orangetoughguy | log post II

Yeah. I forgot trunks.

[Freddy shrugs here like it's no thing at all because it isn't, because swimming isn't entirely on the agenda, because he can't help appreciating Lawrence Dimick in the buff. Even with his own clothes peeled off though the kid manages not to sport a hard on. Yet.]

Get in. Tell me if it's too hot.

[Paws smooth all over his chest relishing in the touch of his skin on the rough pads of his hands.]

Of course, sir.

[A pat to his shoulder before turning away to enter the water. Yeah kid, you get the rear view. One slow step and then the other.]

[Okay that touching is starting to get a stir out of him but not as much as the sight of his rear disappearing into the water. Freddy doesn't even know it yet but he's already rubbing his own hand over his own chest. Whoops pay attention Newendyke. The kid shakes his head to snap himself out of it then goes to retrieve the mojitos.]

So, how is it?

[The water he means. A naked Orange stretches out along the edge of the tub, not in it yet but he will be soon. He sets the glasses where White can reach them.]

[It's like a hot, hot bath soothing each muscle almost too much to endure. Almost. There's a low, slowly extending moan because it does something to the old man's bones that may not be weary but more tired than he thought. Once his torso is submerged he kneels a second to be chest deep before capturing water in both paws and drenching his head. The motion isn't deliberately slow. If Freddy's mind happens to ake it so well, they got that same effect on one another.

Back up on his feet again, he gets a look at the kid from toe back up to torso taking his sweet time. Those freckles are dotted all over.]

Just what I needed.

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[That sound sends a shiver down his spine while simultaneously raising the hairs on his arms up, among other things.]

Here.

[He hands the man his mojito, careful to stay on the side of his own hip as his chest rests flat on the ground. That cock of his might grow at a moment's notice and the ground surrounding the tub is hard.]

Are you loosening up? [Just a question. Yep.]

[He'll top it off with one big deliberate sigh. Gotta keep a man happy. If they're not gonna leap right on in to it he may as well be touching on the kid with his voice.

A cool drink while the rest of his skin warms would be nice indeed.]

Thanks.

[Larry takes a sip and leans back with both strong arms on the rim of the jacuzzi.]

Boy am I. Feels so good. I really think you'll like it in here.

[Just an answer.]

[Freddy's watching his every move, green eyes fixed on Larry's warm form. Oh they'll get to it real soon. The kid's drawing the experience out because within the window of time they agreed upon he got all he needed to be a "good loser" about the situation. He sips his drink.]

You got decent taste. Don't see why I shouldn't believe you.

[Another shrug except Freddy's not getting in just yet. He puts his drink down to rifle through his own clothes again. Jean pocket. Something for one time use. Is the old man watching? He wants to work fast enough to catch Lawrence Dimick with his pants down so to speak.]

[Like muscles that are sensitive and relaxing all at once, he feels like he can't quite let go completely. There's something waiting for the right moment. It's not a surrender. Not really. Larry is just as fixated. Where are those flappy hands. What are they doing?]

I got a history in story tellin'.

[The kid should know damn well. Brown eyes are watching him, trying to figure out what's in store. He takes another sip of his drink trying to ensure that the glass doesn't block his view. Trying.]

You can trust me on this one though. There's nothing in here you haven't seen.

[Especially his cock.]

No surprises?

[Funny how the kid is asking that question. Finally it's his turn to wade in and he does so by entering the tub from behind the old man. A flappy hand rubs over his solid broad back. He's no hulk but he's a big man, this Lawrence Dimick. A big man with his big cock.]

Bend over.

[But his cock isn't what Freddy Newendyke is quite after.]

Nothin' out of the norm.

[And together they're pretty incredible if he can think such things.]

You mean [oh that hand, the old man moves in the water a little and he places both of his paws up against the side of the tub and happens to press close to that man] like this?

[Freddy may not be a super soldier but he is most definitely impressive. Larry would never call him a little guy, especially with what he's got. He throws a look over his shoulder challenging the kid to do his worst.]

Just like that baby.

[Said hand runs down to his lower back then to his thighs. Between them. He doesn't push into the old man's body yet though, they need a special kind of lube for the waterworks. Thank God this is Vegas. Freddy grabs the one time use oil lube--a different kind of super serum--and snaps it open with his fingers.]

I might getcha a little messy.

[Freddy warns, as if that'll really matter to Lawrence Dimick right? He coats his fingers first then dips that hand below the surface again to slip two knuckles up into Mr. White.]

[Even though the water is hot he shivers under that touch.]

I think you got something else for me.

[Not just think. He knows. This means that the kid was quite the busy bee during their given hour apart. The room the super serum.]

I think I can deal.

[That first touch has him gasp. Fuck does the kid know how to handle the old man's ass.]

Like what? Tell me, I'm real curious.

[Fingers curl just right to press against his prostate. Surely the old man can't be satisfied with just the kid being all handsy.]

[Come on, old man. Don't fold too soon. It's dirty play asking right now. Larry tilts his hips back and jolts at the direct press of his fingers.]

I [he swallows thickly and licks his lips] I bet you have a hard, hot cock with my name on it. [He moves one paw close to his chest so he can try for a reach around.]

You got the right idea.

[Freddy nods while avoiding those paws. Hah. No he's not trying to be cruel or anything, he just happens to know from being in similar positions, a little teasing can go a long fucking way. Those fingers slip out of him now to rise above the water just enough to coat said hot cock. Boy is the kid rock hard now.]

You ever get fucked in Vegas, tough guy?

[He imagines Larry's always doing the fucking, be it a busty show girl or a firm valet boy. Not today though. Orange presses against him again, this time with something bigger than his fingers.] Well, have you?

[Seriously? To Larry's credit, he doesn't whine. The last thing he wants is to pull apart. He swallows and tries to paw at the kid even when he's making it very difficult. That teasing is going a long way, indeed.]

Yeah. [All the other faces aren't on his mind. Even though he can see the naked figures on the art best, he wants to lay eyes on the kid. Other fucks in Vegas....

What does it matter? He is anticipating feeling the kid up inside him. He fucked in Vegas, sucked dick and took a few show girls for a wild ride. ...Wait he did get fucked after a drinking game. The water sloshes as he widens his stance trying to be even more inviting.]

You have too. [Just hours ago.] Wanna do it again?

[As though he's in any position to make statements like that.]

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