orangetoughguy | log post II

That is what I said when I saw Sam.

[Happy smile for the reuniting of the bird and his man.]

He has a big, big beak. It feels funny in your hair.

[Freddy is a nice looking man. No wonder Larry likes him so very much.]

I am supposed to get your food when you want it, organize the albums and then ask you what else needs to be done.

Why don't you organize the albums first. We can wait until Larry gets back to eat.

[So they can eat as one big happy family, clone and bird and all. Yep. He scritches Sam's chest which promotes more croaking.]

Okay, Freddy.

[Before though he wants to help pat Sam. Just a bit.]

Do you want them in artist order or album name order? I forgot what Larry told me.

[Soft soft feathers. Too cool, Freddy and his too cool bird together make copy Larry continue to smile like a dummy.]

Sam likes it when you touch him.

Sam just likes attention from cool guys.

[That means you, Lawrence Dimick. Pet pet, croak.]

Artist Order, but that side's his and this side's mine. I mean we share too but sometimes Larry doesn't feel like reaching out for Pink Floyd next to Tom Petty. You got any ideas how to mix the two?

So do I. [And he means it probably not in the first way that comes to Freddy's mind when he hears it. Pat, pat the pretty bird.]

I will put them all together by first letter. Then that will be okay.

[Big ol' grin like a lumbering, friendly bear.]

What will you do, Freddy?

[Riiight...Freddy kind of just looks at the grinning lug, meanwhile Sam leans his big old beak towards Larry, friendly-like. Whoops okay the cool dog is moving. Hop hop and the bird's off Freddy's shoulder to perch on the back of the couch, where Freddy's sitting.]

If you don't mind I'm gonna lay down over here cause I had a rough time at work. Fuckin' sore all over.

[He could be exaggerating to get out of helping Larry with household work or he could actually mean it. Fitting cars and being a mechanic in general is rigorous work for anybody. Of course, Freddy can handle it, he just isn't obligated to go without complaint all the time, especially in his own home.]

I don't mind. I can do it.

[Though he doesn't scoot far to the albums he looks over at the couch and at Freddy.]

I could help you with a massage or start a bath. Those feel nice too

[Have a floppy haired head poking up over the back of the couch. Sam is staring at Larry too now. Blankly.]

You can do that? I mean the massage.

Uh huh. I can. Do you want me to do it now or after the albums?

[Clone Larry is pushing up his sleeves one way or the other they'll get in the way whatever he may do. Say, check the wildcat right there. At least a few things are right about him.]

I can do feet, I dunno about your back or nothing but I will try.

[Well Freddy's got experience with Larry's hands on him but what about the clone? He's not as sharp as Lawrence Dimick however those muscles look absolutely real, they ought to function just as firmly. Freddy's sitting up now.]

The albums can wait. [It's okay for the kid to usurp the old man's authority in this case, right?] Lemme see what you can do.

[Sam up there gets a chain of plastic toy shapes with grapes hidden inside to keep him busy.]

Okay, Freddy. [Closer to that reclining dog he goes.] I can start on your feet cuz I know those best.

[He'll start by removing one shoe and then the other. Larry did say to keep Freddy happy. Plunk goes one shoe, plunk goes the other shoe. And now he's going for the socks. The whole shebang right here.]

Is it hard to do hydraulics?

[That's what he said he was using. Such a funny word. Funny words stick with a guy. Both paws concentrate on one foot.]

Sure thing.

[He draws his feet up in anticipation. This is gonna be good, Freddy thinks to himself. Of course he'd stop at the first sign of the clone's displeasure but the way the lug is acting it almost sounds like to him this is some kind of privilege. Bare footed now, Freddy wiggles his toes.]

Yep, you know the springs that keep your car from getting too much shock when you're going over rocks and bumps? Some guys like to take their suspension to a whole new level.

[Oh that feels good, if he were a dog he'd be wheeling his leg.]

[See though it is a privilege. Larry told him that Freddy is wonderful, great and should be treated very nicely.It's not a fib. And so far simple, slow moving mind that copy Larry has he's seen nothing to disprove this statement. Freddy wants to hear about the Flintstones and has a neat bird. Oh and he wants this Larry's help. This Larry loves to help.]

