orangetoughguy | log post II

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.]

[He's always been crazy with the kid. Ever since they met, and the crazy hasn't stopped. The old man has decided that he never wants it to.]

I think that you should know, my gun is always loaded. [Just as casually, with his hand sliding up his spine.]

You never know.

[Double meanings right there. Larry sucks in a breath as Freddy pulls away.]

[Such a nice warm paw.]

That makes you dangerous.

[A couple tissues take care of clean up but Larry there can help himself as Freddy hands him the box of Kleenex. One cigarette in his mouth and a light later the kid's sinking down in his chair again. Naked. It's their apartment. Why the fuck not?]

You can go back to bed now. [Cuz that's what old men do post-coitus, or what this old man was doing pre-coitus right?]

Smart, smart man.

[Pat, pat.

Clean up time. They got it down to a science for the most part. Tissues in the waste bin takes care of a good deal of the external mess. Freddy in the buff in eyesight is something else that can't be fixed for the moment. The better to look at.]

Can I?

[He stands up, adjusting his sweatpants. Then this bear gives a big long stretch.]

[Puff puff.] I mean if you gotta.

[The kid shrugs like it's almost funny how a tough guy like Lawrence Dimick needs his tough guy sleep. Then he adds, after a moment of consideration, because he hasn't had that many opportunities in his life to express the sentiment:]

I'll be up in five. [Don't you sound sentimental, Mr. Supercool.]

[Smug, beautiful motherfucker Freddy Newendyke sitting, smoking. Larry plucks a cigarette from his lips to take a puff before replacing it.]

Sure.

[Mr. White will be on his way then. He can wait five minutes.]

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