orangetoughguy | log post II

[The kid has good paws of his own. Way to take charge of the situation. No point in waiting out for a please, he guns his way in all the way to grind.]

That how you like it? [Old bear paws move from his hips to claw up his chest.] Feel me all deep in your ass? That's how I take care of my man. [And how his man takes care of him. Larry is aiming to make it good. He's not seventeen and as far as he understands he never will be again. One way or the other he wants to prove what a wonderful fuck he can be to Freddy Newendyke.

Uh. No this isn't a personal issue.]

Jesus!

[Taken by surprise he lets go of Larry's hair to claw into the mattress again. Yes that's the fucking stuff if the old man couldn't tell by the way Freddy's writhing under him now. He can really fucking feel it.]

Uh huh, I feel you. Fuck I feel you, baby, I fucking love it.

[Okay enough words. Now he's just gasping and grunting, sweating. Volume is of no concern in this household so Freddy's getting fucking loud.]

[Freddy won. Wait. No. Larry did...nevermind. Everyone wins. The prize is in the works. Larry quits only grinding. Here is the real deal, one slam after another.]

Mmmmm. Fuck.

[Yeah, words are overrated now. Any music playing? Is the bird making noise? The old man's gone deaf to anything but the sounds they're making together. He hisses and has to be sure to shut his mouth awhile or else get saliva all fucking over the kid. Man, maybe he over estimated himself. Right as he's striking at Freddy's prostate the old man finds he's coating it with pre-cum.]

[There's no music playing but if one listens closely they might catch the voice of a bird who's trying to mimic another curious sound; from croaking to this higher pitched but not shrill melodic whistle. Whistle whistle. Then back to pecking at fruit. Fortunately Freddy wasn't paying enough attention to notice the toucan trying to mimic his own keening.]

Motherfucker. [Huff huff, more groaning and keening.] You're gonna--wreck me.

[Hey maybe that's the point Newendyke. Hell Dimick there doesn't even have to give him a reach around to get his own dick leaking, but that doesn't last long because as soon as it leaks he fucking comes all over the damn sheets. Writhing and gasping. Hey there's that strangle whistling again.]

[The bird is the farthest thing from Mr. White's mind. Huff. Huff. Huff.]

Come away, baby.

[Damn. That was fast. Then again, you string a poor horny kid along long enough. Larry grinds for all he's worth in the constriction of his ass before blowing his own load completely. Where Freddy is keening, he's moaning. Looks like they won't be sleeping in the old man's bed tonight. If anyone's up for moving at all.]

Aah!

[Repeat that sound a couple more times and you've got one Freddy Newendyke still shuddering to pieces under Lawrence Dimick, even more when he feels that hot load filling him up. Sure it was quick but it was highly concentrated too. Just look at the mess on Larry's sheets for evidence.]

Holy shit. [He huffs, nearly rasping.]

Mmmmm. Good, good shit. [Once he can say words. Soaking in the after glow and sensation he grinds No second round and up for Larry but he's feeling fucking proud of himself. Moving inside of the kid hard or on the other side of the finish line feels great. Shit he's shaking too.]

You can say that again.

[Concentrated, yeah. That's it. Still up top he buries his face against Freddy's neck and longer shaggy hair.]

Fucking beautiful.

[Are those familiar words, Lawrence Dimick? The kid reaches back again, this time to stroke his fingers through Larry's hair instead of grab at it.]

Goddamn, Larry...

[He returns the grinding in kind, loving the feeling of how his cock ensures his load stays where it is. For some people that's practically playing with fire, but since their unspoken decision to remain exclusive wrapping up hasn't been a concern at all.]

[These are words that a handsome man told him when he was younger and didn't have as many miles. One could even say he still had that new car smell. It was last week and years and years away all at once. Count your fucking blessings, Dimick. The kid has hair to hold onto. There's a kid to hold onto his hair too, one he couldn't think to do without anymore.

Threat number one, a certain friend cum therapist seems to know what is up now. The threat is over...Larry hopes.]

Love you, tough guy.

[Murmured like the secret that it is.]

...hope your bird won't mind.

