orangetoughguy | log post II

That's it...keep up like that.

[Freddy responds to the mouthing, the cupping. His jeans aren't rolled down far enough to drop off his thighs but he almost wishes they were. Something about the way this man handles him makes the kid want to give everything to him, like a signal that his body is ready. Hell it's always fucking ready for him.]

[Larry's got all the skin he needs to work with, though it does give him an idea. How far is the kid sitting on the counter? He'd like to finger him too, but that could be left up for last time. Now is good too. The old man moans around his cock, picking up the pace. Handling him like this, he wants everything, he wants to be the only person to do this. It's unrealistic, and besides, it's entrusting the person to do what they want and come on back. That is just as pleasurable.]

[He's close to the edge at the moment but he can scoot backward, forward, whichever way Larry wants. He'll do it. One might think the cleanliness of the kitchen is a priority but...they're the only ones who live here. What does it matter?]

Baby...

[Again with the fingercombing and the hairtwisting.] Fucking beautiful, watching you suck me off... [Praise for Lawrence Dimick, Freddy knows Larry loves it.]

[Talking like that, holding him like that makes Larry want to give him more so more of that praise will come. He's pulling at those pants, lower now. He's got enough of a hold on the situation to help Freddy sit bare assed on their counter top. They'll clean it. For that though he pulls away to kiss and lick at his thighs until the old man has the kid where he wants him.]

Don't worry, tough guy. I'm not gonna go away.

[Wiry hair brush against his stubble.]

Whoa. [Freddy sounds for the scooting that gets the rest of his jeans off.] What're you--[Breathe, Newendyke.]--What're you gonna do?

[His bare chest is rising and falling faster now, green eyes wide on Lawrence Dimick because that handsome face is no longer on his cock. What next? Oh that feels nice too, the thigh treatment.]

Suck on my fingers and you'll find out.

[That handsome face is coming on back to the cock. He said don't worry. Larry swallows and looks up at him, very pleased with how wound up the kid is. And of course he provides a hand with fingers that can tote guns as easily as this man's body.]

[Well, he did challenge Larry to make him do things. Green eyes are half-lidding at the suggestion but Freddy obliges without a single word of protest. He'll make it look good too because he can see those brown eyes looking up. He purses his lips around one finger first, to suck on it like it could be Larry's cock too, except Larry's cock is far thicker, thicker than all five of his fingers wrapped together. He can taste the nicotine here too, also some salami. Then his mouth takes in a second finger.]

[He swallows again. Freddy is always worth watching. By the time the kid is at the second finger Larry is hooding his cock again. It's a position he gladly takes. Maybe because the old man knows how much of a fag he is. Or maybe it's because he likes watching the kid from this point of view. How many fingers is the kid looking to take on in? He wiggles them a little between his lips and rub up against his tongue, scissoring here or there like they will in another place.]

Mmmf...

[He sounds around those thick fingers. The way Larry treats his dick is worth making noise about. If he's a fag though well then Freddy must be the ultimate faggot because fuck... Larry still appreciates women. Not that Freddy hates women, he doesn't, honestly. He likes to believe he doesn't. Ahem.]

Mm...Larry... [He mutters around the scissoring motion, aching to push his hips up, but he can't. Now Freddy's got to relinquish the old man's hair to hold onto his wrist while propping a hand on the counter.]

[Sometimes Larry feels like he gives up too much, indulges too much but when the payoff is like this, instantly, why refuse? Slowly, he's got to take back his fingers. That hand that was on his wrist can go to keeping him propped on the counter. Maybe even give him a little leeway to move his hips. Those fingertips circle around like Larry's tongue about the tip of his cock. Are those green eyes watching?]

[What so soon? Oh well, Freddy can relinquish those fingers too because he's got this idea they're going to be doing something else soon anyway. Nice trade off. And his hand does go to propping himself up, leaning back on those arms now to watch Larry circle his cock. It evokes another shudder from the kid.]

What now...

[He dares to ask though without any tone of impatience. The kid swallows, watching, feeling. Does Larry give up too much? Sometimes he thinks so and it makes him feel a little guilty, a little more kid-like. But he loves the old man and he's got his own things to give up, he's got a lot to lose riding on this too. Not in this world though.]

[Always keep them wanting more is the entertainment trick. Though the star here isn't this old man. It's the kid.]

You'll [lick, lick] see.

