orangetoughguy | log post II

That's it baby.

[A kiss to his back. Oh Freddy can see pretty clearly. He's watching Larry fight back so to speak which is wonderful but also encourages the kid to do his worst.]

You think you're so fuckin' tough.

[His fingertips dig into Lawrence Dimick's skin, guaranteed to leave marks as he meets that rear pound for pound.] You want my hand on you?

Don't you like em tough? [Gulp. Larry lowers his head and tries to stifle his cries just a bit. No luck.] Don't you like em Hard?

[Worst? More like best. Dead on to his prostate. That's what it feels like.]

What do you think?

[That's all the tough he can muster.]

But [pant pant] don't you want me to come on just your dick?

Love'em.

[Says the kid as he literally works the old man tough and hard. Those fingertips on one side are ghosting closer around him too. Not at all near his cock but halfway there. Of course he doesn't have to jack the guy off.]

Think you can--[Groan.]--handle it huh?

[Teeth drag at the back of Larry's neck.]

Yes.

[Maybe. Oh shit to even have that hand close to his cock at all. He lifts up more off of the seat. The old man's cock is hard and about close to dripping on the seat.]

I'm a tough piece of work.

[It's being said enough that it can't be the entire truth. He's not tough when it comes to the kid, making him happy and wanting to be pounded until the next 4th.]

[Thrust. Thrust.]

If I don't put a hand on ya. [Swallow.] You're gonna make a mess--in the car.

[Groan. Jesus talking while fucking takes a lot of effort but his hips don't aggressively push against Larry's ass any less. He even thinks about pulling out completely but shifting to the front seat to make the cowboy ride him is out of the question. Still, thinking about it makes him strike the old man's rear again like one would a horse...or cattle.]

You gonna--clean it up. If you make a mess?

[He didn't think of that. Thinking is a complicated when you are getting plowed. It'll be hard to move the same after this beating. Bending over to get every bit off of the seats and carpet doesn't sound great right now.]

O-okay. Okay. Do it. Fucking do it.

[Because he's leaking precum. The Righteous Brothers are starting Unchained Melody. It doesn't match. Oh well.

Can't he be a steed? That's more elevated than a horse or a cow.]

[What's wrong with them? Too unsophisticated for Lawrence Dimick? He's the one getting fucked under a much less classier sort of guy so maybe it makes some sense. The old man's a big champion working horse and the kid's a wild mustang on the prairie. There's something odd and reversed in that.]

Come on my dick, baby.

[These fingers reach around towards his cock but they don't wrap around it. They don't even rub on the head. Freddy's got his palm halfway under the tip just to catch what he can of White's load. He doesn't stop smacking skin against skin when pounding Lawrence Dimick.]

[Thundering heartbeat in his ears is like four hooves beating the trail. He's racing to get there.]

Keep on fuckin' me.

[Right on through his climax. They both know he's gonna grip him tighter than he already is, the old man doesn't care. His semen is flowing right on out into Freddy's hand and a little beyond. Not much. Through the shaking he pushes himself back onto Freddy.]

I am fucking you, Larry.

[The kid says it just to say it because damn it's fun to say. He groans when the old man's writhing grips him too, tight ass around his cock. Sometimes Freddy still wonders who on earth is allowed or was ever allowed to take him up the ass. Now though it's only Mr. Orange and that pleases him most. Just like the hit of hot semen in his hand does. When he feels it Freddy can't help but push hard into him then stay there to grind while he finally does grip Larry to milk out his load. So much for not making a mess in the car.]

You got anymore, huh? I'm not stopping until you're done. [His fist pumps hard and fast to compensate for not plowing him.]

[It's great to hear too. A fucking wonder every time. This is a cop. This is Mr. Orange. It's crazy and amazing, it only makes sense to them.

Larry rocks himself back against his cock and into his hand gradually becoming less frantic. He can feel his load obey the command of his fingers. Each slide pulling more until there's nothing left to come out.]

No. [Panting, loudly at that. Man, sure is loud in here.] You got it all. [He turns his head to look up at the man. Larry feels undone but they can't stop now. Not until he feels the kid come in his ass.] Now. Gimme yours.

Good man. [This cop wipes the mess in his hand over the crook's belly. What doesn't stick to skin sticks to the seats. Again, so much for not making a mess, but he might still hold Larry to cleaning it up.] Okay baby.

[Freddy breathes across his shoulder before pushing up a little bit more for the right angle, the right leverage to just fucking go to town on him. The kid's job is done now it's time for him to take care of himself. He's clutching Larry's hips again to make hard rough thrusts, one after the other.]

You're fuckin'--great.

[Grunt. Okay no more talking. Orange narrows his eyes when he just knows he's already leaking into White. Another three and he's breathing thinner, taking steep breaths, then writhing as he unloads.] Fuck.

