orangetoughguy | log post II

[Good then Larry can think Freddy came up with it all on his own. Stepping into an empty elevator he doesn't actually respond until the doors are shut.]

That sounds fair.

[Green eyes are looking right back. Up and down. Jesus Newendyke are you some kind of creep? But it's Larry for fuck's sake, a young still handsome still just as sharp Lawrence Dimick. He's beautiful even without his wildcat tattoo. Freddy steps forward, close enough to breathe on the other kid.]

You can always say no... [He gives a slight nod that serves as a gesture and a way for him to brush his lips against Larry. He's so fucking beautiful.]

[He can't help it, his hand skims across Freddy's waist before coming to his side until the doors shut. Larry can't stay far. There's a magnetism between them now or since all those reservations are out of his head there's no room for any brains.

Doors whisk shut. That breath makes him start to get hard.

Oh fuck. The brush of his mouth it's sweet and from the first touch very masculine.]

Why [his voice feels like it's going to crack] would I do that?

[Both paws rest on Freddy's chest and returns a kiss with more pressure. He means it.]

[Upon the second kiss he detects a slight difference in flavor. It's the same brand of Lawrence Dimick he's come to know and love but not quite as aged. There's something cooler to this, something still exploratory. The aged flavor is better in his opinion, only because the aged flavor is the one that sticks, the one that shelter's him, but this is beautiful too. This needs caring.]

I don't know. But I want you to know you can.

[Freddy means it, he really does, except maybe the weight of his sincerity is lost in a third kiss the comes with both arms attempting to push Larry into the elevator wall. Oh is that a ding? It's like a chime letting the kid know he's about to reserve himself a place in hell. If just for a day.]

[It's not the same as kissing a woman, it's thicker, harder. Freddy tastes like cigarettes, tacos and experience. He knows what he's doing.]

What else do you want? I know what I [into another kiss he goes. Larry's paws pull at Freddy's shirt. He feels himself going back into the elevator wall before that ding. Oh. Heh. Panting he has to process the sound and then will his legs to move. Won't be far if memory serves him right.]

[Self-explanatory answer, that, though Freddy would have loved to say you. Those hands are on their way to becoming the rougher toughened paws he knows so well and it gets the older kid so fucking hard. Breathe, Newendyke, get out of the elevator first. Ahem, clearing his throat he manages to part from the teenager to get his keys out and pull him towards the apartment door. By the wrist, mind. Nothing hard or forceful, just urgent.]

I want you inside.

[He does manage to whisper this part. Jingle jingle, ugh work faster, oh here we go. Click click and the door's open. He holds it for Larry.] Get in.

[Larry licks his lips, savoring the taste. There'll be more. He wants more. Looking at the profile of Freddy's face he doesn't look that much older. Maybe less than ten.]

Y'don't need to say so.

[He grabs Freddy by the shirt and takes careful steps backward. More of those lips. This is happening, this is real. How can he be so forward? Is he terrible? Larry hopes his enthusiasm makes up for it. He's hard and tells himself he's ready for anything.]

[Freddy has to glance aside to make sure the door follows them to shut and lock. There. Privacy. Privacy in their own home and yet it feels almost vicious the way he's moving with this kid. This bright brown eyed teenager he knows and still has to consider a stranger. Is he other things?]

On the couch. [More lips. Tongue.] Sit on the couch.

[You're really doing this, Newendyke. There's no backing out now because if you do you'll just confuse the guy even more. There's nothing wrong about this. You know Lawrence Dimick and hell that man saw it fine to take your teenage ass under an underpass. It's nothing doing, just a one day fantasy.]

[Pa-thump and the door closes. It echoes almost ominously. Freddy's a stranger. What does he know about Larry? Well, only what he's told him after all. That hasn't made him any less appealing. Paws are going down Freddy's back.]

Mmmmmphmmm.

[The tongue knocks him for a loop. His cock feels so hard even the loose fitting jeans are uncomfortable. Sitting, right he can do that. The couch creaks under him. It's only natural that he looks right on up at the man.]

I want you.

[In case he needs to hear it. Really, the bear of a kid wants to say it.]

[Maybe the illusion that Freddy doesn't know Larry helps keep the kid comfortable. If it turns out bad then nothing valuable is lost, right? That's what this kid would want at his age, an experience with the option to learn more or have no strings attached. If only he let himself open up to this when he was younger, like Larry did. Larry with all his confidence and power, Freddy doesn't think he could ever be like that but seeing Larry now, well he can try.]

