orangetoughguy | log post II

Cool I'd get to be creative.

[That's the last cocky remark he can fire off before whining from the way Larry just stops. Stops fucking cold. Sigh of course this is a real job but who can blame the kid for making that painful noise of brief displeasure. Stopping at this junction really leaves his whole fucking body on fire. Just wait, Newendyke. Just wait for it. He swallows.]

Black car. He's killin' the lights. Smaller than the first.

[Judging from the silhouette anyway this new guy is shorter, just as slim...bumpy. Wait what? When the driver steps out of the shadows it shows itself to be a woman with glossy black hair dressed in body hugging jacket and jeans.] False alarm. Looks like a friend.

Ain't you always?

[Fire is only the half of it. The old man is almost hurting to go from complete motion to circling his hips for a little relief.]

I see her.

[Bitch. Whore. Bad, bad timing.]

Might be here for goods. Some kind of a deal.

[Not yet. Except all he can think about his how perfect Freddy's body feels on the inside, how goddamn hard he is. This lady better be somethin'.]

Might be here for pizza.

[Meaning who cares let the women gossip over their pizza or something just start plowing his ass again please? Pretty please? Freddy is fucking dying here. He grinds with Larry, trying to maintain some semblance of that crazy action during the necessary stall. Up the lady goes, into the hallway, knocking on the door. Oh look they're talking. Whoop dee doo. Oh look they're--uh.....]

You're not gonna believe this. They're kissing.

[Not just friendly like on the cheek either.]

Wait? What? [Sorry, kiddo. He's twisting to try and see. Ooh man, maybe that's not a good idea. It only reminds him they're not fucking each other's brains out.]

Description?

[Those green eyes are sharper than his for the details. May as well know that she had a friend over. Yeah. Friend. Like they are friends who fuck, who love the ever loving shit out of one another so much that they pull this kind of a deal.]

Oh shit. Fuck it.

[Or him really. Hands under his thighs to grip firmly better to piston in and out of him.]

Ow. [You're lucky that's for his leg and not his ass or his dick, Lawrence Dimick. A little more squirming and he's managed to compensate for that twisting. Fff. Jerk.]

Maybe 5'8, 5'6 without the heels! Straight black hair, holy shit she's got her tit--fuck.

[His eyes narrow again for the sudden grip and fucking action going on. Freddy almost wonders if this jump in movement might have anything to do with the action going on in that apartment. Now he's feeling creative again. The kid's words are puffed between huffs and grunts.]

She's got her tit in one hand. [Gasp.] Looks like the other's--going up her skirt. She's the butch. [Clearly. Freddy swallows.] Shit man jerk me off.

[Okay. Now he can vouch for this sight. Though he's more enthralled with Freddy. Mission, as far as he's fucking concerned, is accomplished.]

She likes em big.

[Huff, huff. Now the windows are really starting to fog up. Grunt.] Oh fuck. In the hallway? [Paw wraps right around the kid, moving as fast as they are.]

Don't think it could feel as fuckin' good as this.

[Better get the job done before the windows are fogged up completely. Stopping to wipe them to keep an eye on those two wouldn't be pleasant for one Newendyke. They've stopped fucking for women one too many times. Not that Freddy hates women, let's get that straight again. Paw around his dick evokes a shudder from the kid. Now he's writhing on Larry's cock.]

Uh huh. In the hallway. She's takin' her hand back, lickin' the finger. They'll probably--[Moan.]--go inside to fuck. [Gasp. His voice is getting that reedy sound to it, a sure sign of Freddy about to come. Oh wait. There he goes.]

Oh fuck. Fuck me Larry. [And there it is, the heel leaving the back dash to scrape along the ceiling. It's still not making dents in the roof but damn Mr. White, you practically got his foot to touch it. His load is spilling between them, over thick fingers.] Hell no. [About two chicks doing it.] Hell fuck yes.

[About two dudes doing it in the back of a Bel Air Coupe.]

[The job is over and done. No more, no fucking more of that. All of his energy is gonna go into pleasure that's been riding on the sidelines far too long.]

No fuckin' way. [Oh man. How long has the old man been leaking precum? He's only just noticed now really throwing his back and the rest of him on into it. When Freddy demands it, it's like someone's electrocuting his insides.]

There we go. [Growling, his paw keeps vigorously milking out every bit of come he can get. It's a payout for both of them.] Goddamn beautiful. [His voice is low and rough. The kid said fuck him so the old man is riding him right through his climax damn close to his. Sweat and that hot load is dampening his clothes. Larry doesn't care.]

