orangetoughguy | log post II

[Low groans from Freddy, growls from Larry. It isn't going to be a quiet fucking. Not when they've had to behave themselves so long.]

Right up your ass.

[Entirely sheathed he kisses above Freddy's collar.]

I know. We'll be careful, Mr. Stark. [He was going to go for Hal Jordan but it's been done before. Note to self: learn more of Freddy's hero's names. The old man's list is short.] I'm not gonna let you fall.

[The air on his skin will feel great. Not to mention there wouldn't be any glass fogging over.]

Right up my ass.

[He repeats while tilting his head back against Larry. Those kisses are fucking amazing...about as amazing as being called Mr. Stark. Nevermind how in this kid's opinion Larry's the Stark to his Rogers, the Bruce to his Clark, or the Doc Holliday to his Wyatt Earp. Yeah something like that.]

...Okay. [For once this concession is genuinely somewhat submissive. Hard to be assertive when you're about to have to walk out while stuck on another man's dick.] Help me out.

[Larry better if he wants to get laid.]

[Boy oh boy if he were to even breathe any of those cowboy analogies the old man's heart would about burst with pride and gratitude to even be compared.

How did he get so lucky and unlucking on that bad, bad day?

Larry reaches past to pull the door open.]

Lemme do the hard part.

[The walking. The kid can shuffle along. Both arms go around him. Woah. It's only a few steps but walking like this is not an easy task. Feels fucking straight. The balcony rail is within reach now.]

Much better.

[He sighs out in a huff.]

Now you can see fucking everything. [While fucking.]

[Maybe he will one day but that day is not right now because he's too wrapped up in being on his dick while trying to access the balcony--oh. Feeling those arms around him his own feet start shuffling and then Freddy can't help but laugh a little.]

You're walkin' me out. [Grunt.] On your dick.

[Onto a balcony in a pseudo Las Vegas. Can things get anymore surreal? He loves it. The kid runs his hands along the railing.] Everything's great.

[Against the sounds of the city he may as well have whispered that veiled expression of affection.] Okay tough guy. Act like I'm part of one of your donkey shows.

Not like walkin' a dog on a leash. So don't expect it to happen all the time.

[And they can laugh about it. Feeling Freddy's chest rumble with it makes it contagious.]

Walking I mean.

[Both hands go up and down his sides.]

You're the star. The show starts now. [Larry makes sure his first slide forward is a steady, solid one.]

You'd put me on a leash? [A brow goes up. Would he muzzle him too? Honestly. Fff.] Ooh.

[So much for acting indignant. Those paws going up and down his sides feel like massaging rollers as his cock starts pushing again. It evokes a low stretched out moan from Freddy. It's not as loud as it could be out here but they're just getting started. Give the kid a moment to accept that he's getting fucked out in the open on a swanky balcony.]

God. [Fingers grip the railing harder.] That's it, cowboy, ride me.

[He needs to do a little more research before asking Larry to rough him up like they're outlaw and lawman at the O.K. Corral.]

I would but [grunt] I think you need somethin' heavy duty in case you try and run wild.

[Roller paws take to scratching up and down. Lawrence Dimick doesn't have long painted nails so it doesn't hurt. Now and then though he strikes the kid's chest open palmed like he's trying to urge a mount to go faster.]

Fuck. [The smell of Marlboros and testosterone fill his nose on the inhale to puff against his skin on the exhale.]

You want my hand on you?

You like the chase.

[Freddy argues in rushed tones with regards to running wild supposedly being out of Lawrence Dimick's favor before groaning. Not much time to keep talking. Those paws roaming over his body while those hips plow into his body take the kid's breath away. Goddamn they're really doing it on a Las Vegas balcony, a dream come true. Maybe no one will notice because they still have their shirts on although lacking pants is a pretty big sign.]

Put it on me--[Swallow.]--when we're inside.

[Huff puff. Yeah the kid expects to fuck in the suite too and anywhere will suffice.]

Uh huh.

[Intelligent. Eloquent. And there's grunting too.

Seeing stars, seeing lights and the sweat that might be gathering on his skin. Traffic is still running on through the strip. It isn't as loud to the ol' bear's ears as their skin colliding. They're louder than he thought he'd be. Oh well.

Harder. Faster. Larry grinds roughly at the end of each fuck. The kid isn't a woman and the old man's not a donkey... it's still filthy and beautiful that way. Paws clutch at his thighs from the front.]

I'm gonna come right in your ass, cowboy.

