orangetoughguy | log post II

[Freddy stories are three parts auditory and one and a half part hand movement. The rest is all in his expression.]

High as a kite and that's how it happens.

[Fuck all, Larry's smiling. Happy to hear about this kind of bullshit.]

Did you get hard right on there? I mean, your friends are around.

Like they'd fucking notice. Who wasn't hard? I mean there were girls in there too taking their tops off or whatever. [The kid may or may not be playing up his disinterest in those ladies compared to his interest in Diamond Dave.] I kinda don't remember the rest of the show. I woke up in some trailer, face down on the floor with a really sore ass.

[Freddy wets his lips, green eyes narrowed in blurring the line between fact and fiction. There's a pause here for Larry to use his imagination.]

...Turns out I slipped in the pit, hit my head on one of the barricades, got my ass stomped on by some shithead in steel toed Docs. I mean, that's what they told me anyway. [He shrugs.]

So that's where you got your appetite for destruction at least.

[Swallow. Oh yeah, he's picking up what Freddy is putting down. Clever son of a bitch indeed. Larry shakes his head.]

Some trailer? Who's trailer? Obviously you needed to head on home.

[Still no beating off either, kid.]

Real clever. [He nods, giving props to Larry whether or not he meant for that to be a reference. At this point though the kid shrugs.]

Someone's cousin, just a place to crash, the other guys were outside shootin' the shit, I could hear'em. The point is when I woke up, that first moment, I thought holy shit did I just get fucked by this guy? Instead of feelin' worried, it got me all wound up. Wishful thinking, you know. That's why I started jerking off to Van Halen, cause it reminds me of what could've been my rock and roll fantasy.

[The chair creaks a little as Larry stands. He musses up that floppy head of hair and then combs it back.]

Is that how you would have wanted it to go? Fucked until you passed out. That would have been another big secret that your parents would never ever know about.

[Besides the concert. We're talking about back then, not fraternizing in every sense of the word with a criminal.]

[Oh, Freddy loves that, the feeling of having his hair messed with then combed back by those thick fingers. His hand on his head, he fucking loves it.]

Would it make me a pussy if I wanted to get fucked like that and wake up next to the guy?

[Something about the way Larry touches him this way makes Freddy feel younger than he really is, more like a boy than a man.]

[Funny because Larry fucking loves it. It's a privilege. Some fucks would believe it's a patronizing. No way. It's adoring.]

Not by my count. In fact I don't think it's sounds so bad and I'm no pussy.

[A fucking fool for love, that's another story.]

[This gets a laugh out of Freddy who gives the old man a poke to the chest.]

That you are not, my man.

[Cuz if he was this kid wouldn't be fucking him so happily.] Even for a rock and roll clown. But at least it's not KISS.

The paint don't do it for anyone I think.

[That poke is nothing though the touch gets the old man ruffling his hair up again. Crazy kid.]

You ever tell anyone how you really feel about Van Halen?

[Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.]

No. [He closes a green eye for the ruffling because that shit's getting him in the eyes. Maybe it's time for a haircut.] I mean they're nothing next to Queen or Rush for me.

[That must leave Diamond Dave pleasurable only to the body, not the mind or soul.] Most Van Halen fans are douchebags anyway.

[Both hands together they can hold his hair away from his face. Hey, it is pretty fucking long. Experimentally, Larry fixes it all together and he can hold in something of a ponytail.]

Except, as far as I know, you don't whip it out for Queen. Or do you?

[Oh, he catches on. Van Halen is a one night stand or a wild party. A man doesn't go to them all the time. Hair is pulled gently so that they can make eye contact.]

[A ponytail? Maybe only in the back, and more like a sprout. No really because the kid hasn't had long(er) hair in years, years he actually doesn't care to see returning. At least when it comes to his appearance. Freddy can do with less lines around his mouth though, maybe.]

I do. [Breathe.] Sometimes.

[The way Larry handles his hair just makes him want to tell the truth. Kinda. Those green eyes are staring back.] Like when I want to ride my bicycle.

[Only if the old man gets it.]

[He doesn't know all of the lyrics. Not by a long shot however he knows that tune.]

You want to ride it where you like?

