orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.]

I dunno I kinda like how dirty it sounds, getting fucked in a commode or down on the floor.

[The shiny sheriff has a thing for a little tarnish on the badge, maybe. The drag of a smile right there doesn't help, Larry makes him feel criminal for all the right and wrong reasons. That quip about taste...well, Freddy set himself up for that one.]

So you're gonna do me like that?

[Down down down. Shit, feeling the old man pushing against him takes the words right out of his mouth. Freddy bends his knees, gently easing onto Larry's lap.]

You like being fucked in a commode? Huh? I remember that.

[Down and dirty or all dressed up, Freddy is perfect either way.]

Because you're under my thumb.

[He exhales in a huff watching his cock disappear into his body.]

[Seeing as how Larry is still partially clothed, the kid holds onto the old man's shirt too, fingers twisting into the fabric at his shoulders. It's gotten easier since the first time Lawrence Dimick took his ass cherry, but it's never just a simple slip. Down, down, down, completely. He's tight around the other man now, fully seated.]

Uh huh... [Freddy shudders. So much for an eloquent response.]

[His shirts have become more fitted ever since he figured out that the kid liked it. Though tonight he's got an older, more worn shirt. Plenty to ball up and hold onto.

Patience, he has patience. Freddy is worth the wait. Besides, pretty damn good that it isn't a simple slip for the both of them.

The tables have turned. Larry's high strung but not speechless. Rough fingers wrap around the kid's cock.]

Tell me what you thought about your Diamond Dave. What did you want him to do to you?

[Oh fuck that paw on his dick gets the kid's breathing erratic. Fucking tables.]

I--I wanted him to--Christ, Larry. [He's not quite riding Mr. White's cock yet but it's clear he wants to.] Knowin' what I do now? I'd get on my knees, let him push his dick into my mouth. [Huff huff.] Get it real nice and wet. Hell I'd do body shots of it.

[He's rocking in that lap now.] Then, after I've sucked it all down, he'd--he'd pull be up by my hair, shove me over his bright ass dresser, the kind with all those big lights. Pull my jeans off just enough, rip my briefs, and then he'd fuck the fucking shit out of me. Right in that fucking mirror.

[Like the sound of that, old man? Green eyes are looking down, maybe for approval, maybe for challenge.]

[Not too much stroking, an idle slide not reaching the tip or the base.]

I think he'd like it. You got a very [he'll thrust up for that emphasis] talented mouth, you know that right?

[The rocking gets him moving after a few beats, if only to get him sweating more.]

How could he not? I mean, he's gay ain't he? Who'd say no to you?

[Not this old bear.]

Like this?

[More force.]

[Freddy shudders for the idle slide while giving a nod to the compliment regarding his mouth.] And a nice ass.

[Immediately the words but I'm not gay come to mind...except how can Freddy even think that when he's riding another man's dick? Fucking crazy world ain't it. Shit his harder faster rhythm has sweat beading on the kid's forehead.]

Uh--uh huh. Would you wanna watch?

[Larry can openly assault Freddy's mouth while they're fucking face to face. It's one more way to get the best of that praiseworthy mouth. Fast, smart talking, smoke ring making...the list goes on and on.]

I think you got a beautiful ass.

[That he fucks every chance he can get. So far no complaints as far as the fucking goes.]

Oh yeah. Sure would. Bet you'd look good with under all those lights.

Mmf.

[That's a pleasant sound in case Larry can't tell. He parts his lips to have at the inside of his mouth too, everything warm and hot like he might be under those fancy rockstar dresser lights. Except instead of Diamond Dave fucking his brains out it's Mr. White. Freddy prefers the latter, exclusively these days.]

You jus--[Kiss.] Wanna watch, cause you know--[A hard grind.] In the end you got dibs on me, you get to--[Gulp.] Finish me off, then take me home.

[The unspoken side of that equation is how Freddy seems to be the only man allowed to plow Lawrence Dimick's prison-hardened ass. That's something no one else will ever get to know, their sweet secret.]

[With a man like Mr. Orange riding you, anyone would feel like rock royalty. All the stops are being pulled out. The old man works Freddy's cock faster in his hand.]

Uh huh. And learn how to fuck you like a frontman.

[It's true, in the City or in LA and over the country very few men can ever boast fucking Lawrence Dimick. It's a matter of trust. And in this whole wide City, he doesn't want any other fuck.]

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