log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Easier doesn't mean it doesn't feel fucking amazing. It's the Freddy factor.]

Just getting started again.

[That's a hell of a face. How much more will his brow furrow and his lips curl? Only one way to find out. There the bear goes again, falling into motion.]

Fuck baby that's so damn good.

[Leg hair brushing against his skin. There's that ankle again for him to work on.]

[orangetoughguy]

[His arms, freckled here and there, wiry and soft-haired, reach up and back again to anchor onto something that isn't Larry just yet. This way he can look up at the man in all his fucking pistoning glory too. Watch Larry's face as he thrusts to lose himself in his body. Goddamn beautiful.]

Keep fuckin' me baby, don't fuckin' stop Larry.

[There's that tone again, rasped and stretched kind of like his body below the waist. Watching him focus on his ankle makes him delirious. Who knew tough guy feet qualified for a fetish too.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Tanned skin against pale and freckled moving and writhing as one. Fucking art literally.]

Not going to.

[Teeth drag over the top of his foot then he latches on. It's because they're Freddy's feet usually hidden in sneakers. They're not bad looking up int he air like they are. How often does he show off his feet and legs though? In case he does he can make up whatever story he wants to explain the marks that'll be around his foot.

Oh fuck. Larry can practically feel pre cum slip. Okay. Better make it worth it. He directly aims for Freddy's prostate.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Not often that's for sure, but for Larry he can make exceptions. Big old baggy shorts and a tank top? Sounds like summer clothes to this Newendyke, even though jeans work just as well. He can't show off his marks in jeans.]

Fuck. [A sharp hitch of breath for that particular thrust.] G-get on me, tough guy.

[Those flappy hands are less flappy and more clawing for something, anything. Right now Freddy wants Larry's back, to make marks for marks. It's only fair.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Larry listens like a good old dog. He fixes Freddy's legs about his waist before pressing about chest to chest. Yeah, this motherfucker wants to be held as he is on the verge of bursting. If his skin is starting to sting after each strike he can only imagine how the kid is fairing. None of it is bad enough to stop. No damn way.]

Oh shit baby. I'm so fucking-- [pant pant sorry if he's about frothing at the mouth. Wait. What was he saying? Ah, it doesn't matter.]

[orangetoughguy]

Fucking right. Fuck.

[The bed's not crashing into the wall or anything, that would just be too Kryptonian, but it's been a pretty rough ride and he fucking loves it. Freddy's fingers dig into Larry's back now. He doesn't have enough leverage to push back with his hips however Larry's plowing right into him just fine. Fuck. His back arches, pushing them chest to chest.]

Come on old man, come. [His teeth drag along Larry's jaw.]

[whitetwoguns]

[It feels like it should be noiser than this. All the sounds that matter though are the ones that the man makes. The motion of his balls swinging almost hurts. This is fucking in. Larry doesn't even have any words at all. He just comes. Blame it all on the teeth and how Freddy's lips feel against stubble. It takes his whole body over into a shaking mess. Breathe Dimick don't forget to breathe.]

[orangetoughguy]

That's it baby, keep comin'.

[Funny how Freddy talks as if he's the one doing all the topping, all the plowing. His fingers move from the old man's back into his hair, clutching once again and breathing hard against him like he might be fucking dying.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Freddy's the producer and director. Larry's content to do the manual labor. It's a hard job and worth it. Oh shit he feels like there's still more fucking streaming. No more than the average amount but after holding it at bay there's no stopping.

Grunting. Groaning. He'll grind into the man like he means to coat his insides too.]

Goddamn beautiful motherfucker. [Huff puff.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Shit if it didn't sound so medical he'd tell Larry he's more than welcome to do just that to his insides. Green eyes squeezed shut he can feel that hot load but Freddy's not on the verge of coming either just yet. That's the drawback of going for seconds or double dipping...or is it a perk? Freddy's already thinking of how to finish himself off, like in Larry's mouth.]

Good man.

[A kiss to his cheek. With a good mouth too.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Phew. Gotta catch his breath. That sweet kiss on his cheek is more like one for the porch rather than the backseat at the drive in.]

All on you baby.

[Or in him rather. The old man shifts so that he can take a hold of Freddy who is still pretty hard.]

What's it gonna be my man?

[orangetoughguy]

Mmm...

