orangetoughguy | log post II

[He licks his lips all the way around because he knows it feels good to be good and wet as he peels down Freddy's underwear. The fingers in his hair, the grip feels good and certain.]

Sounds good.

[First experimental lick at what he's seen what he's let himself think about. Tastes like skin and he lifts his eyes to look at Freddy as he moves from the tip to the top. Once and again. Baby he says and it makes his cheeks go red. Be a man, Dimick. And that cock goes between his lips.]

Shit that's it. [Oh God that mouth, fucking teenage mouth, is on his dick just like he wanted. Shit. Freddy tilts his head back and can't fight off the deep satisfied sigh he makes.] Shit yes...you do what you want, baby. Don't get shy.

[Freddy won't laugh at him or criticize him or tell him he sucks dick like a pussy newbie. Freddy won't make him think he's doing so fucking good then kick him in the dirt and spit on him for being a dirty fag. He won't do anything like that, doesn't Larry know? He could never.]

Mmmmm. [Deeper now to get a feel, how much can he fit? Larry goes for more and lets it slide because...that felt good. The verbal encouragement lets him try other angles, both of his hands go to Freddy's hips then slide down his thighs. He pulls away to breath because it's harder than it looks.]

Good?

[Tongue licks at the tip again then he's right back again, the part of Freddy's dick he can't fit--and he find it's like pushing a popsicle stick too far, he'll wrap his hand around.]

Uh huh, real good. [He speaks distractedly which ought to convince Larry he means it. Fuck his hands are stroking through his hair, almost like he's petting the kid for a job well done. Watching Larry go down on him is riveting. Freddy could come right here right now to the sound of black magic, where it all began.] You're doing it so right, you're beautiful.

[Freddy's palm rests on the side of Larry's face, light leverage for him to slowly and carefully fuck the boy's mouth. He's got to put a foot up on the edge of the couch seat for balance.]

So fuckin' beautiful. [Breathe.] You don't have to...you don't have to take crap from anybody--here. [Swallow.] I'll treat you like fuckin' gold.

[Through the nose. Huff, huff. His eyes move from watching Freddy's hips to his face when he speaks to watching that cock disappear into his mouth. Woah, and when they're moving together.]

Nnnn.

[He moves carefully trying to take more in. Those hands on him and those words make him feel beautiful, like gold just as he says. Larry doesn't care anymore that he's red in the face. Should he keep going? Swallowing his own saliva feels very strange right now.]

[He'd love for the kid to keep going but there's something else he wants to do, something he's been aching to do since he first saw this young son of a bitch. Should Freddy feel ashamed? Heck no, not if it's Larry right? They're fucking, they love each other, no harm no foul. Right? Fingers press into his hair again, this time urging that mouth to ease off.]

Okay okay, cool it. Cool it... [Breathe Newendyke.] Shit you're gonna make me come like that. [He shakes his head.]

Listen... [Ask him, it's only right.] Do you--can I. [He swallows because this is fucking hard and he doesn't mean having to ask, it's having to ask nicely.] Do you wanna fuck?

[Talk about Shakespearean. Good going Newendyke.]

[See though he would keep going because isn't it how it's done? Though if the man says lay off he does. Larry looks up at him and wipes any saliva off of the corner of his mouth. That's a lot more work than he thought it'd be. Regrets are not in sight yet.]

I wanna make you come, Freddy.

[Simple as that. Though he listens to him. It's a question he wasn't expecting to hear though a guy like Freddy he's real nice. That's probably why he's asking again. Larry pulls off his shirt and sets it aside on the couch.]

Yeah I want to fuck.

[The music is still rollin' too. Santana is drifting off and it's going to be replaced by the Rolling Stones.] Though... I wanna let you know that I haven't--I mean I've handled some other cock but I haven't fucked a man before.

[And thinking on this after the words are already out this could be unappealing. Big brown eyes blink and drift away with the realization. Good going. Well shit though, he's come this far. Keep going!]

I want to, believe me. I want to. Please.

[He's already seen this kid naked but seeing those muscles flexing as he pulls his shirt off to bare his chest again just makes Freddy want to bust his load already. All over him too. He's so fucking gorgeous, scarless, sometimes he wonders if Larry was made for him...or is it the other way around since the copper is the real kid in this equation?]

It's cool, cherry. [Freddy has, a lot, and all because of Larry himself.] If you don't like it you tell me okay?

[Shirt gone, everything else gone. This is best accomplished fully naked. But Officer Newendyke's gonna stay on his feet looking down at this young handsome son of a bitch aching to get fucked. He's never had the opportunity to pound Lawrence Dimick face to face, he's entertained why. This Larry, this teenager, he must be before all that. Shit he's gonna take Larry's cherry.] Scoot down a little.

[He urges to pull the brunette's rear closer to the edge of the couch.]

[As for Freddy, he's got long lean arms and a torso to match. No muscle man that looks like he's inflated flesh. Larry feels like a big brute, panting and ready to please.]

