orangetoughguy | log post II

Distracted, huh? Show him any of your movies?

[Probably not given that the TV is off. He steps away to at least put the bird on top of the cage.]

Come on, Sam. In you go. [How did Freddy do it? Oh yeah, showing him the way in and shutting the door. Back he goes. The clone is keeping at the same motion only because it's what feels best so far.]

Buddy, just put it in his pants. He likes that.

[To the clone. Larry is taking off his shirt and eases on the couch to face Freddy. Clearly this the time to get down to business.]

No, didn't get that far. He was just...just givin' me a massage. Right?

[Freddy looks over his shoulder to the clone which inevitably has them bumping faces if Larry's still nuzzling his neck. Sam stalls a bit, twitching and staring like maybe he's testing how far he can push it before Mr. White forces the bird back in the cage. Hmm but there are two of Larry now so hop hop twitch awk and Sam's back in his cage.]

Uh, really?

[He asks this of Larry. Look the idea of it was kinky in theory but now that the original is putting it into practice well Freddy can't help suddenly feeling just a little shy. Shy that he's been caught with his pants down so to speak. Just as Larry there is getting bare chested himself.]

[The clone rubs his back up and down he's not too sure of what to do inside of Freddy's pants but hey. Not hard to figure out. His fingers wrap around him, rubbing which will naturally go to stroking.]

Too much, baby?

[The old man, the original lifts up Freddy's chin to look into his face. He can see the shy in the flush of his face. Brown eyes look from one green to another.]

[And with rubbing and stroking comes a little grinding on Freddy's part. Er, chin tipped up, he feels like fucking putty in bear paws, all four of them.]

What? No, no way.

[There's no such thing as too much Lawrence Dimick, but there is such a thing as too much Ready Freddy the Slut Newendyke...or something. What are you talking about man, he wouldn't be into it if it was gonna make him think any less of you. Right? Green eyes are narrowing over the hand between his thighs. He is way fucking hard now.]

All you gotta do is say the word if you don't like something. I'll fix it.

[And he'll seal this promise with a kiss slow at first then working his way to reserve a place just for him. Copy Larry follows suit, kissing on the freckles at Freddy's back.

Two bear paws, one from each bear, are now in the kid's pants. The old man is showing how the kid likes it best.]

[With a promise and a kiss to seal it like that how can Freddy find something he doesn't like about this? Mouth to the front of him, mouth to the back of him, which set of paws should he take?]

Are you--are you cool with this?

[Okay he's got to ask, only to make sure Larry himself isn't weirded out by...himself.]

Uh huh. I'm okay with this. I can trust him. And...I'm pretty sure he's not carrying anything.

[As far as diseases he means. Clone Larry tilts his head to one side.]

I'm okay with this Freddy.

[There, two consents. Larry pulls down Freddy's pants off of his hips.]

I bet you are.

[He replies though it's unclear if he's talking to Larry or Clone Larry. Fff. Off his pants go exposing a rather prominent erection under Captain America's shield. No they didn't come from the boys aisle either, apparently comics are cool enough in the 21st century to make man panties for profit.]

So...what're you gonna do to me? [May as well ask, right?]

Give you a hell of a work out. You got two cocks to work with.

[Oh yeah. It's on right now. Clone Larry can't see the specialized underwear. However he is stroking him properly in there.]

Why don't we get everything off of you.

[That's a cue to the double. He pulls away.]

Freddy, I'm gonna take everything off. [Says the clone unnecessarily.]

Uh huh. Well I got my ways.

[Freddy says, sounding like a big man again. Kinda. With two of him on hand Larry kind of already has the upper hand to begin with. Green eyes glance aside once more. Oh right, the clone is the type to spell out things, which Freddy doesn't mind really. It's kind of endearing.]

Take everything away, Larry. You don't gotta be too careful either.

[Just don't rip anything. How do you like them apples, Dimick? He's got an eye on the original too to see his reaction to the way the kid reacts to the clone.]