I sure as fucking hell want you, baby.

[Freddy says this while looking down at Larry, then he kneels on the seat to kiss him again, to taste his mouth, while his fingers work to open those loose fitting jeans up.]

[For all the reminders on Freddy's end it's a fantasy, Larry has to keep on blinking to remember it's reality. He is feeling the texture of the sandy colored, longer hair not only on Freddy's head but whatever is at is belly. Sorry, his hands go standard to one up top one on the bottom. Farther up he feels muscle flat and firm. No tits whatsoever.

He can't help but suck in a deep breath as he feels those jeans come undone.]

Oh goddamn.

[This is fucking happening.]

We're just. [Kiss.] Getting. [Kiss.] Started.

[Freddy recognizes the way his hands settle and that's okay because he's taking control of the situation. Larry can put his hands wherever he wants just as Freddy plans to put other parts wherever he wants. Well, as long as Larry's okay with it of course. Honestly, something tells him the brunette won't have any trouble complying with the arrangement he has in mind.]

Does anyone do this for you? [He drags those jeans off the teen's hips.] Tell me what you like.

[Those paws are gonna have to come off as Freddy slips off the couch and down to his knees on the floor. He wets his lips.]

[Belt off the jeans may as well be off. His skivvies are low at the hips too. No way to hide how Freddy's kiss and touch however on the PG-13 side they've gone.]

S-sometimes. [Words get muddy in his mouth. With Freddy on his knees he knows what's gonna come.] I like getting sucked, kissing, touching...fucking too. [His fingers are gripping at Freddy's shoulders, balling up the material some before feeling his back, pulling at it.]

[PG-13? That's going out the window right now. His fingers curl around the kid's dick and for once that's an utterly true statement. This young man is by all legal accounts, well, not legal at all. And he's a cop. Freddy doesn't care, there are few limits when it comes to Lawrence Dimick. He doesn't think Larry will be upset later either (he hopes).]

Cool cause first I'm gonna suck you. Then I'll fuck you.

[Do you feel like a big man now, Newendyke? The big man on campus? The guy you wished fucked your brains out when you were a boy instead of kicking you around under the bleachers?]

You like noise? [He's got the stereo remote nearby too in case sound might calm the kid's nerves. Oh he can tell by the way Larry's holding onto him. Meanwhile he gives that prick a testing lick.] Yes or no?

[That's a firm, certain grip. The few reservations that Larry has had with this interlude didn't have to do with crime. At this point in the bear's life he figures that anything he does is under the law's attention. Fucking's free. Everyone does it. Even men and...other men. And he's as anxious as he is nervous. No refusal on his lips. Just an open mouthed gasp at the way his dick feels with this attention. Dimick, you're in the big time now.]

I want it, man.

[Put your money where your mouth is, kiddo. Larry spreads his knees a little.]

Yeah. I like music.

[Beep. On goes the stereo, always set to the kid's mixes as a default (1) but he's considerate too, another beep and it's on the second pre-programmed mix. Possibly this is Larry's and thus some music the teenager will find familiar. Some.]

There.

[He tosses the remote to put another hand on the brunette, this time to cup his balls as he takes Larry's dick into his mouth. Nearly all the fucking way and no soft plush lips like any girl either. Funny how most of what he's practicing now he learned from this slick son of a bitch himself. Full fucking circle, they say.]

[Drums are going. Hey, he knows this one. Elvis is talking about being a devil with no cares, going to set his soul on fire. There are two more coming with you brother. Viva Las Vegas.]

I didn't know you-ooo[Larry's head falls back] liked Elvissss. [Cool it, don't get too wound up. They just started.] Never felt like this. [His hips twitch. How the fuck did he fit all that in? Larry will be asking himself this more than once this evening.]

Oh my God. [He's got to take a hold of Freddy's head.]

Mmmphhm.

[Sorry the blonde guy can't talk right now, he's too busy trying to see how far he can get his mouth down on his cock. And just as Larry himself isn't quite full grown well, this part of him isn't either. It's nothing to laugh about though, he's still bigger than Freddy ever was at this age. Damn. Okay time to draw his head up, he sucks around that part too before speaking.]

