orangetoughguy | log post II

I was just gonna plow my way into your ass but I think I'll make you suck my dick first. Gotta make it ready cuz I ain't gonna hold back.

[Hot branding words get the man leaning closer. That's not a counter grind. Fuck though he can feel Freddy smuggling a rod in his pants.]

It's the price you gotta pay, you smug motherfucker.

[That's what the kid is. Christ, can't get enough of him. Larry takes a bite at his lower lip because that's not a kiss. His teeth drag back as he steps back, still holding his collar as he pushes him down.]

On your goddamn knees.

[So much for upping the ante. Larry is keeping the pace pound for pound and it makes the rod in his pants fucking hot, just thinking about getting fucked by this man makes him ravenous. Still though Freddy is gonna maintain his smug motherfucker facade. Licking his lips again only gets a bite in return. Fuck he could just come right then and there. Freddy's fingers drag downward along Larry's torso until he's settled on his knees. Now his fingertips are at the old man's waist and they start undoing his trousers with deliberate precision. He's looking up at Larry with the complete opposite of a defeated expression. This green eyed little monster wants to suck on it.]

You talk big. I bet it's anything but.

[On the contrary Orange knows White is packing something on the bigger than average side.]

I don't know what kind of gorilla cock you've been swallowing but I think it's a big piece.

[An already dirty mouth keeps sinking to new depths in the gutter inspired by Ready Freddy. Blame it on the way he turns up his nose looking like a prince even though he's on his knees. The shit Lawrence Dimick makes him do.]

Come on. Get it out. Don't start a staring contest.

[Larry lets go of his collar to grab a healthy handful of his hair.]

I've never had black dick before.

[Don't think for a second he doesn't know what the old man means by gorilla cock. But Freddy explains to Larry like it's no thing because the dick he has had pleases him just fine. The thought of it in the future however, as a third party...well those thoughts don't belong in this scenario.]

Okay.

[He says 'submissively' before those hands pull apart the closure of his pants to reach past layers of fabric to whip it out. Freddy holds it like he just found the prize in a cereal box. The kid gives it a lick, letting the head just sit on his bottom lip.] What am I gonna do with it?

[What does he do with it? Like he doesn't know. The old man can see it in his eyes.]

Open your mouth and suck it.

[The other paw rubs his pointer, middle and ring finger over Freddy's lower lip.]

Be glad I'm not from Africa.

Tell me why.

[What does Lawrence Dimick know about Africa and black cock that he's willing to share with Freddy? He won't pressure him for details of course. How can he when his lips are parting only to purse over the head of his dick. Down the shaft he goes but only halfway, for now.]

Because you wouldn't be able to breath and then it might hurt for fucking days.

[Larry gasps and can't speak more from there. At least not instantly. Since it's just them than he can pant as loud as he wants. How long is this kid's hair anyway? It makes such a great handle.]

Like that. Hah. You said you're acting like you didn't know how.

[So Larry believes what they say about them too huh, or maybe Larry's just getting into character. Who knows. Freddy doesn't, but one day he plans to find out, with Lawrence Dimick.]

Mm, your dick's not so bad.

[The kid says along the shaft after pulling his mouth off, only to hood it once more. He goes down farther than he did before, palms holding onto the old man's balls for some stability. His hair's not too long having recently been trimmed, but it's definitely not cropped closed to the ears like most cops are.]

Less talkin'. Remember you got a debt to pay.

[No one needs prompting. Just keeping in character. Though this character in this moment is very close to the real man that he is.]

Like how it feels in your mouth? Huh?

[There's a hair pull for his trouble.]

Augh-- [Freddy sounds from the pull. A little rough ain't he? But the kid asked for it and shit if he didn't have his hands on Larry's dick he'd be whacking off himself. Saliva drips down the old man's shaft to drop on the floor.] Nuh uh...

[He's a lair, he loves it. He'd say so if it wasn't taking up the entire length of his jaw, towards his throat. Freddy bobs his head up and down, either simulating getting his face fucked or encouraging Larry to do it. Could be both.]

No? Maybe you ain't tasting it right.

[Invitation happily accepted. Holding his head still he starts a slow fucking.]

Yeah.

[He pulls on Freddy's hair, not as hard but with the motion as though he has to prompt him to move with him.]

Imagine. This is gonna be up your ass.

Mmff...

[Dick in his mouth, so far back he might just choke on it, the kid really has no room to talk. He can't confirm or deny those assertions but who honestly needs to know? Larry has the right idea. Fucking Mr. Orange's face, this is the kind of thing he imagined when they first met. Something about the way Mr. White looked, the way he talked, how he moved. Everything. And soon this cock is gonna be up his ass, fuck how Freddy loves taking it up the ass. With Lawrence Dimick he has no problem admitting it.]

Auuhh--

[Somehow he can still breathe even though he's getting a little sloppy with his saliva, but that means Larry's getting thoroughly lubricated right? Freddy takes his hands off the other man to start undoing his own pants. The kid can't take it anymore, either he starts whacking off now or Mr. White bends him over.]

[This is the shit that fills dreams. It's surreal and another day in their lives.]

Okay, tough guy. Get the fuck off of me. Get up.

[Hah. As the authoritative figure he has the right to grab a hold of his wrist with that hand in his pants.]

