orangetoughguy | log post II

Okay.

[The kid concedes easily even though it's not really a concession, it's a promise. Teeth on his ear just makes it a little harder for him to concentrate on being eloquent. Oh yeah that paw on his dick too, if it's still there. Er, as for what he likes...]

I don't know... [Breathe, Newendyke.] I ain't ever done somethin' like that before. Have you?

[The hand at his dick hasn't left. The movement is light still and maybe his thumb maybe rubbing the tip.]

I have.

[He can see the hesitance. It almost makes him want to stop but this could be something they need to work through this way. Freddy cannot deny what he wants. There's no judgment right here.]

...what do you like, baby?

Really? So you can call the shots?

[That makes him feel better if only because he trusts Larry to keep things under control in almost any situation. Though on the flip side if he hadn't then Freddy would feel equally content that they'd be going in blind together. Rubbing him right there gets him shivering again.]

I like you. [Maybe it's a cheesy answer but it's fucking true.] I had two girls at once, that's all.

[The kid says like it's not much of an achievement. Fff.]

Sure.

[For you, anything. Brown eyes look at him steadily. It's a risky situation anyway, except they can certainly count on one another.]

How'd it go?

[At the time. Or maybe that shouldn't be part of the question because he is where he is for a reason. Larry's fingers wrap around his cock.]

It was...alright. [Breath hitching.] I mean--it was good, in the moment, you know? But a bad idea.

[Green eyes are narrowing from the feeling. Now his own hands are up on Larry's neck with his fingers slipping into the edges of his brown peppered hair.]

She was a 'close friend' of my girlfriend's, I knew somethin' was up. College. [Freddy sounds something close to a pff.] ...Did you like what you did?

[Tender subject this.]

She sounds like a cunt. [A word that Larry uses very lightly in case if the kid hadn't figured it out.] I'm glad it was at least good in the moment.

[It's what he deserves after fucking all.]

I [he kind of breaks for a little laugh] I went in high as a kite. But...I did enjoy it. First time I got both tits and dick at once. Though I didn't know any of em. When it was over. It was over.

[Sex was sex. Not this comfortable act, knowing names, histories, getting to know what the other person likes, all of it is was very distant. Larry sighs and kisses Freddy's neck again, hand moving at a lazy but certain pace.]

[His fingers twist into Larry's hair before untwisting to pet the nape of his neck, much like one would to calm a bear down. If bears could be calmed in the wild.] She was but I ain't holding a grudge or anything.

[Stupid college kids, only made him realize how much that whole stage of education and life experience or whatever just wasn't for him. Again Freddy's petting the old man.]

You're real somethin', going out gettin' what you want like you don't give a fuck about what anyone else is gonna think of you.

[The kid leans into that touch, breath exhaling at a shuddering pace because he's acutely aware someone's paw is starting to work him again.]

[How about the old man keeps the grudge for the both of them? That's a dirty trick by any count. Not worth killing. No, sir. The combing fingers do calm him as sure as a downer.]

I've had nothin' to lose. Chances are nobody would remember me if I up and left from any big party or some shit like that. Then again, it's not a place you go to to be remembered.

[There we go. Larry keeps his hand moving, maybe a bit more now that the kid is leaning.]

B-Bullshit. [The stroking's getting to him.] I thought...you were real big on the party circuit...rollin' dice in Vegas or lighting up cubans down in Miami...

[That's the stereotype for big time crooks ain't it? Of course cops get fat on donuts but Freddy can't say he never eats donuts. He's just got some crazy metabolism in that cast iron stomach of his. His fingers are twisting back into Larry's hair like an anchor.]

Oh shit...

Now and then. Not all the time. Gotta have lows to go with the high times. I hid out in the Midwest here and there, bored but safe, building up my savings.

[Not all of his exploits make good stories. Living on the road, sleeping in cars are better in words alone.]

Want me to suck you baby?

[He says this in the space between their lips.]

Yeah, but you fish.

[Freddy remarks, a subtle tease over what Lawrence Dimick in the midwest finds boring. Like, it has to be really really boring for Larry to call it boring. Then again he finds Robotech boring doesn't he? Fff. Oh, about the sucking...he's already curling a bit against White.]

If--you wanna. [The kid breathes.] You just got back...

[But things between them are so good right now why not.]

Fishing is a sport. Sports ain't boring in this country.

[In Canada they got that sport that's not hockey, just rubbing the ice and shit. That's no fun. Right now he's got nothing that would bore him.]

I did. But see, I wanna.

[Have a kiss, kid. Just know that it's not gonna last long because the old man is gonna go down on him his mouth moving down his neck and chest. Things are good again, he wants to do his part to keep it good.]

