orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.

[Wet lips only go as far as an inch before they pull right back off.]

Was he any good?

[The answer to this question may or may not affect the rest of the performance. Green eyes are looking up for an answer, hair still caught in his paw, mouth so damn close to his dick.]

[His grip is harder, more desperate. There's even a pull action though he's not out to cause pain.]

A newbie. Freddy, come on.

[Swallow. Breath. It's hard to keep any kind of cool.

He kept at it until I came.

So you were the first dick he smoked? Or just one of the first few?

[Casual conversation, really. Oh alright, the pull to his hair is urgent enough. He reaches farther back to cup those balls while holding Larry at the base.]

I guess he didn't do this then.

[And down that shit talking mouth goes, down down down until he's got as much of the old man's cock that will fit in his fucking mouth.]

No [The way he says it though it may as well be yes that's for how the kid is treating his balls] no he didn't.

[Larry's not holding onto his hair as tightly but gripping to hold the fuck on. He's panting hard. Fuck his mouth or wait? Fuck his mouth or wait? If the option is wait, which it may be, it only makes him question his resolve.]

You're-you're the major league, super star.

Edited 2011-03-28 03:28 (UTC)

Mmhuh?

[Tell me more. He'd actually say that if his mouth wasn't so occupied. Being this far down on Larry's cock he can't tighten his mouth around the man just yet, kid might choke you see. This gives way to a little bit of saliva dripping out and down to his balls, making somewhat of a mess in Larry's lap. The old man doesn't mind does he?]

[Is that more he's saying?]

Uh. He was licking, slurping... kinda like a dog on a lollipop. [It ends in a hiss feeling that warm, wet saliva. And no, he don't mind. The man has him so deep.] I told him just to fucking suck it. Best clue I could give.

[Huff, huff. Swallow.]

I'm so ready Freddy. So fucking ready.

[Those words, told him just to fucking suck it, get the kid real hard under his jeans too. Paws in his hair. Shit, he pulls his lips back upward to concentrate on the tip of his cock, around the smooth wet head. A kiss there and lick down the center.]

Ready for what? Where do you wanna blow it, baby?

[How can he not fucking moan like a whore with the way that tongue works him over.]

For you. Your ass. Come on baby. Get on up here and sit on it.

[And yes, he'll pull on his hair to help him stand.]

[Whoa whoa. Who knew his hair was strong enough for that. He fucking loves it. Scrambled up to his feet now the kid starts pulling his own clothes off.]

Are you sure? Did the guy do that for you too?

[Freddy licks his lips, eagerly pulling his pants off too until he's naked with an extremely prominent erection. Fuck if only he really did have those assless chaps. Easy access wear.]

[More hands on that wiry body to get those clothes off. Freddy doesn't need risqué leather anything to get this old heart thumping.]

No. [Larry leans to lick at that exposed torso.] He straightened up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. I kissed him then two drunk rednecks came around with the same kind of plan. They started squawking. I didn't want to fuck him. Especially the way I fuck you.

John Fogerty plays to a lot of cocksuckers.

[Freddy remarks like this is new information to him and it's fascinating. Not really though, he's just making conversation while Larry licks his torso up and down and all that.]

And what's the way you fuck me, huh? [He wants to know, he's gotta hear it before he gets the lube.]

No, it was a bleach blonde bimbo and some fuck.

[Though he chuckles. No, they weren't two more cocksuckers.]

I want you to sit on my cock so I can jack you off at the same time.

[Clear enough?]

Oh.

[Does Freddy look a little disappointed? Maybe. But that's okay no bleached bitch can bring his boner down. Getting the lube is a quick stop then back again to stand over Larry's lap. He hands the little tube over.]

I wanna see you coat this shit on yourself. [There seems to be a jacking theme tonight.]

One of these times...we'll go to a concert. Want me to fuck you there? Huh?

[Will that lift his spirits? Well, as much as they can be on his way to be fucked. Lube in hand Larry looks into this young man's face and for the billionth, maybe more he thinks of how lucky he is.]

I jacked off to Mick Jagger. [He says this, coating his cock as per the kid's request.] He didn't wear any assless chaps.

That'd be nice, take me out to dinner and a show, fuck me in the bathroom or wherever. Hell if you pick the right show nobody's gonna notice. Tom Petty would be nice though, I ain't seen him live.

[He shakes his head, feeling pretty fucking lucky anyway with or without that heartbreaker. Freddy places his hands on Larry's shoulder.] Mick Jagger sang about brown sugar, you two got a lot in common.

We could get a room near the venue so we don't got to go so far. I'll wanna drink. [Rubbing up and down his cock Larry leans to drag his smile over Freddy's shoulder.] I'd see Tom Petty with you.

[For some reason sweating out these seconds before fucking aren't as bad when the kid isn't wrapped around his dick. That waiting is the hardest part. Properly prepared he puts a hand on his main man's hips.]

How come you taste so good?

[That's actually a question as he's easing the kid on down. Larry positions his cock.]

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