Elvis is a pretty cool guy. [That's all Freddy has to say before his mouth goes back down and this time his hands get to work, stroking and kneading his balls.]

I love [how far his cock can go into this blonde guy's mouth, how it feels. Was he saying something? Oh yeah.] I love the King. [The sucking gets him inarticulate, moaning out of time with the music.]

You're fuckin' cool. [That and so much more. Do they make better compliments than cool? When he's less pressed for speaking or sensation he'll try and find the words. Larry's thick fingers tighten gripping Freddy's hair a little tighter. No long ponytail here.] Man, oh man.

[That still growing cock is starting to leak precum.]

[Oh yeah you're real fucking super cool, Newendyke, a real hero, maybe even a superhero. How would this Lawrence Dimick take to comic books? Ones that aren't westerns of course. He'll have to gauge the kid's flavor for that later, though, speaking of flavors...]

Mmhmm. [He sounds, mouth parting because he can taste precum. That's signal for him to stop the party, but not for long. Another lick from base to tip as he's removing his hands from Larry's dick to stand.] You're hard and wet.

[Hehe, Freddy's always wanted to say that.] Don't move. [Time to get the lube. Is Larry ready for that? Retrieval is quick and when he's standing in front of the teenager again it's to undo his own jeans.] You wanna suck mine first? Get it ready for you?

[Of course, he can always say no. Does Freddy need to remind him of that?]

You got me feeling that way like it's nothin'.

[As far as effort goes. Besides that, Larry hopes that it's not just nothing. Not all of this. Sweat glosses his forehead as he looks up at Freddy. Another song starts playing, it starts with a guitar riff that's, then percussion. No words. Freddy will know this one very well. He is there and back again before he knows it. And no, he doesn't exactly know the mechanics of what are ahead.]

Lemme suck it. Please.

[Paws go to his jeans to help take them off, to give it a try. He saw it once already.]

Okay.

[Oh shit is it what he thinks it is? His hips move to help him get those jeans off as well as in time to the music. He wants to ask Larry if he knows this one but no, he wouldn't. Fingers move up to run through thick dark mahogany brown hair. Fuck his hair is so full and glossy at this age.]

I like this song. You're gonna make it even better, baby.

[The word slips out so easily and Freddy doesn't even think about taking it back. It's not just nothing but he can't say how or why. Who needs those answers though, Larry doesn't seem to be looking for'em.]

[He licks his lips all the way around because he knows it feels good to be good and wet as he peels down Freddy's underwear. The fingers in his hair, the grip feels good and certain.]

Sounds good.

[First experimental lick at what he's seen what he's let himself think about. Tastes like skin and he lifts his eyes to look at Freddy as he moves from the tip to the top. Once and again. Baby he says and it makes his cheeks go red. Be a man, Dimick. And that cock goes between his lips.]

Shit that's it. [Oh God that mouth, fucking teenage mouth, is on his dick just like he wanted. Shit. Freddy tilts his head back and can't fight off the deep satisfied sigh he makes.] Shit yes...you do what you want, baby. Don't get shy.

[Freddy won't laugh at him or criticize him or tell him he sucks dick like a pussy newbie. Freddy won't make him think he's doing so fucking good then kick him in the dirt and spit on him for being a dirty fag. He won't do anything like that, doesn't Larry know? He could never.]

Mmmmm. [Deeper now to get a feel, how much can he fit? Larry goes for more and lets it slide because...that felt good. The verbal encouragement lets him try other angles, both of his hands go to Freddy's hips then slide down his thighs. He pulls away to breath because it's harder than it looks.]

Good?

[Tongue licks at the tip again then he's right back again, the part of Freddy's dick he can't fit--and he find it's like pushing a popsicle stick too far, he'll wrap his hand around.]

Uh huh, real good. [He speaks distractedly which ought to convince Larry he means it. Fuck his hands are stroking through his hair, almost like he's petting the kid for a job well done. Watching Larry go down on him is riveting. Freddy could come right here right now to the sound of black magic, where it all began.] You're doing it so right, you're beautiful.

[Freddy's palm rests on the side of Larry's face, light leverage for him to slowly and carefully fuck the boy's mouth. He's got to put a foot up on the edge of the couch seat for balance.]

So fuckin' beautiful. [Breathe.] You don't have to...you don't have to take crap from anybody--here. [Swallow.] I'll treat you like fuckin' gold.

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