orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.

[All that pawing and clawing is getting to him, making him want to just give in and make them both come right here all over the couch, which is the plan...just damn, Larry makes it real hard not to give in. He thought he could make the kid beg some more but hell this suffices.]

You fantastic--[Stroking still.]--dirty little motherfucker.

[That's said with all sorts of affection, of course. Just look at the way he's on top while still kind of cradling Lawrence Dimick. Shit. Okay enough of that though, the boy wants to get fucked some more. He'll oblige.] Jerk yourself off.

[The way they are he'll probably blow his load all over Freddy's stomach. That's ideal too. Hands back on Larry's sides he uses this as leverage to start thrusting again, this time harder and faster like the teenager wasn't cherry at all. Freddy Newendyke hopes after this Larry really will feel like he's just been wrecked by a dozen men. Make Freddy a real multiple man.]

Freddy. [He's beautiful, fucking everything that Larry's ever wanted or dared to dream about. None of it comes out in words because he's too busy breathing and moaning.] You're [say something man] perfect.

[Jerk himself off? Larry nods and moves a paw to his cock. Damn it's so hard, and his balls feel so tight. The feels scrunched and at an angle...none of it matters when the bear kid gets a taste of what it's like to really be plowed. He moans at the full on assault of his prostate. His legs are fucking shaking.] I'm gonna--[the right words don't even come out.] I'm gonna!

Get it all over me, baby.

[Because chances are he won't be able to persuade an older gruff bear to do it like this. Even as the kid's shaking this kid doesn't stop fucking him, thrusting up and up against his prostate until he's coming all over it too. Thin reedy breaths sound like he might be in pain. Could be since Freddy hasn't felt anything this tight since...well, since he last fucked Larry. Hah.]

Oh fuck. Fuck I'm coming in you.

[It's enough he's got to bury his face in the crook of the teen's neck, conveniently to make the spot he'd been sucking tender all over again.]

[The seventeen year old body responds instantly to Freddy like he needs to ask. Larry's load shoots up and messes on the older man and himself. It's warm against his already hot skin, no where near as hot as the semen that's flowing inside him. That cock makes his insides feel so full as it was. There are no thoughts in his head at all. He doesn't even cry out words as he keeps on shaking under each wave that hits him. With Freddy this close he holds onto him with one arm, fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulder. His neck isn't the only thing feeling tender. As he tries to regulate his breathing Larry keeps breathing in the smell of what they've done and Freddy's skin. Total sensory overload.]

Jesus Christ. [Slowly, thoughts are drifting back. Freddy called him baby. It could be all part of it. Except...there's a very small part of him that would like to be called that all the time. The word sounds so different when it's said with a man's voice and a man's tongue that can move like Freddy's.]

Motherfucker...

[Pant pant. Breathe Newendyke, don't pass out now. Yeah he was tight as a fucking vice but what would the kid think if you went to bed right away? You're capable of going again. And again. Or so he hopes. He tilts his head to claim another kiss from the kid, eager to taste his cocksucking mouth. Maybe he'll enjoy the feeling of being full on both ends too.]

Mmm. [Larry called Freddy perfect.] Fuckin' fantastic...

[These hands are roaming over his torso again, making a mess of their mess on the teenager's chest. Handsome muscular chest, no fucking tits. Freddy loves it.]

Is--[oop another kiss. Tongue in his mouth, cock up inside his body like it's a part of it. Oh yes, he does enjoy being full on both ends, full of Freddy. He licks his lips savoring all the flavors in his mouth.] Um. [A sheepish smile spreads, but he has to ask:] Is it always that good?

[Slowly he's able to breathe properly. Both flappy hands on him do make his pulse spike again. This can get addicting easily. How long would it take to find an apartment? ...if he's going to stay in the City. No, the better question is what will it take to stay with Freddy.]

Mmmm. [Woah he should lighten up on his old, his nails made impressions on the lightly freckled skin.]

[Fucking sweet flavor he is. He's busy carving out that mouth when they part. Lips that is, he's still stuck deep inside the kid. But what? Really? Freddy leans back just enough to look at those brown eyes.]

No, not always. [Don't be sober, Newendyke.] I mean, it depends on who you're with, how it goes. [Maybe he means with you, stupid.] I try real hard to make it good.

[Now who sounds like a dope? Ahem.] I'm gonna pull outta you, okay? Just take it easy. [He nods before slowly easing out of that tight body. Real slow. Christ are those nail marks on him? Consider this a job well done (a teen well done) Newendyke.]

Call it a success.

[Larry takes his talk to be realistic. There are more things he has to learn about life before understanding. His hands stroke down Freddy's chest and he takes a nervous look down.]

Okay. [Easy he says. Relax. He gasps and grips Freddy with one hand and the couch with the other for leverage. Full to empty in no time, at least empty of cock. There's still Freddy's load and he can feel it.] It should go easier next time, right? [Whenever that is... Brave, brash words but his tone is soft and lazy.]

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orangetoughguy - 2011-04-13 00:13 (UTC) - Expand