orangetoughguy | log post II

[E-ee-e-e-e-ee-e, clicks the third wheel before it buries its massive beak into a piece of watermelon. Good bird. Pawed upon and empty handed the kid can drag his fingertips down Larry's chest then back up to pinch those nipples.]

Mine, Property of Freddy Motherfuckin' Newendyke.

[Tok tok tok. The toucan briefly shifts attention away from the fruit top stare at Larry and Freddy. Just staring.]

[Freddy earns a hiss. A half a step and they're hip to hip so the old man rubs on up against him.]

Goddamn right.

[No lip locking yet. Larry's content to breathe the same air that the kid is. He looks past Freddy to see that bird frozen in its staring.]

Ready for that shower?

[The one away from the feathered third wheel.]

[Staring. Still just staring. Freddy doesn't notice because he's too involved in Lawrence Dimick. His hands splay out again to slowly rub over those pecs.]

Lead me on up, cowboy.

[His words sound like a purr but it's actually the bird behind him making that noise before it returns to picking out the seeds from that melon.]

[He gladly dips his fingers into the waistband of Freddy's pants at both sides of his hips before meeting in the middle to pull him along toward the bathroom.]

Gonna get you good and wet.

[Yeah, still talking like that. Thank god the bird is fixed on the seeds. Up the stairs now out of sight he lays a kiss on his mouth. Unziiiip those pants.]

[Oof, that pressure makes him hiss pleasantly, not that Freddy needs to be coaxed to come along. He does however cock a brow for that remark. Talk about making him feel like the bitch. Freddy fucking loves it.]

Gonna get you hot and hard.

[Wait that's not even a shower metaphor. Oh well, Freddy's not exactly Shakespeare, and actions can speak just as loud as words, actions like his freckled hand reaching between those thighs to grab Lawrence Dimick. Mmff, he parts his lips to suck on whatever he can in that invading mouth. Feeling those paws on his jeans, getting them unzipped, he wonders if they'll even make it to the shower.]

[Larry sucks in a sharp breath for that grip between his legs. The kid is gripping a hardening cock.]

Half way there.

[This is growled along his jaw. They're nearly to the top of the stairs now. How can his paws not go into Freddy's now opened jeans.]

What do I have here? Huh?

You--[Huff.] Tell me.

[Damn the kid's really hard now, hard enough to let go of Lawrence Dimick's hard-on only to pull the old man up that last step and into a wall. Again their mouths meet followed by a bite to the old man's bottom lip.] Show me how dirty--[Bite and suck.]--I am.

[Peel peel peel, and the kid's shirt tumbles to the floor.]

Feels like a hard, long cock.

[One that he's gonna wrap his fingers around to roughly stroke at his find. Oof up against the wall and swapping saliva. Larry growls at that bite. He's shoving his pants down. His own shirt must have fallen off of his shoulders on the stairs. Ah well. No matter.

Freddy's cock slips from his grip so that they can rub dick to dick. His hands plant themselves on either cheek of his ass fingertips very close to pressing in.]

You asked for it.

[He almost has a witty retort for that, something about soap and dropping it, but the hand stroking him takes the words right out of his flapping mouth. Shit, he's got to hold onto Larry's side or else his knees might buckle out from under him. They do spread though upon feeling those fingertips so damn close, like some kind of automatic response to a gesture his body knows so fucking well.]

Come at me with all you got, old man.

[Freddy growls, egging him on quite enthusiastically, as enthusiastic as the thrusts he makes cock to cock.]

I don't think you're ready just yet, baby. You always got big talk.

[A long lick across his bottom lip. Huff, rubbing up on him feels so damn good. Since he's the one leaning up on the wall, he slides a foot to move Freddy to widen his stance. He moves a paw a way and presents Freddy with three fingers.]

Suck on em. Be sure they're good and wet.

[The other paw reaches between them to rub both of their cocks.]

Now. [Kiss at his neck.] I gotta figure out just how I wanna fuck you.

Big talk to match a big fuck.

