orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.

[Through the nose. Huff, huff. His eyes move from watching Freddy's hips to his face when he speaks to watching that cock disappear into his mouth. Woah, and when they're moving together.]

Nnnn.

[He moves carefully trying to take more in. Those hands on him and those words make him feel beautiful, like gold just as he says. Larry doesn't care anymore that he's red in the face. Should he keep going? Swallowing his own saliva feels very strange right now.]

[He'd love for the kid to keep going but there's something else he wants to do, something he's been aching to do since he first saw this young son of a bitch. Should Freddy feel ashamed? Heck no, not if it's Larry right? They're fucking, they love each other, no harm no foul. Right? Fingers press into his hair again, this time urging that mouth to ease off.]

Okay okay, cool it. Cool it... [Breathe Newendyke.] Shit you're gonna make me come like that. [He shakes his head.]

Listen... [Ask him, it's only right.] Do you--can I. [He swallows because this is fucking hard and he doesn't mean having to ask, it's having to ask nicely.] Do you wanna fuck?

[Talk about Shakespearean. Good going Newendyke.]

[See though he would keep going because isn't it how it's done? Though if the man says lay off he does. Larry looks up at him and wipes any saliva off of the corner of his mouth. That's a lot more work than he thought it'd be. Regrets are not in sight yet.]

I wanna make you come, Freddy.

[Simple as that. Though he listens to him. It's a question he wasn't expecting to hear though a guy like Freddy he's real nice. That's probably why he's asking again. Larry pulls off his shirt and sets it aside on the couch.]

Yeah I want to fuck.

[The music is still rollin' too. Santana is drifting off and it's going to be replaced by the Rolling Stones.] Though... I wanna let you know that I haven't--I mean I've handled some other cock but I haven't fucked a man before.

[And thinking on this after the words are already out this could be unappealing. Big brown eyes blink and drift away with the realization. Good going. Well shit though, he's come this far. Keep going!]

I want to, believe me. I want to. Please.

[He's already seen this kid naked but seeing those muscles flexing as he pulls his shirt off to bare his chest again just makes Freddy want to bust his load already. All over him too. He's so fucking gorgeous, scarless, sometimes he wonders if Larry was made for him...or is it the other way around since the copper is the real kid in this equation?]

It's cool, cherry. [Freddy has, a lot, and all because of Larry himself.] If you don't like it you tell me okay?

[Shirt gone, everything else gone. This is best accomplished fully naked. But Officer Newendyke's gonna stay on his feet looking down at this young handsome son of a bitch aching to get fucked. He's never had the opportunity to pound Lawrence Dimick face to face, he's entertained why. This Larry, this teenager, he must be before all that. Shit he's gonna take Larry's cherry.] Scoot down a little.

[He urges to pull the brunette's rear closer to the edge of the couch.]

[As for Freddy, he's got long lean arms and a torso to match. No muscle man that looks like he's inflated flesh. Larry feels like a big brute, panting and ready to please.]

Okay. I'm not shy. [So he says. It's easy to say being naked on a stranger's couch. He looks up at that body, that cock wet with his saliva and in spite of himself smirks. Scooting as instructed he reaches out to touch Freddy and feel the sparse hair on his legs.]

[Freddy sees that smirk (and feels those fingers) and raises him a cock of his brow.]

Are you gettin' dirty on me now, huh? Is that how you want it? Cause I can be filthy too. [To emphasize this claim the dirty blonde leans in, fists to each side and practically grinding into the teenager to press their hard dicks together. His face is so damn close, sharp green eyes to those wide brown ones.] You feel that? If you wanna fuck it's gonna have to go in your ass. Tell me that's how you want it, I'll do it. I'll stick it to your ass, baby.

[Somehow he manages to get the lube without going anywhere. First his fingers get a coating, then they're reaching between those firm thighs to press against him.] Yes or no?

Fuck.

[It's a desperate yelp. The man said dirty, Larry wasn't thinking gutter. Rubbing together he feels like a worm on a hook, shaking. He can smell Freddy's breath and sweat. All he knows is that he wants more. Larry won't be a scared piece of shit anymore. Rough, tough street guys do what they want, get what they want. That's how he wants to be. No more fear or cowering. He'll see for himself then decide if its right or wrong, based on this moment it's so damn right.

A paw rubs up from his stomach to Freddy's neck as he cranes his neck to try and get a kiss.]

I want it. Shit. Please. I want it. Fuck me.

[How can he be saying this? Aw fuck the pressure of fingers breaks his attempt at mirroring this cool calm fella Freddy. Brown eyes shut focusing on exactly how those slick digits make his whole body feel hot.]

Yes.

[Such a nice paw too, not quite as big or calloused as the ones he knows best but still just the same. Smooth bear paws. Will there be smooth bear claws to mark the kid too? That would be nice, something raw and visceral compared to the desperate raking of girls' fingernails. Freddy slips down to the first knuckles. Yeah, he's starting with two, but slowly.]

You're gonna have to relax then, Larry. Get real nice and easy. [To help facilitate this process he cranes to start sucking on the teenager's throat.]

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