Okay. I'm not shy. [So he says. It's easy to say being naked on a stranger's couch. He looks up at that body, that cock wet with his saliva and in spite of himself smirks. Scooting as instructed he reaches out to touch Freddy and feel the sparse hair on his legs.]

[Freddy sees that smirk (and feels those fingers) and raises him a cock of his brow.]

Are you gettin' dirty on me now, huh? Is that how you want it? Cause I can be filthy too. [To emphasize this claim the dirty blonde leans in, fists to each side and practically grinding into the teenager to press their hard dicks together. His face is so damn close, sharp green eyes to those wide brown ones.] You feel that? If you wanna fuck it's gonna have to go in your ass. Tell me that's how you want it, I'll do it. I'll stick it to your ass, baby.

[Somehow he manages to get the lube without going anywhere. First his fingers get a coating, then they're reaching between those firm thighs to press against him.] Yes or no?

Fuck.

[It's a desperate yelp. The man said dirty, Larry wasn't thinking gutter. Rubbing together he feels like a worm on a hook, shaking. He can smell Freddy's breath and sweat. All he knows is that he wants more. Larry won't be a scared piece of shit anymore. Rough, tough street guys do what they want, get what they want. That's how he wants to be. No more fear or cowering. He'll see for himself then decide if its right or wrong, based on this moment it's so damn right.

A paw rubs up from his stomach to Freddy's neck as he cranes his neck to try and get a kiss.]

I want it. Shit. Please. I want it. Fuck me.

[How can he be saying this? Aw fuck the pressure of fingers breaks his attempt at mirroring this cool calm fella Freddy. Brown eyes shut focusing on exactly how those slick digits make his whole body feel hot.]

Yes.

[Such a nice paw too, not quite as big or calloused as the ones he knows best but still just the same. Smooth bear paws. Will there be smooth bear claws to mark the kid too? That would be nice, something raw and visceral compared to the desperate raking of girls' fingernails. Freddy slips down to the first knuckles. Yeah, he's starting with two, but slowly.]

You're gonna have to relax then, Larry. Get real nice and easy. [To help facilitate this process he cranes to start sucking on the teenager's throat.]

[No claws yet but he's clutching.]

I-I can [gasp] relax. [Pant, pant. His insides are slowly spreading at the touch of this stranger's hand.]

Ooooh.

[For the finger, for that mouth at his skin. Larry tilts his head away and back against the leather of the couch.]

Freddy--oh fuck. [Boyish red is in his cheeks. This would never happen with a woman, at least not that he can foresee. And he'd never feel this. Those animated, rough hands are touching him where no one ever has.]

You--[Lick.]--like that? Getting ready to get fucked, huh? [His mouth purses and tightens once more, eager to leave light bruising on Larry's neck because hell it ain't gonna be there later right? He scissors his fingers then curls them to press against his prostate.]

This is what I'm gonna do to you. I'm gonna get you right here. How does it feel?

[It's dirty talk and it's investigative, gauging the kid's comfort level and openness to really trying this. Was Larry like this for his first time? The real first time and not this rock and roll fantasy?]

I do. I [swallow] I love it. [Wheeze. Every normal function outside of shaking and shivering under his touch. The touch to his prostate is not one he was expecting. While the stretching and pressure, not to mention the suction of the mouth on his skin was getting him hot and bothered he jolts. His body tightens.]

Jesus Christ! [For a moment he thinks that he came right there, no. Not yet.] I-incredible.

[Larry's first time was when he was fifteen at a party. He and his date, a certain Vickie went into a den and locked the door. It did not last long but he was a quick rebound. At fifteen he was eager, clumsy and slobbery...and the one calling the shots in his way. Nothing like this.

Freddy said he's going to get him right there. He leans up and presses his mouth even while panting to kiss this man.]

Uh huh.

[That's the only sound he makes while fingering this boy, the jolt no surprise to Freddy who's become extremely accustomed to the feeling himself. It's great, in his opinion anyway. But remembering that he tasted precum on this tough guy he eases off the prostate to scissor again, get his body ready for the feeling of something bigger. Meanwhile his tongue slips into Larry's mouth, probing just like his fingers are doing. Beautiful. Eventually he parts.]

You're gonna be okay.

[Fuck the words just come out like that. He doesn't know why. Pulling his fingers from that tightness the kid works on coating his own dick, mixing lube with saliva.]

[Can he take it? Right now Larry feels like he's balancing on an edge. There'll be a fall. Good thing he was never afraid of heights.

He laps his tongue against Freddy's, welcoming him into his body. At least he has more control over what happens in his mouth.]

I'm gonna be okay. [It's spilling out as a desperate whine. Oh man. He eyes that cock now looking super slick. It's gonna go right into him. Don't take his chest rising and falling quickly as a show of fear. The moment has stretched into eternity. Larry sucked his cock days ago, how he's aching for the whole thing.] I'm gonna be okay. Lay it on me, man.