So you're ready for the next step. I think you're a damn liar, you've done this before.

[Face to face for a moment. Larry roughly rubs away some of the saliva. Is that too tender? The moments gone and he's shoving down the kid's pants completely.]

[Oof. Freddy flashes a brief faux-moment of resentment for the way he pulls his wrist, effectively preventing him from touching himself. Up on his feet Freddy keeps his green eyes narrowed to maintain a semblance of defiance. One of those gestures is clicking his teeth as if he might bite Larry for rubbing away his saliva. It's a sweet gesture, don't get him wrong.]

What if I have? Do you think you can do better, think my ass can't take it?

[Whoa now. His pants dropping down like that show off his own erection, and it's pretty fucking hard. But let that not distract the kid from leaning up eye to eye, to present his challenge. For emphasis he takes hold of Larry's cock firmly and without warning.] I'll have you coming faster than a fuckin' speeding bullet.

[There are dirty words on his tongue and they disappear like sugar. Yeah, he is ready and raring to go. That hold threatens to make him come.]

Fuck!

[He swallows and shoves Freddy's shoulder. Don't look desperate.]

Talk, talk, talk. Turn around and bend over.

[Aw he's not a cruel kid. Freddy releases him to drag a fingertip up that short soft trail. Sometimes he wonders if Lawrence Dimick was born with it or if he trims. He'll never really need the details, he's happy with the way Larry is.]

Make me.

[He takes a rough hold of Freddy's hips. Here is revenge. Paws grip hard and he grinds cock to cock for two seconds before pulling back and forcing him around.]

Enough bullshit. Might feel better if you spread em. Don't matter to me whether you do or you don't.

[Like Larry would actually harm the kid at all. He believes this right? No matter how rough his hands are as they push to bend him over the crate now they are not out to hurt him.]

[Don't look too excited now, Newendyke, that's called breaking character. You're supposed to be like Marlon Brando or some shit. Oh fuck none of that matters now when they're cock to cock, when he's turned around and forced over. Of course he knows Larry's not out to hurt him. To their credit after all this time no one's bothered to come up with a safeword. Freddy's cheek cools from the touch of metal.]

Don't tell me what to do, asshole.

[The kid spreads his thighs...only a little. He bends his arms behind his back, 'forced' yep. He licks his lips again, feeling like his balls might empty just from anticipation.]

[Safe word...oh yeah. They do that in movies and underground clubs. Those seem distant, separate from what kind of arrangement this is.]

You are in no position to be saying that.

[Lube now because it's not as rough, tough and heartless as it seems. A liberal amount for Larry's cock and about the same for Freddy because he wasn't kidding when he said he was diving right on in. The cap clicks shut. He aligns before a slow easy force.]

Here it comes.

Oh fuck.

[The kid's breath hitches. That happens a little faster and harder than he expected, not that they haven't had rough stuff before. A chair and a boiler room come to mind. That doesn't mean it gets easier and easier though, Freddy would be disappointed if such a thing ever happened for them. He's still young and Larry, well, the way Larry fucks suggests he's still got his best years in him, all enhanced by his experience.]

Jesus... [Freddy sucks in another breath as his body adjusts to the feeling of having Larry so quick and full inside him. Swallow.] Christ.

[To his own credit, the dirty blonde does not spread his thighs any wider. Let Larry do all the work since he's so inclined towards this role.]

Oooh.

[Both hands grab Freddy's ass cheeks to squeeze and claw. He can be savage there. The rest of him is firm, not too rough.]

Gonna pray for back up now?

[All the way in.]

All you got here is me.

[Huff puff puff. Groan. Breathe, Newendyke, breathe.]

I don't...need no fuckin' back up...for you.

[Oh fuck was there more? Of course there was. His back bows upon feeling Larry burying himself to the damn hilt. Shit if he begs now he'll be showing his hand. Think fast, Freddy.] ...Is that it?

[He may or may not regret asking that. Because this is Lawrence Dimick it's probably the latter.]

[WHACK. Right there on the ass.]

Where are your manners, fucker? Say thank you for this.

[It's like he is Johnny Storm, smoldering and smoking right there.]

I can tear you to pieces if this is too good for you.

[Now he'll grind and give the kid what's owed to him.]

Ahh!

[Oh shit did he really just cry out? Well fuck who would blame Freddy? Honestly. The kid pants against the crate, refusing to say the words or show any manners for that matter. That would be unlike a rough trade hustler. For the record though, Freddy would liken this more to the Punisher laying a much needed smackdown on Peter Parker. One's got a mouth and the other's got a fist. That's how it works. Being Johnny Storm is still pretty damn supercool though.]

I wanna see you. [Swallow.] Try.

[While this isn't much of a superpower it is worth noting a little practiced constriction doesn't show up outside the skin, but he's doing it because he said he'd (try to) make the old man come first. Overall Freddy's come a long way from having Santana break the cherry off the stem.]

[Music to the old man's ears.]

Fine.

[First thrust is solid and well placed. He's aiming for the prostate from the first go. With a head start he has to make the most of the time given.]

Can you handle the whole deal? Huh? I told you I'm not gonna hold back. I might consider goin' easy on you if you ask. Heh.

[His voice is strained. It's a more difficult act to hold up. Another hard smack before he really comes into motion. Oh fuck that is tight. Damn kid.]

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