[It should be a crime to feel this great. Like a fucking drug, except it's the other man that's injecting. Stupid thought but it's about as specific as Larry can think of it. Freddy drives him crazy, leaves him wanting more. They're fucking less than a mile from other people with only the cab of the car to hide them. How much sound is the ocean and music blocking? Rather than scaring the old man it makes him feel exhilarated. Sodomy ain't a crime no more.]

C'mon. Harder. [He braces himself more on the seat. Shit does the kid pack a punch. He's pounding the old man and his sensitive prostate into groaning again. Then he feels it.]

There we go. Don't hold back on me, babe. [Larry lets go of the upholstery to take a grip on Freddy's side.]

You got it. [Breathe. He isn't going to stop until he's sure he's given Larry all he's got.] Tough guy.

[His hips are grinding on that ass. Watch out that kid's becoming a weight on him as his writhing peaks then subsides. His muscles feel like they could melt into the old man. Paw on his side prompts him to run his fingers through Larry's hair again. Shit he's sweating himself.]

Jesus Christ...

[Like fucking teenagers. His mouth brushes along Larry's neck.]

Nice fireworks. [Cuz he sure saw some. There are a few sparklers that are on their way to fizzling out with that grinding.

Oof. The kid's not heavy, not really already winded the extra weight is something he needs to adjust to.]

Sure know what you're about.

[Excuse him while he twists under that hand to try and meet his mouth if he can. Is it just him or can he faintly hear talk and laughter from that bonfire? Hah.]

[Larry can hear that well? Okay he's not such an old man but it amuses Freddy to think about it purely in good humor. More grinding accompanies the firm mouth to mouth he gives. Takes. It's the same deal with them.]

Mmm. I gotta pull out of you, rocket man.

[He doesn't want to but some needs can't be met when you're attached to someone else on your dick.]

[Could be his imagination. After all, he feels like everything's still falling back into place in his skin.

The way his stubble scratches against Freddy reminds him he needs to shave, though it is nice to feel small pores react to the kid's touch.]

I'm ready when you are, Huston.

[Not willing, but it is what it is.]

[Freddy likes the feeling of fresh stubble. Hell a day's worth is good too. It lets them shave together, lets him know there's someone else living here when it's blonde and brown hairs in the sink. Maybe it's beyond domesticated to appreciate but it is what it is.]

Okay.

[Another kiss, then his arms are moving to wrap over Larry's shoulders as he pulls themselves apart. Slow and steady with a deeper gasp. Even this motion heightens his senses. And then the kid's a dead weight again.]

Loved the show. [Freddy praises with a pat to Larry's thigh.]

[Going from full as full can be to empty is something worth recovering from. He gasps even though he knew it was coming and lays there even with the kid on him. When he can muster up the strength he twists his body enough to lay on his side, now he has to grip at the man so he doesn't fall out of the seat. Oh and spread some of the mess to him too.]

One worth remembering.

[Larry presses his lips between Freddy's eyebrows.]

One time shot you think?

[Freddy asks. Is he being clever? Hopeful? Another 4th of July like this would be fucking heaven but maybe thinking for a second year could be asking too much. Could be fucking jinxing him. It'll be a year this fall. Shit. Resting stretched out on the edge of the back seat he leans into Larry's touch, one green eye closing.]

You're a mess.

[Spoken like a captain of the obvious, as if he doesn't actually like it. It's complete bullshit on the last part.]

[Brown eyes widen. He was thinking about what to do next year already and was trying to find a way to ease himself out of it. Hell though, the old man wants a future with Freddy so much more than he wants to let on. Already they're so soft on each other, as soft as tough guys can be.]

Naw. I don't think.

[And he's not gonna think any more on it. No more, old man.]

Yeah, some dick came around and did a number on me.

[Larry can't deliver that with a straight face.]

Got it all over the damn car too, doesn't this fuck have any manners? [He gives the seat a look up and down then pats Lawrence Dimick on the behind.] Sooner or later we're gonna have to reupholster this thing.

[Now which backseat does he really mean? Hm.]

Somewhere. He had other things though. [Still chuckling he moves this way and that so Freddy can get a good look.]

Reupholster? You think?

[Now that's worth figuring out. Larry pats the seat]

It's old but it holds up.

[Oh he's looking. His fingertips move up and down the curve of his rear. Freddy's totally able to talk about this with a straight face. Gotta be Marlon fucking Brando sometimes.]

It's still got a pretty good grip too. They don't make things like they used to.

[Larry lets his head tilt back and rest against the seat. As tempting as it is to shut his eyes at that touch he keeps them open just enough to look at this fucker delivering the smooth lines.]

Pretty good? ....It can take a beating from the likes of you.

I guess I know what I like so I give what I take.

[Another shrug. The whistling sound of a firework goes off in the distance. No shutting eyes here just yet though the kid's starting to feel a little beat. Quite literally.]

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