orangetoughguy | log post II

[Twist twist twist, twitch. Okay the bird relinquishes that finger to hop on down to the floor. Tok tok. It's inspecting its soon to be new home within a home.]

Yeah, after all this I'm feeling pretty fuckin' filthy.

[Reading that sign loud and clear. But first! Freddy stands up while dusting his hands.] All that's left is the door. Then we'll throw in the log, some fruit, and see how the little dude likes his new corner. [Regular Jekyll and Hyde, this Newendyke.]

[The old man is on the door. Talk about eager. Thanks for surrendering his other hand, bird.]

Sounds like a cleaning job that needs two people.

[Wedging, twisting and fitting it into place.]

Gimme a bit. How about you make your friend a salad, I'm about done with the door.

To get the hard to reach places huh? Find parts you didn't know existed all the way up in there?

[In here. He'd gesture to his own body but he's pretty sure Larry's on the same wavelength. Besides, Freddy has a fruit salad to prepare. Hop hop the toucan follows after the kid.]

Okay dude, how does watermelon and grapes sound huh? [The bird likes the sound of that if its purring is any indication. It nudges Freddy with its bill too, like urging him to get on with it.] I'm on it I'm on it, don't have a fuckin' cow. You're lucky you're a tame bird.

[That's a laugh too. Freddy's genuinely entertained by this goofy looking car payment. He takes the quickly sliced and plucked treats back to the cage, Sam in tow on his shoulder.]

I'm going for thorough. You better be ready for it.

[Ah hah. Looks like the cage now has itself a door. Larry gives it a try opening and shutting it a few times then trying the latch.]

Your bird has got himself a home.

[No lie that he worked up a sweat. Larry wipes his face with the bottom hem of his shirt. May as well take it all the way off. Seeing Freddy coming, he holds the door of the cage open.]

You're kidding me right? My body is always ready. [For Lawrence Dimick anyway. In go the treats followed by the log with the hole in it. He doesn't really know what the toucan will do with it since it seems to like open perches better but there are prongs and things on the inside for that too. Last but not least is the bird itself.] Okay dude.

[Er, the kid pauses to stare at the shirtless old man, all firm muscles and scars and dark clearly suntanned skin and ink. He's really something, this Mr. White. Tok tok, the bird takes a couple knocks at Larry's abs.]

Hey hey, those aren't yours.

[Hear that, Larry? Now Freddy's the one being mildly territorial. He sticks his arm into the cage waiting for the toucan to hop off. A grape helps to entice that bill with a bird into his new place easily.] Well, that was simple.

That's what I like to hear. [Fuck there's no one like Freddy Newendyke, the car fixing, badge wearing, comic reading, bird owning son of a bitch that he is. He waits nearby hoping that the bird can get a move on.

The knocks at his abs don't hurt any. Puzzling kind of an action. That remark from the kid has him grinning like a fool.]

Who's are they?

[Because the old man wants to hear it. Aaand the door is shut. Without a bird in the way, this bear can set his paws on Freddy's waist.]

[E-ee-e-e-e-ee-e, clicks the third wheel before it buries its massive beak into a piece of watermelon. Good bird. Pawed upon and empty handed the kid can drag his fingertips down Larry's chest then back up to pinch those nipples.]

Mine, Property of Freddy Motherfuckin' Newendyke.

[Tok tok tok. The toucan briefly shifts attention away from the fruit top stare at Larry and Freddy. Just staring.]

[Freddy earns a hiss. A half a step and they're hip to hip so the old man rubs on up against him.]

Goddamn right.

[No lip locking yet. Larry's content to breathe the same air that the kid is. He looks past Freddy to see that bird frozen in its staring.]

Ready for that shower?

[The one away from the feathered third wheel.]

[Staring. Still just staring. Freddy doesn't notice because he's too involved in Lawrence Dimick. His hands splay out again to slowly rub over those pecs.]

Lead me on up, cowboy.

[His words sound like a purr but it's actually the bird behind him making that noise before it returns to picking out the seeds from that melon.]