[Squeak squeak. Oh shit is the car shaking? Not that Freddy actually has the mind to stop the rocking and rolling. Is the song still on? INXS has probably moved on to make way for who knows what. Sounds like Culture Club come to think of it, what station did Larry put on??]

God. [He's not seeing heaven, it's not his time, but this comes pretty close to a happy death.] Are you coming in me, baby? Fuckin' come in me. [Pant.] Gimme everything you got.

[Freddy almost sounds like he's whimpering and whining there, begging like a damn dog for the old man's hot load. It feels fucking good okay? Barbie's guest is in the house but the girls are out of sight now. They keep the light on too. Bold, Barbie, real bold. The kid's writhing subsides, slowing to stretched out shallow gasps. His foot ceases scraping the roof to just sort of hang off Larry's shoulder.] Holy shit...

[To be honest, if it wasn't for the noise he figured it would be both of them shaking. Larry kind of misses the INXS song with this in the air. Small detail. Sweet, soothing kind of a tune doesn't seem to match.]

Uh-uh huh. [He's got a whine too because he's desperate for this man and all those sounds and moves that he does. One thick swallow as he presses nearer as though he'll pass right into the kid's skin.] All I got's yours. [One and two and there we go. Another hot load in the car, this one is only an internal mess.]

[Feeling that heat blow right inside him causes another small round of writhing and groaning from the kid. Green eyes are off that apartment (actually they have been since he came) to fall on Lawrence Dimick.]

Shit, Larry. You feel better leaving it all up inside me? [Fingers curl into his peppering brown hair to hold them forehead to forehead. Rabbit litter making at its finest. He tilts his chin up to steal a somewhat sloppy kiss.] Feels like you're tryin' to knock me up.

[The kid wets his lips. Sue him for talking a little nasty over Boy George. They have a balance between sweet and dirty to strike here.]

[Freddy won't writhe alone. Larry can't help it as he's flowing in the sensation. His mouth hangs open to breathe. He sure can kiss can't he? It takes his breath away in more ways than one. At first he can't speak to reply to those filthy, beautiful words so he nods and leans into the touch on his head.]

So much [pant pant] better. [Knock him up? Laughter rumbles out and it makes his gut shake. They aren't using any protection. At this rate, this often the kid is dead on. Okay, Dimick. See if you can laugh, kiss and breathe.]

I don't feel good without givin' what's owed to you. [A kiss could help wet Freddy's lips more.] Got so much in there, I woulda thought we'd succeed by now. Should we keep on trying?

[Just the way the old man shifts a little sends a shiver up and down Freddy's spine because they're still stuck together. Everything is so fucking sensitive to the touch. Another huff of breath against that mouth and the kid is laughing too.]

You carry your own weight around, I trust you to put in for half the mess you make..

[Like for child support and stuff. It's okay to laugh at it only because it'll never fucking happen thank Christ. Well, barring a curse, oh shit never even think about it Newendyke, just don't bother, don't fuckin' jinx it. Rubbing dirty blonde hair to brown hair now he shakes his head.]

Fuck that's a tight fit. [He means the car but other things can apply too.] Is your job done?

[Mmmmm. Being stuck together cooling after a good lay and sucking face isn't a poor ending.]

I put in, don't I? [Dirty talk only breeds more dirty talk. At least something's breeding.] Bout the same as I wanna get on out of it. [Mr. White, hardened criminal is surprisingly a giver at heart. He keeps on giving to Mr. Orange.] ...You'll get your turn. [For support. For his turn to bend over.]

Sure is. One for the books. [Other things. Come on, it's the dirty talk that's got him.]

Job's all done, tough guy. I'm all yours. [Without distractions or sharing because of the job, or the bird, or some so called friend. Paws smooth down his chest and empty cock for a moment making it flat against Freddy's belly then to his thighs easing his legs down.]

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Yeah yeah, you talk big. [Fingers run through that hair, combing affectionately. Is that Sinnead shedding two tears on the radio?] I don't really feel like going anywhere now. I'm a fuckin' mess.

[He says like Larry ought to know better but he also says it proudly too. Mmm another low sound for the paw rubbing down his body. Careful tough guy, rub it just right and his dick might wake up again. The sound he makes for his legs coming down is more like relief after a good stretch.]

When do you gotta take the car back? [Freddy asks while shifting again, getting more relaxed so Larry can pull out with ease.]

