orangetoughguy | log post II

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.]

Are you really going to tell me what I can and can't do? [Oof! For that smack to the ass. Larry waits. It's torture not to touch himself and it's idiocy not to pay attention to the next scene playing out.

With Freddy back he's mildly distracted. The tape is not much of a surprise except when he tucks it between his legs it's a fucking shock. In a flash he's looking between his legs to see what those animated hands are doing exactly. Oh. ...If it'll do what it'll do...he wants to last longer.]

Yeah. I'm okay, buddy boy.

[Swallow.]

See this in any of your flicks?

It's Better If You Don't Talk. [A beat.] The movie, not that I'm tellin' you that.

[In case Larry needed the clarification. Freddy here wants to hear every moan and groan the old man's got to give. A little grab tells him it feels okay, but only Larry can be the judge of that.] You lemme know if you want me to cut it off. [He says sincerely, then another beat for clarification.] The tape, not your dick.

[He smirks while adding lube to his already saliva coated dick. His other hand works lubed up fingers against Larry, then into him.]

Regular fucking comedian you are.

[He laughs before it's smothered by a groan for the touch. The tape is snug, but nothing feels like it's gonna turn blue then fall off. And Freddy should know for certain that the fun is all over if the old man loses his cock.]

Got any more surprises?

[Outside of the norm. He hisses at the touch of those fingers and leans back some to meet them.]

Naw, not today.

[He answers honestly with a kiss-half bite to the old man's rear. It's an affectionate kind of mouthing, one that works where words don't because he's still so fucking sorry for being such a jerk. He knows Larry's got some apologies without words too. Two fingers in now, he curls them to rub against his prostate. The makeshift cockring oughta keep him from wanting to blow too soon too. Freddy on the other hand can't wait to lose it in the old man's ass.]

What do you want, baby. Tell me what you want, tell me how bad.

[Already it's more than what he could have asked for after all is said and done. The hatchet is buried.]

Oh, fuck.

[The smack then the way his lips are moving on his skin has got Larry almost covered in goosebumps.]

Fuck me, Freddy. Fucking pound me. I want it so bad.

[Words supplemented with him trying to move on those fingers.]

[Beautiful beautiful words. Freddy slips his fingers out.] You got it, baby.

[It's very unlike the way the brunettes in the shower are pinning the blonde down, but the look on that guy's face says he loves every minute of it. The kid, rock fucking hard and not by gammas thank you, takes up his position behind the old man to slowly, slowly, lean into him.]

Jesus.... [Barely in and he's already succumbing to the euphoria of how tight Lawrence Dimick feels.]

[A groan for the absence of those fingers. Any second now will be the real deal. Larry's got it bad for this fucking kid. All the confusion and bullshit and occupations come with being a fool for love.]

Oh baby. Oh shit. [That's what you call good, each inch gained is one well appreciated. Stretching to fit this cool piece of Newendyke is something Larry decides to do audibly. What the hell does he have to loose? On top of that, hell, the kid loves it.]

Motherfuck--... [He hisses, in in in...in and buried to the hilt. Freddy has to take a moment just to breathe. Fuck yes he loves it and he thinks Larry does too. Hell, he knows it. Another smack to that rear but this time his hand keeps hold of his hip.]

I'm gonna screw the shit out of you.

[It's now or nothing, Newendyke. He makes no gentle gestures to prepare Larry for the sudden thrust. Afterall, he's got the ring, that oughta keep things in check. He impacts Larry again, again, a third time.]

[That smack has got him holding the kid like his life depends on it.]

God.

[First series of slams and he's competing with Diego...Jerome...whoever the fuck is the loudmouth of the operation. The old man sounds like he's trying for the Metropolitan Opera.]

Yesss.

[It's Russell and two unnamed untamed strangers in the shower. Gosh pay attention, Mr. White. Not that Orange here is doing any better. All his focus is on the firm body beneath his, taking it up the ass as good as any other. Every thrust he makes sure smacks hips to rear before settling into a shallower but quicker rhythm, only to return to deep hard thrusts.]

Fuck I love you, baby. [Freddy releases one side of those tough hips to claw up and down Larry's back. No blood, just red marks. Then that hand's going under to stroke his cock, nothing too rough. Just enough to get him worked up for taking his turn.] You want me to blow it in you huh?

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