orangetoughguy | log post II

There's great material coming out of it.

[As though he has gone the whole nine yards with this kind of a scenario. Larry's had a camera in hand and it wasn't a Polaroid. Whatever happened to it? Chances are he left it at a party where no one knew his name.]

Right there. Stay that way. That's good.

[The old man takes a shot from the side and then moves to the other purposely brushing past his rear but not staying there.]

I want something raw. You're something new and fresh. Today's work is done. Hang loose.

[The brush to his rear doesn't go unnoticed. Idly he wonders if Larry's taken pictures for other people before. He wonders if Larry's had his picture taken. He's a good teenager older than him, the man's bound to have some wild stories.]

Have you had your pictures done?

[He'll dare to ask because talking circles helps keep the kid feeling natural in his role. Orange is taking a devil-may-care smokey lean against the window frame now. He turns to face White, buckle all undone, beater half spilling out. There's a small peek of bare skin too.]

Once at the shore. Nothing big. A few snaps. Not like this.

[Click. Every detail will be recorded if he can help it.]

And a hell of a party once.

[Shrug.]

Is all this gonna stay on? [He gestures from the wife beater to the jeans.] You can but this is missing something.

The shore? You did it on a beach?

[Pictures. Just pictures. Hey didn't Bettie Page get her pictures done on the sand? Freddy starts taking his shoes off. Don't worry, Dimick, he's gonna move on to more, but the shoes have to go first. Bare feet touch the cool ground. There ought to be a close up here.]

What kind of party?

[The beater stays on while he slips that belt from his denim loops.]

[One photo for each foot, actually.]

Swinger's party. When you come alone interesting things happen.

[He swaps the camera from one paw to another to remove his jacket. Larry drops it to the floor. No he isn't mimicking, not at all.]

Pull it all the way out.

[The belt that is.]

[Whoa hold the phone. Now it's Freddy talking. He stares at Larry.]

Really? You? [Don't they have a rule against single men, then again this is Lawrence Dimick. Who's gonna tell him no? Freddy wonders if at his peak Larry had men throwing their wives and girlfriends at him like some bizarre twist on the head of the tribe getting to kiss every man's bride before she's married off. Maybe Newendyke needs to rein in his fantasies. Anyway back to the belt, he has the leather strip pulled almost all the way out with just the last bit still looped by a few inches, it makes for a nice sculptural angle. Then it's out.] So what kinda interesting things happened.

[Clink. The belt drops to the floor.]

Me. Though I snuck in right behind a lady comin' back in for a smoke. Folks thought I was with her. Once I was in, I was in. Even when people started putting two and two together.

[Paws come up to the kid and tilt his face one way then another.]

Stay right where you are.

[He goes to the suitcase.]

At first they were thinking of punishing me. But then the host couple had the say because they were pretty filled up on booze. They decided I should stick around and lend a hand to whoever needed it.

[Some of this is true. Some of it is not. How much of it will the kid believe anyways? The old man had fucked at least twice then was thrown out on his ass. He was in pictures though.

The old man holds the camera under his arm and brings back some oil. Yeah. And without asking he puts it onto the kid's arms. Just enough. The rest goes into his hair to make it even more wild.]

So did you? Did you lend two hands?

[To Freddy Newendyke the whole story is true to some extent because it entertains him and the words are coming from Lawrence Dimick's mouth. That's true enough. It's the same way Larry practically eats up his stories, both the real and the fake. Although when Larry's doing the storytelling Freddy's not completely sure he's as good at telling the real from the fake. He doesn't doubt Larry's capable of sticking around in a swinger's club though. Plus it sounds like there's picture evidence, if only he could get his hands on them.]

Hey.

[There's another laugh here from the kid because, oil? For real? Freddy just doesn't think he's alluring enough to pull off the oiled look but he can roll with it. Watch these arms flex as he reaches up to work his hair too, kind of making a mess sure but this is about having a good time. He has an arm stretched up and back, hand on his own neck. His other hand, well, that one slips down into his own open jeans.]

Yep. Both of them were busy.

[True. Though not in the way he may be thinking of. Busy finding his clothes after getting the boot. He did get to touch both men and women. It was all worth it at the time. That is the truth.]

Keep your arms like that. That's right.

[Click. Click. The whole shot then close ups to his face. Then one for the hand in his pants.]

Take a good handful and really look at me like you're trying to tell me somethin' with your eyes.

[Is it getting warmer in here? Larry loosens his tie a notch.]

[He licks his lips thinking about what those hands were busy doing. Was it strictly straight so he was making women moan or was it fag friendly so he had a shaft to pump that wasn't his own?]

