orangetoughguy | log post II

Oh shit man.

[There it is, all milked out of him and on the old man's face. God he looks good that way too. Freddy can barely stand, the edge has made a nice temporary red mark on his back. Better take those fingers out, Lawrence Dimick, because this kid is slowly slowly sloooowly sliding down to the floor. Then they'll be face to face, kind of.]

You're fuckin' crazy.

[Since it's so damn slow he does. Easy now. Boy, he doesn't want to hurt the damn kid. Though at this rate though, the man could use a break. Not now though. Not when he can make him come on his fingers. Larry pants and tries to keep his face tilted up so it doesn't get all over the place outside of his skin.]

That's your fault. I wasn't always like this.

Oh yeah? Tell me about it.

[Pant pant. At least Freddy helps Larry by grabbing some of the toilet paper to wipe the semen off his face. He'll get this spot on his chin with his own tongue though.]

I told you. I saw you in the bar and I thought to myself about what your voice would sound like when I had your cock in my mouth. Dirty shit like that. All on you.

[As though it has nothing to do with him or his tastes.]

Wasn't just that though. Not how it started. I didn't start by wanting you this much. I wanted to know you. Dunno where that came from.

[That lick is fine. He could purr even without complete satisfaction.]

So...you never finger-fucked a guy until he blew it all over your mug until me?

[The kid's got an ego to pump here although if he's not the first well he wouldn't mind nor would he be all too surprised. Larry has years and heaps of experience on him. He's flattered by those other words though, how he enchanted White with his bullshit commode story. It's water under the bridge these days, right?]

Want me to take care of that for you? [Orange points at White's crotch.]

Never til today. Some dick usually gets in the way.

[His own. And that's the truth. He can sit here now and enjoy his handiwork knowing full we'll he'll get what's coming to him.]

You're the one who's crazy if you think I'm gonna let you off so easy.

[Water under the bridge? No. Not entirely. It's still a head trip to look back on. Even the heist. How many clues where there that he didn't see?

....if they forget when they return to LA could he even remember or at least recognize what's familiar?]

[He refuses to believe they'll forget everything once they're back in LA. If they forget will he have to endure another beating under those paws when he tells them those three words?]

Okay so it's a surprise?

[Freddy quips because he's ready and willing right now but he can wait for whatever Larry has in mind. His call. Secretly the kid likes the idea of being jumped by the old man without warning, somewhere practically public, somewhere without a nosy bird.]

[It's an if. Larry refuses to believe that's where the chips are gonna fall. They've been through too much already. These paws were promised to never maul this foxhound again.]

You wanna take some pictures baby? Be a star?

[He's a small town kid from Fresno ain't he?]

Pictures? Me?

[He's curious now but it's true he's a small town-big city transplant. Pictures don't run in his blood, at least not yet. Freddy's not sure if he means photographs or films either.]

Uh huh. [A paw pats his thigh.]

Ones just for me.

[Something a little experimental. Seeing as the old man got him off with his fingers.]

Unless you wanna save that for next time and work me off with that hand of yours.

[The thought of having his picture taken like this both makes Freddy feel a little shy and unbearably horny. He might be able to get it up again if that's what the old man wants, but first...he'd like to take care of Larry.]

Just like that? Right off the street? I think you gotta book me first. How does next week sound? [He'll wet the palm of his hand with saliva in the meantime.] Pick me up anytime, take me anywhere.

[That is exactly how the old man wants him to feel. Exactly.]

Just like that. You got the look I want. Think you'd be impressed by my portfolio.

[All that photo jargon. Larry's heard it a time or two usually for the ladies.]

Next week. I'll check my appointments. [He he's hissing now watching but not with artistic intensity.]

Jerk me off like you did in the showers growin' up.

[What red blooded American boy didn't?]

Okay. Next week.

[Just thinking about it has the kid licking his lips, slowly from one corner to the next. He opens the old man's pants up with his fingers and draws him out like he's never handled that cock before. What red blooded American boy had an opportunity like this?]

Sit down, lean back. [Is Larry already hard? If not he's gonna make him so with a couple strokes.] I always worried I'd get caught. What woulda happened if I got caught with you?

Thursday? [The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes deepen as he watches that tongue as if he could see each pore. It could just be his imagination but it seems to zoom as though all that's pictured is that tongue. Back into real time.] Friday?

[He moves to lean against the cabinet below the sink which is now shut.]

Think that they would have been pretty [keep talking old man, shit he's just getting started] angry. Fine lookin' kid like you abusing himself.

[Abusing. Manipulating. That's what they called it when Lawrence Dimick was a kid. Oh boy, is he getting completely hard in no time.]

Whenever. Surprise me.

[That's a charitable answer for you, Lawrence Dimick. It's an invitation to jump him at will wherever whenever. Well, almost wherever whenever...taking pictures at the mechanic shop might be a bit risky. Anyway his hand is making a tighter fist now, up and down, giving another spit.]

I should've tried jerking off in the locker room showers.

[How's that for knowing the subject matter and his audience? Freddy never had the balls to do it but just imagining it, well maybe Larry actually has the experience.]

Okay baby.

[That'll give him time to buy a Polaroid camera. Those aren't connected to the network. So there shouldn't be any kind of a worry at all about those photos falling into the wrong hands.]

How would you have done it, huh? Try to get someone in on it? A football player?

[A big bear not yet a man with eager paws. Larry grunts.]

Fuck I bet you were good at it.