[He gladly dips his fingers into the waistband of Freddy's pants at both sides of his hips before meeting in the middle to pull him along toward the bathroom.]

Gonna get you good and wet.

[Yeah, still talking like that. Thank god the bird is fixed on the seeds. Up the stairs now out of sight he lays a kiss on his mouth. Unziiiip those pants.]

[Oof, that pressure makes him hiss pleasantly, not that Freddy needs to be coaxed to come along. He does however cock a brow for that remark. Talk about making him feel like the bitch. Freddy fucking loves it.]

Gonna get you hot and hard.

[Wait that's not even a shower metaphor. Oh well, Freddy's not exactly Shakespeare, and actions can speak just as loud as words, actions like his freckled hand reaching between those thighs to grab Lawrence Dimick. Mmff, he parts his lips to suck on whatever he can in that invading mouth. Feeling those paws on his jeans, getting them unzipped, he wonders if they'll even make it to the shower.]

[Larry sucks in a sharp breath for that grip between his legs. The kid is gripping a hardening cock.]

Half way there.

[This is growled along his jaw. They're nearly to the top of the stairs now. How can his paws not go into Freddy's now opened jeans.]

What do I have here? Huh?

You--[Huff.] Tell me.

[Damn the kid's really hard now, hard enough to let go of Lawrence Dimick's hard-on only to pull the old man up that last step and into a wall. Again their mouths meet followed by a bite to the old man's bottom lip.] Show me how dirty--[Bite and suck.]--I am.

[Peel peel peel, and the kid's shirt tumbles to the floor.]

Feels like a hard, long cock.

[One that he's gonna wrap his fingers around to roughly stroke at his find. Oof up against the wall and swapping saliva. Larry growls at that bite. He's shoving his pants down. His own shirt must have fallen off of his shoulders on the stairs. Ah well. No matter.

Freddy's cock slips from his grip so that they can rub dick to dick. His hands plant themselves on either cheek of his ass fingertips very close to pressing in.]

You asked for it.

[He almost has a witty retort for that, something about soap and dropping it, but the hand stroking him takes the words right out of his flapping mouth. Shit, he's got to hold onto Larry's side or else his knees might buckle out from under him. They do spread though upon feeling those fingertips so damn close, like some kind of automatic response to a gesture his body knows so fucking well.]

Come at me with all you got, old man.

[Freddy growls, egging him on quite enthusiastically, as enthusiastic as the thrusts he makes cock to cock.]

I don't think you're ready just yet, baby. You always got big talk.

[A long lick across his bottom lip. Huff, rubbing up on him feels so damn good. Since he's the one leaning up on the wall, he slides a foot to move Freddy to widen his stance. He moves a paw a way and presents Freddy with three fingers.]

Suck on em. Be sure they're good and wet.

[The other paw reaches between them to rub both of their cocks.]

Now. [Kiss at his neck.] I gotta figure out just how I wanna fuck you.

Big talk to match a big fuck.

[In terms of a noun or a verb? Hm. Either way Freddy's still talking as he's rubbing and touching and squeezing--hey now. His legs widen without much protest beyond a look of defiance in those green eyes. Except fuck he loves the way Larry's treating him, especially with those big fingers hovering in front of his face. He wants to talk back, talk shit, but he wants to fuck too and for fuck's sake that paw holding them together is pushing Freddy towards begging. Don't beg Newendyke, that would be too easy. So instead the kid opens his mouth to start suckling. First one finger, then two, then three, all three at once, like it's a dick he's sucking.]

Mmhm?

[He sounds around Larry's knuckles, encouraging him in that 'creative' process.]

[All three fingers wag in his mouth, scissoring then fitting together. A cock looks nice between his talkative jaws.]

There we go. That's it. All wet.

[Larry's fist keeps on stroking them, but stops at the tips, rubbing and pinching lightly. Watching that mouth he can't help but then move his fingers in and out.]

Mmmm. Okay, that's enough. Know where they're going right? Right into that ass of yours.