Okay.

[A good handful...and he's got the camera right there. Oh shit is Freddy starting to blush? Sorry Larry it's the whole picture taking deal he's really sort of shy when he's got the spotlight on him even though it's for the old man and himself. Only pretty people get their picture taken like this. Come on Newendyke just think of the camera as a tool completely under White's control. It's not gonna go show anybody. The fact of the matter is, this is a side of him only Larry ever gets to see. Whew.]

Like this?

[That grab is full but still hidden by denim. It's the eyes that are the real kicker. Sharp greens just looking at Lawrence Dimick, looking and trying to see the guy who fucked around a swinger's club, got his picture taken, took them himself, fucked a couple girls in the back room, fucked a couple boys in the shower room. One smooth ass motherfucker.]

[When the kid is on he's on. Larry is sure that it's the degrees of confidence and concentration. Whatever it is he's focusing on or thinking of it gets his eyes looking like they belong to a tiger. Who exactly is going to get devoured and how?]

Exactly like that. Mmmm.

[He kneels to get another frame at his hand holding and hiding his cock. Ain't nobody gonna see this portfolio besides the two of them. Though Larry's sure he'll get off more than once with these. Another click to capture the look in his eyes.]

Keep thinking what you're thinking. It's coming out exactly how I want it.

[Larry got to fuck some dope's wife and responded well enough when he got handsy. It was unreal.]

Kinda roll it in your hand a little. It might be a stretch but look like you enjoy it.

[He's just gotta be like Marlon Brando. Play it fucking super cool. The real test is when the teeth and claws are out and someone's got to eat up the other, every fucking man for himself. Shit Freddy's got it in him to pitch, make no mistake about that, but in this type of scenario the photographer's got all the power. It's how these gigs normally go, except no one's dangerously close to being barely legal and no one's doing anything they don't want to. That's a fucking turn on.]

I'm thinking about you, what you're all about. Why you want pictures of me. If you want anything else out of me.

[Somewhere along the line he put his cigarette out but the smell still lingers under the scent of oil fresh on his skin and the motors still clinging to him. Rolling his palm, fuck he's starting to spring a stiff one just thinking about getting down on all fours for Larry's damn pictures. Freddy thinks about what else he has in that case and if he plans to take pictures of whatever it is on him, in him, whichever.]

I am enjoying it, asshole. [Like he can't tell, fff.]

About me? I'm about [click] serving my art. You know? It's what's true.

[That's what the fucks say in the movies. For a moment he almost believes it is that kind of bullshit That Dick would say. Except what does he know? Nothing.]

You're enjoying you. It takes well to film. This is hot shit. Take it out. Let me see.

[The camera is ready and so is some of that oil.]

Get into it like you want to fuck me.

[Ha.]

[It really is kind of the bullshit that 'dick' would say but coming from Larry he knows he's not trying to be some upper class intellectual fraud, he's just playing the game. Not to say that other guy is a fake or anything, enough about him. This is about Lawrence Dimick and Freddy happens to enjoy this charade too.]

Okay. I can take it out.

[He pulls the teeth on his zip apart achingly slow to make way for his erection. The kid's fist is oiled up from his arm so it makes pumping his own shaft real easy.] I want to fuck you.

[The words practically drip off his tongue like saliva lubricating a cock. Funny how this gets easier as it gets dirtier. Maybe the latter's a good distraction from other picture perfect details. Because his jeans are open and not entirely slim fitting the kid can fit two hands here. One to hold his cock, the other to reach behind himself and...well, the denim's hiding most of what's going on back there isn't it?] Better?

[One shot after another. The floor is getting harder to navigate without stepping on some. Larry scoots them aside to be able to maneuver. He's getting these hands his face, his chest.]

What, you trying to seduce me or some shit?

[Camera in one hand the other pulls up his wifebeater higher to show more skin that he doesn't touch. Another pull at the denim now to make sure it sits just so at his hips as he's sitting. Yeah this means he'll want a shot from the back.]

I'm not gonna lie. You look like you want to get fucked bad.

[There he goes touching him without really touching him again. Is part of the game chicken? Does Larry think he can get Freddy to beg him to fuck him? Well the old man wouldn't be completely off the mark if he keeps touching only his clothes.]

I'm doin' what you told me. Shit you're the professional, if I'm doin' it wrong tell me.

[With his jeans slung low the kid gets down on the mattress, on his back first to point his hard-on straight up. Yep, doing it like this feels way easier. He manages to keep his briefs from slipping down with his jeans as he turns over, cheek to the mattress, ass up, hand still in there and hidden. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to tell what he's doing to himself.]

