orangetoughguy | log post II

Uh huh. [His brow furrows. Cock sure is thicker than two fingers. Both legs tighten on either side of his hips. This Larry Dimick is more limber and flexible, he doesn't have any back problems and his first time taking it up the ass isn't by force.]

S'really big, Freddy. [That there is a compliment. The way he's panting it could be a laugh, one of those given for a relief of tension. Calm down, he can calm down. Bit by bit, his body is taking in Freddy's cock. He's not even sure how, it's amazing to him too.]

[Freddy wouldn't feel as enthusiastic about this if he knew how the Larry of his usual days first experienced taking it up the ass. You got so fucking lucky with this tough guy, Newendyke, now look at you taking advantage of his teenage naivete. All of that's behind him though because at this point there's no way for his mind or body to make him stop. It doesn't look like Larry wants to stop either. You're in deep, Newendyke. Almost literally.]

You're really tight, Larry.

[Grunt and fucking sigh, he called him big. What an ego booster, even if it's all talk and blind praise. Slower, deeper, carefully, until it feels like he's goddamn wrapped up and suffocating on Lawrence Dimick.] Shit...you okay?

[Freddy's already sweating and panting.]

[Wow. There were nights he spent thinking about men he had seen in movies or on the street only touching them as much as his imagination would allow. Jerking off in the locker room with his peers was about as good as he expected it to get. Was.]

I don't even know how you got so far in me. Oh my God.

[A bit more and that's it. Freddy is completely sheathed in Larry's seventeen year old cherry ass. He moves to kiss and pant at the man's neck, paws sticky with sweat still holding on.]

Yeah. I'm okay. [Swallow, pant pant.] Feel so full. [He speaks in a rough whisper.] You-you gotta fuck me, man. [If they stop now, Larry's certain he'd die.]

Cause I'm a professional. [He offers as an answer for how he got so far up this kid's ass. Freddy has to wet his lips and swallow, restraint going a long way because the last thing he wants is to make Larry feel uncomfortable.] Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you.

[See these flappy hands? They're going under the teen's ass just to position him better, more on the edge but not off it, just the right fucking angle. Then his hands are roaming up Larry's chest, over muscles he knows are only going to get bigger, tougher.]

You're such a fucking tough guy. [Finally Freddy starts, rhythm steady but nothing gentle about the way he thrusts. Short strokes first. His arms hook under the other man's, anchoring their bodies together. Fucking face to face.]

Feels like it. [Not that he's had a professional before. This assessment is going by how steady and sure he is. How he already knows what kind of moves to make.] You really know what's up.

[Moving even a little with those flappy hands makes Larry gasp. He huffs out a few breaths, easy. He can take this. Hot damn. A turn of the head and he's kissing at Freddy's arms.]

Fucking--fuck. [Larry chooses to grip at Freddy's torso, already clawing lightly as he moves. Each thrust he feels more bold, more tough and dirty. And importantly less ashamed of the sounds that are slowly filtering out.]

I've--[Huff.]--had...good practice.

[Again ironic that he's still Larry this, Larry of all people, because it was Larry who familiarized him with ass fucking and damn is he good at it. Full fucking circle man. Oh Christ those hands on him, that mouth on him, could it get any better? Yes it can, he pivots to take deeper thrusts, harder strokes, only because it seems the younger man's body is willing to accept his. Aw hell Freddy's already fucking leaking, he can tell. Shit he should've told Larry about using condoms, what kind of protector are you, Newendyke? Well, all things considered, it's no harm no foul...right? Okay okay pause. He grinds in deep and halts his thrusting to move the kid farther along too. Freddy's palm wraps around his cock to jerk him.]

How's this huh?

[Based on how good it feels, Freddy could have fucked a hundred men. Larry could be the hundred and first.]

Goddamn. [His eyes slide shut. The wrinkles on his forehead as he is swept into the feeling of those harder thrusts are the only wrinkles on his face. Even though he's under Freddy who's wrecking him like a storm Larry's trying to move with him now.]

Great! Freddy just.... fuck don't stop. [There's a full blown whine right there as he grinds deep. Brown eyes open and look up at him as he's begging with an open mouth even as the kid is stroking his cock. A few strokes and precum is rolling down the side. Paws grip at Freddy's hips. Claws are in use. ]

Fuck me.

[All that pawing and clawing is getting to him, making him want to just give in and make them both come right here all over the couch, which is the plan...just damn, Larry makes it real hard not to give in. He thought he could make the kid beg some more but hell this suffices.]

You fantastic--[Stroking still.]--dirty little motherfucker.

[That's said with all sorts of affection, of course. Just look at the way he's on top while still kind of cradling Lawrence Dimick. Shit. Okay enough of that though, the boy wants to get fucked some more. He'll oblige.] Jerk yourself off.