[In terms of a noun or a verb? Hm. Either way Freddy's still talking as he's rubbing and touching and squeezing--hey now. His legs widen without much protest beyond a look of defiance in those green eyes. Except fuck he loves the way Larry's treating him, especially with those big fingers hovering in front of his face. He wants to talk back, talk shit, but he wants to fuck too and for fuck's sake that paw holding them together is pushing Freddy towards begging. Don't beg Newendyke, that would be too easy. So instead the kid opens his mouth to start suckling. First one finger, then two, then three, all three at once, like it's a dick he's sucking.]

Mmhm?

[He sounds around Larry's knuckles, encouraging him in that 'creative' process.]

[All three fingers wag in his mouth, scissoring then fitting together. A cock looks nice between his talkative jaws.]

There we go. That's it. All wet.

[Larry's fist keeps on stroking them, but stops at the tips, rubbing and pinching lightly. Watching that mouth he can't help but then move his fingers in and out.]

Mmmm. Okay, that's enough. Know where they're going right? Right into that ass of yours.

[Watch this now, he slips away from the wall. Freddy gets to face it while the old man works him from behind. Words might be rough, but this ol' bear isn't. He kisses the freckles on his shoulders. One finger at a time, easing because it's only saliva.]

Uh huh.

[Still can't form real words like this but the kid's wrapping his tongue around those fingers like it's Larry's dick. Licking and sucking and wetting them for all they're worth because he does in fact know where they're going--oh shit. A hiss escapes for the way he handles his cock. Almost got the kid thrusting, old man. Almost.]

Uh huh. [Hey he can talk now.] Stick'em in me, tough guy.

[Now he's gonna make real sounds, not ones mimicked while turning a wrench. Manipulated to face the wall--hey is Bettie up on this one--he crosses his arms against it, overhead, to bow his back. Thighs spread a little more followed by a low hiss as Larry eases them in. Fuck, his body is getting ready.]

Ain't you a handsome tough guy?

[That's okay, Dimick can do all the talking. He leaves Freddy's cock alone to focus on his ass alone. Second finger eases on in, curling a little then scissoring.]

Dirty though. Look at you filthy with sweat, fixing to get fucked.

[While his left hand is slowly starting to thrust, Larry's right strokes down the curve of his back on the return he moves to rub his chest.]

Am I?

[He could be fishing for compliments or he could be fishing for words that make some general sense while those fingers inside him threaten do undo his common sense. Fuck that feels good, teasing his damn prostate like this. Freddy could mangle Lawrence Dimick for it, except he would never because the old man always follows through. Eventually.]

Ain't showered since yesterday.

[The dirty boy admits. Look being called in on your day off then spending the rest of it getting housing for a bird doesn't leave much time for a bath. Poor lucky guy this Freddy is, he shudders under the stroke of that hand.] Shit...

Uh huh. Beautiful face. [Since he's close to the kid's ear he drags his teeth against his earlobe. That's no beak and he keeps it purposely soft.] Hard body. [In all the right places that count.]

I can smell it on you. [And he loves it. Now that third finger comes into play, real careful now. Once Larry is able to fit it all the way in he purposely teases his prostate. The old man won't be able to take much more of it. All this time his cock is at attention now and then bumping up against the other man's hip.]

That feel good, dirty cowboy?

[If Freddy could purr or click or thump his foot like a dog he would over the way those teeth drag on him damn. It just makes his body harder.]

Fuck. [Short and hissed. His back arches again to receive that third finger. Though still not a cock it's definitely sizable. Larry has big hands after all, big dirty hands to match his big dirty dick. Oh yeah he feels that too.] Yeah. It feels good.

[Breath hitching. His hands splay open to dig fingertips against the wall.] You smell like--[Swallow.]--like you need to shoot a load off.

[More than satisfied with the response Larry does it again. He can't help loving how the kid tastes.]

Did you know you feel pretty good from the inside? [Boy does he ever. Big dirty fingers of his splay outward in three directions before narrowing once more, twisting slightly then at last pulling away.] Dirty as fuck though.

[The old man licks his lips.] As a matter of fact I do need to shoot a load of. I think you got a place for that for me. Not here though.

[...is that bird making that weird rattling throat noise? Let's get away from the bird entirely. He smacks the kid's ass flat palmed before kneading with that same hand.]

Get into my room and don't fucking think about touching yourself.

[E-e-e-ee-e-e-ee. Yes. Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick it's not a sound of distress nor does Freddy Newendyke think it is. Just a toucan being a toucan. Besides, the kid's got other things on his mind and in his body.]

