orangetoughguy | log post II

You'd know for sure. Regular professional.

[As well as a bullshitter and a cop. There's that too that's changed a hell of a lot in a damn year. He was just a passing fancy, something that inspired a jaunt with a street girl. And even after the black magic woman spell, they were close to parting ways, seeing other people but it just wasn't e-fucking-nough.]

Ten then? Nine? Eight and three quarters?

[Breathy exhale as they roll through the streets.]

[Freddy can't help but snort over the measurements this old fucker suggests. His swaggering talk compensates for however many inches are lacking to hit the foot long mark. Freddy's pressing around these parts just enough but hardly going under his waistband. He'll save that for home.]

Six and a half but I'm just guessing.

[Could be accurate, could be generous. Freddy's never really measured it but by comparison to those cocks in some of his special movies Larry's not exactly far off from the type. What a lucky son of a bitch you are, Newendyke.]

Guessing? I'm surprised.

[Just having his hand there at all is like added heat to his jeans. Yep. Saving it for home.]

We'll check sometime to be sure.

[All fun and games. The old man knows he doesn't have a gorilla grade cock. This one has served him this well. Freddy's got no complaints. His isn't too bad either. Calm down, Dimick.]

Almost there. We can leave the shit in here.

Why do you need to know? It don't change how much I like sucking and fucking it.

[Spoken so casually as his palm rubs just a little harder. Freddy's maintaining expert control because he doesn't want them to get into an accident.]

Whatever you say boss.

I think you should know, you know. Stay informed. You're the most involved party.

[Ooh, he's on it just the right way. And with just the right words.]

You know it really likes getting sucked and fucked by you too.

[Phew! Right up the street and to the parking structure in no time.]

What does it have a mind of its own now? Are you talkin' for it?

[Just bullshitting, really. His fingers contrast his flippant words by gripping him firmly.] Oh we're home.

[And just like that he lets go wearing a smile like the devil.]

Sure does. And I don't need to be a mind reader to know it's all about what it can do to you.

[Larry sucks in a breath. Freddy may feel under his fingers that all the talk is going right there.]

We are aren't we? Let's go in.

[Parked. Car off. Don't go leaping all into it now, old man. He does lean though as though he's adjusting that hat to steal a kiss. It's what thieves do. Right on out of the car now.]

Okay.

[And just like a sucker for thieves this kid falls right into his trap gladly. Freddy even makes a soft 'mmff' sound for that kiss before he's also climbing out of the car, almost giggly like a teenager. Look he's more than willing to fuck around too but he also wants to know what the old man got for him that's 3ft long. Oh shit, was he supposed to get Larry something too? He knows that guy to be somewhat of a romantic. Oh fuck did Freddy just fail at being sweet? Okay stop thinking about it, Newendyke, just get up there.

Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick it's late enough that the toucan doesn't even stir when they come in. His curtain's drawn and he's already tucked in his log. Lucky bastards.]

[The old man's hung up on treating the kid. If he has something planned it'll just have to wait.]

Sssh.

[Who knows what that bird wakes up to or not. Either way he grabs a hold of the kid's hand and hauls him up the stairs. He's got to go first though.]

Slow now. Don't trip.

[Even while the old man is at your neck and pulling your shirt up.]

Your room.

Okay.

[Another whisper, this time with some humor because he knows just how badly a bird's croak can ruin Larry's mood and tonight's is not a mood even Freddy wants wrecked by a buzzard. Up up they go and the kid's all hands too, working on the old man's belt to get that thing out that needs some measuring. Hard not to groan when his mouth is on him too hot damn. Fortunately clothes falling to the floor is soundless. In they go, it's still dark in here but somehow Freddy manages to open up those jeans and take a few buttons off.]

Show me. [Breathe between kisses. He means the three footer, though his dick will work too.] What is it.

[Larry snickers as his teeth scrape Freddy's earlobe. Okay means so much. He's gonna be okay. That's what Mr. White told Mr. Orange, it's a yes. Are they okay now? Is all of this okay? Even though it's their apartment they're as quiet as bandits. Clothes are dropping away without a care. Larry's now Freddy's.]

You sure you're ready? It's big. Bigger than three feet.

[The old man dips his head to sink his bear teeth into Freddy's shoulder. His free paw, the one that's not fixing to undo the kid's jeans fumbles for the light switch. Click.]

[Teeth dragging makes him fucking shiver and the hair on his arms rise.] Oh I'm ready.

[Until the lights go on. These hands are busying themselves in the old man's hair when caramel apple green eyes see it. See him. SHOVE. He pushes Larry aside--not hard, just enough so he can make his way towards the Silver Surfer and his menacing gaze.]

Holy shit. Holy shit.

[The door's closed thank christ or else a bird might hear him.]

[When you're puddy in someone else's hand and that hand drops, there's bound to be a splat. Larry doesn't fall but he certainly wasn't expecting this. He'll take his seat on the bed. This is a good sign then. Look how excited he is.