[Instead of a woman and a donkey he's a kid and a bear. There's sort of no winning in that kind of situation, honestly. Not that Freddy's complaining of course. Paws clutching his thighs make the rest of his body tighten around his dick.]

Oh fuck. Fuck I want you comin' in my ass baby.

[Freddy groans loud over the traffic. Shit they're gonna wake someone up he just knows it. The risk excites him even more. His palms grip the railing harder almost enough to fucking shake it if the whole place wasn't built to perfection. Rrrrrrrhrrrmm. Uh, is that someone else's balcony door opening above them?]

[Would people pay to see them like this? What a question. They aren't the standard movie star chumps. Freddy is attractive, he'd get takers if people knew the exact flavor of this orange. After all, the ladies look more than once. And fellas? Larry hasn't caught a motherfucker picking up on him yet but the very idea makes his pulse spike.]

Oh fuck.

[That dick that the kid is shouting for is leaking, as much as Larry wants to keep on going, he doesn't want them to be seen. He growls into Freddy's ear:] let go. Back up. [Goddamn he's held so tight and hot. Don't come like this. Don't fucking come while ducking out of sight.]

[They're going to have to repeat that walking trick.]

Edited 2011-07-19 04:18 (UTC)

[They'd probably get paid on the amateur or dungeon circuit, maybe. People put big money down for photoshoots too. If anything Larry could be his agent, not that Freddy's ever seriously considered a career change down that path. He can't even arrange a proper third party fff.]

Hey hey hey take it easy.

[Wow suddenly being on his dick isn't so fun when they're trying to sneak back in. The kid does let go though and with extremely careful steps he shuffles after Larry's lead. Fucking surreal. When they're inside though he's laughing again kind of--it sounds like a cross between laughing and gasping.]

Don't wanna share huh? [Oof. His hands reach back to rub along any part of White he can touch.] I'm fuckin' rock hard Larry.

[That's his way of begging to continue fucking. The glass door's left open too so even if their upstairs neighbor can't see them they might hear them.]

Easy as I can. [Delicately as he can keeping all of the equipment in one piece. The evasion, protecting what is rightfully his of course enhances the experience.]

I don't think they'll wanna make it all the way down to our floor, we started without em. We'll finish that way.

[Breathe even under the touch of those flappy hands.]

...do [first slam back into motion] you wanna share? [He grinds and kisses Freddy's shoulder. Yep. Back to business. The upper balcony will have to just deal with the soundtrack of this show.]

Sounds like a plan.

[Freddy coughs out, needing help standing upright. Hey Larry dragged chair over here didn't he? The kid's bending over the back of it for balance and leverage. He groans again over that thrust, pushing the tension down his damn thighs.]

N-no...not now. [Swallow.] Now I just want you. I want you fuckin' me, baby. I want you comin' up my ass, tough guy.

[Has he stroked the old man's ego enough?] And put your hand on me.

Later. [Panting and gasping he laughs because it keeps becoming later and later and their own coupling keeps getting more and more exciting. How's that even work?]

You got me. [Hard and fast. The minute the kid asks for it, the old man's hand is right there.] God al-fucking-mightly you do. [Larry works his paw in double time. A handful of hard hits at Freddy and his prostate and he's blowing his load like he said he would. Noisily.]

Sure.

[He answers most distractedly. Yeah yeah it becomes later and later so sure him. Larry ain't complaining is he? The way his body feels pushing hard and deep into his own sure doesn't seem like disappointment or settling for only what they got. How's that even work?]

Oh fuck yes. Fuck keep doin' that. I want you unloadin'... [Those words were gonna go somewhere but they get lost in more gasps and moans and some loud huffing and puffing that's sure to travel upstairs.] Son of a bitch. Gimme the whole thing.

[Whoa was that an outright command from Freddy Newendyke? Sure sounds like. The chair is scooting by barest measurements from their movement.]

[No disappointments here, especially not in Freddy's body. It's highly satisfying. When he walks into a room it's like all of the old man's senses heighten for a breath, a look or a smell. Any third party at this point would know that they're a guest star and nothing more in this bear and kid show.]

It's all yours. Every fuckin' drop. Right. [Gulp.] Right into you. [.....holy shit the way they're goin' at it may as well be an express ticket to hell. No hiding that they're two assholes fucking. Something like that.]

Dirty, greedy little shit.

[Whew! Talking coherently is hard. Larry is still moving the kid on his dick. Forgive him if the movements of his paw are rough as they are almost a fist on his dick and claws at his chest.]

Asshole I'm not greedy.