I don't doubt it. [Since the clothes are coming off, he'll handle his own pants and undergarments. Soon everyone's bare.]

There we go.

[The old man wraps a hand around his cock and strokes watching the clone put his hands on him again.]

Freddy, how about you get on all fours on the floor. We'll start there.

You're dirty.

[Green eyes are watching as Freddy dares to say to Larry (the original) before curling against Larry (the copy). All fours, okay. He's thought about scenarios like this before, like in his movies, more than one other guy with him, on him, in him. It's been a fantasy up until now, sort of kept aside because they've never met anyone deemed worthy of being a third participant. But this time, well, who better than Larry himself right? It's kind of bogus though, he doubts the Whites are gonna suck face with each other, just one of the drawbacks and all the more reason to pursue something like this again. Anyway, the kid gets down to his hands and knees on the floor.]

Like this? [He asks the clone.]

Uh huh. That's what Larry meant. [The clone kneels now, he feels over Freddy's back and lingers there hesitant. This would be where the original comes in.]

How about you get down there and suck at the kids cock, huh? Just a little to show him how to do it.

[Oh yeah, Newendyke. Mr. White is going to make use of both ends for you. The original old man gets a hold of the lube and heads to kneel between his legs. Finger to prep him first.]

[The seemingly blind praise coming from the clone is almost kid-like if it weren't for what Freddy is pretty sure is some sort of eager enthusiastic hunger in the way he moves.]

Good, I wanna do right by both of you.

[He utters in his own wanting way. As for the cock sucking, shit just the way Freddy's always wanted. Tricky tricky bear. At that order though the kid can't help but shiver. The words alone make his dick feel rock fucking hard.] Okay.

[Another shudder for that finger.]

Oh yeah, kid? What else do you want?

[Would he sound like a pussy if Dimick feels better with a double here. It's not to say that he doesn't trust other people, and fuck they've talked it over before. The feels protective of the kid even though he's been around the block a few times.]

Freddy's got a hard one. [Obviously. The clone wants everyone to know for sure as he takes a grip on it and slips the tip between his lips. He is pretty much laying back on the floor with his neck craned up. It's almost like the kid is a car being worked on.]

You said it pal. Feels good doesn't it?

[Real Larry is now working two fingers. Shit man, this is happening. Didn't he joke about having a clone before.]

I...I want... [Say the goddamn fucking words Newendyke.] I want you two to fuck the shit outta me.

[Oh and with that mouth on him and two fingers inside him the kid's already rocking back and forth like he is being fucked. If he's acting like this over just a couple fingers imagine what's to come, Lawrence Dimick.]

Real fuckin' good.

[As for being a pussy, heck no, not in Freddy's book. He's the one taking charge of this scene after all, whereas Freddy for all his fantasies is the first to think maybe he bit off more than he can chew.]

Great plan, tough guy.

[That mouth that's moving on his cock pulls out to add in a yeah before back to business. And he's really going to town on the kid taking him in deep.]

Just getting started. Not even a year ago you were cherry... look at you now, tough guy.

[It's more than okay to say shit like this because it's between the two of them. There's another perk to trying this out with Larry and Larry. Third finger in, twisting and scissoring. He's laying off the prostate for now, don't want it to end even though he can shoot off two.]

You ready to suck on our buddy Larry, Freddy? Or you want him to stay down there?

[Oh yes, he expects answers.]

[Copy or original, that guy really knows how to use his fucking mouth Jesus Christ. With that sucking on him and those fingers still working their magic (though noticeably not on his prostate) Freddy feels like his knees are gonna buckle in. They don't but it does get his body trembling just a little. Shit and there goes Larry talking.]

You--you broke me in real well, cowboy.

[The kid manages to shudder out before nodding, tongue slipping out to wet his own lips.] U-uh huh. [Shiver.] Come here, Larry. Lemme go down on your cock.

[As long as the kid feels good, because really being here and orchestrating this is giving him the biggest kick.]

