orangetoughguy | log post II

Sit down. On the couch. Go do it. [He gestures for Larry to go do as he says before disappearing somewhere upstairs.] Don't touch the music, the solo's coming up.

[Freddy calls from the steps because he knows how Larry don't like the music but come on, this one came out when the old man was twenty or something. He should be able to appreciate the nostalgia at least. Anyway it doesn't take Freddy long to come back with four discs in his hands, discs held in simple plastic cases. They look like CDs with marker writing on top.]

Okay. Don't get fuckin' weird on me because you asked about it. And really it's kind of cool, did you know you can use that shit to put your own movies on this? [That shit being the computer, this being the CD.] Like copying over tapes, but easier. [Officer Piracy right here. He leans over to fan the discs out to Larry.]

Just Shoot On Me, Sit On It, Top Gunned, or It's Better If You Don't Talk?

[Mind reader. He was going to turn it down while Freddy disappeared. Fuck it. Fine, he sits at the couch. It's enough to knock back a martini and blow back a man's tie.]

No. I didn't know.

[Before he can get any ideas, he realizes they're titles. Hah.]

How about Sit On It? [Not that the title has anything to do with anything. Brown eyes watch him move here and there.]

[He's still moving here and there in his skivvies too. Green ones. With a fist over the crotch. Aww...Freddy makes a face between Larry and the titles.]

You don't like the sound of It's Better If You Don't Talk?

[Over the sound of a massive metal power chord, though not for long. He's not that hung up on the last disc either.]

Both of em seem...pretty good.

[If we're gonna talk about titles. Okay, he can hear the music again. And the shit better quit it if he's gonna keep it cool. Phew!

Green eyes, green skivvies. Fitting.]

Okay okay, Sit On It it is. [Freddy relents and finally he turns that music down, then off, so he can pop the disc into their fancy TV that has all the right hook ups including DVD player for modernity and a VCR because that's home right there.] I woulda tried taping off cable but we don't got much on the TV. There's a shitload of stuff on the internet though, I mean all kinds of crap.

[For the record, taping movies for personal non-profit purposes is perfectly legal in the Book of Newendyke. Anyway now it's starting up. He takes a seat next to Larry as the "fuckfest of the century" begins from scene one. Clearly if the kid wanted a story he'd turn to his comic books. For now though he watches Larry out the corner of his green eye, waiting to see if this was a good idea or a bust. This is a whole lot different from 'enjoying' Debbie Does Dallas with the boys. No women, for one.]

[Brown eyes blink. He's not quite getting it until it's actually playing out before his eyes on the screen.]

This legal?

[Taping it off of some channel on the internet he means. This, oh shit, this. Larry reaches for Freddy knowing he's there close by but not close enough. Hot damn.]

[........Really Lawrence Dimick? Really? Green eyes are staring at him now, expression very deadpan for such a question he won't answer at all because the more Freddy can avoid discussing its legality the less likely he'll run into trouble. Or something. Yeah.]

It's not bad. [The porn, he means. But Larry can take it to mean the legal issue too. Meanwhile Jerome there with tight curly black hair's dying to get a taste of Diego but what he doesn't know is that Diego's friend Manny the Manhunter's about to join the party.] I knew a guy like that. [He points at Jerome.] Less of a pussy though.

[Freddy lets that paw touch him. Truth is he's been dying to feel Larry all week. The more 'normal' he can make it the better, the less likely he'll get too caught up in emotional deluge. He's not gonna cry again, not without tits.]

[Larry scoots on closer, a hand is on his thigh and making its way steadily to that green fist.]

Was he a friend of yours? [Jerome is a big fella all over. Hopefully his mother taught him how to share because there may not be enough of Diego for absolutely everyone.]

Treat you right?

Nope, we never really talked, but I thought about him you know? I thought about what he was like, what was under his pants.

[Freddy says as green eyes watch the way that paw moves, right over the Hulk's fist. Oh fuck he's getting hard already.]

I liked thinking about how he'd treat me the way I oughta be treated if I wanted to get a real taste for what it's like to get pounded, kinda the way he's about to break in that other guy.

[Breathe, Newendyke.] Who the hell needs him though? Your dick's better.

Most of em are huge.

[Hey, telling it like it is, kiddo. In the meantime he feels up and down the shape of Freddy through those green skivvies, working on getting him harder.]

You want to still be in one piece. [A guy like that, with a dick like that may as well be rampaging on a City.] Is it? How much better?

[Into those briefs his hand goes.]

Do I?

[Freddy asks, a smartass answer for a smartass remark. Of course he wants to be in one piece though, what good is he to Lawrence Dimick if he has to be tossed out after one use?]

Oh shit. [Shudder, getting real hard now, like that fist is coming up to greet him.] A lot better, just the--the right size. Ain't huge but fuck I can feel you in me everytime. And you use it real well. Kid doesn't know what he's missin'.

[Groan. It's hard not to rub up against that paw. Oh look there's Manny. He seems pissed but it appears like they've got a deal, one on each end.]

[A smug smile fits on his mouth except he's looking at the screen while his fingers wrap around Freddy. Manny calls the shots huh? Well, looks like Jerome and Diego don't have any big qualms about it.]

You got yourself a nice piece too. Did you know that? I love how it feels.

[Larry puts his free hand in his own briefs now.]

Well yeah, I mean you ain't the first...to tell me that.