[That much he knows. He's still fussing with that head of hair on Freddy's head. The back is the longest, but its easier to grab a hold of firmly in the front.]

Ready Freddy's got a healthy drive.

Is that like a pet name for me now?

[He asks curiously because he is curious if Larry likes the sound of Ready Freddy, and Freddy who's always ready for him. He does have a healthy drive, he won't be disputing that. As for the hair grabbing...it really makes he kid want to do only one thing, and those green eyes are hovering steadily between brown ones, the tough guy's chest, and the tough guy's pants.]

Only if you want it.

[The nickname and the one thing. Larry licks his hips.]

What other crazy things are you gonna tell me now, tough guy? Tough and Ready Freddy?

[Because the old man hauled himself up and came running. There should be more in it for him...well, the dessert after the meal or whatever. This green eyed monster here sure drives him wild.]

Uh... [Oh, he's got that look on his face.] Well.

[Flappy hands are reaching over, reaching and reaching, to take the gun out from Larry's waistband. He sets it carefully on the table then gestures for the old man to sit down again.]

Get comfortable.

[Enjoy it, Freddy Newendyke. Very few people ever, ever touch Lawrence Dimick's guns. Paws let all of that hair slip away from his fingertips.]

Well, alright.

[The old man sits again.]

[It's a privilege, he knows that very well, even treats it like a ritual. Now that Larry's sitting though his mind isn't on ritual or romance. Without a second to waste the kid falls out of his chair and right onto his knees. Flappy hands work to pull those sweats down just enough to get Larry's dick out.]

I'll show you what rock and roll clowns can do. [And not just cocaine or whatever.]

[There's nothing kid-like or childish about how he is going at Larry. Idly he thinks about those heart wrenching guitar solos where the man gets down on his knees and plays the shit out of his piece.]

Oh fuck.

[Is there any surprise that cock is well on its way to getting fully hard. It's got nothing to do with girls, girls, girls.]

[Playing the shit out of his piece like Freddy is with Larry's dick right? Cause that's the intention. He's got both hands on the old man now, cupping it so his tongue can do some work first. He's not gonna hood his mouth over him just yet.]

You like that, baby? Anyone ever do this for you at a show? You can tell me.

[That fucking mouth of his, oh shit. It's got him shivering and shaking. No wonder or surprise at all that his hands go into Freddy's hair.]

Shit, I love it. [Hard and getting harder.] I--mmm I went to a John Fogerty concert. I ran into a man and spilled his beer. I bought him another and another.

[His words are rough and rasped. The whole time his eyes are on the kid.]

[John. Fogerty. Of course Larry's a CCR kind of man, no joke. Freddy finds it kind of charming. Oh shit that hand in his hair, he loves it. More licking though, no sucking just yet.]

Oh yeah? [A kiss to the tip.] And? [More licking.] What kinda man was he?

[Here the kid was expecting his story to star a woman, not that that would be wrong. He kind of likes the fact that for all his appreciation of the fairer sex he still beds a motherfucker like Freddy Newendyke.]

[Whole lotta shakin' going on for every time his tongue swipes over the tip of his cock. The swipes to the sides are just as enjoyable.]

Tall drink of water. [Gulp.] He was wearin' some college football shirt. Kinda had a meathead air about 'im but... he was pretty buzzed or something an' he kept calling me Lou. All I knew is that he wanted a piece of me.

[Fingers clutch at the kid's hair. He's not gonna move his hips or nothing, not yet. Oh damn though it's tempting.]

Meathead huh? [That 'huh' acts as a warm blow to the tip.] Was he buzzed enough to give "Lou" some head?

[Another wrap of his tongue before Freddy purses his lips over his cockhead again. The kid's gotten pretty fucking good at oral. No hooding though. The story has to get good first.]

Oh yeah. [To his question and to the heat of his breath rolling over that sensitive skin. His blood feels like it's jumping.] I didn't take him seriously so I...was gonna walk away to the vendors. He followed me. I'm not strong enough to say no.

[Or at least he knows what he wants and isn't afraid of it. Finally having just some of that mouth wrapped around him is something of a victory.]

Baby. Oh fuck. You're killin' me.

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