[That it is. For being a woman without any hair she's got a china doll face.] Here's a good place. [How can he not grind against him to emphasize. Yeah, he's spent but this has been incredible. Those hands touching his face seem to seal the calm.]

You're not a mess. In fact you look pretty fuckin' fine if I do say so myself.

[There's a bunch of proud in here. He rests his hands on the tops of his thighs now that they're not in the atmosphere anymore. Hands off the dick, he's got it. Though he'll gladly help out if it comes on back into action. For now though, he's gotta move on out. His breath hitches. Freddy was right, tight fucking fit. There we go. This doesn't mean that he has to vacate his lap.]

Tomorrow evening. I promised I'd get it detailed too. So you and me could take it out for lunch.

[If he wanted to. Hey, that's an outing out of the apartment...and the bird. Always a man with some kind of a plan. Face to face he kisses the kid's chin and the tip of his nose before going long, deep and slow on his mouth.]

You've already fucked me, you don't need to lay on the flattery.

[That's a joke, Lawrence Dimick. He ought to know Freddy enjoys his gentleman manner but he's not gonna act ladylike about it. Those paws are so fucking soothing though he's got to sigh low and steady before groaning when the other man pulls out. Separated, his legs come down to rest limply on the seats. They make room for Larry to stay where he is too.]

That sounds nice. [Kiss.] Lunch out in a coupe. [Another kiss. Longer. Deeper. Breathe.] Think Sam sticks his head out the window like a dog?

Oh yeah. That's right. I about forgot.

[There's a light shove as though physical contact isn't wanted or needed before plunging back into his mouth.]

Mmm? ...you'd want to bring the bird along?

[Be cool, Dimick. Be cool. Freddy likes the bird. That's how it goes. There's time to recover.]

Oof--mmph... [That's a pleased sound in case you're wondering, Mr. White.] Rusty memory.

[Freddy licks his lips which probably includes licking Larry's too.] Why not? Let'im get outta the place too. Once in a while don't hurt.

[A pause as the kid considers. The old man doesn't sound as enthusiastic] We can get the car detailed after in case he makes a mess.

[There should be more sounds like that.]

Wouldn't he fly away or something? [Hate for you to lose him sounds like it would be over the top. Already he feels as though it's too much. Larry can't just let it go either.] I dunno. I like it with just us.

[Should be easy to take, right? Right? At least there's no third wheel to give lip in this situation like a certain former friend. Or something. Right?]

I took him out to lunch before, he didn't go anywhere.

[But Freddy's getting the feeling it's not just concern for the bird, Larry doesn't want the bird to come along at all. Ah there we go, I like it with just us. The kid smiles a little, it don't bother him that Mr. White prefers time for just two. Seems fair. As long as it isn't something personal against the toucan...is it?]

He don't bother you does he?

[Have a kiss to your jaw, old man, cause this kid wants to believe the answer is no.]

[The mental picture of Freddy in public with the parrot on his shoulder should not be in the City. It should be on vacation on a beach on an island. How conspicuous is guy without a name with a parrot anyway? The texture of his lips on his jaw makes him feel guilty. Don't bullshit, Mr. White.]

I'm beginning to think that I'm not a bird person.

[Perfectly acceptable statement. He should ease into it. At least it isn't a shocking revelation about his identity.]

[Another brush of his mouth to that jaw before the kid tilts his head back just enough to get a look at Larry. He's being honest isn't he? Don't kid about the identity thing either, that's a whole different ball game compared to not being a bird person.]

You don't like Sam?

[For how long? The bird's been with them for over a week. Has Larry been holding it in since Day 1? Has Sam done something to get on his nerves? Has Freddy? Is it the noise? The space? The money? The kid's never had a real pet to call his own before, much less a pet in a place he calls home with someone else who isn't family.]

[The old man looks back into his face. There shouldn't be too much to ask to talk it out mano y mano.]

Now, I don't hate the guy. He hasn't done me any wrong. [Let's put that out there right now.] I just don't like him as well as you do.

[Enough to want to see him all the time, every day. Hear those noises.]

[Oh. Well that's not so bad. The kid shrugs.]

That's okay. I like a lotta things you don't like as well. [Or like at all really. Those fox dog paws rub over the old bear's back.] You don't like him well enough to take him out for a car ride?

[It's not a trick question, Lawrence Dimick. Would Freddy Newendyke trick you when he's resting under you well fucked?]

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