[Yes he is. Especially when it comes to Lawrence Dimick. But for emphasis Freddy reaches back to twist his fingers into Larry's hair. This acts as some sort of 'punishing' gesture as well as a way to anchor them together, as if the paws on him weren't already enough. Now the kid can rock his hips back and forth, effectively fucking himself on the other man while fucking his fist.]

I'm gonna come on you.

[He says it loud enough for it to travel on out to the balcony. Freddy doesn't even care if the upstairs has already gone back inside. They're free to be loud considering the price. Is this some form of exhibitionism anyway?]

Oh fuck! [There he goes, writhing and shivering, looking like he might just collapse all over the chair.]

[Protesting doesn't convince at all. A man can't say he's not greedy for semen when he is rocking on a dick. Goddamn, Freddy Newendyke is beautiful like this. Flappy hands twisting into the old man's hair make him feel like he's the horse or donkey or whatever the shit since Freddy's taking himself to his own end practically on his own.]

Get it all the fuck over me. I want your whole damn load.

[They sound like two raging homosexuals, selfish and reckless fucking like wild animals at four in the morning. It feels so free.]

Yes. Yes. There we go, baby. [Both hands go to Freddy's groin, one furiously working his cock and the other cradling and kneading his balls like it'll help pull out more. Naturally there'll be a mess all over his fingers.]

[As long as Larry doesn't say that aloud Freddy won't have more to protest. Greedy for cum and cock? Sure. A raging homo? Uh. Best not to go there, not when the kid's still unready.]

God...

[That's a whine and whimper like he's in pain when his orgasm starts subsiding. Could be the way paws are milking him too which would make him the livestock in this equation right? It doesn't really hurt though and that's the important part. Instead there's a well satiated mess all over those thick fingers and a little bit on the chair. Oops.]

I'm fuckin' spent.

[To be honest, Larry wouldn't consider himself to be raging. He's sure that there's enough cocksucker in him to be homosexual or...whatever. It's their secret.

His pulse is no longer beating in his veins and brain. Woah. Now he's feeling bone tired. Thick fingers slowly let go of the kid and just hold at his hips a moment. No drying them off on his clothes because this is what they wore in. Dry cleaning it is for them.]

Good going, Angel Baby.

[Sugary sweet thing to say when the room is cooling down. Just another tune that hit the air before Freddy was alive. But it's just like heaven being here with him.]

[The tune is lost on the kid but it could be more so that he's recovering from getting fucked than it is his age. He draws his own fingers down and away from Larry's dark hair but not off him just yet. Fingertips run along his jawline.]

Thanks. I had help.

[Deep gasps have turned into slow shallow puffs. His body's cooling down but still warm to the touch. Looking over himself the kid can see those paws and the ivory links attached to his sleeves. Cuffs of a different sort.]

So was this...a morning fuck? [Considering the time and all. It's not really an important question, Freddy's just curious.]

[Great. It's stuck in the old man's head. Right out of fucking nowhere. No one else to blame here. He turns his head enough to nip at the kid's palm.]

I'm gonna pull out.

[Hopefully he won't keel over. That's what he feels like he could do.]

Breakfast. [The bear growls regretting the removal but there's no way the'll sleep like this.] So we can sleep in I guess until lunch.

Okay. [He nods, palm cupping even as he nips. It's the contact that counts and this compensates for the loss between his thighs. Freddy groans first then it turns into a low hiss when he's left feeling empty.]

Breakfast fuck huh? Fair enough.

[Where's the bed? Oh right in another room. Freddy needs a breather even though they've had rougher, longer, fucks. Something about where they are and what they've experienced up until this point is overwhelming. The kid chooses to sit on the floor, plush and soft as it is since they paid for top of the line amenities anyway.]

They should have one of those big open buffets right?

[There'll be a lot more touching before the night...day...morning...is truly out. Since they're apart the old man moves to the bathroom. It is big enough to be someone's room in a motel with the way the mirrors are. Both hands cleaned he then wets a cloth. Water feels particularly cool on his hot skin.

He'll share the wealth. When he comes back into the room his eyes move to the bed, the chair and then finally finds the kid on the floor. A whole damn expensive room and he sits on the floor. It makes the old man want to give him more rich, expensive shit so he can do whatever he pleases with it.]

They should. They better.

[The old man knows he'll be hungry, Freddy may be starving by then.

Paws take the cloth from toucan grade nose to balls cleaning where the kid needs it. Oh and touching because he can without the frenzy and build up of not one but three very risque shows.]

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