orangetoughguy | log post II

[Both hands together they can hold his hair away from his face. Hey, it is pretty fucking long. Experimentally, Larry fixes it all together and he can hold in something of a ponytail.]

Except, as far as I know, you don't whip it out for Queen. Or do you?

[Oh, he catches on. Van Halen is a one night stand or a wild party. A man doesn't go to them all the time. Hair is pulled gently so that they can make eye contact.]

[A ponytail? Maybe only in the back, and more like a sprout. No really because the kid hasn't had long(er) hair in years, years he actually doesn't care to see returning. At least when it comes to his appearance. Freddy can do with less lines around his mouth though, maybe.]

I do. [Breathe.] Sometimes.

[The way Larry handles his hair just makes him want to tell the truth. Kinda. Those green eyes are staring back.] Like when I want to ride my bicycle.

[Only if the old man gets it.]

[He doesn't know all of the lyrics. Not by a long shot however he knows that tune.]

You want to ride it where you like?

[That much he knows. He's still fussing with that head of hair on Freddy's head. The back is the longest, but its easier to grab a hold of firmly in the front.]

Ready Freddy's got a healthy drive.

Is that like a pet name for me now?

[He asks curiously because he is curious if Larry likes the sound of Ready Freddy, and Freddy who's always ready for him. He does have a healthy drive, he won't be disputing that. As for the hair grabbing...it really makes he kid want to do only one thing, and those green eyes are hovering steadily between brown ones, the tough guy's chest, and the tough guy's pants.]

Only if you want it.

[The nickname and the one thing. Larry licks his hips.]

What other crazy things are you gonna tell me now, tough guy? Tough and Ready Freddy?

[Because the old man hauled himself up and came running. There should be more in it for him...well, the dessert after the meal or whatever. This green eyed monster here sure drives him wild.]

Uh... [Oh, he's got that look on his face.] Well.

[Flappy hands are reaching over, reaching and reaching, to take the gun out from Larry's waistband. He sets it carefully on the table then gestures for the old man to sit down again.]

Get comfortable.

[Enjoy it, Freddy Newendyke. Very few people ever, ever touch Lawrence Dimick's guns. Paws let all of that hair slip away from his fingertips.]

Well, alright.

[The old man sits again.]

[It's a privilege, he knows that very well, even treats it like a ritual. Now that Larry's sitting though his mind isn't on ritual or romance. Without a second to waste the kid falls out of his chair and right onto his knees. Flappy hands work to pull those sweats down just enough to get Larry's dick out.]

I'll show you what rock and roll clowns can do. [And not just cocaine or whatever.]

[There's nothing kid-like or childish about how he is going at Larry. Idly he thinks about those heart wrenching guitar solos where the man gets down on his knees and plays the shit out of his piece.]

Oh fuck.

[Is there any surprise that cock is well on its way to getting fully hard. It's got nothing to do with girls, girls, girls.]

[Playing the shit out of his piece like Freddy is with Larry's dick right? Cause that's the intention. He's got both hands on the old man now, cupping it so his tongue can do some work first. He's not gonna hood his mouth over him just yet.]

You like that, baby? Anyone ever do this for you at a show? You can tell me.

[That fucking mouth of his, oh shit. It's got him shivering and shaking. No wonder or surprise at all that his hands go into Freddy's hair.]

Shit, I love it. [Hard and getting harder.] I--mmm I went to a John Fogerty concert. I ran into a man and spilled his beer. I bought him another and another.

[His words are rough and rasped. The whole time his eyes are on the kid.]

[John. Fogerty. Of course Larry's a CCR kind of man, no joke. Freddy finds it kind of charming. Oh shit that hand in his hair, he loves it. More licking though, no sucking just yet.]

Oh yeah? [A kiss to the tip.] And? [More licking.] What kinda man was he?

[Here the kid was expecting his story to star a woman, not that that would be wrong. He kind of likes the fact that for all his appreciation of the fairer sex he still beds a motherfucker like Freddy Newendyke.]

