orangetoughguy | log post II

[The window is up now. Though hopefully the speaker isn't that powerful.]

I've seen a time or two. Feeling it though...with nothin' else... [No kissing. No touching on Freddy. Who says he can't? Driving, even though they're not going anywhere quickly means he still has to use at least one of his hands.

Woah. Wait. Speaking of which. They have to roll forward a little.]

Get more lube in your hand. Work the tip like you're tryin' to screw something on.

[No pun intended. He puts up a pretty good effort of appearing calm putting the car into gear. Strike that. It is more like acceptably anxious. And then park. Finally. And out of the camera's shot.]

The rest of it, well, work the base like you're cocking a rifle. Keep it smooth, baby.

[Well, Freddy did tell him to tell him what he likes. The kid can't complain when the old man makes demands. Fff. He discretely slips his hand out from the hoodie again to add more lube. Now he's got two palms to work with seeing as how they're not quite angled at either camera and there's still two cars to go at the window. Longest fucking drive thru ever.]

I'm goin' back under.

[Freddy warns but he waits until after the car's put into park. There we go. As directed, one palm starts screwing the top while the other cocks the base, over and fucking over. Anyone who looks in is guaranteed to get a better idea of what they're doing...but no one's looking. Yet.] Come on baby.

[At this point for how long they've been waiting how are people not expected to fuck around?]

That's the way. [Larry's moving a little with it. Could be that a guy is getting comfortable in the car. Switching up a seating arrangement. He drops a paw to one of Freddy's forearms.]

Yeah. Oh fuck. Two seconds, babe.

[Lawrence Dimick is not and never will be a teenage girl or even a teenager again but the kid has that kind of an effect on him.]

One...

[Freddy starts counting only because he said two seconds. That hand is still cocking the base like he's pumping a rifle in one hand, which the kid has done before (blame wanting to look like an action superhero). The twisting palm is less dramatic in execution but no less firm, intense. He wants to make this old fuck come all over his hoodie and pants. Make a fucking mess of himself.]

Two.

[Drive-in or no drive-in, date or no date, Lawrence Dimick is not and never will be a teenage girl in Freddy Newendyke's eyes.]

[Grip tightens on his forearm. Larry can feel the muscles and tendons move together in that arm. Hairs brush over his fingertips when he shifts his grip. It's definitely the arm of a man. This fucking Freddy Newendyke. Here is paradise.]

Jesus fucking Christ.

[That gun goes off. Hard and fast. The old man wants to lean over and get is mouth all over that man like his load is all over his fingers. Guess that'll do for now.]

Yeah, big man.

That's it baby. Come all over me.

[Just because he's coming doesn't mean the kid is stopping. Those hands continue to work and work, albeit at a slow but still very hard pace. He's milking the fuck out of Larry, making sure each string of semen is out of his balls and all over his fingers. See, because after he feels the old man's spent, Freddy's gonna lift that hoodie up and make him suck them clean. At least one hand, come on now.]

Good job, tough guy.

Uh huh.

[Larry swallows so that he doesn't drool all over like a dog. He stops trying to fuck the kid's ands because he's doing a good enough job. Each and every time it's like he is draining the well dry. Like. And there's more than a little mastery in it.]

You got every fucking bit.

[Man. Now he feels like he'd go for a smoke. And food. One of those is still in the process though.]

Well I've had practice. Your turn.

[The kid raises only one hand up for the old man to lick down. Consider it a charitable gesture that Freddy's not making Larry take care of both hands before they can roll up to the window. That would look suspicious to other drivers after all. He's using the hoodie and those pants to wipe his other hand clean.]

[He's going to ask what he meant by turn but the hand says it all. No questions asked, he takes a good long lick. Brown eyes on green eyes as he takes one finger into his mouth slowly.]

Mmm.

[Direct eye contact is threatening to make the kid so damn hard but he maintains it anyway as one finger becomes two. He wedges a second into Larry's mouth in order to pinch at his tongue, fingers and muscle moving together.]

