orangetoughguy | log post II

Uh huh. That's what Larry meant. [The clone kneels now, he feels over Freddy's back and lingers there hesitant. This would be where the original comes in.]

How about you get down there and suck at the kids cock, huh? Just a little to show him how to do it.

[Oh yeah, Newendyke. Mr. White is going to make use of both ends for you. The original old man gets a hold of the lube and heads to kneel between his legs. Finger to prep him first.]

[The seemingly blind praise coming from the clone is almost kid-like if it weren't for what Freddy is pretty sure is some sort of eager enthusiastic hunger in the way he moves.]

Good, I wanna do right by both of you.

[He utters in his own wanting way. As for the cock sucking, shit just the way Freddy's always wanted. Tricky tricky bear. At that order though the kid can't help but shiver. The words alone make his dick feel rock fucking hard.] Okay.

[Another shudder for that finger.]

Oh yeah, kid? What else do you want?

[Would he sound like a pussy if Dimick feels better with a double here. It's not to say that he doesn't trust other people, and fuck they've talked it over before. The feels protective of the kid even though he's been around the block a few times.]

Freddy's got a hard one. [Obviously. The clone wants everyone to know for sure as he takes a grip on it and slips the tip between his lips. He is pretty much laying back on the floor with his neck craned up. It's almost like the kid is a car being worked on.]

You said it pal. Feels good doesn't it?

[Real Larry is now working two fingers. Shit man, this is happening. Didn't he joke about having a clone before.]

I...I want... [Say the goddamn fucking words Newendyke.] I want you two to fuck the shit outta me.

[Oh and with that mouth on him and two fingers inside him the kid's already rocking back and forth like he is being fucked. If he's acting like this over just a couple fingers imagine what's to come, Lawrence Dimick.]

Real fuckin' good.

[As for being a pussy, heck no, not in Freddy's book. He's the one taking charge of this scene after all, whereas Freddy for all his fantasies is the first to think maybe he bit off more than he can chew.]

Great plan, tough guy.

[That mouth that's moving on his cock pulls out to add in a yeah before back to business. And he's really going to town on the kid taking him in deep.]

Just getting started. Not even a year ago you were cherry... look at you now, tough guy.

[It's more than okay to say shit like this because it's between the two of them. There's another perk to trying this out with Larry and Larry. Third finger in, twisting and scissoring. He's laying off the prostate for now, don't want it to end even though he can shoot off two.]

You ready to suck on our buddy Larry, Freddy? Or you want him to stay down there?

[Oh yes, he expects answers.]

[Copy or original, that guy really knows how to use his fucking mouth Jesus Christ. With that sucking on him and those fingers still working their magic (though noticeably not on his prostate) Freddy feels like his knees are gonna buckle in. They don't but it does get his body trembling just a little. Shit and there goes Larry talking.]

You--you broke me in real well, cowboy.

[The kid manages to shudder out before nodding, tongue slipping out to wet his own lips.] U-uh huh. [Shiver.] Come here, Larry. Lemme go down on your cock.

[As long as the kid feels good, because really being here and orchestrating this is giving him the biggest kick.]

Had to, I just couldn't fucking help myself. Once I had a taste, I wanted more.

[All three fingers together fuck the kid steadily before slowly pulling out. It synchronizes with the other Larry pulling off, crawling to kneel in front of him.]

Here you go, Freddy. [The copy is smiling at him, holding the base of his cock. Larry is keeping an eye from the other end. The tip of his cock is waiting to really give him a two at once start.]

Worked out for the both of us huh?

[Freddy manages to grunt while pushing back against those fingers just as both Larrys leave his damn ready body. Fuck does he have to beg? Oh wait there's the copy now with his copy dick and it looks just like Larry's. He's even got the wildcat tattoo on his arm, something that makes this a little different from fucking a teenage bear.]

Thanks. I hope you like it.

[The kid replies, practically playing along with this naivete before he takes hold of that dick and his mouth hoods over the copy. He wastes no time in working out a rhythm, though moderately paced for now.]