Had to, I just couldn't fucking help myself. Once I had a taste, I wanted more.

[All three fingers together fuck the kid steadily before slowly pulling out. It synchronizes with the other Larry pulling off, crawling to kneel in front of him.]

Here you go, Freddy. [The copy is smiling at him, holding the base of his cock. Larry is keeping an eye from the other end. The tip of his cock is waiting to really give him a two at once start.]

Worked out for the both of us huh?

[Freddy manages to grunt while pushing back against those fingers just as both Larrys leave his damn ready body. Fuck does he have to beg? Oh wait there's the copy now with his copy dick and it looks just like Larry's. He's even got the wildcat tattoo on his arm, something that makes this a little different from fucking a teenage bear.]

Thanks. I hope you like it.

[The kid replies, practically playing along with this naivete before he takes hold of that dick and his mouth hoods over the copy. He wastes no time in working out a rhythm, though moderately paced for now.]

[The copy nods and is about to say something but it falls to the wayside to moan. Paws go up onto his shoulders and his hips don't rock.]

More like loves it. [The original Larry chuckles as he slowly enters this ready body, easy at first.] Mmmmm. Yeah, baby. Feels so fucking good. Got me in your throat and in your ass.

[He reaches to lightly take a hold of the kid's cock, no stroking. The ol' bear wants to hold what's his.]

Mmff.

[He sounds over feeling Larry the original push into him. It almost causes a strain for the kid whose mouth opens letting a little bit of saliva slip down the copy Larry's shaft. But the feeling is brief and just as easily Freddy's back to sucking on him again, up and down. The muffled noise is inevitable, not even a cock down his throat can stop him from moaning over a cock in his ass. That paw on him is just the cherry on top for a guy who is anything but these days.]

Mmm. [Much better, enough for this hand to go roaming from his shaft up along the copy's broad familiar chest.]

[The copy Larry is having the time of his life technically it's his first time, go figure. His fingers thread through Freddy's hair and one even touches on his cheek and throat to feel it move and flex. It's a marvel to him to think of how it fits and feels.]

Freddy that is the best feeling ever. Oh, man. I love it. [This makes Larry laugh breathlessly. He gives the kid's ass a smack and then squeezes.]

Fuck yeah, he sure is.

[Huff, huff. He grinds in deeply wanting to be sure to hit that neglected prostate. The visual stimulation is getting to him, no lie. How long can he last like this?]

[No lie the paw on him feels fucking wonderful too, almost loving because technically it's Larry too, Larry appreciating him, Larry marveling at him, even if this one is kind of a lug. Without words though the kid can only look up, green eyes behind darker blonde eyelashes, sort of an expression of thanks before he goes back down on him--mmff! That mouth tightens from the smack and squeeze. He has to take hold of the shaft again to avoid getting his saliva all over the fucking place even though a mess is not foreign to this home.]

Mmmph. Oh fuck.

[Finally he manages a word in as his mouth slips over the head. Goddamn the way Larry grinds him is gonna make him delirious. He takes this opportunity to groan a little louder, moan a little higher. And that cues the beast of a bird to start chirping. It's light chirping, mind, hell maybe they won't even hear it with all the noise going on the floor. Freddy sure doesn't.]

Jack me off.

[That's an order with a side of please and thank you to the original Lawrence Dimick. Then he hoods his mouth over Larry again, floppy hair hanging as he's already starting to break a sweat.]

[In the meantime, the original Larry is watching exactly how the kid's back moves as he's fucking with his face and ass. What an ace. Even though he knows it is only a copy he can practically feel what it's like on the opposite end with a little imagination.]

Yes. Oh fuck, anything you want. [Paw goes into motion, their motion. May as well keep up the pace with every other movement.

The copy of Lawrence Dimick is panting open mouthed. He is still gripping at Freddy's head except more tightly, not enough to do harm, it's not the bear way. Could be because he was the first one in on the action but there's a taste of pre-cum.]

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