[First finger, gentle but steady, going in to the knuckle ready move. Larry's mouth keeps on licking only.

They both have their give and take. It's not the cause that makes Larry feel guilty, it's making this kid suffer at all. Hasn't it been enough? Sometimes he thinks if he truly cared he would have walked away and spared him. Sometimes. Not right now.]

[More shivering and shuddering. Shit he's so fucking good to him. Every lick feels like such a fucking tease, almost enough to get him leaking pre-cum but not quite. It's that finger pushing in that makes him writhe on the damn counter. Not a lot though, more like squirming. For now.]

Fuck... [Freddy breathes.] More.

[He nods, giving Larry the go ahead to get in deeper, to add another finger. Hell can the old man see through his begging?]

[Another finger and they're moving together. Larry's eyes lock with Freddy as he takes his cock into his mouth again, this time it's not gonna pull off so easy again. The man said more.]

Mmmmmmmm.

[It's not the growl of an angry or hungry bear, even though he could eat him up.]

Oh shit...

[Two fingers inside him, a hot mouth on top of him, and to think the kid just took a shower. He wants to wrap his legs around Larry but can't because of his seat on the counter. Shit it only makes Freddy fucking harder, strain on his body turning his cheeks a little red.]

[Oh yeah. That's it. Ah well, he can shower again if he wants to. Though then that smell he's taken on right now will go away. The old man can't get enough of it. In fact he's feeling a little high, though it could be the fact that he can only breathe so much. That cock does feel harder between his lips. Damn.

Those two fingers reach his prostate. All the while, Larry is watching from the way he's shaking to the red in his face.]

[Too much. Too fucking much. Freddy can't take it he's got to put a hand on Larry's head again because if he can't thrust his cock deeper into his mouth then he can at least push that mouth farther down on his cock. Can't do much for the fingers though, he's at the old man's mercy much like his prostate is to his fingertips.]

God. Larry. Make me come, make me blow it real hard in your mouth. [It won't be a week's worth but who's gonna be disappointed? Nobody.]

[Deeper then, faster with his head. He moans softly around his cock because it feels good to suck it. Fingers keep at his prostate because he's going to do exactly what the man asks. Larry wants it, a weeks worth, a days worth, it doesn't matter. If only he had more hands to touch up on him. All he can do is tilt his head against his thigh, into his touch.]

[If he can't wrap his legs around him the least he can do is bring his thighs closer together to better feel the stubble on the old man's jaw. Oh shit the sensation and everything else, Freddy can feel himself leaking precum into that hot mouth.]

Fuck man. [He breathes, unsteady, fucking ready.] Shit.

[It's no dick in his ass but what's lacking in size he makes up for with dexterity. The pinpoint movement against him gets the kid writhing his way to a shuddering release. To think, this started with salami.]

[It's only a swap from one meat to another, one hunger for another. Larry only has one free hand and it clutches at the kid's thigh for dear life. Bruising as it may be it isn't a claw, possessive of this ready Freddy. He tastes the precum, he wants the whole shebang however bitter. It's what he's worked for and he'll live up to his word, a man's gotta take the highs with the lows.]

Larry. Shit.

[Claw for claw, the kid nearly digs his nails into the old man's scalp as he comes, like some subconscious gesture he wants Larry to take the entire mouthful and not let a single drop slip out. However bitter. Besides they're in the kitchen, he won't take offense if the tough guy's gotta spit in the sink.]

[Each breath comes out in a huff, over and over. He stays right on there waiting for the shaking to stop. The kid comes fucking beautifully from the sting of his nails to the way his thighs cradle the old man's face. That all he got left? Larry locks his lips and pulls off wearing a Cheshire grin. He'll be washing his hands, and mouth in the sink.]

[The shaking doesn't last too long, just long enough for him to fill Larry's mouth.]

Jesus...

[He stares up at the ceiling lights then down to that smug ass shit eating son of a bitch grin. Fff. Freddy pats his head.] Good boy.

[Was he going to the sink? The words make him swallow, all that bitter for the sweet, sweet words in return. Both hands on his thighs Larry slowly stands up. He will be washing his hands though.]

Fucking beautiful cowboy.

[Pant. Pant.]

[Breathe...breathe...breathe...wait what? Freddy stares at Larry.]

Did you just swallow? [That means Freddy will be shimmying off the counter to kiss him.]

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