orangetoughguy | log post II

[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...

[Something of a twitching wreck of a bear flexes and unflexes beneath him now. Empty or not grinding their sweat riddled bodies together feels beautiful.]

Mmmmmm.

[His mother would fucking hate it. Not just hate it, fucking hate it. Larry tries to catch his breath. Those kisses compel him to reach back again to touch at his hair or his shoulder.]

Amen, baby.

[Blasphemous? Sure. Ain't that what they are? This man slowly but surely coming down from his orgasm said a prayer hours ago. He's a lifesaver.]

[That paw on his head feels so good. He presses another kiss to his back.]

You're beautiful.

[And more slow grinding to really feel Lawrence Dimick. Fuck what his mother hates about it. She's not here anymore and Freddy has the right mind to think however she was yesterday was part of the city's trick. She couldn't know the things she did. It was a trick. She wasn't the woman Larry lost so long ago.]

I'm gonna pull outta you. [He whispers against the back of Larry's ear.]

[His fingers comb a few strokes then just get a hold of that long hair. Nothing harsh. Just holding it. Lawrence Dimick feels like a silver screen stunner when Freddy says shit like that. He's fucking Davy Crockett, Charles Bronson and Sean Connery all rolled up into one.]

Was gonna say the same about you.

[Really. When he remembered he could talk and not just silently marvel at how amazing he feels. Now the buzz of the TV and stereo are in the air. No woman is rattling on forever about this and that.

Sorry, Ma. I always was a trouble maker deep down. The answer in his ear is Freddy. That whisper makes him shiver again.]

Okay.

[Now there's a compliment, all those badass guys rolled into one? Who else is gonna think that way except for Lawrence Dimick? Freddy savors it just like he savors the hold in his hair. He'll purse his lips on his skin once more before slowly pulling apart. When that's accomplished though, Freddy just resorts to flopping on Larry kind of like a loaf.]

Mm. Not bad.

[As if any of his performances differ. Shit Newendyke there's a mess to clean, don't be lazy.]

[Pardon any noise he makes when they part. He can't help it. The kid filled him up and then some. Now laying here and staring at the TV is the best thing ever. Oh. Yeah they are fucking slobs.]

Not bad? S'cuse me.

[That's a joke by the way. Larry sighs happily and again reaches to touch Freddy's head.]

We should get up.

[And clean. Except he's not raring to move that much yet. Oops.]

[Slobs who at the very least do make an effort to heat up the spaghettios before eating them. Freddy also has the courtesy to shift a little so they have more room to sprawl on the couch near side by side. The kid stays on top for the most part.]

Sure. Later.

[Orange says as lazy as a rind slowly being pulled from the fruit.

[He's slippery enough to move and try to sandwich this Orange between the couch and White himself. Since he's gonna sprawl like that. As soon as he sees an ear and a portion of his nose he's on Freddy's mouth like a bear looking for honey. Later's perfect. So's right now. This is another token of appreciation.]

Smart ass son of a bitch.

[Calling the shots like a tough guy. The rind of an orange is white. On the inside of White is Orange right now. How about that.]

Look who's talkin'.

[Oh but he'll take that kiss gladly, and another, mouth open to take White into some of that Orange too. Talk about a riddle, or just you know, the simple truth.]

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