Sure, on like a speedboat going after Jaws.

[He gives Larry a look that's one part 'I know better' and two parts 'oh fuck you feel so good' so maybe the meaning just gets lost. Not that Freddy is complaining. When Larry moves down and down his hands work to hold the other man to him, almost an embrace but topped up with urgency. He's fucking hard now.]

You're so good, baby... [He breathes over the top of Larry's head.]

Lakes don't have sharks. Rivers don't either.

[Nip of teeth, though they're not razor sharp. Freddy can give as many looks as he wants. Larry knows better. Next fishing trip they should actually get some fish. Then he'll get the idea.]

Am I?

[Lower he goes, there we go breath first, then tongue finally he hoods his cock.]

They totally do. We had this converhooo shit. [There it is, the warm breath, the lick. He twists his fingers tighter, holding onto Larry and thus holding him onto his dick.] Uh huh. You are...

[Freddy shudders. One bad thing about being height-deficient on a counter is his inability to get his feet on the floor. He can't fuck the old man's mouth like this. White's got the advantage now though are there really any losers when he's sucking him off?]

Mmmphmmmbee. [No rivers or lakes these old brown eyes have seen. And for now they're looking at gut proudly bearing scars. His lips are tightened, moving on his cock for him, knowing that he can't move much. A paw cradles his balls. No losers here. Larry loves the grip Freddy has on his head, like he'd pull away too soon or something.]

That's it...keep up like that.

[Freddy responds to the mouthing, the cupping. His jeans aren't rolled down far enough to drop off his thighs but he almost wishes they were. Something about the way this man handles him makes the kid want to give everything to him, like a signal that his body is ready. Hell it's always fucking ready for him.]

[Larry's got all the skin he needs to work with, though it does give him an idea. How far is the kid sitting on the counter? He'd like to finger him too, but that could be left up for last time. Now is good too. The old man moans around his cock, picking up the pace. Handling him like this, he wants everything, he wants to be the only person to do this. It's unrealistic, and besides, it's entrusting the person to do what they want and come on back. That is just as pleasurable.]

[He's close to the edge at the moment but he can scoot backward, forward, whichever way Larry wants. He'll do it. One might think the cleanliness of the kitchen is a priority but...they're the only ones who live here. What does it matter?]

Baby...

[Again with the fingercombing and the hairtwisting.] Fucking beautiful, watching you suck me off... [Praise for Lawrence Dimick, Freddy knows Larry loves it.]

[Talking like that, holding him like that makes Larry want to give him more so more of that praise will come. He's pulling at those pants, lower now. He's got enough of a hold on the situation to help Freddy sit bare assed on their counter top. They'll clean it. For that though he pulls away to kiss and lick at his thighs until the old man has the kid where he wants him.]

Don't worry, tough guy. I'm not gonna go away.

[Wiry hair brush against his stubble.]

Whoa. [Freddy sounds for the scooting that gets the rest of his jeans off.] What're you--[Breathe, Newendyke.]--What're you gonna do?

[His bare chest is rising and falling faster now, green eyes wide on Lawrence Dimick because that handsome face is no longer on his cock. What next? Oh that feels nice too, the thigh treatment.]

Suck on my fingers and you'll find out.

[That handsome face is coming on back to the cock. He said don't worry. Larry swallows and looks up at him, very pleased with how wound up the kid is. And of course he provides a hand with fingers that can tote guns as easily as this man's body.]

[Well, he did challenge Larry to make him do things. Green eyes are half-lidding at the suggestion but Freddy obliges without a single word of protest. He'll make it look good too because he can see those brown eyes looking up. He purses his lips around one finger first, to suck on it like it could be Larry's cock too, except Larry's cock is far thicker, thicker than all five of his fingers wrapped together. He can taste the nicotine here too, also some salami. Then his mouth takes in a second finger.]

[He swallows again. Freddy is always worth watching. By the time the kid is at the second finger Larry is hooding his cock again. It's a position he gladly takes. Maybe because the old man knows how much of a fag he is. Or maybe it's because he likes watching the kid from this point of view. How many fingers is the kid looking to take on in? He wiggles them a little between his lips and rub up against his tongue, scissoring here or there like they will in another place.]

Mmmf...

[He sounds around those thick fingers. The way Larry treats his dick is worth making noise about. If he's a fag though well then Freddy must be the ultimate faggot because fuck... Larry still appreciates women. Not that Freddy hates women, he doesn't, honestly. He likes to believe he doesn't. Ahem.]

Mm...Larry... [He mutters around the scissoring motion, aching to push his hips up, but he can't. Now Freddy's got to relinquish the old man's hair to hold onto his wrist while propping a hand on the counter.]

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