orangetoughguy | log post II

Oh.

[Does Freddy look a little disappointed? Maybe. But that's okay no bleached bitch can bring his boner down. Getting the lube is a quick stop then back again to stand over Larry's lap. He hands the little tube over.]

I wanna see you coat this shit on yourself. [There seems to be a jacking theme tonight.]

One of these times...we'll go to a concert. Want me to fuck you there? Huh?

[Will that lift his spirits? Well, as much as they can be on his way to be fucked. Lube in hand Larry looks into this young man's face and for the billionth, maybe more he thinks of how lucky he is.]

I jacked off to Mick Jagger. [He says this, coating his cock as per the kid's request.] He didn't wear any assless chaps.

That'd be nice, take me out to dinner and a show, fuck me in the bathroom or wherever. Hell if you pick the right show nobody's gonna notice. Tom Petty would be nice though, I ain't seen him live.

[He shakes his head, feeling pretty fucking lucky anyway with or without that heartbreaker. Freddy places his hands on Larry's shoulder.] Mick Jagger sang about brown sugar, you two got a lot in common.

We could get a room near the venue so we don't got to go so far. I'll wanna drink. [Rubbing up and down his cock Larry leans to drag his smile over Freddy's shoulder.] I'd see Tom Petty with you.

[For some reason sweating out these seconds before fucking aren't as bad when the kid isn't wrapped around his dick. That waiting is the hardest part. Properly prepared he puts a hand on his main man's hips.]

How come you taste so good?

[That's actually a question as he's easing the kid on down. Larry positions his cock.]

I dunno I kinda like how dirty it sounds, getting fucked in a commode or down on the floor.

[The shiny sheriff has a thing for a little tarnish on the badge, maybe. The drag of a smile right there doesn't help, Larry makes him feel criminal for all the right and wrong reasons. That quip about taste...well, Freddy set himself up for that one.]

So you're gonna do me like that?

[Down down down. Shit, feeling the old man pushing against him takes the words right out of his mouth. Freddy bends his knees, gently easing onto Larry's lap.]

You like being fucked in a commode? Huh? I remember that.

[Down and dirty or all dressed up, Freddy is perfect either way.]

Because you're under my thumb.

[He exhales in a huff watching his cock disappear into his body.]

[Seeing as how Larry is still partially clothed, the kid holds onto the old man's shirt too, fingers twisting into the fabric at his shoulders. It's gotten easier since the first time Lawrence Dimick took his ass cherry, but it's never just a simple slip. Down, down, down, completely. He's tight around the other man now, fully seated.]

Uh huh... [Freddy shudders. So much for an eloquent response.]

[His shirts have become more fitted ever since he figured out that the kid liked it. Though tonight he's got an older, more worn shirt. Plenty to ball up and hold onto.

Patience, he has patience. Freddy is worth the wait. Besides, pretty damn good that it isn't a simple slip for the both of them.

The tables have turned. Larry's high strung but not speechless. Rough fingers wrap around the kid's cock.]

Tell me what you thought about your Diamond Dave. What did you want him to do to you?

[Oh fuck that paw on his dick gets the kid's breathing erratic. Fucking tables.]

I--I wanted him to--Christ, Larry. [He's not quite riding Mr. White's cock yet but it's clear he wants to.] Knowin' what I do now? I'd get on my knees, let him push his dick into my mouth. [Huff huff.] Get it real nice and wet. Hell I'd do body shots of it.

[He's rocking in that lap now.] Then, after I've sucked it all down, he'd--he'd pull be up by my hair, shove me over his bright ass dresser, the kind with all those big lights. Pull my jeans off just enough, rip my briefs, and then he'd fuck the fucking shit out of me. Right in that fucking mirror.

[Like the sound of that, old man? Green eyes are looking down, maybe for approval, maybe for challenge.]

[Not too much stroking, an idle slide not reaching the tip or the base.]

I think he'd like it. You got a very [he'll thrust up for that emphasis] talented mouth, you know that right?

[The rocking gets him moving after a few beats, if only to get him sweating more.]

How could he not? I mean, he's gay ain't he? Who'd say no to you?

[Not this old bear.]

Like this?

[More force.]

[Freddy shudders for the idle slide while giving a nod to the compliment regarding his mouth.] And a nice ass.

[Immediately the words but I'm not gay come to mind...except how can Freddy even think that when he's riding another man's dick? Fucking crazy world ain't it. Shit his harder faster rhythm has sweat beading on the kid's forehead.]

Uh--uh huh. Would you wanna watch?

[Larry can openly assault Freddy's mouth while they're fucking face to face. It's one more way to get the best of that praiseworthy mouth. Fast, smart talking, smoke ring making...the list goes on and on.]

I think you got a beautiful ass.

[That he fucks every chance he can get. So far no complaints as far as the fucking goes.]

Oh yeah. Sure would. Bet you'd look good with under all those lights.

Mmf.

[That's a pleasant sound in case Larry can't tell. He parts his lips to have at the inside of his mouth too, everything warm and hot like he might be under those fancy rockstar dresser lights. Except instead of Diamond Dave fucking his brains out it's Mr. White. Freddy prefers the latter, exclusively these days.]

You jus--[Kiss.] Wanna watch, cause you know--[A hard grind.] In the end you got dibs on me, you get to--[Gulp.] Finish me off, then take me home.

[The unspoken side of that equation is how Freddy seems to be the only man allowed to plow Lawrence Dimick's prison-hardened ass. That's something no one else will ever get to know, their sweet secret.]