[Whole lotta shakin' going on for every time his tongue swipes over the tip of his cock. The swipes to the sides are just as enjoyable.]

Tall drink of water. [Gulp.] He was wearin' some college football shirt. Kinda had a meathead air about 'im but... he was pretty buzzed or something an' he kept calling me Lou. All I knew is that he wanted a piece of me.

[Fingers clutch at the kid's hair. He's not gonna move his hips or nothing, not yet. Oh damn though it's tempting.]

Meathead huh? [That 'huh' acts as a warm blow to the tip.] Was he buzzed enough to give "Lou" some head?

[Another wrap of his tongue before Freddy purses his lips over his cockhead again. The kid's gotten pretty fucking good at oral. No hooding though. The story has to get good first.]

Oh yeah. [To his question and to the heat of his breath rolling over that sensitive skin. His blood feels like it's jumping.] I didn't take him seriously so I...was gonna walk away to the vendors. He followed me. I'm not strong enough to say no.

[Or at least he knows what he wants and isn't afraid of it. Finally having just some of that mouth wrapped around him is something of a victory.]

Baby. Oh fuck. You're killin' me.

[Wet lips only go as far as an inch before they pull right back off.]

Was he any good?

[The answer to this question may or may not affect the rest of the performance. Green eyes are looking up for an answer, hair still caught in his paw, mouth so damn close to his dick.]

[His grip is harder, more desperate. There's even a pull action though he's not out to cause pain.]

A newbie. Freddy, come on.

[Swallow. Breath. It's hard to keep any kind of cool.

He kept at it until I came.

So you were the first dick he smoked? Or just one of the first few?

[Casual conversation, really. Oh alright, the pull to his hair is urgent enough. He reaches farther back to cup those balls while holding Larry at the base.]

I guess he didn't do this then.

[And down that shit talking mouth goes, down down down until he's got as much of the old man's cock that will fit in his fucking mouth.]

No [The way he says it though it may as well be yes that's for how the kid is treating his balls] no he didn't.

[Larry's not holding onto his hair as tightly but gripping to hold the fuck on. He's panting hard. Fuck his mouth or wait? Fuck his mouth or wait? If the option is wait, which it may be, it only makes him question his resolve.]

You're-you're the major league, super star.

Edited 2011-03-28 03:28 (UTC)

Mmhuh?

[Tell me more. He'd actually say that if his mouth wasn't so occupied. Being this far down on Larry's cock he can't tighten his mouth around the man just yet, kid might choke you see. This gives way to a little bit of saliva dripping out and down to his balls, making somewhat of a mess in Larry's lap. The old man doesn't mind does he?]

[Is that more he's saying?]

Uh. He was licking, slurping... kinda like a dog on a lollipop. [It ends in a hiss feeling that warm, wet saliva. And no, he don't mind. The man has him so deep.] I told him just to fucking suck it. Best clue I could give.

[Huff, huff. Swallow.]

I'm so ready Freddy. So fucking ready.

[Those words, told him just to fucking suck it, get the kid real hard under his jeans too. Paws in his hair. Shit, he pulls his lips back upward to concentrate on the tip of his cock, around the smooth wet head. A kiss there and lick down the center.]

Ready for what? Where do you wanna blow it, baby?

[How can he not fucking moan like a whore with the way that tongue works him over.]

For you. Your ass. Come on baby. Get on up here and sit on it.

[And yes, he'll pull on his hair to help him stand.]

[Whoa whoa. Who knew his hair was strong enough for that. He fucking loves it. Scrambled up to his feet now the kid starts pulling his own clothes off.]

Are you sure? Did the guy do that for you too?

[Freddy licks his lips, eagerly pulling his pants off too until he's naked with an extremely prominent erection. Fuck if only he really did have those assless chaps. Easy access wear.]

[More hands on that wiry body to get those clothes off. Freddy doesn't need risqué leather anything to get this old heart thumping.]

No. [Larry leans to lick at that exposed torso.] He straightened up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. I kissed him then two drunk rednecks came around with the same kind of plan. They started squawking. I didn't want to fuck him. Especially the way I fuck you.

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