[The copy nods and is about to say something but it falls to the wayside to moan. Paws go up onto his shoulders and his hips don't rock.]

More like loves it. [The original Larry chuckles as he slowly enters this ready body, easy at first.] Mmmmm. Yeah, baby. Feels so fucking good. Got me in your throat and in your ass.

[He reaches to lightly take a hold of the kid's cock, no stroking. The ol' bear wants to hold what's his.]

Mmff.

[He sounds over feeling Larry the original push into him. It almost causes a strain for the kid whose mouth opens letting a little bit of saliva slip down the copy Larry's shaft. But the feeling is brief and just as easily Freddy's back to sucking on him again, up and down. The muffled noise is inevitable, not even a cock down his throat can stop him from moaning over a cock in his ass. That paw on him is just the cherry on top for a guy who is anything but these days.]

Mmm. [Much better, enough for this hand to go roaming from his shaft up along the copy's broad familiar chest.]

[The copy Larry is having the time of his life technically it's his first time, go figure. His fingers thread through Freddy's hair and one even touches on his cheek and throat to feel it move and flex. It's a marvel to him to think of how it fits and feels.]

Freddy that is the best feeling ever. Oh, man. I love it. [This makes Larry laugh breathlessly. He gives the kid's ass a smack and then squeezes.]

Fuck yeah, he sure is.

[Huff, huff. He grinds in deeply wanting to be sure to hit that neglected prostate. The visual stimulation is getting to him, no lie. How long can he last like this?]

[No lie the paw on him feels fucking wonderful too, almost loving because technically it's Larry too, Larry appreciating him, Larry marveling at him, even if this one is kind of a lug. Without words though the kid can only look up, green eyes behind darker blonde eyelashes, sort of an expression of thanks before he goes back down on him--mmff! That mouth tightens from the smack and squeeze. He has to take hold of the shaft again to avoid getting his saliva all over the fucking place even though a mess is not foreign to this home.]

Mmmph. Oh fuck.

[Finally he manages a word in as his mouth slips over the head. Goddamn the way Larry grinds him is gonna make him delirious. He takes this opportunity to groan a little louder, moan a little higher. And that cues the beast of a bird to start chirping. It's light chirping, mind, hell maybe they won't even hear it with all the noise going on the floor. Freddy sure doesn't.]

Jack me off.

[That's an order with a side of please and thank you to the original Lawrence Dimick. Then he hoods his mouth over Larry again, floppy hair hanging as he's already starting to break a sweat.]

[In the meantime, the original Larry is watching exactly how the kid's back moves as he's fucking with his face and ass. What an ace. Even though he knows it is only a copy he can practically feel what it's like on the opposite end with a little imagination.]

Yes. Oh fuck, anything you want. [Paw goes into motion, their motion. May as well keep up the pace with every other movement.

The copy of Lawrence Dimick is panting open mouthed. He is still gripping at Freddy's head except more tightly, not enough to do harm, it's not the bear way. Could be because he was the first one in on the action but there's a taste of pre-cum.]

Ahhh..!

[Whoops there goes more saliva. That paw stroking him makes green eyes squeeze shut. Too much fucking feeling, over stimulation if Larry can believe Freddy's capable of experiencing that. Hell it's a surprise to the kid too. It almost makes him blind to the taste of pre-cum. Almost. Green eyes open again, he wills himself to make the copy come first with lips tightening around the head. He's going to focus here, tongue slipping down the center groove and all over him. His palm jerks from base to mid-way for good measure. Besides if it's first time (and last before midnight) it's a guarantee he ought to blow ahead.]

Freddy-! I'm not gonna be able to last if you--[Yes, everyone knows at this point if the copy says it out loud. His fingers curl into Freddy's hair.]

Suck it, kid. Give it to him good.

[Larry works his cock faster, harder in his hand rubbing the tip. His own is grinding and sliding for all he's worth. The copy is a good gauge for how much longer he'll last. Is this what Freddy had in mind when he wanted this? Because it isn't always so damn loving. Blame it on the third even in his simple way is absolutely adoring Newendyke.]