[With a man like Mr. Orange riding you, anyone would feel like rock royalty. All the stops are being pulled out. The old man works Freddy's cock faster in his hand.]

Uh huh. And learn how to fuck you like a frontman.

[It's true, in the City or in LA and over the country very few men can ever boast fucking Lawrence Dimick. It's a matter of trust. And in this whole wide City, he doesn't want any other fuck.]

I don't think you need any lessons, cowboy. [He utters against Larry while increasing the pace of riding his cock. Shit is that precum already coming out? And to think it was Larry who got the headstart.] Shit.

[Freddy grunts, hair in need of a trim coming forward to fall over his eyes. He rests his shoulders against him, face falling into the crook of his neck. A good position.] Fuck me.

[Now they're on the same level. Larry slicks Freddy's precum over and over at the tip. His own is being rubbed up against the other man's prostate with each hit.]

You dunno that for sure yet. [They've managed to carry a conversation this long. Woah.] He might have some tricks I dunno.

[That request takes his breath away. It's all the kid needs to say without the word please. Hard slams now. The way Freddy's ass strikes up against him it stinks for a few moments, not enough to stop. Especially when he is feeling so fucking close. Harder.]

The tricks--I like best. [Oh damn. Every fucking hit makes his legs and thighs shake.] Are yours. Fuck. Oh fuck.

[Shaking and shuddering, breathing erratic, the least Freddy can do is pull Larry's shirt up so when he does come it'll be all over that well muscled-if still carrying a minor bicycle tire-torso.]

I'm gonna come so fuckin' soon man. Shit. [God that's deep. He leans forward to kiss Larry again and probe that mouth with his tongue.]

[They've had other partners between them in the City but in all honesty, none of them have been this good in Larry's eyes. Hearing the other end say it, it's a pure injection of euphoria that makes his engine roar. He's gotta race to the finish.]

Come, Ready Freddy. Gimme it all.

[The pace his fist is fucking the kid's cock is about as erratic and frantic as their movements together. In the back of Larry's mind he doubts that Diamond Dave would be able to appreciate this up and coming Mr. Orange the way he deserves. No use saying it out loud though. Rock and roll fantasies are just that. The old man pants heavily into the kid's mouth, welcoming him in as deep. Grinding, hard because he wants to get wrecked as badly.]

[With their mouths together Freddy can't really cry out any words but he can make noise in Larry's mouth, all kinds of moaning and groaning and grunting as hot semen starts covering the old man's stomach. It deserves some fucking grinding, motion that both lets him fuck Larry's paw while getting that dick to milk out the rest.

Fuck he's burning for this old man. Who gives a shit what Diamond Dave thinks, he's only good for his body anyway. And that was back in the 70s, the 80s, what does the man look like now? Not better than Lawrence Dimick that's for sure. Shit the two are almost the same age.]

[Who's mouth are they in anyway? Larry's feeling lost in his own skin without a care. He's in Freddy, Freddy's mouth maybe in his...either way it's feeling like one rocking, rolling being. The hot load is going over his stomach and hands. The kid likes the tricks these hands and this body does. He's held so tightly all he does is mindlessly grind out his end.]

Mmmmmm.

[His own sounds are lost in this man. More grinding, and a few beats right behind the kid's orgasm the old man follows.]

[Seeing as how he's already naked what harm is there in pressing right up against Larry now? Making a mess between them as he makes a mess inside him. One rocking rolling being on this fucking chair in their fucking home. Fucking lucky you are, Newendyke. Panting in his mouth turns to slower steady but still pleased sounds. He likes the heat pooling between his thighs, the effect his body has on Larry's. Diamond Dave, that kid under the bleachers, nobody can give him what he gets out of Lawrence Dimick.]

That's it, baby. Fill me up with everything you got...

[Freddy whispers along his jaw, young again and not some wasted near thirty-something who waited this long to really understand who he is and what he really wants.]

[Chest to chest and mess to mess. Is there a heartbreak beat? Not to the old man. This is better than any blowjob by a stranger with a classic musician booming in the speakers. He'll happily be wrecked and a true mess anytime. Fucking lucky is spot on. Larry likes feeling his semen sitting warm inside of Freddy along with him while he's grinding with the shaking.]

Uh huh. All for you, baby.

[Stubble to stubble too? It's so fucking sweet. A paw clutches his ass tightly. The other strokes because he likes the feel of Freddy Newendyke's dick in his hand even after he's finished off.]

God. [Huff puff. Huff puff.]

Fuckin' crazy...

[Who is? Larry? Freddy? Both of them? Or just the feeling of being freshly fucked? Either way he's brushing stubble to stubble too, green eyes half lidded and adoring the shit out of Lawrence Dimick.]

[Oh yeah? They're dead even that way. Grip lets up on is ass and that arm goes around him, holding him close.]

Sure is.

[Larry takes it to be everything. The way rock and rollers can do whatever the fuck they want and be whoever they want, the way Lawrence Dimick feels about Freddy Newendyke and how he feels freshly fucked at his end.]

Shit.

[And he'll kiss that stubbled cheek out of fucking adoration.]

Can't say I saw this coming when you were yelling across the place.

[Close is nice, warmer, stubblier, stickier. Shit he's still on his dick too and that's a-okay with Freddy Newendyke. When did he get so crazy on Lawrence Dimick?]

You still came down with your gun fully loaded. [Freddy remarks ever so casually, giving Larry a one-shouldered shrug and a slight smirk.] And you're sure not shootin' fuckin' blanks.

[Okay okay, he's gotta ease off the guy sometime.]

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