orangetoughguy | log post II

[Oh yeah. That's it. Ah well, he can shower again if he wants to. Though then that smell he's taken on right now will go away. The old man can't get enough of it. In fact he's feeling a little high, though it could be the fact that he can only breathe so much. That cock does feel harder between his lips. Damn.

Those two fingers reach his prostate. All the while, Larry is watching from the way he's shaking to the red in his face.]

[Too much. Too fucking much. Freddy can't take it he's got to put a hand on Larry's head again because if he can't thrust his cock deeper into his mouth then he can at least push that mouth farther down on his cock. Can't do much for the fingers though, he's at the old man's mercy much like his prostate is to his fingertips.]

God. Larry. Make me come, make me blow it real hard in your mouth. [It won't be a week's worth but who's gonna be disappointed? Nobody.]

[Deeper then, faster with his head. He moans softly around his cock because it feels good to suck it. Fingers keep at his prostate because he's going to do exactly what the man asks. Larry wants it, a weeks worth, a days worth, it doesn't matter. If only he had more hands to touch up on him. All he can do is tilt his head against his thigh, into his touch.]

[If he can't wrap his legs around him the least he can do is bring his thighs closer together to better feel the stubble on the old man's jaw. Oh shit the sensation and everything else, Freddy can feel himself leaking precum into that hot mouth.]

Fuck man. [He breathes, unsteady, fucking ready.] Shit.

[It's no dick in his ass but what's lacking in size he makes up for with dexterity. The pinpoint movement against him gets the kid writhing his way to a shuddering release. To think, this started with salami.]

[It's only a swap from one meat to another, one hunger for another. Larry only has one free hand and it clutches at the kid's thigh for dear life. Bruising as it may be it isn't a claw, possessive of this ready Freddy. He tastes the precum, he wants the whole shebang however bitter. It's what he's worked for and he'll live up to his word, a man's gotta take the highs with the lows.]

Larry. Shit.

[Claw for claw, the kid nearly digs his nails into the old man's scalp as he comes, like some subconscious gesture he wants Larry to take the entire mouthful and not let a single drop slip out. However bitter. Besides they're in the kitchen, he won't take offense if the tough guy's gotta spit in the sink.]

[Each breath comes out in a huff, over and over. He stays right on there waiting for the shaking to stop. The kid comes fucking beautifully from the sting of his nails to the way his thighs cradle the old man's face. That all he got left? Larry locks his lips and pulls off wearing a Cheshire grin. He'll be washing his hands, and mouth in the sink.]

[The shaking doesn't last too long, just long enough for him to fill Larry's mouth.]

Jesus...

[He stares up at the ceiling lights then down to that smug ass shit eating son of a bitch grin. Fff. Freddy pats his head.] Good boy.

[Was he going to the sink? The words make him swallow, all that bitter for the sweet, sweet words in return. Both hands on his thighs Larry slowly stands up. He will be washing his hands though.]

Fucking beautiful cowboy.

[Pant. Pant.]

[Breathe...breathe...breathe...wait what? Freddy stares at Larry.]

Did you just swallow? [That means Freddy will be shimmying off the counter to kiss him.]

[He clears his throat. Isn't it obvious? Though honest, he wasn't intending to swallow. Just that effect that Freddy has, making Larry do stupid things.]

That I d--[Oh. That's fine. More than fine. More than fine as he presses closer. All the flavors in Freddy's mouth diffuse the remains of the load. A moan slips out.]

[Make that two moans as he slips his tongue into Larry's mouth to share the taste even though it's more like an after flavor of semen, smokes, beer, salami...and Lawrence Dimick himself. Just a few of the things that make Freddy Newendyke feel at home.]

Fuckin' beautiful, outlaw.

[Tongue to tongue and he makes enough move for them to move and writhe wherever. It doesn't fucking matter. This is the best connection he's had to another human being in a long, long time. What they have between the two if them is better than any group action in the end. Could it be the one on one uninterrupted attention or the emotional intimacy? Fuck that's so soft of a sentiment. Three words say it all though. Why say even more?

He'll moan again, pushing the stiff one he's got into now bare kid...unless his jeans are hanging about his ankles.]

A good outlaw?

[His jeans are on the floor somewhere so yeah he's all naked kid. And he loves it.]

Get your ass up into the shower and I'll show you. [Another kiss.] Then we can think about what to do with the salami. [Another kiss. Oh and a clarification.]

For dinner.

Yessir.

[Like a good man, a man who knows what he wants, Larry gets his feet moving.]

Sure is quite a bit of salami, yanno.

[Which he's speaking of can be determined.]

I can make it work.

[Freddy shrugs without specifying which even though he's already proven his ability to work with either.]

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