orangetoughguy | log post II

[Now that's mighty comfy. Paws slide down his waist, down his hips to get a hold on his ass. He remembers being topped the crap out of vividly. Brown eyes can't help but look up into those green eyes.]

With me giving you mouth, asking questions. Not takin' a hint about what's going on.

[Being over suspicious of a guy trying to keep him out of trouble.]

Glad you had fun though.

[With a cute, dopey, and apparently fuckable younger self. Even though he's got no intent on follow through, both paws squeeze the kid and lay another kiss on his mouth.]

What did you think was going on, huh? Think I picked you off the street looking to put your sweet jabbering mouth on my dick? What if I told you-- [Oof that's a nice hold Larry's got on him right there.] What if I told you the second I saw you I really was thinking about all the ways I could have fun with you?

[Trick question, because 'fun' for Freddy Newendyke can involve baseball and rollerblades too. Not at the same time of course. Mmf, his hands slip over and across Larry's neck, wrapping around the bear when their mouths press together.]

I would have insisted you gimme all the booze I wanted, all the food I wanted and get me the fuck home before I miss another school day.

[Simple as that, though see, the problem being who would stop Freddy from saying no? Another kiss for Freddy. He deserves more than a few.]

...no, that's not right. If you put it like that from the get go I'd have been scared out of my skin that it looked like I had a sign advertising. See, if we were already chumming around then you said it, I'd have eased into the thought on my own.

[The first part gets the kid laughing. How fucking teenager was that? Shit Freddy hung out with guys like that in gradeschool, er...without the getting down and dirty part though he'd be lying if he ever said he never thought about getting his hands on the pants of a friend. Being older now, Freddy no longer feels that way, if only for the fact that his real friends in gradeschool were more like obnoxious geekazoid blood brothers. He swore Gary Gordon would never have a girlfriend or a boyfriend for that matter (he's wrong).]

You had a sign advertising a good time with the boys, I mean like at Arnold's Drive-In or something. [The kid's got a stupid smile because he thinks it's that funny. Really the young bear cub just oozed supercool.]

Now who's the one running his mouth?

[Even though he's got a bone to pick tone he's slipping his hands now inside Freddy's pants to get a good grip on him just because he can.]

You're laughin' now but I was trying to keep up appearances. There's a reason why I didn't make it through high school.

[Bad grades but they're talking about something else so...]

So is that how you got along? Reading my sign?

[Whoa there. A grunt and a curl forward makes him putty in those bear paws. Shit that's hardly playing fair, honestly Lawrence Dimick, honestly.]

I'll--I'll bet. [Huff. Being caught up like this makes one a little less eloquent okay?] Oh yeah, don't you know I'm supercool to all the highschoolers? They love me.

[It's ego-swelling and self-deprecating at the same time but Freddy knows it and Freddy doesn't mind. He rocks a little bit in those hands.] Are you reading mine now, you old bastard?

[It's a good firm, all American ass in this bear's hands. Could make a grown man cry. Really though, Freddy Newendyke, all's fair in love and war.]

Fuck do I ever know. Supercool's only the start. This highschooler I know really took a shining to you.

[Just the facts, officer. The old man sighs and helps that rocking motion.]

Uh huh. Except you took it all out of me, you motherfucker. So I'm only gonna give you lip service.

[Telling Lawrence Dimick no lies and knocking him out with those American thighs? Sure why not, not like Freddy Newendyke has anywhere else to be or anyone else he'd rather be with for that matter. A little more rocking and the kid's smiling. So much for not getting mad but the madness doesn't last for long, unless it's referring to how crazy fucking mad he is for Mr. White.]

Put your money where your mouth is.

[He combs his fingers through Larry's not as thick or glossy but still great to hold hair. He can put his mouth where the kid's moneymaker is too. Something cute like that.]

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