orangetoughguy | log post II

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...

[Close but not too close. Larry trusts Freddy with his life and then some. Pity Ma Dimick couldn't see that. There's more to this than destruction.]

Yes. [He breathes out a long hiss. No pain here just openly savoring. The leather presses into his skin, is this what it feels like to be reined like a horse? Pulled into motion he rides happily along. All that tension of the day is literally being fucked away.]

Like that, baby.

[A paw fumbles to reach back and touch him.]

[With the straps he's able to unloop one side and hold it in the other so that his fingers are free to intertwine with Larry's. That's the affectionate gesture in all this fucking, in the way he's got the old man bound like a horse, mounted and thrusting into him. That's the sin, supposedly, the decadent indulgence in something purely physical. But with Lawrence Dimick it's so much more than that anymore, and always kind of was when he couldn't admit it to himself. The truth is in the way Freddy clasps Larry's hand.]

I'm gonna make you come, baby, don't worry.

[He breathes and shudders, so deep his strokes are short but angled to beat on that prostate.]

[Tied and wound up by the man he likes, fuck, loves after all's been said and done is what keeps this rolling. (Not on a river like Ike and Tina.) He can't see one of his two gunning hands but Larry feels it white knuckling. It's a rough, beautiful ride.]

Do it [growling in his way like some beast without a care] get me good. [With his own shuddering breath drops his shoulders and grinds at contact. Sweat makes his hair curl. Precum wets his stomach and where ever else it might touch as it moves with their motion.] Almost. [TV still on? In the glare Larry catches a glimpse of himself and the cowboy mounting him. Fuck does he love what he sees.]

[The TV's still on but whatever it is the scene is set at night so seeing a glimpse of their reflection in it is perfectly possible. Freddy's not paying attention to that though, he's focused on fucking the shit out of Larry, using those reins, their clasping hands, to fucking drill into him. Having had the headstart so to speak he has to keep a tight lid on his own orgasm. Larry has to come first, further ruining their couch. It's in need of a proper wash anyway.]

Already? [Huff.] You like it that much? [Puff.] A cock up your ass?

[Like Freddy Newendyke is one to talk. He's more of a cocksucker than Lawrence Dimick but the kid seems to be the only guy who doesn't actually know it yet.]

Uh-uh huh.

[Now that he's seen how good they look his eyes are fixed on it. The grip that paw has on a flappy hand pulses a moment as he tries to keep it together a little bit longer.]

You feel [pant pant] so fucking right. [Larry swallows thickly.]

I love it, baby. [Man, he's got to tell Freddy except a moan comes out so fucking close.] Lookit us.

[No further direction than that. Sorry. The old man's writhing on the brink. Two more thrusting grinds and that's it.]

Edited 2011-05-11 06:11 (UTC)

Wh-what?

[Pardon the kid, he's starting to lose his senses in all this fucking stimulation too. Green eyes dart over in the same direction, noting only the flickers of their reflection on the screen. Somehow the fact that it's flickers and not a stable image makes it even more appealing. One second he's in, another second he's out, one second Larry's head is arching back, another second it's bowed. Fucking gorgeous.]

Shit. [Okay Newendyke you can't watch it for long. Finish this fucker off. He tightens his grip on the leather to really push into Larry, one two three, grind, one two three, grind. It's got the kid leaking precum all over inside him.]

Blow it Larry, make a fuckin' mess. [Or Freddy will first.]

[He blows it all right. Larry'd like to think that he could on command if Freddy wanted him to bad enough. A shaking, convulsing mess just for the kid. Since he can't be looking into the man's eyes he keeps his vision on the TV. Even when he can't see them clearly it's no loss because he's lost in it all. Muscles are holding and tighter around that hot hard cock his own is releasing come on himself and the couch.]

L-like that, tough guy?

[Panting open mouthed like a dog he grinds back however he can trying to stretch out the moment. Larry's only got one good turn in this condition. It doesn't escape his memory he was able to blow it more than twice before.]

Oh fuck. Fuck.

[Freddy breathes and gasps. Something difficult to control here when his dick feels like it's being clenched all around, which it is. He's desperately waiting for Larry to finish writhing first before he drops that leather strip to hold onto the man by the arms. That's how he's gonna fuck Lawrence Dimick to his own finish.]

Love it, cowboy.

[Those are the only words he manages to grunt out as his hips move, hard and fast followed by a solid thrust that pushes him flush up against Larry. He unloads every hot ounce he's got into that body. Teeth drag along his shoulder, not enough to break skin but definitely leaving a dark line.]

[Being on this end of a fuck with the kid is becoming more and more comfortable every time. Not that it wasn't before. Just not everyone gets to come in his ass with or without a rubber. It's all Freddy's now.]

All of it, Freddy.

[Tight grip on his arms that flex as he they grip the couch. He moves beneath the man urging him to is end. Larry freezes at the touch of teeth and from there cannot repress the shiver that breaks over him.]

Oh god.

[There it is. Hot semen on his stomach and groin and all of Freddy's in him. This is his life's choice. He fucking loves it.]

[Fucking hell he loves when Larry flexes too, all that hard muscle, the seemingly bulging wildcat. Yep, Newendyke, you are one massive homo. A little more writhing and grinding and he's pretty sure he's running on empty.]

Jesus Christ....

[If Ma Dimick could hear them and see them now. Freddy rests his damp forehead against Larry, lips pursing to kiss along hot skin back here.] Fuck...

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