log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[meanstreetdog.livejournal.com]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[meanstreetdog.livejournal.com]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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?]