orangetoughguy | log post II

[He laughs and looks away to shake his head only because he can't believe that he's up for it....but he is.]

Fine. Fine.

[Both hands go into his pockets fishing for coinage. Paws open to show his finds, looks like nothing that small.]

Want a candy bar?

[For the change.]

[Reliving the kind of childhood you never had, eh Lawrence Dimick? Because they didn't have videogames back in your boyhood days, it's okay to admit. Getting an idea but playing it cool the kid pats both paws on the other man's shoulders to steer him in other direction.]

No way, just for some loose change? There's gotta be something around here. It's a car wash.

[Yet another idea.]

Check the payphones by the john.

[There were plenty of other forms of entertainment. None of them involved a computer. Though Freddy gets so much joy out of it. His coins go into his pockets again. Smaller ones so they don't go falling out or some shit.]

You're right.

[Fine, since he was told to get the coins Larry heads down the small corridor. There are three phones between the mens and women's room. Even farther are some massage chairs and magazines and shit.]

[What's come over you, Newendyke? Oh yeah, it's Larry Dimick, Larry Dimick who knows he's not always top dog but somehow circumstantially that always seems to be the case. Plus the old man was real nice and honest last night and he did let Freddy ride around in the coupe, in more ways than one. He can't help it, something about the way he looks when he's dressed down, just his t-shirt and jeans, while shelling out big money to get a car shiny, really drives the kid kinda wild. Again, maybe it's just because he's Larry Dimick.]

Find anything yet?

[Freddy asks, hovering over the old man's shoulder, except he's not tall enough so more like hovering around the old man's shoulder. Still hovering closely.]

[Larry knows that feeling. He's being watched while he tries one pay phone then the other two. It's not a fascinating act. Either Freddy is about bursting at the seams to play his game or something is up.]

I don't think it's enough.

[Looks like he's got the equivalent of a nickel. He presents it to the kid between his pointer and thumb.]

Now what?

Huh. [Freddy's rubbing his chin thoughtfully at the single nickel of a coin.] I need more.

[He says as he snatches the coin from that paw only to flip it up and down in his own. Somebody's practiced the Harvey Dent gesture down to a T. Now the kid's just looking at him, really looking at him. Sandwiching him between himself and the door to the john. It's one of those single stalls he bets. Maybe a double, maybe, but a single is ideal.]

There's no bird.

[Orange reminds him because deep down he knows it's nothing against the bird so much as it is a liking to not have its chirpy commentary.]

[That right there is a good, healthy leer.]

More huh? Or get a new game.

[The silver shine of the coin glitters in his peripheral. Larry's focusing on his eyes. One slow step back and he opens the door.]

Nah. If I'm not mistaken that's the Hollies.

A new game? I'm pretty good at most of'em.

[Freddy counters like the expert he is, an expert leering creature maybe. The silver shine disappears when he pockets the coin. In they go, these green eyes are still kind of gleaming. Underneath it all he's kind of actually very glad Larry didn't show even a hint of distaste over Freddy mentioning the toucan at all. The Hollies? That's fine with Freddy Newendyke.

Click and the door locks. Occupied.]

Ever do it at a car wash?

[Honest question, really. No tricks up these sleeves.]

I'm thinking of one. And I've done it before.

[Locking the door huh? And suggesting it. Larry licks his lips in anticipation.]

Naw. We can fix that.

[Paws are on him. Two steps and they're chest to chest to door.]

You?

[The question is who's done it more often and better? No actually that's not much of a question at all because Lawrence Dimick is the best lay Freddy Newendyke has ever had. Maybe will ever have.]

Nope.

[Oof. Chest to chest, face to face, and what a lovely foe he is. His own hands run up a wildcat and over thick biceps. How Larry keeps those firm without ever setting foot in a gym is beyond this kid, unless the old man's been maintaining his silhouette in private. Something to think about. In Freddy's case, morning runs, ball games, working on cars, and excursions like this are all good enough to keep his frame wiry. He's got a hidden strength about him, don't you know? Case in point: those paws push along with his body to edge them towards the opposite wall.]

Let's fuck. [Freddy states the obvious before a hard kiss.] And I mean. [Another hard wet kiss.] I'm gonna fuck you.

[Heavy, heady words truth or not. Who knows if the old man could ever take it. Already he feels like a million bucks, shining and expensive read to get spent.]

Yeah? That what you want tough guy? Want to fuck me?

[Oof for him too with his back against the wall. Larry grabs two paws full of Freddy's shirt. Big man talking dirty. It's gonna get him hard in no time at all.]

Yeah I wanna fuck you.

[He breathes, keeping their volume low without sacrificing the want in his voice. Paws in his hair? Nothing doing. They can stay there while his own roam back down over a wildcat then over the front of his own jeans. He's undoing his belt, then his button, then his zip.]

But you're gonna suck me first. I bet you want to anyway huh? You wanna get me ready?

[Prove him otherwise, Lawrence Dimick. One advantage since living through a mess such as White and Orange did is knowing neither will do anything he really doesn't want to. It's okay to act rough trade when you know the other guy would gladly get down on his knees. Anyone else trying to force him? Busted jaw right there.]

Goddamn.

[He swallows while his mouth and throat are free.]

Which is better? Huh? You like it most in my mouth?

