orangetoughguy | log post II

[He can't lower the volume of his breathing. Oh well.]

Fuck.

[Freddy goes right on to it. Hot damn. Yeah he is convincing too. It was the way he was so cool about the fucking commode story. Larry was right with him in the moment. His desperation was real, only it wasn't for remembering the story it was sitting at the table with crooks trying to get by.]

Just like that. Fuck.

[Take the pictures, Dimick. The dick bobbing with the motion. The way his hands are tied. And let's not forget how his ass is taking in the old man's cock. Click after click.]

Put your hands up behind your head. Keep moving.

[Larry is moving now too. How can he not? Now and then his cock brushes against part of the briefs that move. He happily readjusts.]

[Click after click but in Larry's lap Freddy doesn't really think about how weird or foolish he probably looks in those photos. Who cares when he's fucking his old man nice and hard? And it's fucking great. He raises his bound hands to set them behind his head. The motion opens his oiled chest a little wider, perfect torso shot.]

I'm movin', fuck I ain't stoppin' soon.

[Freddy insists sounding less like he's being played and more like he's helping to run the show. The touch of those fingers to his skin, his briefs pulling and getting a little damp from sweat among other things. Fucking beautiful.] How about you huh?

[Huff.] Want a picture?

[The finished product may end up to be scrambled porn for all Larry cares. It doesn't matter. And he might be running right out of film. It's all worth it.]

I'm...great. [Why even bother lying?] This is what's gonna get you to the big time. Bring your arms down. Gimme the rope. I'll hold and you lean back.

[He'll make the last one's count.]

I'm gettin' all the pictures I want.

I think I...'ve made it big already.

[Take your compliments while you can old man. The kid brings his arms down as asked, letting Larry have the rope while his thighs still to let him take the reins.]

Make me ride it, big man. Make me really fuckin' feel it in the saddle.

[How's that for making up for the stable jaunt? Oh wait they already made up for that too.]

Thanks.

[As though he were some big time photographer with his skill not hard cock he is pounding. Larry moves enough onto his knees to follow him into the motion. Somehow he grabs the polaroid for another shot.]

You look good like this all caught up, hard and wet.

[There's a distinct strain in his voice. He's trying not to grunt and groan.]

Slippery's more like it.

[Freddy utters. His oiled skin is gonna need a shower after all this. Hey don't people prep up with oil for pouring candles and shit? That's almost a little too unorthodox for Freddy Newendyke. More like he'd never ask for it himself but Lord knows he can't say no to Lawrence Dimick. For now though there's this rope, bandana, and reins deal. He's rocking hard and solid against him, strained by the wrists and loving every second.]

Maybe you wanna save that shit. [His film he means.] For the moneyshot.

[There's a photo he wouldn't mind Larry having, a tired pile of Orange stained in White. But silly Freddy, what makes you think the old man's got only one cartridge. He's called two guns for a reason.]

I need to reload.

[God help him it is hard to say. Follow through. Old man. One. Two. And he pulls out.]

Can you get the ropes off on your own? I think we should [talk man, use your head] utilize the window.

[Big ol' bear of a man busies himself by putting in more film. He has to even keep is eyes to himself.]

So tell me what you meant by moneyshot.

[Oh shit is he--he is. The vacant feeling he gets when Larry pulls out draws a low whine from Freddy. Yeah, he whined over losing that dick. Take it as a compliment, Dimick.]

Y-yeah...yeah I can. [With some effort. The kid starts pulling and tugging to either loosen any knots or just roll the rope off his already oiled up skin. He'll be keeping the bandanna on, thanks. It's a matter of coincidence that it kind of matches his briefs.] Okay. You can fuck me out the window.

[No jokes on him being short enough to not risk falling out. As for the moneyshot, these green eyes are looking, thighs spread, cock rearing up, skin slick and looking kind of dirty.] You can come on me, if you want. That's pretty safe.

[That's what people do when they can't wrap up right? Everyone wins. If Mr. White has bad timing and pulls out after he's already unloading well that's his fault. Anyway up on his feet this floppy haired kid is making his way towards the window.]

[Sounds like that make him feel like a fucking hot shot. It's a dick worth crying for. And no one gets to have it but Freddy right now. That's all that counts.

The camera is loaded and it gets the picture of Freddy's splayed legs.]

Where do you want it?

[He stands now and follows the kid to the window.]

On your back? Ass? ....how about your chest?

[Larry wants to know exactly. Here they are at the window.]

Brace yourself, kid.

I don't know...anywhere that's gonna make a good picture.

[Window up and open, the kid leans out of it, torso on the sill. His hand braces the edge and his bare feet stay hip width apart. Larry can make them wider if he wishes just as Larry can pull his briefs off if he wants to too. Right now Freddy's reaching back to tug them aside for him. Bracing himself, see.]

You got my face too. [And he's thinking, if they want to be efficient, technically Freddy can make his own mess on his own stomach. Just a thought. Also hey, the window's open, the bricks of the other building and these other windows might hear him. So, why not?] Fuck me. Put it in and fuck me.

[Inside Freddy feels a little giddy, like a teenager doing something outrageously wrong with his man.]

[Oh he'll peel them off alright.]

Take this shit off. You don't need it.

[And besides that they're a good mess. The pull at the elastic makes it snap just so.]

I think you've got a beautiful face.

[Larry pushes the head of his cock into Freddy again. He doesn't directly gun right in but it's a self-assured complete movement.]

That's the shot I want. Though first...I think I should get you off.

Fine.

[Huff puff--hey. Freddy narrows his eyes for the snapping but tugs them off without further issue. Fff. The kid kicks the briefs off his ankle. They're oiled and dirty, not much reason to take them back home. He might have to ride home commando. Oh well. Orange settles against the window again, this time with his hands bracing the frame.]