Okay. I will.

[It almost comes out like a whisper before Freddy tosses the lube aside, then he's leaning down again, almost crouched against this beautiful body, this body that's gonna take his whole dick inside it. Those firm legs are at his sides and again Freddy finds himself thinking he's never been able to fuck Larry this way before. Is it male ego? A poor experience in the past? Whatever the case, this Lawrence Dimick is gonna let him fuck him right here right now. He's pushing into the teenager, slowly. Carefully.]

Relax, man, just relax. [It takes all the will in the world to not just stick his cock all the way in. Fuck he's tight.]

Uh huh. [His brow furrows. Cock sure is thicker than two fingers. Both legs tighten on either side of his hips. This Larry Dimick is more limber and flexible, he doesn't have any back problems and his first time taking it up the ass isn't by force.]

S'really big, Freddy. [That there is a compliment. The way he's panting it could be a laugh, one of those given for a relief of tension. Calm down, he can calm down. Bit by bit, his body is taking in Freddy's cock. He's not even sure how, it's amazing to him too.]

[Freddy wouldn't feel as enthusiastic about this if he knew how the Larry of his usual days first experienced taking it up the ass. You got so fucking lucky with this tough guy, Newendyke, now look at you taking advantage of his teenage naivete. All of that's behind him though because at this point there's no way for his mind or body to make him stop. It doesn't look like Larry wants to stop either. You're in deep, Newendyke. Almost literally.]

You're really tight, Larry.

[Grunt and fucking sigh, he called him big. What an ego booster, even if it's all talk and blind praise. Slower, deeper, carefully, until it feels like he's goddamn wrapped up and suffocating on Lawrence Dimick.] Shit...you okay?

[Freddy's already sweating and panting.]

[Wow. There were nights he spent thinking about men he had seen in movies or on the street only touching them as much as his imagination would allow. Jerking off in the locker room with his peers was about as good as he expected it to get. Was.]

I don't even know how you got so far in me. Oh my God.

[A bit more and that's it. Freddy is completely sheathed in Larry's seventeen year old cherry ass. He moves to kiss and pant at the man's neck, paws sticky with sweat still holding on.]

Yeah. I'm okay. [Swallow, pant pant.] Feel so full. [He speaks in a rough whisper.] You-you gotta fuck me, man. [If they stop now, Larry's certain he'd die.]

Cause I'm a professional. [He offers as an answer for how he got so far up this kid's ass. Freddy has to wet his lips and swallow, restraint going a long way because the last thing he wants is to make Larry feel uncomfortable.] Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you.

[See these flappy hands? They're going under the teen's ass just to position him better, more on the edge but not off it, just the right fucking angle. Then his hands are roaming up Larry's chest, over muscles he knows are only going to get bigger, tougher.]

You're such a fucking tough guy. [Finally Freddy starts, rhythm steady but nothing gentle about the way he thrusts. Short strokes first. His arms hook under the other man's, anchoring their bodies together. Fucking face to face.]

Feels like it. [Not that he's had a professional before. This assessment is going by how steady and sure he is. How he already knows what kind of moves to make.] You really know what's up.

[Moving even a little with those flappy hands makes Larry gasp. He huffs out a few breaths, easy. He can take this. Hot damn. A turn of the head and he's kissing at Freddy's arms.]

Fucking--fuck. [Larry chooses to grip at Freddy's torso, already clawing lightly as he moves. Each thrust he feels more bold, more tough and dirty. And importantly less ashamed of the sounds that are slowly filtering out.]

I've--[Huff.]--had...good practice.

[Again ironic that he's still Larry this, Larry of all people, because it was Larry who familiarized him with ass fucking and damn is he good at it. Full fucking circle man. Oh Christ those hands on him, that mouth on him, could it get any better? Yes it can, he pivots to take deeper thrusts, harder strokes, only because it seems the younger man's body is willing to accept his. Aw hell Freddy's already fucking leaking, he can tell. Shit he should've told Larry about using condoms, what kind of protector are you, Newendyke? Well, all things considered, it's no harm no foul...right? Okay okay pause. He grinds in deep and halts his thrusting to move the kid farther along too. Freddy's palm wraps around his cock to jerk him.]

How's this huh?

[Based on how good it feels, Freddy could have fucked a hundred men. Larry could be the hundred and first.]

Goddamn. [His eyes slide shut. The wrinkles on his forehead as he is swept into the feeling of those harder thrusts are the only wrinkles on his face. Even though he's under Freddy who's wrecking him like a storm Larry's trying to move with him now.]

Great! Freddy just.... fuck don't stop. [There's a full blown whine right there as he grinds deep. Brown eyes open and look up at him as he's begging with an open mouth even as the kid is stroking his cock. A few strokes and precum is rolling down the side. Paws grip at Freddy's hips. Claws are in use. ]

Fuck me.

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