Edited 2011-04-17 08:42 (UTC)

[Well, as far as Freddy's concerned the threat is over, but he didn't exactly sever all ties with the guy either. He just can't brickwall people that way, one of the weaknesses (and strengths) of one Freddy Newendyke. Really though, under Lawrence Dimick, wrapped up in their own mess in their own home, this kid doesn't think there's anything to be afraid of.]

Likewise, cowboy.

[That comes with a pat to the old man's cheek too. A little flippancy takes the serious edge off those words but none of the sincerity. He'll always be sincere about that. Uh, about the bird though. Freddy brings his hand back to rub his own chin.] I'll break it to him gently.

[Don't ask if Lawrence "Two Guns" is afraid. He's not the lying type to Freddy anymore. The truth is that he is an older man, the same as that therapist fuck, he's uneducated and only physically capable of so much. Part of that so much includes armed robbery. ]

I knew I forgot to tell him something.

[What the hell kind of a noise is it making anyway. Larry doesn't recognize it. Not yet.]

I'm gonna pull out.

[Siiigh. A last grind for the road.]

You gotta tell'im what's what, that's all. He'll get the message.

[Freddy says, downplaying the dynamic between bear and bird. It's kind of funny when he thinks about it, about Larry needing to assert his territory or whatever it is bears do, almost charming. Okay it is charming, dare he say, cute? Regarding the noise though, Freddy has no idea but he's going to check it out. Eventually. It's not whistling/croaking/creaking enough to sound alarmed.]

Gotcha.

[A nod followed by a groan for the grind and the oncoming loss of fullness. It's a slow and steady unfortunate process, but they can't go through life fused like some nuclear accident. Honestly.]

If you say so.

[Flop right on his side. Now he's hearing the bird making bird noises. No big fuss. His mouth is itching for a cigarette now. Maybe after wading in the calm.]

...I forgot to ask if this was the first time you ever accepted an alternative form of payment at work.

[Whenever the kid settles he'll be getting a lazy, muscled arm thrown over him.]

Mmm.

[Again for the loss of fullness and where Larry flops on his side Freddy flops on his stomach. Just a little bit away from the wet spot, thanks. A cigarette would be good about now, he's thinking of plucking one up on his way out to check on the bird. The whistles have grown fewer and far between so maybe he won't have to go down there after all. However, they're gonna have to sleep on another bed unless Larry likes sticky sheets.]

Why, are you getting ideas?

[The kid turns his head to face the old man, eyebrow cocked. The weight of that arm is a welcome addition.]

I just did the wash.

[Oh well. Small suffering. It was absolutely worth every wet spot, ache and scratch. The larger portions of quiet get the brain in gear. Could the bird have heard them? Naw. The walls are thicker. As loud as Freddy is he has been louder.]

Oh, I dunno. Gimme some time. I'll let you know when I think of it.

[A-one, a-two, a-three...the bear sits up and grabs a carton of smokes. There's at least one Marlboro in there.]

Are you complaining?

[He asks because he knows, knows, Lawrence Dimick's got no reason to bemoan such a small suffering. It was worth it wasn't it? Freddy doesn't sit up too but he does prop his face up by bent elbow to watch that bear lumber about for his smokes.]

Are you gonna bring the company car in, get me to change the oil, then tell me you don't got a dime to your name but you got a nice mouth?

[Just wondering. Fingers reach out for a smoke too, he doesn't even need to ask to get the message across right?]

Observation. Nothin' more.

[Cigarette for the kid, right between his fingers complete with a light to chase it. Then the old man ignites the end of his smoke before reclining again.]

There are so few trustworthy grease monkeys. I only know this one place. I mean, I have to get results at work. Repair is expensive. I think I may have to give my all, you know. Not just a verbal agreement.

[Hairy leg against hairy leg.]

[No need to say 'thanks' either right? He takes the lit cigarette then sucks in a shallow pull. Laying in bed a mess with this tough guy smoking cigarettes, that's the stuff.] You can try man, I'm pretty sure you got your ways for workin' things out, being the professional you are.

[This hairy leg draws up slowly against that hair leg. Puff puff. Okay gotta get down to business, practical business that is. He gives Larry's stomach a firm pat.] Get in the shower, I'll meet you there. [Because metaphors aside, fucking does not make anyone any cleaner after cage-hunting and bird-introducing.] We'll take my bed.

[Because the kid's gonna check on the bird one more time before calling it a night.]

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