[Sure, if the porch was in San Francisco, the drive-in can be anywhere though. That paw on his cock makes the kid stiffen up, yeah more so than he already is.]

In your mouth, hotshot. [Hah, he called him hotshot.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Would he really kiss him on the cheek in the last few minutes of daylight on the porch before saying goodnight if it was in San Francisco? It's a damn rosy picture from here. Sure as hell out of place in the minds of two men who spend the day dealing out headshots as needed to walking, rotting flesh. These same guys look dirty enough to be considered half black in some states.]

Alright, stud.

[Sealed with a kiss. Now Larry wills himself to move right back where they started. Though this time he starts with the kid's sack.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Yeah about the porch...hold that thought because...yeah. The kid's got a couple issues with something so rosy and good and...fuck was that what they could have gone to had LA not been a wasteland? Is that what Larry wants? Don't think about it, Newendyke. Fortunately he's not because no one's saying any of this outloud.]

Aren't you sweet?

[Freddy breathes, giving just the slightest smirk as he sits up to stroke Larry's hair again.] Real fuckin' sweet...

[He says that last part with more affection.]

[whitetwoguns]

[All Larry wants is to find a way to be with this man. It's not gonna be the same. That's the hardest pill to swallow in the heap. They won't be able to go out for tacos at the drop of a hat at the end of the day. Falling asleep together and staying the whole night will be out of the question. It's tough shit for even tough guys.]

Mmm hmm.

[Licking first then sucking on skin and carefully fitting at least one ball into his mouth. May as well enjoy now for all that it has to offer.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Now now who said it's out of the question? It'll just be harder to achieve...somehow. Yeah.]

Enjoyin' every piece?

[Freddy asks like it's no thing, like they're discussing tacos or something equally casual instead of a blow job.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Falling asleep next to this wiry body is private, treasured luxury.]

Uh huh.

[Let it slip out of his lips he runs his tongue up to the base of Freddy's cock. Then up the shaft. Savoring as he would those tacos.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Maybe a beef burrito is more appropriate if they're going to go with mexican food metaphors, not that Freddy is of any mind to criticize. The kid's still stroking that hair, a little grayer here at the temples and top but nothing overt. Lawrence Dimick is still one handsome motherfucker.]

That's it baby, put the whole thing in your mouth. Please?

[Yes, he said the p-word even though Freddy's also turning that stroking back into a firm urgent clutch. Mainly if he doesn't comply he might just have to force the old man's mouth on him. 'Force.']

[whitetwoguns]

[As long as there's all American beef in that burrito.]

What's that?

[Playing deaf and rude even in the face of that beautiful please. Larry licks again and keeps his jaw open. That's an invite. Feed him, Freddy.]

[orangetoughguy]

I said, put it in your mouth and suck it.

[Well if that's how he wants to play Freddy sure as hell won't complain. Gripping that hair he pulls Larry's face down while pivoting his hips up. He won't go the whole way just yet but that's half his shaft already disappearing into Larry's mouth.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Eyes lock with those green candy apple eyes as his tongue flicks against that half a shaft.]

Mmmmm.

[Damn right that's how he wants to play. Just because this'll be Freddy's second and last blow doesn't mean it's gonna be quick and easy. These men are veterans of an undead war.]

[orangetoughguy]

Keep doin' that. Ride me with your mouth, baby.

[Freddy curls a leg around Larry, letting his heel rest on the old man's back. It runs up and down in short idle strokes. Does it work like a massage?]

So I can...come in it. [Oh now he's getting there.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Deeper, harder. The next time will be Freddy's ride. Not like a massage it pretty much is a massage which brings to attention that without that kind of a rubbing it is not feeling so hot....which is not a big deal. Nope. Not really. He does moan around that cock.]

[orangetoughguy]

Fuck, old man.

[He's gonna be the death of Freddy Newendyke (if only the kid knew how true that really is). Thighs clenching and hands gripping he pushes Larry farther down on him, not at all with any intent to choke the guy but, well, who can blame Orange for getting a little overzealous? He's so damn close he's starting to leak.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He'll go there. It's like he's been placed in some vice. Wiry hair against his face and the unmistakable testosterone on all size. There's the salty taste in his mouth too. Don't cough old man. Take it. Saliva slips a little through the seal of his mouth.]