orangetoughguy | log post II

[Lips purse to tighten that seal just a bit and when they separate they purse into a mild boyish frown. Don't whine, Newendyke, there's more to come.

Would Ma Dimick take kindly to there being lube on the coffee table like that? Honestly. When Larry lets up Freddy moves to get up, taking what's left of his clothes off with him. He also takes care not to stomp on an action figure or two. Aaaand flop back down on the couch, completely naked, completely hard. Now then, green eyes looking up and down that firm clothed body he's already considering the many ways to fuck. First though:]

Strip off. I wanna see all of you.

[Ma Dimick didn't like the clutter. She didn't keep an analytical eye there. Two men living together sleeping in the same bed...which Larry did because he needed to at least be that close...there's enough to see. Seeing Freddy sit there in the buff it makes it all worth it.]

Gonna turn the music on too?

[It's a tease but it doesn't surprise him one bit if it happens. The old man lifts up his shirt from the bottom hem up over his head at a moderate pace.]

Okay.

[You asked for it, Lawrence Dimick. While the old man's working his clothes the kid decides to reach for the stereo remote and pop that shit on. Who's on shuffle now? It sounds orchestral at first, distinctly a strings beginning. Hah, Freddy knows what this one is so it's gonna stay. He leans back to watch Larry peel, waiting to see if the other man is gonna recognize the tune and work with it.

Sailin' away on the crest of a wave...it's like magic.]

[Rollin' and ridin' and slippin and sliding....it's magic fucking hell. It's gonna stay that way. The plain cotton tee drops to the floor. This kinda tune makes the old man sway a little to and fro. The belt is next slipping out one loop to the other.

Would Freddy ever go to a show like this? No ladies dancin'...they have those in Vegas. Some trip they'll take someday. Until then Larry will spoil him on this home grown talent. Or not. Belt undone.]

Will you be needing this?

[Whether or not he's had more than his fair share of asking.]

[The swaying causes the kid to kind of snort over mild laughter. No really he's enjoying it, he just finds it funny too. Wouldn't the old man feel the same? These hands reach out to take the belt from him.]

Maybe. I like keepin' some options open.

[Freddy explains in a most casual manner. As for shows, well, he wouldn't oppose it one bit but the truth is he's never been to one so he'd probably be just a little shy. With Larry at his side though he can do anything.] Keep goin'.

[This is a good show.]

[Larry lets the leather slip from his fingers.]

Okay, cowboy.

[Even if they don't use it at all it's a thrill of a possibility.]

You got it.

[Fingers to the button and fly. Nice and slow though the rest of him is keeping up the not quite dancing motion. He'll turn to one side, peeling the denim to one side then the other.

He hadn't heard this song in so long.]

[At least Freddy wasn't less than 5 years old or something when it came out. He was old enough to really start developing a taste for music. Of course some of that included Iron Maiden too. Don't judge.]

You're real good at this too you know.

[The kid remarks with fingertips sort of waving over Larry's whole routine.] You ever do this professionally?

[Lawrence Dimick as a young stripper, it's not beyond imagination. He's seen that young bear's body, who wouldn't want it gyrating in their face, man or woman? Of course he hasn't forgotten most of those men with similar tastes at the time weren't exactly the openly appreciating type either. Times are different.]

[Even if he wasn't born in the time some sweet record was released the kid has a taste for old things.]

Now you're just saying bullshit.

[The old man turns to face the Rodeo Queen and the stereo as he pulls at his waistband back to front.]

No. I just like to dance.

[And caught an idea of what kinda moves were good for what occasions.]

I don't think I'm that good.

[Back around he goes as his pants slip low to his knees.]

[Blame Jack Kirby and Stan Lee and all those other old guys who were penning amazing stories before Freddy was born. Some kids have an appreciation for that and that appreciation happens to extend beyond just comic books. Music and movies for one. Also people as his company will prove.]

I'm callin' it like I see it.

[Freddy explains followed by a shrug of 'Don't believe me? Too bad.' See for once the kid ain't lying.] You could do it professional but I gotta be honest I wouldn't know how to pay you.

[There it is, his ass, his dick. Beautiful everything.]

[Whatever it is. He's fucking grateful for it. Part of what brought em together.]

Because you like what you see.

[Now for the briefs they can't stay on. Not when he's talking like that.]

You're smart guy. I know you'll find a way. I wanna get paid in full.

[Down the briefs go. Rushing to the end but can anyone blame him? Freddy's erect, laying there before his eyes.]

I love what I see.

[Freddy corrects for Larry's benefit. Oh are they both completely naked now? Seems like it. Except Freddy still has the belt in his hands, pondering how to use it. Roughly, practically, harshly? One wonders what the other man is up to after a visit from his mother. Maybe it's the visit from his past that makes him need this even more. And Freddy's always willing to oblige. He gets up on his feet to vacate the cushions.]

Get on the couch, face down. [That means not on all fours, Lawrence Dimick.]

The feeling is mutual.

[To put it lightly. Brown eyes darken with this kind of talk. Whatever the kid can dish, that's what the bear wants. He wants to feel every bit of right now. This is his choice. It feels amazing..]