Oh shit. [Fingers splaying then contracting, Mr. White you fucking professional tease.] Yeah I fucking do. I do, I got a place for you baby. Hell I got places for you.

[Almost begging but not quite, Freddy's feeling close to desperate. The way Larry's talking to him, about his body, just makes him harder as if he couldn't be anymore Thing like--er, rock like. A gasp breaks from him and green eyes narrow for that smack (he loves it).]

Okay. [Shudder. Just look at the way Freddy sort of totters into Larry's room, already drunk on foreplay.]

[Hopefully that e-e-e-e-e-e-ee business will fade to white noise. It's only day one. Besides, if it doesn't there are many, many other reasons to be happy. The toucan's got nothing on this body the bear has to paw at.]

What places do you have in mind? [As if he didn't know. He does very well, Larry wants the kid to hear it seeing as he's the one who started this dirty talk business. It's a nice view walking behind the kid making their way to the bedroom. They stick together. There should only be one room, except there are differences to appreciate. The firmness of one mattress to another, the view and light from the windows and delaying laundry a little.

Approaching the bed paws are on him. Smoothing over arms, down his back. Mr. White is a lucky son of a bitch to score this.]

[Would one room be the next big step? Could Larry even handle having all that comic book crap in the same room as his suits and rings? Something about Freddy never quite grew up the way most men do and a reflection of that is the ever present amount of superheroes among other things on blatant display. The kid's not ashamed of it one bit, maybe that's something he has most men his age don't. Of course he's perfectly happy in Larry's room too, especially when he's staring at him like this. He's not no damn toucan.]

You got my ass, that's obvious. [Says Freddy Newendyke as he crawls onto the mattress, all fours first.] But you got my mouth too. [He arches under those paws pleasantly.] My back, my chest. [These are all places where he's felt the hot spread of semen, except for one.] Hell maybe one of these days I'll let you lose it on my face. Would you like that?

[Freddy looks over his shoulder at Larry. Egging the old man on, this kid.]

[Paws glide down to his hips then grip his thighs to spread them apart. It feels great to be able to man handle him as it is even more so without the eyes of the bird like its onto them. There's a reason why they live alone and don't have guests. No scrutiny. Larry wouldn't mind sharing a room with the comic book crap. It's all proof that he's got a wonderful stray of his own. All of those suits and rings will have great company with jeans, flannel shirts and sneakers. Though when they're in the old man's room it's also a treat, like he took this kid back to his apartment like he had wanted to all those months ago.]

I'd love to see you wear my load on your face, some time. [He rubs the tip of his cock up against Freddy.] Not now though. [Even though the nightstand isn't that far he pulls himself away to stand by it, a little more of a tease as he gets the lube.]

[It's a nice rock and roll fantasy until someone's arc reactor toy gets lost in someone's breast pocket. Though, having it go off at work would be kind of funny in the right situation. Anyway though, there's something different about having Johnny Storm and Tony Stark watching him get fucked that just does it for the kid unlike having a bird watch. That's just weird, he's in agreement with the old bear there.]

Play your cards right. [And Larry will get that privilege. All his talk takes a backseat though when he feels the other man's cock against him. Freddy arches again and hisses only to groan when Mr. White moves away.] Shit...get it in there Larry, real soon. [Cool fingers on him pale in comparison to a hard cock in him.]

Get what in? What do you want?

[Lucky is an easy going fella but will want to know why there'd be a toy in the old man's pocket. Especially when Larry's made it clear he doesn't have kids. That's a tap dance he wouldn't enjoy. As for plowing the kid in the presence of greats in there plastic forms, he wouldn't mind one little bit. They might capture Freddy's fantasies and affections never to the old bear's degree.

He spreads the lube liberally, not using those fingers in any other way.]

I'm an ace at cards. [And playing this kid Freddy. It's his favorite game. Man though he's so damn hard himself and this time he's only got one good round. Better make it count.]

You. [Duh. He knows what the old man is pulling.] You. Get your cock up my ass already.

[It's still not quite the same as begging right? But his back is bowing and his knees are shuffling backward as if he can inch his way onto the old man's fingers without his help. Fat chance but it's worth a try.]

Deal me a hard hand. [Since they're talking in card metaphors.]

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