[He's trying to be cocky, really he is. Kind of hard when Larry's got a fist on him. Another groan.]

I like makin' you blow your load with it.

Yeah?

[Low, casual for two men in their living room watching what their watching on their big screen TV with the rodeo queen surveying above. This is heaven. Larry's hand on Freddy paces itself with movement on film.]

I feel so fucking full when you're in me. You like that too, right?

[Brown eyes now move to look at the kid beside him.]

I do, in your tight ass, like you don't let anyone but me fuckin' loosen that thing up.

[Cuz it's true right? Only Freddy Newendyke's allowed the uncommon opportunity to bend Lawrence Dimick over, right? It seems that way. It's a nice privilege. Green eyes dart from the man in the middle taking it both ways to the man beside him. He reaches over to rub circles around Larry's chest. No goddamn tits.]

Can we make-up fuck now?

[Please?]

Baby, I don't. Besides, why would I want another dick in my ass. I don't think it would feel so fucking good.

[Oh yeah. It's true. And if that's which way the wind is blowing, there are zero complaints right here.]

Now?

[One lean and he's got the kid in a kiss, there's nothing soft about his mouth and stubble bristles along his jaw. Green boxers are coming down too.]

You wanna make-up fuck me?

Nobody knows how to handle yours like I do. Right now.

[Kiss granted as his hard on comes out fully and proudly. Freddy's curling up closer to Larry's side, affectionate and a little sly all at once because...]

Got a whole week built up. I bet you got two rounds in you.

[Maybe. And if not well Freddy's got other ways to get spent in his company.] Suck me off.

And you handle me like a fucking pro.

[Dare he say like one of those three pros slamming and moaning together. Larry pulls back from the kiss to nip at the kid's chest. No tit in sight so he'll gladly lick over one nipple then the other.]

If I got two that means you must have three, huh?

[Brown eyes move from the gamma radiation green of his skivvies to the candy apple green of his eyes.]

I could blow twice for you.

[Pun fully intended as he hoods Freddy's cock.]

Maybe, I don't think I've tried for three...since I was--[Hiss for the nipping.] Since I was sixteen. Maybe seventeen.

[Freddy's fingers eagerly weave through Larry's hair as he goes on down down down. That's it. The kid moans low and steady for the first touch.]

I want you in my ass as much as you want me in yours. We'll figure something out. Oh shit.

I think you could. [When he can speak of course, because he's licking and lightly sucking at the sides of his cock.] Poor baby. A whole week.

[Down he goes again completely. In his peripheral, he can see another man getting a mouthful. Larry positions on the couch to keep pressure off of his cock. Honestly he doesn't care how what happens as long as they're fucking.]

You too.

[Freddy argues, kind of like saying poor baby, my ass. As if Larry isn't aching to blow either. Fff. Not much time to mince words though as he feels that man's mouth hooding again, hot and moist. Getting the kid so fucking ready for him. He won't be touching the old man though, not if they're gonna try to stretch this out for a 2:3 scenario. A 1:2 wouldn't be bad either but it doesn't hurt to try.]

Fuck that's it, keep sucking on me you son of a bitch. [Hips are pivoting upwards into Larry's mouth, fingers twisted in his hair like he's making this old man take his cock like Diego over there.]

[He is but he isn't. The hard knock life of Lawrence Dimick. Blowing his load too soon and then it may be over before it's begun. There's no way in he'll he'd endure that.]

Mmmphmm.

[Cheeks hollowed, Larry keeps on moving with those hips. His free hand goes to the kid's balls, better Freddy than himself. Fuck he is so hard right now. Blame the dick in between his lips and the other three on the TV.]

[There are dicks on TV? Oh right, Freddy put them there. It's easy to forget or have them just fade into the background when Larry here is working him so hard. So close. Oh fuck too close too close. He revels in the feeling of that big hand on his balls but the kid's got to cut it short. A whole week, how's he gonna make it more than twice at this rate?]

Okay okay okay. Get off me.

[He urges Larry to relent with fingers rubbing against his head. The least he can do is blow his first and presumably biggest load between the old man's thighs.]

Pull that shit off and bend over. ["Sit on it, baby." Now those guys are trading Diego back and forth. They're not exactly synched with the movie but the timing is amusing.]

[Larry can't see the other fucks anyway from where he is. And even if he could, why look at them when he can watch him twitch and move. Off? Already. He slides up and off, letting saliva go with him.]

Thought you'd never say so.

[Shirt up and off. Briefs after. Feels good to be free of any constriction. Larry bends over, arms braced on the arm rest of the couch.]

Don't get smug with me. [Smack. That was hard enough to leave a brief handprint on the old man's ass. There's more where that came from too if Larry's into it.]

Stay put. [And away he goes to get the lube. The kid thinks about tape too, coming back with the former in one hand and the latter around a finger.] I got an idea. Trust me on this one.

[Freddy nods while undoing a strip of tape, real long so he can double it on itself, leaving only a small length of sticky side. Meanwhile the scene's left Jerome, Diego, and Manny to follow Russell on his way to the gym shower where two strangers are waiting to get to know him better. They're already jerking off just as Freddy puts his hands between Larry's thighs to carefully bind the strip around his balls.]

You okay? [Too loose? Too tight? This has nothing to do with ED either, in case the old man's thinking it, just being practical and realistic. There's a whole teenager between them after all.]

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