You're not gonna wash that all down with a coke are you? [The soda, not the snow, obviously.]

[That is kind of the point. The kid earned a payoff. Sure can't be right now. Not the way the old man wants to deliver it. Tongue pinched he lets it slip and writhe. And he'll push to touch between those two fingers. Is there a third dirty one?]

So. What if I am.

[Might not be distinct because of those fingers in his mouth.]

[Freddy gives a casual shrug before thrusting a third finger in the warm confines of his mouth. Oh hell is that just one more car left to get to the window?]

Just asking.

[That there might be a second round later on doesn't escape Freddy's thoughts either, though likewise he doubts it's gonna be right now. But for the moment, the kid thinks he's won this one.]

[Right you are, Sherlock. Larry can drive up one space wit a hand in his mouth.]

I like pop.

[Soda to you kid. He pulls off and swipes one lick across those three fingers.]

That good enough for you?

[Because there's mroe where that's from obviously enough.]

[After that last appreciative lick he dries the rest of his palms on the hoodie and Larry's pants again. A quick tuck, zip, and button's got the old man covered up like nothing's happened. Well, as far as Freddy's concerned they look 'right' enough to not warrant question, and this kid knows questioning.]

You mean soda.

[He counters just for comedic effect, regional differences. Nothing more.] Good enough, yeah, for now.

[If it looks like Orange plans to hold him to returning the favor later, he is. Though, wasn't his price the meal??]

No. I mean pop. Same difference isn't it?

[Sigh for those last final touches.]

Okay. More later. [That's a promise, kiddo. More of this consumable. Larry goes for a cigarette. And low, looks like they get to move up again.]

Got any cash?

[He's kidding. The old man always has something.]

[Even though he's dead wrong about the soda in this kid's opinion he'll still gladly light that cigarette for him. Click ffftt, he shuts the flame thereafter only to give Larry a look.]

No. Want me to go down on the kid at the window?

[It's all funny fun and games until they roll on up and see the window operator isn't the same kid as the speaker operator. The kid's teenaged looking, brunette, and cute. Almost too cute to be working at a fast food joint. Also, she's a girl.]

[Squuuiiiiint. The old man looks from the kid to the worker at the window. He gives her a smile and the needed coin amount. She grins back at them, maybe early in the shift to still have enough cheer.]

She your type?

[It's the shit eating grin that can't be taken seriously. Their cute, brunette server gets the shakes and float first.]

What? [Oh. Green eyes are looking that-a-way now, at the girl, only to narrow then look back at Larry.] No way. No way. Too young.

[And too female but that's beside the point. Just the thought of getting between her thighs...makes these recently cum-covered flappy hands even flappier.]

[Too young he says. Larry nods though he's about sure that there's more to it.]

You gotta point one out to me sometime that's about right.

[The bags rustle. Ah, the smell of food in the car after so long. It makes the bear's stomach growl.]

[Fortunately this kid, the scrappy dog kind, is pretty good with his words. The girl handling the window doesn't seem to notice (or care, maybe).]

Really? Cause I could, if you're into that you know?

[Into having a whole teenager between them--food. Freddy inhales the scent of fries and sandwiches and all sorts of things. He takes the drinks too, settling one in each cup holder while he keeps the shake in his hand to commence sucking down.]

You know what I'm into. [You.] I'm curious. We don't have to commit to no plans. Not if you don't want to.

[Larry's seen a few of his tapes though. And not just a few are full of cock.]

Fuck does that ever smell good. Let's get the hell out of here.

[Money paid. Drinks and food received? Yeah. Out of the drive-thru they go.]

[What does he say to that? The prospect sets the kid on edge only because he does want to indulge that curiosity and that makes him feel just a little bit shy. It's one thing to watch it on his tapes, it's another to get involved. That one time with Larry--the dopey one--doesn't quite count does it? Although it sure as hell felt fucking good.]

Okay, let's go.

[Freddy nods with a fry sticking out of his mouth like it's a cigarette. Easy does it, they'll get to that prospect when they get to it.]

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