I said no funny stuff. [The catch is he never said getting fucked is funny stuff.]

[Yes and no. It's the artist and his hot, malleable wad of clay that's taking on a life of its own.]

Keep going. Just don't over do it. We don't want this to be over too soon.

[He's following right behind shot for shot. Now the old man is on his knees. His tie is more loose.]

Why don't you just take off the shirt?

[So that he can go and bring the suitcase over here.]

[His knuckles poke out pushing his briefs aside enough for a quick glimpse of skin underneath. Then the kid pulls his hand out, fist relinquishing his cock to sit up.] Sure.

[Off goes the shirt but he's looking at the case again.] What's in it?

[Brown eyes are tracking every movement without the camera. That flash of skin is a fucking tease.]

A few props.

[First a roll of black tape. Then a line of rope. To go with the rope is a red bandanna. The next item to rest on the mattress is lube, not oil, straight up lube.]

I brought chain if you think rope won't go.

[He pulls it out, there's not too much it was likely a belt chain but there's enough to work with just like the rope.]

I decided to keep my options open.

I don't know how some of that stuff works.

[Freddy admits or is it the Freddy trying to be Mr. Orange who's admitting to it? Either way he's pulling the trepidation factor pretty well on his own. With his beater tossed aside he's just a younger man sitting on a mattress in his underwear. Freddy doesn't think he looks all that young but there's no real publishing factor here, just Larry with his camera having a little fun. No one's photos but there own.]

You gonna tie me out like a dog?

[The implication here is he bites and he'll do it if he feels threatened. But Larry's not gonna threaten him is he? They never did come up with a safeword.]

All for show. I want you to be free to move still. [He takes the rope and tape and makes a lasso. It's easy to loop the kid in because the line is already wide open. He tapes it tighter but shows it has give and take.]

Before I forget.

[He slathers oil on his hands and then puts them all over his torso starting close to the shoulders and working his way down deliberately taking time to coat over and around his nipples before heading to brush over the sparse patch of hair.]

Shows well on film.

[This ain't threatening is it? Directing maybe, taking charge. Once he has his hands on the kid there's a surge of heat.]

You said you wanted to fuck.

Sure. I like movin' around.

[Oh shit he's rubbing him up and down and dangerously close. This time there's no shirt, his jeans are falling down his thighs, and there's just his briefs in the way which doesn't mean much because his cock is sticking out of them. They're held on only by his balls and the top of his ass why is he even wearing them at all? Fuck paws oiling his torso make him harder.]

Fucking feels pretty good. I've been fucked before so don't look at me like you think you might break me.

[Is that a challenge? Maybe. Maybe not.]

I bet you do.

[Larry leans so close that he can feel the kid's breathe on his face. He tries to keep it critical like he's considering a shot. One paw relaxes at his hip and rubs back to brush the tip of his finger to his ass then forward to touch his thumb to the base of his dick. The other hand grabs a hold and rubs one of his nipples.]

I'm gonna tie you up first. When I'm all done with what I need to finish the shoot, I'll fuck you. But that's only if I get good pictures out of this.

[That is a challenge. Hands off now to handle the materials.]

Oh. And uh. I don't think you fucked me before if you don't think I can break you.

[Casual. He'll grab a cigarette while prepping.]

[Grunt. All that pawing's got him strained to breathe slow and steady but the touch to his cock followed by his chest has his breath hitched. Fuck. His body's aching for it, maybe it shows on his face, but Freddy's not gonna give up the charade and beg for it. Yet.]

You got different ways in mind? Standing, curled up, bent over.

[Positions for being tied and photographed of course. Just that. Uh huh. Oh shit his brow quirks. What kind of challenge is that?? The kid kicks the rest of his jeans off so it's just one oiled up body in briefs barely hanging on.] I thought you said I'm a natural.

[Goddamn. His casual demeanor accompanying those very telling words is turning up Orange's temperature. Don't beg for it Newendyke, make the photos do all the tempting.]

[Puff, puff. For a moment he doesn't say anything. He's savoring the tension in the air. Freddy smells so damn good right now like the oil and the Marlboros. Brown eyes watch those jeans come off. He takes another drag before keeping it in his teeth.]

Gimme your hands.

[To loop the rope around a few times.]

You are. Prove to me it ain't a flash in the pan.

[Larry takes the bandanna and puts it around Freddy's neck. The rest of the rope coils around his arms to trail off of his shoulder. Camera is up and ready again. Click. And up in real close for his cock hanging between his legs.]

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