orangetoughguy | log post II

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?

[Why stay fixated on the fantasy of film when you're living out the real deal. Larry rides with him, slam for slam as much as he can manage between the haze of pleasure he's swimming and squirming.]

I love [get it out, old man, let him hear it after all he means it] you. [He hisses at the scratch and arcs up against him as he claws downward.] Mark me up.

[So damn good, oh shit. He looks back at the monster that's got him so wound up.]

Do it. Fill me up.

[Green eyed monster, except there's no one for Freddy to be jealous of, not these days. Similarly Larry has no reason to fear that therapist guy, besides if he tries anything funny Freddy will be the first to put lead in him. He'd leave a little something for Larry to kick the shit out of too, of course. That kind of situation differs greatly from the vampire one, just for your information.]

Okay, Larry. Fuck, okay.

[Huff huff, his own breathing and those groans beneath him mix with the audio from the movie. Sounds like there could be a party of five in here. Would Larry be interested in watching a couple bastards fuck the shit out of him before the old man can finish him off?] I'm comin' right in you baby.

[His hand stills in a firm clutch around the other man's cock, as if to anchor him onto his lap while his dick takes on furious short thrusts. It's to help delay his orgasm too as Freddy's rhythm becomes erratic in enduring his own, losing nearly a week's worth of load in Lawrence Dimick. Accompanied by a loud yell too. Oh fuck that was sooner than he expected.]

[Freddy would have to be quick on the draw if that therapist piece of shit with his too long hair and scarves is going to pull something, Larry would get him like Clint in a Western.]

Please. Fuck. Freddy.

[So much pressure, so damn close but so fucking far. And the hot rush of semen along with the thrusts to his prostate the old man is shaking.]

That feels so good, baby.

Fuck's sake...oh fuck...

[Look just because Larry's quicker on the draw doesn't make Freddy any less of a good shot. There's that whole rule against gunning down civilians of course but if it happens in self defense, well, the piece of shit with too long hair and scarves would have to attempt something pretty heinous to get Freddy to take him out without a second thought. All that's far from his mind right now though. Right now, the kid's body is flopping across the old man's back, still in him and planning to stay there a moment just to make sure he's filled Larry as much as possible.]

Goddamn. [Breathe, breathe.] ...How you doin'?

[His fingers brush over Larry's bound up cock. There's a week's worth in there just ready to unload. Just thinking about how Larry might achieve his own release is gonna get Freddy hard up again in no time. Russell the jock is still swallowing dick like a pro.]

[This would be worth talking about out loud. The old man may be sure of what he wants and his likes and dislikes but he's got his own bouts of doubt. Maybe its because he knows for sure this hippie of a motherfucker is educated, crime free--two things he cannot boast. At least he ain't no spring chicken.

Freddy's weight on him, keeps him in the moment. He pants and swallows, working to try and answer.]

Wound up as hell.

[The touch to his dick has him shivering. There's something on the TV?]

[Educated and cultured are two things Freddy Newendyke is not. Well, not the same kind of education anyway. Larry on the other hand, the way the old man's taught him about filet mignon and cutlery for various stages of eating, that's cultured to this kid. No one has anything up on Freddy's cultured state when it comes to comic books though. Pity.]

Do you wanna fuck me now?

[He asks in low tones behind the old man's ear. The TV's got some athletic threeway going on with the one doing all the sitting doing it in ways Freddy here has no plans to achieve. He's just not flexible enough.]

[Anyone who likes Freddy though has good taste. Who wouldn't? He's smart, comic book cultured unlike any other. And come on, he may not be a typical handsome face he is still fucking attractive. In Larry's head, who wouldn't want to be up on that?]

Yes.

[Larry turns his head to have a taste of the kid.]

Recovered already?

[An easy grind, half a tease and to marvel at how great they fit.]

[Lips purse to steal a taste in kind. He groans between their mouths for the grinding movement which has to stop eventually so he can pull out. It's a slow aching moment complete with a hiss for the loss of tightness.]

Not yet...shit. Lemme cut you loose. Sit back and watch the TV.

[He suggests with all the smarm of...something smarmy. Meanwhile in the locker room, someone's getting wrapped all over that bench.]

[Make that two hisses. Is that how a glove feels?]

Not yet.

[He repeats it, trying to process it. Inhale, exhale.]

Careful now.

[Removing that tape. It's a nifty tactic. Larry's seen it maybe once before now that he thinks about it. But he had never done it before. Oh, the film keeps on a-rollin'.]

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