[The way they are he'll probably blow his load all over Freddy's stomach. That's ideal too. Hands back on Larry's sides he uses this as leverage to start thrusting again, this time harder and faster like the teenager wasn't cherry at all. Freddy Newendyke hopes after this Larry really will feel like he's just been wrecked by a dozen men. Make Freddy a real multiple man.]

Freddy. [He's beautiful, fucking everything that Larry's ever wanted or dared to dream about. None of it comes out in words because he's too busy breathing and moaning.] You're [say something man] perfect.

[Jerk himself off? Larry nods and moves a paw to his cock. Damn it's so hard, and his balls feel so tight. The feels scrunched and at an angle...none of it matters when the bear kid gets a taste of what it's like to really be plowed. He moans at the full on assault of his prostate. His legs are fucking shaking.] I'm gonna--[the right words don't even come out.] I'm gonna!

Get it all over me, baby.

[Because chances are he won't be able to persuade an older gruff bear to do it like this. Even as the kid's shaking this kid doesn't stop fucking him, thrusting up and up against his prostate until he's coming all over it too. Thin reedy breaths sound like he might be in pain. Could be since Freddy hasn't felt anything this tight since...well, since he last fucked Larry. Hah.]

Oh fuck. Fuck I'm coming in you.

[It's enough he's got to bury his face in the crook of the teen's neck, conveniently to make the spot he'd been sucking tender all over again.]

[The seventeen year old body responds instantly to Freddy like he needs to ask. Larry's load shoots up and messes on the older man and himself. It's warm against his already hot skin, no where near as hot as the semen that's flowing inside him. That cock makes his insides feel so full as it was. There are no thoughts in his head at all. He doesn't even cry out words as he keeps on shaking under each wave that hits him. With Freddy this close he holds onto him with one arm, fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulder. His neck isn't the only thing feeling tender. As he tries to regulate his breathing Larry keeps breathing in the smell of what they've done and Freddy's skin. Total sensory overload.]

Jesus Christ. [Slowly, thoughts are drifting back. Freddy called him baby. It could be all part of it. Except...there's a very small part of him that would like to be called that all the time. The word sounds so different when it's said with a man's voice and a man's tongue that can move like Freddy's.]

Motherfucker...

[Pant pant. Breathe Newendyke, don't pass out now. Yeah he was tight as a fucking vice but what would the kid think if you went to bed right away? You're capable of going again. And again. Or so he hopes. He tilts his head to claim another kiss from the kid, eager to taste his cocksucking mouth. Maybe he'll enjoy the feeling of being full on both ends too.]

Mmm. [Larry called Freddy perfect.] Fuckin' fantastic...

[These hands are roaming over his torso again, making a mess of their mess on the teenager's chest. Handsome muscular chest, no fucking tits. Freddy loves it.]

Is--[oop another kiss. Tongue in his mouth, cock up inside his body like it's a part of it. Oh yes, he does enjoy being full on both ends, full of Freddy. He licks his lips savoring all the flavors in his mouth.] Um. [A sheepish smile spreads, but he has to ask:] Is it always that good?

[Slowly he's able to breathe properly. Both flappy hands on him do make his pulse spike again. This can get addicting easily. How long would it take to find an apartment? ...if he's going to stay in the City. No, the better question is what will it take to stay with Freddy.]

Mmmm. [Woah he should lighten up on his old, his nails made impressions on the lightly freckled skin.]

[Fucking sweet flavor he is. He's busy carving out that mouth when they part. Lips that is, he's still stuck deep inside the kid. But what? Really? Freddy leans back just enough to look at those brown eyes.]

No, not always. [Don't be sober, Newendyke.] I mean, it depends on who you're with, how it goes. [Maybe he means with you, stupid.] I try real hard to make it good.

[Now who sounds like a dope? Ahem.] I'm gonna pull outta you, okay? Just take it easy. [He nods before slowly easing out of that tight body. Real slow. Christ are those nail marks on him? Consider this a job well done (a teen well done) Newendyke.]

Call it a success.

[Larry takes his talk to be realistic. There are more things he has to learn about life before understanding. His hands stroke down Freddy's chest and he takes a nervous look down.]

Okay. [Easy he says. Relax. He gasps and grips Freddy with one hand and the couch with the other for leverage. Full to empty in no time, at least empty of cock. There's still Freddy's load and he can feel it.] It should go easier next time, right? [Whenever that is... Brave, brash words but his tone is soft and lazy.]

Thanks.

[No really, he appreciates the compliment. A deep sigh follows a grunt after he's pulled out of the young man. Tissues are in order and Freddy's careful with this as well. Uh, next time? Green eyes look at brown ones again, unsure not because he doesn't want to fuck that sweet body over and over but because he didn't think Larry would grow attached...to the sensation so fast. Not to him of course. What are you thinking, Newendyke? This is Lawrence Dimick of course he likes you.]

Right. You can try it a different way too. [The blonde nods as he takes a seat next to the brunette. Damn that was good. Larry's not gonna hate him later, right?]

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