And you gotta do that for the guy?

[Listening with all ears it still sounds like a mysterious process.]

Your feet are tense, Freddy.

[Thumbs roll down his arch to his heel then back up. A few times of this and there isn't as much tension at all. Just what Larry is aiming for.]

Yep. It's not hard when you think about it but all the work that goes into it? And you know I'm just one guy. It gets you real sore by the end of the day.

[And here comes the noise. His back arches upward on the seat cushion.] Ooh, you're doin'...real good Larry...

Now you get to relax.

[Larry keeps on the same foot, and he scoots forward while sitting on the coffee table to prop the foot up on his shoulder to focus on the calf.]

Thank you. I was hoping that I would be okay. Do you think it will help on your back when I'm done with your other foot, Freddy? I want you to feel good.

[Whoa. That foot hoisted up brings a slight flush of color to Freddy's face.] Uh. Uh yeah. Yeah that would be nice, if you're not too busy. I feel pretty good.

[Oh shit he's good with his hands. Freddy tilts his chin up to make more noises. If he were a toucan he'd be croaking.] Where'd you learn to do this man?

I am busy helping you but no other way right now.

[These noises are good noises. He swallows and starts to feel the effect of them. Oh. Larry did say that Freddy was wonderful. He wasn't lying. Gulp.]

Larry used to massage a lady's feet. And then his wrestling friends then they would massage him too. I don't remember their names. Sorry.

[Leg is hoisted a little higher now so he can get on the muscles above the knee.]

Am I doing okay? [In case if those noises are not good ones...even though they're making Larry feel good.]

A lady huh? Well I'm no lady so you can work a little harder...if you wanna.

[A shift on the couch, getting more comfortable even as his leg gets hoisted up into an even more compromising position. But damn it feels so good. As for those wrestling friends, maybe he'll have to ask Larry about that. But later. Now time is devoted to getting a great massage from the copy whose hands work just as good as the original.]

Oh you're doing fine, Larry. You're loosenin' me up real nice. [Freddy couldn't resist the wording.]

I'll do it harder so then you can be more loose.

[Drifting right on over his head even in his gradual state of arousal. Just that effect you have on the man, Freddy copy or no copy. He gently sets that leg down.]

Now onto the other.

[Starting at the foot just as before.]

Does Larry do this all the time, Freddy? You really seem to like it.

That'd be nice. I sure as hell ain't gonna say no.

[He's noticed how the innuendo goes right over his pepper-brown head and Freddy can't decide if that's hilarious or horrifying. And yet here he lies, still getting those paws to knead and knead his muscles. Hm, thinking on that question he's got to answer honestly.]

Sometimes, not all the time. Only when I ask you know? I do it too, I get my hands on him when he's uptight and kinda tense. Get him to loosen up.

[Tok tok, flutter. Sam is completely involved in retrieving those grapes from his improvised bird kong.]

I think he would like this very much.

[Because it's Freddy. And because this sure is a lot of touching. Oh. That must be why it is so good. Paws work those muscles of his foot and calf harder.]

....this is a very personal way of touching.

[There's a hamster in the wheel, honest.]

That's why only you're allowed to do it. [He points at the bear who could fit in a circus wheel. Maybe.] I wouldn't let anyone else touch me, just Larry.

[And Larry.] Oh keep doing that, keep working under there.

[He smiles and looks down at his hands the way they're working closer up to his thigh bit by bit. Feels good there too beneath his fingers.]

I like hearing that.

[Heavy, happy sigh as he tilts his head against that leg that is nearly over his shoulder.]

[This is getting real real warm. Freddy looks up at Larry, noting the positioning of his leg and how if this were the original Larry well there'd be some other massaging going on.]

What else do you like hearing?

Um.

[He's not blushing, that's not what a grown Dimick however cloned and flawed is. However the question strikes him utterly dumb.]

I like you.

[That's not hearing though, and he's reached the end of the line as far as acceptable places to massage.]

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