You think so?--[Groan. That cockhead pushing in feels fucking great but it's only the tip of the iceberg. Don't lean back, Newendyke, let him fill you up. Freddy sticks his face farther out the window.] Oh God. More.

Okay man. There's more comin' to you. [He's still going all the way into the hilt] You sure you fucked before? [To make it difficult to answer he makes a sharp hit at his prostate.]

Damn. I wish I brought my camcorder.

[That he doesn't have. Yet. Click. Larry holds the camera low maybe it won't capture his cock burying into Freddy but there won't be any way of mistaking what's in the frame. And he's still going.]

[Groan. His voice stretches a bit loudly until he's fully buried and even then Freddy gasps when Larry nails him in the right spot.]

Fuck. Fuck I'm sure. I'm broken in.

[But not broken up. Again with the heavy breathing, the kid's got to consider their safety too where names are concerned so after that click Freddy barks out.]

Ride my ass, Lee Marvin. Show me what you got. [So the whole fucking world can hear.]

So fucking tight, Hal Jordan.

[Cut the man a break it's all he can come up with right now. It means something to the kid. Can it be interchangeable with Lee Marvin though? He is a fucking legend. Hot damn if Mr. Marvin would ever be involved with this.]

You take it. [Hard slams sting his thighs. It inspires him to take a hit at his ass. Click for another shot.]

[All that groaning and moaning is loud and hurled out the window from his lips. It's unmistakable the sounds Freddy's making. Wait no, not Freddy. Hal fucking Jordan. EXCEPT. His bandana is red, not green, that's more like Flash or the Big Blue Boyscout, oh who gives a shit. Freddy loves that he called him Hal.]

I am. I'm fuckin'--takin' it. Up my ass. Shit.

[It's only fun and games until the real Hal Jordan shows up. They're safe for now.] Your dick is fuckin' magic, Lee. [Groan.]

You got a sweet ass, my man. Gonna break it in right. Everybody's gonna want you in your pictures. Everybody's gonna want you.

[It's music in the street...or alley rather. Though there's hardly any room below for a car. Only one person could fit. How many people are listening?]

What'll you tell 'em, Hal? Huh?

[Larry's going for his prostate at each pass.]

Everyone's gonna want me.... [Groan.] But they can't--fuckin' have me.

[How's that for a set of lungs? The kid is outright crying and yelling into the narrow alley. His voice bounces back with ease and he doesn't even fucking care. That cock in him is working him over like a piece of malleable what the fuck ever.]

I'll tell'em--! Fuck I'll tell'em I don't work for anybody but you, Lee. Son of a bitch you're gonna make me come.

That's right.

[Camera in one hand pressing near his back the other is free and it's gonna wrap around his cock.]

You're mine. All fuckin' mine. I found you, didn't I?

[Thumb rubs over the tip before sliding up and down hard and face to match their pace.]

What're you waiting for? Gimme that money shot.

[The reacharound makes him hiss low and deep.] Uh huh. You found me.

[Swallow. Freddy squeezes his eyes near shut from feeling almost over stimulated. Blame the camera and the get up and calling him Hal Jordan. Oh and also the paw on his cock and the one thrusting in him. It doesn't take long for the kid who's had a hard on since he got oiled starts writhing under that heavier body. Hands come down from the side frames to brace the sill again. If it weren't for it Freddy might crumple to the floor.]

Oh fuck I'm coming. You're makin' me--[Huff.]--fuckin' come!

[His load's a hot mess in that paw.

Oh yeah. That's it. You're so fucking tight. I could just keep on pounding you until I come and spoil all of this. [Forgive the old man if he sounds like a dog frothing at the mouth. He practically is. The kid has him so damn tight.]

Gimme all you got.

[His fist keeps milking out any bit he can.]

Don't stop pounding me.

[They got more positions to play with. Oh and Larry has to unload at least once. Freddy'll have a second round in him for sure. The kid can't go off twice everytime though, the morning after the last left him a little groggy. All forgiven for a frothing dog bear old man fucker though.]

You got it. You got it all Lee.

[Almost slipped on the name there. His thighs start to cease their shaking.]

[Better do as the man says. Okay Larry, keep your damn cool. He keeps on pounding. Once he goes it's hard to stop.]

Beautiful---Hal.

[Larry leans over and takes a nip at his back grinding.]

Stay still.

[He takes a low angle shot showing Freddy's cock and a bit of their legs.] Oh yeah. [Big heavy sigh.] Okay. Stay where you are.

[Because he's gonna pull away to properly shoot the kid post orgasm. Larry slathers the load in his hand against Freddy's lower stomach. Click. Click. His own dick is hanging there still hard.]

[The kid's breathing regains a semblance of rhythm during the come down--oh a hiss for the bite first. Damn Larry keeps him on his toes, sometimes literally. Those bare feet flex to work out some tension from having just been fucked out a window.]

Sure. [He widens his stance a little to optimize the angle down there. All messy cock and reddened thighs--] Oh God.

['Hal Jordan' groans for the loss of his cock. There's a warm mess on his belly too, he can feel it, and he's gone this far over the edge what else is there to lose? Freddy turns to lean back against the window frame, naked save for the bandana. Stained with his own semen and dick that's losing its swell. Post-moneyshot.] What about you huh?

[His picture of his orgasm, hm.]

There, there. You'll get used to it.

[The way the window frames his body on either side it is actually worth catching.]

For this I want you on the mattress again. On your back.

[He has to stroke himself at least once. It almost hurts.]

You sure you haven't done this before, Hal? I get the feeling that you might have done some amateur work. That roommate of yours maybe?

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