The old man can't help but feel resentful to that piece of cardboard about now, even though it's a piece of cardboard that's making Freddy very, very happy.]

You're uh [he clears his throat] welcome.

That's so cool where'd you get him? How'd you get him? I mean how'd you even know?

[No offense Lawrence Dimick but Freddy here never knew you paid close enough attention to pick out such an awesome cutout. These hands are roaming over the edges of the alien's arms, then his board.]

[That's thank you in Freddy language. He loves it. Brown eyes watch the two of them closely. Looks like this high color, glossed cut out is going to be loved more than any other had before.]

I had to go hunting around. There were a few other guys but...I had a feeling this was the guy for you.

[Freddy had a figurine after all. And this guy looked the most dynamic.]

[The grin on his face is huge until he focuses--really focuses--on Lawrence Dimick. The grin shortens a little, fading into a smaller smile. Yeah Newendyke, you could have said thank you. No matter, the kid has his own way of speaking. Topless and jeans almost undone he's suddenly throwing himself onto the old man.]

You sneaky bastard. [Growl.] Pickin' up other guys behind my back.

[Hands are clawing and hips are grinding.] My body's ready, it's all yours, but he gets to watch.

Just one. Get it right.

[Like rain water soaking a desert. It's on again. Don't cal him jealous. Larry would refute it. Or at least try to. That loss of contact in an instant put him into a mood, even though it was his own doing. Mood undone.]

He can look but he can't touch.

[No matter how much Freddy wants to. Oof. Back into motion, the old man grinds against him square on. However many inches he's is, it's about all hard.]

Deal.

[He's on top of Larry but still on all fours, enough to give him some leverage so he can grind against him. He may as well be dry humping the old man with all this eagerness.]

You're fuckin' great.

[A real fucking treasure to a loser like Freddy Newendyke. Okay hands are on the move again trying to pull their jeans off. Larry's first.] Want me to suck you off, tough guy? Get you ready?

[Fucking great he says. Larry smiles and gets back to kissing and nipping at his shoulders as he grinds right back while it lasts.]

Yeah, baby. Make sure I'm all good and hard for you.

[He helps peel the denim down his legs and toss aside.]

Make sure your friend can see.

[Like it or not, he's watching. Paws rove down Freddy's back.]

[Oh that gets a devilish gleam in the kid's eye. Make sure his friend can see. Okay, he can do that. Freddy shifts to overlap Larry's thigh from the side. He doesn't waste a second in cupping those balls and the base of his cock before his mouth hoods over the tip. Green eyes flicker from the cutout to Lawrence Dimick. How's that?]

Fuck.

[Right on it.]

That's a good man. Get me good and wet.

[If the old man can lean just so he can still properly paw at the kid's skin. Rough fingertips brutalize his nipples and claw here they well particularly on a sharp draw of his mouth.]

Wanted this so bad.

[A fucking year ago.]

[Those hard unrelenting touches to his chest only make his lips tighten around him so really everybody wins. Saliva's already starting to slip from the way he groans on Larry's cock because he's trying to get his own out with one hand. So far Freddy's only managed to open his own jeans. Fuck a year ago he could only imagine this, excluding one experience in high school he'd never sucked a grown dick before. Look at him now.]

Real bad?

[Just two words after he pulls his head up only to go back down on him. He works his tongue around the tip for Larry's benefit, to give his friend a show, to get it real wet for the next act. Up his head goes again so he can spit in his palm and jerk the guy.]

Never knew what it was like taking it up the ass, but I thought about you bein' the guy to do it.

So fucking bad.

[A year ago Lawrence Dimick was pretty sure he was too old and too removed from all those mixed up times. Women weren't for him, men weren't for him. It was a matter of finding the right man and the wrong man all at once.

He grips onto Freddy's hair a pull only for the pressure on his scalp. Larry doesn't even need to direct, the kid knows how to suck his dick. Seeing him struggle to pull out his own he makes himself lean and wrap his fingers around it. Hey now.]

Baby, I wanted to be that guy. Grab you hard and pound you, not some bitch from the corner.

[That's not the talk or thoughts of a man who is no longer interested in men. No sir. Spit on his palm to grease up Freddy's cock.]

[Oh shit he groans for that paw. Hey wasn't he supposed to be sucking Larry's cock instead of giving each other handjobs?]

I'm better than any bitch off a corner.

[Right? Not that Freddy's saying he's the best bitch or anything, fff.] How do you want me? How do you want me givin' that guy a show?

[He hasn't forgotten old Silver Surfer over there.]

[Oh he was. Then he got distracted.]

Goddamn right you are.

[For emphasis he rubs his palm flat up over Freddy's chest. No tits here.]

On all fours facing that guy. Stay still.

[Because he's getting the tape. It's been a while, and the man said show. So there'll be a show.]

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