orangetoughguy | log post II

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?

[There there, he says. In response the kid unceremoniously flips him the bird, and he waits for the old man to take a shot of it too if he wants. Now then, on his back huh? Freddy can oblige. He walks away from the window to sit on the mattress--dirty thing--then lean back just like he wants. Those lighter thighs part again giving him an open view of everything he has to offer.] Easy enough huh?

[Easy kid. Watching Larry stroke himself evokes a licking of his own lips.] My roommate and I keep shit to ourselves but I gotta say he is one good motherfucker in the sack.

So he's not gonna get pissed that you're throwing yourself into your work?

[The mattress creaks under Larry's weight. Right in between Freddy's legs now.]

Think I'll plow you right here.

[Back in he goes. Slowly now and it's a long, low moan. The camera is on his face to capture the man's expression at re-entry.]

Naw, he knows how it is, working hard for the money. He works pretty hard himself.

[It's a small subtle thing, but Freddy loves the sound of that creaking. His appreciation for it gets cut short when Larry starts pushing back in him, right where he left off. Goddamn he really stretches a guy. His face is a twisting gasping flushing mess.]

Fuck. Fuck you're hard.

[He reaches back to hold onto something, the mattress edge, sheets if there are any.]

[There are sheets, cotton and pretty thread thin.]

Sure I am, Hal. I really put myself into my work.

[He's all the way in but not moving, not yet.]

That hurting? Should I stop?

No. Fuck no are you insane?

[No he's just a damn tease. These hands reach up to grab the man buy his arms, that wildcat, elbows, hair if it's within reach.]

Don't stop you asshole. Fucking plow my ass, come in it.

Not crazy. Just thorough. [And sweating bullets. There we go. Right into motion. Each hit makes the mattress creak.]

Come in it? Then what? Take a picture?

[Harder now. Faster. He's in control completely being up top but he knows Freddy can take it.]

Oh fuck man. It was supposed to be a dirty shoot....I didn't [huff puff in the creeeaaak creak creak] know it'd be this good.

I don't know shit man you're the photographer. Work it out.

[How to come in his ass and still leave some left over to get on his face. Yeah. Seriously that's Larry's problem not Freddy's, why should he have to think for him? Fff. His body's bucking with the motion, rolling with the creaks, and he loves every single fucking second.]

Struck fuckin' gold, cowboy. [He swallows. Any second now his dick's gonna be ready to ride out his second round but probably long after Larry's blown it. Stall, Newendyke, for both of you.] Gimme the camera.

Careful. You know how to [swallow] use one? [As though it wasn't anything other than a point and click camera.]

Give it a try. Y'might like it.

[The old man keeps it going.]

Fuck you got a great body. [Now he's the one who's moaning. He'll have to get a grip and split the blow fifty fifty. Or seventy five twenty five. Anything he can get.]

Just point and shoot right? Ain't no fuckin' deal. [He shrugs underneath that weight, that pistoning weight.] I know.

[How's that for fucking cocky? He knows he's got a body Mr. White can't resist.

Camera in hand now and it's just a polaroid, not one of those fancy ones with the big lens. He can handle this just fine thanks. On his back, head to the mattress, Freddy points the thing up. He's looking through the viewfinder, looking, looking...he lowers the camera and reaches up to grip a broad shoulder.]

Stop moving. I can't shoot you when you're fuckin' around. [And suffer for your moneyshot.]

Stop? You sure?

[He's not thrusting but grinding. With his head down he can nuzzle the kid inadvertently. It's not that kind of fucking right now.]

You want me to smile? [Now he stops like a well tuned car right on a dime.]

[Ooh that nuzzling feels good, even when he can tell just how much stubble's grown on Larry's chin since the morning. Right, not that kind of fucking thought.]

Just be cool.

[Freddy advises when he feels that thrusting stop. Click. Click. The sheets come out and likewise the kid tosses them aside. Click. Here's one for the mess going on between their legs. Click. Another for his wildcat.] Put your hand on me, get me hard again.

Okay, Mr. Jordan.

[The old man makes a show of licking one of his hands and spitting on it. Even though Freddy hasn't done a whole shoot with the camera it feels pretty damn good on this end too. As directed he wraps his fingers around the kid's cock.

It's a great size and weight even limp. This way he can slip the foreskin up and down. Larry isn't sure of how many cocks he has had in his lifetime but there's something about his--and the man attached to it that really gets him going in every way. ]

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