orangetoughguy | log post II

Freddy-! I'm not gonna be able to last if you--[Yes, everyone knows at this point if the copy says it out loud. His fingers curl into Freddy's hair.]

Suck it, kid. Give it to him good.

[Larry works his cock faster, harder in his hand rubbing the tip. His own is grinding and sliding for all he's worth. The copy is a good gauge for how much longer he'll last. Is this what Freddy had in mind when he wanted this? Because it isn't always so damn loving. Blame it on the third even in his simple way is absolutely adoring Newendyke.]

[Just as planned.] Mmhuh.

[It's like making that teenage bear come all over again. He motions for the original to slow down a little bit just so he can relish in taking the copy's load in his mouth. Nothing against Lawrence Dimick either but because this one doesn't smell like cigarettes it's a sure sign he doesn't smoke or drink at all, which leaves his semen tasting different, more palatable. Now that's what you call a perk. Freddy doesn't even think twice before he swallows and takes a gasp of air. Another gesture and he wants Larry pounding him raw.]

[The original Mr. Dimick is keen to these motions. Even if he's calling the shots Freddy is the one in charge. No doubts or questions. He slows up as asked, fuck though its hard to so much his hips are shaking with strain. Plain to see why though, look at him savoring. The copy too. Oh man, he's throwing his head back and holding Freddy while he comes, shaking and moaning not bothering with anything obvious. When he's done he slowly pulls away, stroking the kids hair and touching his face.]

Thank you, that was wonderful.

[With a thick swallow from the original old man, he calls for the copy to get down and finish sucking Freddy off. No talking out of him. Besides, he's racing to the finish hoping to fling the kid first. The moment those non-smoking lips wrap around cock that's when he really falls back into the motion.]

Like that, tough guy? Huh? Gonna fucking fill you right on up.

[This is so much better than those flings he had all those years ago. He cares about the other parties and fuck, it's more heady. They're all noisy. Senses are running amok without drugs too. How about that.]

Don't sweat it. [He says, breathy and still tasting that load on his tongue. Oh shit he's shuffling down, they're practically sixty-nined. Oh fuck his mouth is on him.]

Oh God. [Back arching, bodies impacting. The kid is fucking yelling now. Chirp chirp chirp. Oh hey a piece of papaya Sam forgot was there! The bird ceases the noise briefly to peck at it. Meanwhile Freddy's hands grip the copy's thighs as Larry's pounding practically brings him down to his elbows. That roman nose is nestled somewhere around his spent cock, cheek pressed to his evenly tanned skin as he starts to come in the copy's mouth.] Fuck man I'm fuckin' losin' it!

[Yep that's more yelling followed by writhing and thrusting as the hot messy load goes down. Hopefully the clone's got it under control unless Larry's taught him to swallow whether he likes it or not.]

[There's that noise again from the bird. What is that even? It's distracting from the cries that Freddy's making. Oh man does the old man love those. The copy must too he figures, if not well, he can't say. He's too busy swallowing because that's what the kid did, in his head that's just what you do. It sure is hot and messy, bitter in his throat but he still swallows.]

Yeah, baby. Go on. Lose it in my mouth. I want it so-[woah man, Larry's seconds away from his end. He's going for it grinding his way through Freddy's orgasm until blowing his load all over his prostate.]

You're fucking beautiful.

[More loud moaning that gets only half buried in Larry's thigh. Poor clone, hopefully the taste doesn't make him unhappy because that would make him a sex slave and Freddy's not that deviant nor that kind of guy. At the moment though he's really not thinking much about it, having Larry driving onward in his ass sort of occupies his entire body. When he feels that flood of heat it's just another reason to groan and whine, like he's in pain which is far from the truth.]

Holy shit... [Freddy manages to rasp. Sorry no poetry here, at least not yet.]

[The clone figures that must be what it tastes like, and he sucks until there's nothing left. Only then does he pull away panting. His paws rub the kid's stomach up to his chest watching it rise and fall quickly.]

Good, good shit, cowboy. [No more thrusting, only a slow grind to soak in the rest of the feeling.]

Holdin' on, okay? Ready for more?

[Teasing, Freddy. He's just fucking with you. Damn, right here in their living room in front of the bird. Oops. Larry leans over the kid to kiss at his back some.]

[Paws all over him, a dick still inside him, kisses on his back, shit if only he could squeeze out another load. Freddy doesn't doubt the possibility but right now he feels way too fucking spent to even give a verbal response. 'Har dee fuckin' har' would fit in perfectly.]

Fuck... [You. Oh wait they just did that. He brushes floppy hair out of his eyes by shaking it against the clone's leg.] How're you doin'?

I feel very good, Freddy....except very tired. I don't know if I can move. [Clone bear is panting. His paws move to touch his hair half hold him to his body.] You feel great to me.

[Larry on the other hand is simmering himself.]

Think he should be okay tomorrow, don't want to wear the guy out. [Talking about the clone, like he himself isn't tuckered out by it.] I'm gonna start pullin' out, tough guy. You ready for it?

It's cool, don't worry about it.

[He says to the copy except if the copy is tired then who's gonna organize the albums and make dinner, eh eh? Unless the clone has superhuman recovery time, that'd be a kick. Up on his hands again now the kid nods for the old man to pull out.]

Take it a slow.

[Freddy advises without giving due reason, Larry ought to figure out by now his rear didn't get red out of nowhere.]

Slow it is.

[Nice and easy. That ass is a cherry red, begging to be taken care of. Larry sighs out raggedly.]

Freddy, I love you.

[That's comin' out of the mouth of the clone. It makes the original Larry laugh a little.]

