry sighs out shakily and moves with that grip. On the draw back he grinds against the younger man. The hard dick in his ass brushing his prostate lightly, not as much as it had when the kid was pounding him.]

Fuck.

[Watch him, Freddy. He's putting on a little show like this.]

[Oh yeah he's putting on a show, a real nice show, so nice that the kid releases his arm to get a better grip on his ass. Finally he's stroking the old man, hard and fast to match the way his hips work him again. His palm settles at the bend of Larry's waist, noting the angle here and helping him to keep it steady so every thrust meets that spot soundly.

Huff huff. Shit with a headstart Freddy's already feeling himself getting close to orgasm.]

I am. I'm fuckin' you just the way... [Groan.] Just the way you deserve it, baby.

[Just what he wanted. Hell, this is all what he wanted to have a beautiful man wreaking havoc on his nerves.]

Hard? Dirty?

[Whatever way that is, it has him crying out like he's being paid for it. Freddy's palm is wet with pre-cum. The old man's almost there too.]

That what you think you are, huh?

[He punctuates the question with a hard smack to his ass which turns into another clutching grab. Freddy's leaving marks on this old man's darker skin but nothing permanent. Feeling the pre-cum there only makes his palm work faster.]

A dirty old man? [Who loves the Brewers. The kid huffs.] My dirty old man?

[Oh fuck he's gonna come to pieces soon.]

Uh huh.

[The smack has got him tightening. Oh hell, how did he get even tighter? It's almost too much.]

I'm your man. [Dirty and old, and Brewer lovin'. Larry grinds back on Freddy, his thrusts are getting jerky. He's close.] I'm gonna come. [He swallows hard.]

You got me bad baby.

You do that.

[He encourages as if it's no thing and he's just gonna keep fucking him anyway, which he is, but it is a thing too. A real nice kind of thing. Goddamn Freddy loves this man.]

Come on, baby. Let me have it.

[He shortens his thrusts to keep from unloading first, eager to see Larry lose it instead. His thumb works the tip of his cock, coaxing it to let it all out.]

[The casual way he says it even though this is a thing makes him want to fuck him more. Larry will just have to enjoy right now to the fullest.]

Sure. [He hisses it out, which ruins the attempt at casual. The thumb, the pressure on his prostate that's all he needs. The body beneath Freddy tenses even more as he comes. It's been too long.]

Fucking hell!

Say it again.

[The words come out before he can even think twice. Something about riding this old man to orgasm drives him fucking wild. When he's down in Larry's place it's exactly how he wants the man to take care of him. It's only right Freddy return the favor. Milking the rest out of him isn't going to take much effort now that Larry's started writhing. It gives the kid the greenlight to start thrusting again. Harder and faster than before with another firm strike to that ass.]

Keep screamin'.

[He wants to hear more, the sounds he knows is gonna drive him to his own release.]

[Well he does call him, cowboy. Larry wants him to keep on riding like that, and hard. Being milked from the inside out he appreciates how for the Kid has come. No pun intended. It hasn't even been a year yet and he fucks him like a rodeo star.]

Keep on fuckin' me. [He calls it over his shoulder, straining to stay coherent.] I want your come in my ass. [Like that dirty talk kid?]

I will--I fuckin' will.

[He likes that dirty talk so much it almost makes him blush, except his face is already flush from all the exertion so who can tell the difference anyway? One, two, three. That third slam's the last he can give before Freddy's just grinding up against Larry, making sure he gets every fucking drop he's got to give. His other fingers come away wet and webbed along the old man's stomach as he curls over his back to kiss his shoulder. Well bite it first while he's writhing. Then kissing.]

Fuck. Fuck you're fantastic.

Gimme what you got, tough guy. [Grunt. Grunt. In effort, in his load. Whatever. Larry wants it all. It's part of the package of owning the kid, being owned. That's what he feels like right now, and there's nothing like it. He's full and warm on the inside, and his stomach is hot and sticky.]

Shit. [Those teeth. Oh man.]

[Larry's a bigger guy, so Freddy's weight on his back should be no thing, right? Cause that's how he feels right now even after unloading, like a lump of warmth just laying there on top of the tough guy. Still inside him too.]

Jesus Christ...

[Arms go snaking up and under Larry's firm biceps to bring his sticky fingers near his mouth. Don't worry, old man, misery loves company. Freddy cranes his neck to kiss him, the flavor of his orgasm between them.]

[Oof. Smaller, sure, but Freddy's a decent weight. One the old man treasures even though his shoulder will be sore tomorrow. If he moved he might pull out. That's the last thing he wants right now.]

So damn good.

[He licks what's offered up to him, filled up on both ends.]

Mmmmmmm.

[Once those fingers are clean he runs them through Larry's still thick brown hair. The color may be going at the temples but it ain't thinning.]

Real good, Larry.

[So...what were they arguing about again? Freddy steals another kiss. And another.]

[Is he even flexible enough to kiss back properly? He'll try.]

I'm not gonna argue.

[Larry grinds back only a little because he feels like tenderized meat.]

I know just what you are.

[In Larry's position Freddy would be, that's just the give and take of being built like a tank compared to being built like a rail gun. Okay not even that cause he's a shorter sort. Anyway.]

What's that? [He asks lazily.] I'm pulling outta you.

[The kid adds as a sort of warning before he slowly and carefully separates them. A flop's got him resting on his side now, still right up close next to the old man.]

[This young gun is generally more flexible anyway.]

Okay.

[Simple, ready agreement. He feels so damn free floating in his own skin. A rough exhale that ends in a slight hiss is the only sound he makes when they part. The arm that had been twisted back and gripped now flops over Freddy.]

Good game.

Yeah.

[That heavy arm on him feels so fucking good. Freddy can't help but shift forward for another kiss. And a smile.]

You ain't such a poor sport yourself.

[Freddy's skin feels hot, wet with sweat. It feels better than silk or leather and there's so much of it. He really holds up his end of the kiss.]

For a Brewers fan?

[There's a lick to Larry's lips for emphasis.]

For a Brewers fan.

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