[Watch this now, he slips away from the wall. Freddy gets to face it while the old man works him from behind. Words might be rough, but this ol' bear isn't. He kisses the freckles on his shoulders. One finger at a time, easing because it's only saliva.]

Uh huh.

[Still can't form real words like this but the kid's wrapping his tongue around those fingers like it's Larry's dick. Licking and sucking and wetting them for all they're worth because he does in fact know where they're going--oh shit. A hiss escapes for the way he handles his cock. Almost got the kid thrusting, old man. Almost.]

Uh huh. [Hey he can talk now.] Stick'em in me, tough guy.

[Now he's gonna make real sounds, not ones mimicked while turning a wrench. Manipulated to face the wall--hey is Bettie up on this one--he crosses his arms against it, overhead, to bow his back. Thighs spread a little more followed by a low hiss as Larry eases them in. Fuck, his body is getting ready.]

Ain't you a handsome tough guy?

[That's okay, Dimick can do all the talking. He leaves Freddy's cock alone to focus on his ass alone. Second finger eases on in, curling a little then scissoring.]

Dirty though. Look at you filthy with sweat, fixing to get fucked.

[While his left hand is slowly starting to thrust, Larry's right strokes down the curve of his back on the return he moves to rub his chest.]

Am I?

[He could be fishing for compliments or he could be fishing for words that make some general sense while those fingers inside him threaten do undo his common sense. Fuck that feels good, teasing his damn prostate like this. Freddy could mangle Lawrence Dimick for it, except he would never because the old man always follows through. Eventually.]

Ain't showered since yesterday.

[The dirty boy admits. Look being called in on your day off then spending the rest of it getting housing for a bird doesn't leave much time for a bath. Poor lucky guy this Freddy is, he shudders under the stroke of that hand.] Shit...

Uh huh. Beautiful face. [Since he's close to the kid's ear he drags his teeth against his earlobe. That's no beak and he keeps it purposely soft.] Hard body. [In all the right places that count.]

I can smell it on you. [And he loves it. Now that third finger comes into play, real careful now. Once Larry is able to fit it all the way in he purposely teases his prostate. The old man won't be able to take much more of it. All this time his cock is at attention now and then bumping up against the other man's hip.]

That feel good, dirty cowboy?

[If Freddy could purr or click or thump his foot like a dog he would over the way those teeth drag on him damn. It just makes his body harder.]

Fuck. [Short and hissed. His back arches again to receive that third finger. Though still not a cock it's definitely sizable. Larry has big hands after all, big dirty hands to match his big dirty dick. Oh yeah he feels that too.] Yeah. It feels good.

[Breath hitching. His hands splay open to dig fingertips against the wall.] You smell like--[Swallow.]--like you need to shoot a load off.

[More than satisfied with the response Larry does it again. He can't help loving how the kid tastes.]

Did you know you feel pretty good from the inside? [Boy does he ever. Big dirty fingers of his splay outward in three directions before narrowing once more, twisting slightly then at last pulling away.] Dirty as fuck though.

[The old man licks his lips.] As a matter of fact I do need to shoot a load of. I think you got a place for that for me. Not here though.

[...is that bird making that weird rattling throat noise? Let's get away from the bird entirely. He smacks the kid's ass flat palmed before kneading with that same hand.]

Get into my room and don't fucking think about touching yourself.

[E-e-e-ee-e-e-ee. Yes. Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick it's not a sound of distress nor does Freddy Newendyke think it is. Just a toucan being a toucan. Besides, the kid's got other things on his mind and in his body.]

Oh shit. [Fingers splaying then contracting, Mr. White you fucking professional tease.] Yeah I fucking do. I do, I got a place for you baby. Hell I got places for you.

[Almost begging but not quite, Freddy's feeling close to desperate. The way Larry's talking to him, about his body, just makes him harder as if he couldn't be anymore Thing like--er, rock like. A gasp breaks from him and green eyes narrow for that smack (he loves it).]

Okay. [Shudder. Just look at the way Freddy sort of totters into Larry's room, already drunk on foreplay.]

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