[Purposely he's licking his lips, leaning in to grab a kiss before getting down on his knees, spreading the fabric of pants. Right here in a fucking commode of a car wash.]

[That kiss finds Freddy giving the other man's bottom lip a firm but brief bite. No breaking the skin. It wouldn't be very kind to Lawrence Dimick would it? Freddy thinks back to how Larry was as a teenager, a little more naive, a little shy but eager. The last part hasn't changed one bit, at least not when it comes to the kid. Watching Larry pull his pants apart he can't help but feel fucking adoring of the bear. Freddy's careful to keep that smitten feeling out of his face. It would break his rough trade character.]

I like it anywhere inside you, baby.

[The words, the tone, it all sounds so fucking sweet, offset by the way Freddy takes Larry's chin in his freckled hand. Fingers curl like he's gonna clutch his jaw in a vice.] Cause you're such a tight fuck. You don't open up for just anybody.

[Right? It makes Freddy feel like such a fucking special man.]

[Damn. The kid wants it bad. He can taste it, feel it, hear it. Larry is catching up fast.]

Come on in.

[The way he's gripping his jaw he's not on that dick yet so Larry extends his tongue to lick.]

Would I want another dick inside of me? Stretching me to fit your fucking cock.

[One more lean there we go. Close enough to lick up and down the length of it.]

Would you?

[Honest question, no judgment, and no uttering of I won't get mad either. It can be a yes or a no, either way it's something else to learn about Lawrence Dimick. He's not that young eager glossy haired teenager on his couch anymore, a brief friendship to Freddy Newendyke. He was Mr. White first, and he'll always be the old man to this kid.

Fingers loosen before moving up into Larry's hair, stroking as steadily as he licks. Fuck it sends a shiver down the kid's spine. He's hard, real fuckin' hard. The music from the outside still filters into the commode, not as loud but audible enough to carry a tune. Sounds like a bunch of guys going on about Bernadette.]

Only with yours. Yours I want the most pounding the shit out of me.

[Honest answer that happens to go with the dirty talking. The old man has had other cock and been around the block, this turn with Freddy has been his favorite. The highs and the lows have been outstanding in their own right. Most importantly, it all keeps going. This ride has stops but no breaks.]

Mmmm. [That's for the more rough swipes of his tongue as he comes back to the tip. Brown eyes look up at this young, smug man with a mouth like a rough trade hustler. He makes a show of dropping his jaw and going down on him at last.]

That's sweet.

[Freddy replies, hardly patronizing of course. It really is nice and irresistible to the kid that Larry would consider taking it from another man, if only Freddy was involved from beginning to end. There's another thing they share in common. Fingers stroking through brown hair quickly turn into curling and tugging ones when his mouth goes down over his dick.]

Shit, man.

[He hisses as he tilts his head back slightly. This man really knows how to give head and despite being cherry when he met Mr. White, at least one thing Orange knows is how to judge good head. He's come a long way in a short time on giving it well too.]

[Pressure on his scalp and that hissing let the old man know he's doing well without any verbal compliments. He relaxes his throat and moves, fucking his own face on Freddy's cock before drawing on the tip with his lips. He loves this fucking kid. He should know it.]

Mmmmmm. [Low and muffled. The music is still playing. Chances are no one else is around the john or the phones, still there could be ears open. One paw grips at the kid's hip, the other rubs and kneads his balls. That mouth of his pulls to pay attention to them.]

That how you like it, baby?

[Hands still on him he returns the kneading motion with a slower grind to that fucking handsome face.]

Oh yeah, I fuckin' love it.

[Freddy breathes, near breathless already. Lawrence Dimick, big man he is, tough and fucking professional, really knows how to suck a cock.]

[The heady scent of his skin about knocks him for a loop as he hoods his cock again. Each movement is concentrated. The car may not be cleaned for a while but there's only one toilet right? Oh man, his cock is hard in his own jeans. A groan breaks over that organ between his lips.]

[Clutching his hair now that slow grind turns into a slow fucking of that mouth laced with the taste of Chesterfields and something distinctly Lawrence Dimick.]

You keep it up like that I might just come in your mouth, Larry.

[He thrusts a little harder, some unspoken way of saying and you don't want that do you? The old man deserves a little receiving on his end too. Just the one opposite his dick.]

[Larry slowly pulls back if those clutching hands allow them.]

That what you want Mr. Big Shot?

[Pant, pant open mouthed looking up at this man even as he leans a moment to lick at the tip of his cock.]

I'm so damn hard. I want you so bad. Anythin' I can get.

[Oh he lets him pull back, just enough to look at those worked up lips.]

Hell no. I wanna leave it up your ass.

[And then there's a shudder for the licking. Fingers curl tighter to pull (urge) Larry back up on his feet. Then he's pushing (directing) the old man over the bowl. It's not horribly dirty but it's no immaculate commode either.]

Bend over. Grab the pipes.

[Pulled up he is. The slight pain springing from the man handling only turns him on. Up on his feet and then turning around. Paws grab the pipes as he bends over. He'll even spread em too.]

Like that?

[As though he needs to ask. The Flamingos filling in the blanks between this rough talk. I only have eyes for you.]

Edited 2011-04-28 05:17 (UTC)

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