[A polaroid? That's smart thinking, old man. Freddy would have used his handheld network device only because that shit doesn't even exist where they come from yet. It's cool. On the other hand, polaroids are a lot more intimate and also a tiny bit dirty. Freddy Newendyke likes getting dirty with Lawrence Dimick.]

I'd start in a corner, get myself real worked up. I'm the last guy in there cause I don't want anybody to see right? But the star wide receiver comes back cause he forgot a Hustler tucked in his locker. He catches me red fuckin' handed and it freaks him out so bad he drops his book open to a spread of some Racquel Welch clone getting triple-fucked by the pool. The guy's getting off on that shit and he thinks I'm the weirdo? What a joke.

[Freddy manages to tell this story like he's having a cigarette instead of giving Larry a handjob.]

The real kicker is when he whips his own dick out and it's a pretty big one for a pretty big guy. He starts whacking off, he's trying to keep his eyes on her but I can feel him lookin' at me too. I know cause I got my eyes on him too, I'm thinkin' fuck man he's gonna beat the shit out of me any second. Mr. Wider Receiver walks over gettin' his shirt and pants wet, and the guy doesn't say a fucking word before he puts my hand on his cock. Did I say it's a fuckin' big cock?

[Polaroids also mean that the old man can show him what he sees the instant it develops. They could make a book. All of the other pluses are coming up in his brain. He could take a picture with a polaroid with one hand.

The kid is spinning a yarn with such ease. It's like he's blowing the dust off of a fantasy.]

No. [Yes to all of this attention. Larry is right there picturing this while panting open mouthed. His eyes are in the now, seeing those flappy cop hands.]

Dammit.

[Is the kid close enough to kiss or bite at? That's what he deserves. When the old man set eyes on that box of dye he didn't think that this would be the way that it would go.]

So didja come right there?

[If he wasn't spinning such a delightful yarn he'd be blowing something else too, but the yarn takes priority first. Freddy focuses on the tip now, rubbing the head in circles while he watches Larry's eyes look like they might roll back in his head or something. Now he leans in, closer, to speak against his skin which grants the old man the proximity to kiss him. Bite him. Whichever.]

No. He caught me by surprise so I kinda lost a little bit of my magic, had to work it back up to speed you know? But fuck man it was worth it, watching him stuck against the wall like he's gonna fall apart. I'm that fuckin' good at handjobs. [Pump pump for emphasis.] ...Not that I'm saying I didn't have anyone else to stick my dick in or anything.

[Larry knows how that goes. He had a girlfriend or two back then.]

[Lip service is lip service. And boy is this man ever working his mouth. All for the pleasure of this bear who kept at it even after being eyeballed by the bird. There's a bite first and then an interrupting kiss. It's okay if his eyes roll into the back of his head with the story paused. Freddy gets a little of his tongue work.]

Beautiful man not just good.

[If the comment wasn't enough he'll moan with a few of those fist pumps.]

Didja get around? Bet that motherfucker didn't talk about it but...wanted it bad. [Oh fuck Freddy gets him so leaking so fast.]

A little. I was a real slut in grade school. [Mmm, he parts his mouth to taste that smokey tongue only to pull back to speak again.] But someone made an honest man out of me.

[Only half of this is bullshit.] I don't know about the football guy. He was kind of a jerk outside of that one time, a total jock you know? I'll bet he thought about it though, thought about puttin' my hands on him, puttin' my mouth on his big fuckin' dick, putting it in my tight smart kid ass. I'd never let him have it cause you know what they say?

[He's back to thumbing tight circles around his cockhead.] Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Makin' all the girls cry. [His breath catches as Freddy spreads around the pre-cum.]

I dunno if I made you honest but I know how to keep you comin' out for more.

[Trying to stay ahead of the game. Doing what he can (even though it might not even be needed) to stay appealing. Most of all doing whatever it takes to get the kid off with his fingers, mouth...whatever.

That dick and jock can only dream along with all the other girls. They'll never know. Larry hopes sometime Freddy will show up limping and give the man something to wonder. Maybe even Pink.]

I'm gonna blow you son of a bitch.

Yeah, you're pretty good at that.

[Freddy says ever so casually, like he's relenting and throwing the old man a bone. In truth Larry really has made an honest man out of him, he wanted to tell him those three words far earlier than he ended up doing, after all. And when he comes to work walking a little funny it pleases the kid to know it's no one else's own doing but Lawrence Dimick's (and if not his cock then his doing by permitted proxy, one day). Likewise Freddy enjoys--way fucking enjoys--knowing of all people it's only him who has the privilege of working Larry's ass. Lawrence Dimick's ass. Fucking Mr. White lets him blow it in there. And he buys Orange flowers. It's fucking true romance.]

Do it. [Now two hands are on Larry, one working the tip and his other pumping the shaft.] Make a mess.

Thanks. I'll keep on t-trying.

[Casual as the kid may be he would never be pulling it off in Larry's position. He trusts this kid with his life, his ass. Few men can say that they got Mr. White's back as it is. Heists might not be in the immediate future. Whatever. As long as Mr. Orange is gonna be right there.]

Gonna...gonna lick it up?

[Larry tenses and his eyes roll up into his skull. Right on into Freddy's hands. It doesn't smell like flowers or perfume. It smells like Freddy, sweat, smoke and a little left over of what he left on the old man's face.]

[There we go. The kid gets a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment seeing the mess the old man makes on his hands. Oops a little on his own thigh too. Nothing doing. Except wait. Freddy quirks a brow. How nice of Larry to actually ask instead of tell him to do it.]

Should I?

[Pumping and milking until he's sure Larry's spent.]

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