[Another slow deep sigh for the pull, hot damn. Er, but the words coming out from beneath him kind of come as a surprise. Really clone, really? The kid actually feels flattered on top of feeling a little silly. He carefully brings his other knee over to turn and sit on the floor. Slow and steady wins the race.]

Thanks Larry, I love you too, and so does Larry.

[Say the words, Dimick, or get an elbow to the gut. If Freddy had to handle reciprocating affection for a duplicate then so do you.]

[Woah. Really Freddy? Really? Larry rubs a hand over his face to pull away some of the sweat, maybe to also hide his expression. Does he really have to say that he loves himself? But the clone is different enough to be someone else, how can he love that? Looks like he's going to get an elbow in the gut.

In the meantime though the clone is sitting up, looking the kid in the face.]

Now I know for sure why Larry likes you so very much.

[Can he be more dopey? Can he?]

[Nudge nudge nudge. Hehehe now that's funny to this kid. Also, he shrugs at the copy, sort of a "What can I say?" gesture.]

Skip fixin' the albums. Just work on gettin' dinner together.

[Freddy says to the copy with a smile, effectively cutting him a 'break' of sorts.]

What's not to love?

[Says the old man at last. He can only take so much brutality to the gut.]

One big happy...whatever.

[With an "Okay, Freddy" delivered with the goofiest smile the copy is getting dressed again. Larry shells out the money and writes down what he wants and what he remembers that Freddy wants and gives it to their errand boy. Oh and he has to make it perfectly clear where the Italian place is...with a refresh of the rules. No names. No bull. Don't be followed.

Is this what it's like to be a parent? Sheesh. Worse yet he sometimes wonders if the copy is reflecting his worst traits when he was younger. Yeah, he believes he's that much of a dope back then.]

Edited 2011-04-21 02:20 (UTC)

Don't think too hard about it.

[If you don't then I don't have to either, that said to the original bear. There's a pat pat to that gut too as the errand boy hops to getting himself decent for an outing. He's not simple minded enough to go out without pants or anything, er...right?]

[Good, good meal. The original ol' bear is on the couch, lounging and having a smoke. While he's mellow he's not done for the night. The clone on the other hand, well, he's been dragging since dinner. A shower than sleep was what he asked for.]

He's sure been in there for sometime. Maybe he fell asleep.

[Puff, puff on a Chesterfield.]

Water's still running.

[This is said at you, Freddy. Though...is someone talking?]

Guess I better check on'im before he floods the place.

[Freddy suggests before getting up from the couch. Hop hop, Sam who's been let out again switches perches from the dirty blonde kid to the peppered brunette old man. STARE.]

[Smoke between his lips he readily stares back at the bird. Weird little thing. What's with the staring? Is he trying to make a point? Oh. Must be the double business right now. Yeah, that's it. Except he was staring quiiite a bit before.]

Freddy!

[That's heard much more clearly from the bathroom. Once the door opens the room is filled up with steam from the hot shower. The glass from the shower door is partly opened, a paw is holding on to it white knuckled.]

Hey hey, what's wrong. Are you okay?

[Oof, waving steam away doesn't help much but he's making his way over to the shower. At least there's no flooding. As for Sam, look he's a toucan, what else is he supposed to do? Use that beak for evil? Cuz he could.]

My legs are gone! [Right you are, in fact he doesn't have much of a torso from the looks of it, just arms that are trying to keep together though there's some sort of a goopy quality. His face isn't looking so good either, something like melting butter.] I don't know what's happening! I'm scared! Help!

[As for the other Larry, he is properly engaged in the staring contest. The rushing water hides the copy's cries which aren't as strong as they could be. Just...what is so interesting about the old guy to look at. If he were a person it'd be because they're the same species. Larry doesn't have any fruit or any bird toys.]

HOLY SHIT!

[Scramble scramble. Oh fuck it must be midnight. What a cruel trick this city plays, he hopes it doesn't hurt. Without thinking twice Freddy reaches into the shower to take...what's left of the copy into his arms.]

It's okay buddy, it's okay! Close your eyes for me man, you're gonna be okay!

[He hopes to God this is over soon. Soon please. Soon and painless.]

Freddeggghhh.

[He's trying to hold onto him like he was to the sliding glass door of the shower except his paws aren't working like they did hours ago. Breathing is more like a bubbling motion.]

Mmm scaaarreddd.

[Once those eyes close, they can't open again.]

Whatsssh happenenugh?

[By this time Larry, the real unmelting Larry, comes into the bathroom. What the fuck could be making all of the noise? He comes on into the bathroom to see a fleshy mass of something falling apart in Freddy's hands.]

Jesus fucking Christ!

It's okay buddy. It's gonna be over soon.

[The words coming out of his mouth are hard to swallow but at the same time this whole ordeal is so bizarre it's gruesomely comical. When the copy is nothing but a puddle getting washed down the drain he almost acts on pushing the stopper just to save the clone some dignity. Fucking bizarre.]

What time is it?

[He asks Larry, the real one, when he comes in. Always best to make sure, just because. Sam flaps his way in too to perch on the edge of the sink curiously.]

Fregh... scaregh...

[That's all the copy can say now. What was a mouth is about shut. As for limbs they're not there anymore. Larry stands blinking and about dropping his cigarette. What? Oh. Question.]

It's about 11:59... Fellas got a minute.

[And counting. Now it's only goop. No eyes, no ears or mouth or anything looking like a person at all. Just. Goop.]

Damn. Melted like the fucking witch from Oz.

[Hey look the bird can stare at something else.]

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