Like this?

[Face down. The couch could stand a little TLC but who gives a fuck. They can buy another one. Larry can spend his time, money and body on whatever he wants. That's what grown men do.]

Just like that, baby.

[Like it's a massage table and Freddy here is gonna help both of them get a happy ending. A little click sounds the opening of the lube while someone in the background sings about being your boogie man, KC style. Freddy climbs over Larry to straddle his thighs. He's careful not to put much weight where his dick might suffocate under them.]

Now I'm gonna get you greased right.

[Fingers first, one then two, but not beyond the middle knuckles. Freddy can tease too.]

[Lying like this is another act of trust. Oh and that he's fully expecting this man to fuck him. Good old tunes on the radio keep his mood high. That weight on him gets his skin humming with anticipation.]

There we go.

[Steady sure fingers however teasing feel wonderful. Don't mind him grunting in frustration.]

You know you're good at that?

[That's a good sound. He wants to hear more. A little more pushing then he's curling his fingers to press against his prostate.]

How good?

[Oh yeah, he's totally asking because he can. Because Lawrence Dimick trusts him and Freddy Newendyke trusts Lawrence Dimick. He'll get to the fucking part eventually.]

[The extra pushing has him letting out a moan. His legs spread wider trying to push back on his fingers. The kid knows right where to get him.]

Fuckin' [gasp] wonderful.

[And it's got the man shaking. His arms stretch forward with his paws sliding flat over the cushions.]

As long as you're happy.

[Freddy remarks again, chipper and almost overdoing the willing-to-please-tail-wagging-dog act. It's more like a tease to do it this way but eventually his fingers vacate to coat his own dick.]

I'm gonna put it in you. How fast do you want it, inch by inch? A little in and out first? Or the whole thing right away?

[Dirty talk to stall, to get him begging for it.

You know [gulp of a breath to hold back the whine when Freddy retreats] I don't need you up in my ass to be happy. Just an added bonus.

[Which means that he still very much wants the man's cock.]

I don't care, baby. I want you.

[He'll even hitch up his hips higher.]

That's sweet, so if I said maybe we could just eat salsa and cuddle you'd be okay with it?

[Freddy asks, giving a tilt of his head because he knows Larry wouldn't approve. That's just how it goes. Hey hey don't hitch those up. He smacks his palm flat on one side of the old man's ass to keep him down.]

You're gonna get me, Larry.

[And then he leans into the old man, slow and steady but without pause.]

[Oh fuck no. That cannot be in the plan. Anything else is murder. Freddy Newendyke has that kind of power over this big ol' bear.]

No.

[How's that for a response? Honesty comes spilling out in his desperation. Larry tilts his head to one side to try and get a look at that man behind him even with a smack. The pressure and heat that he craves is right there.]

Oh goddamn.

[Hips lift again welcoming a smack.]

That's it baby, take the whole thing in one sitting.

[In in in until he knows he's as far as he should go while Larry's trying to accommodate him. Truth be told these days they're so in tune one knows when to stop before he begins crossing the line between pleasure and pain.]

You like it, huh? Up your tight ass?

[Freddy's bent over him, practically lying on top of him to kiss his back. Another one of those truths, he's just not big enough to sprawl all over him like a bear can do to a fox. Doesn't make things any less fun though.]

Gimme it all.

[The steady continual movement isn't too much. Damn Freddy knows his body so damn well. Relaxing and accepting that girth in him.]

Fuck I love it.

[Pressed between the couch and the fox isn't a bad place to be. His cock is under him, hard still.]

Nothin' like your cock.

[Feels like a dish laid out.]

Good.

[Have a single hard thrust for your troubles, Lawrence Dimick. Freddy has to sit up though for what he wants to do next. Still buried in the old man somehow this kid manages to balance himself without pulling out, and still drag the belt back over. He slides the leather strip under Larry before looping each end a couple times around his own palms.

Voila, makeshift sling harness. Actually it's just to keep Larry still practically faced down on the couch but without the risk of hurting his dick. Freddy would not want that kind of casualty at all. He happens to really really like Larry's dick. Now then, with the set up in place he grinds against his ass.]

Comfortable?

[Shit it takes every fiber of will power he has to not start fucking him outright.]

[He's very grateful for that single thrust. Now they'll get down to business right? Woah. Wait. Feeling the leather against his skin is very unexpected.]

What're you up to?

[The pulling effect hoisting him up just so, holding him at an angle. He has to blink a few times to marvel at this.]

Nngh--[speak man, he asked you a question] Uh huh. [Excuse him for not being so articulate. He's focusing on the terrific sensation of that grind.]] Come on, man.

[The grinding alone isn't gonna do it.]

[The leather's situated just under his balls too. One wrong move and something immensely good could become immensely bad. But Larry trusts Freddy doesn't he?]

What's that? Oh, yeah sure.

[Believe it or not nonchalance is a very hard act to maintain when your dick is buried in a tight ass, a tight ass belonging to someone you greatly admire too. Breathe kid. He pulls out halfway then pushes forward, back then forward again until he's settled into a deep thick rhythm.]

Jesus, Larry...

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