[Just as planned.] Mmhuh.

[It's like making that teenage bear come all over again. He motions for the original to slow down a little bit just so he can relish in taking the copy's load in his mouth. Nothing against Lawrence Dimick either but because this one doesn't smell like cigarettes it's a sure sign he doesn't smoke or drink at all, which leaves his semen tasting different, more palatable. Now that's what you call a perk. Freddy doesn't even think twice before he swallows and takes a gasp of air. Another gesture and he wants Larry pounding him raw.]

[The original Mr. Dimick is keen to these motions. Even if he's calling the shots Freddy is the one in charge. No doubts or questions. He slows up as asked, fuck though its hard to so much his hips are shaking with strain. Plain to see why though, look at him savoring. The copy too. Oh man, he's throwing his head back and holding Freddy while he comes, shaking and moaning not bothering with anything obvious. When he's done he slowly pulls away, stroking the kids hair and touching his face.]

Thank you, that was wonderful.

[With a thick swallow from the original old man, he calls for the copy to get down and finish sucking Freddy off. No talking out of him. Besides, he's racing to the finish hoping to fling the kid first. The moment those non-smoking lips wrap around cock that's when he really falls back into the motion.]

Like that, tough guy? Huh? Gonna fucking fill you right on up.

[This is so much better than those flings he had all those years ago. He cares about the other parties and fuck, it's more heady. They're all noisy. Senses are running amok without drugs too. How about that.]

Don't sweat it. [He says, breathy and still tasting that load on his tongue. Oh shit he's shuffling down, they're practically sixty-nined. Oh fuck his mouth is on him.]

Oh God. [Back arching, bodies impacting. The kid is fucking yelling now. Chirp chirp chirp. Oh hey a piece of papaya Sam forgot was there! The bird ceases the noise briefly to peck at it. Meanwhile Freddy's hands grip the copy's thighs as Larry's pounding practically brings him down to his elbows. That roman nose is nestled somewhere around his spent cock, cheek pressed to his evenly tanned skin as he starts to come in the copy's mouth.] Fuck man I'm fuckin' losin' it!

[Yep that's more yelling followed by writhing and thrusting as the hot messy load goes down. Hopefully the clone's got it under control unless Larry's taught him to swallow whether he likes it or not.]

[There's that noise again from the bird. What is that even? It's distracting from the cries that Freddy's making. Oh man does the old man love those. The copy must too he figures, if not well, he can't say. He's too busy swallowing because that's what the kid did, in his head that's just what you do. It sure is hot and messy, bitter in his throat but he still swallows.]

Yeah, baby. Go on. Lose it in my mouth. I want it so-[woah man, Larry's seconds away from his end. He's going for it grinding his way through Freddy's orgasm until blowing his load all over his prostate.]

You're fucking beautiful.

[More loud moaning that gets only half buried in Larry's thigh. Poor clone, hopefully the taste doesn't make him unhappy because that would make him a sex slave and Freddy's not that deviant nor that kind of guy. At the moment though he's really not thinking much about it, having Larry driving onward in his ass sort of occupies his entire body. When he feels that flood of heat it's just another reason to groan and whine, like he's in pain which is far from the truth.]

Holy shit... [Freddy manages to rasp. Sorry no poetry here, at least not yet.]

[The clone figures that must be what it tastes like, and he sucks until there's nothing left. Only then does he pull away panting. His paws rub the kid's stomach up to his chest watching it rise and fall quickly.]

Good, good shit, cowboy. [No more thrusting, only a slow grind to soak in the rest of the feeling.]

Holdin' on, okay? Ready for more?

[Teasing, Freddy. He's just fucking with you. Damn, right here in their living room in front of the bird. Oops. Larry leans over the kid to kiss at his back some.]

[Paws all over him, a dick still inside him, kisses on his back, shit if only he could squeeze out another load. Freddy doesn't doubt the possibility but right now he feels way too fucking spent to even give a verbal response. 'Har dee fuckin' har' would fit in perfectly.]

Fuck... [You. Oh wait they just did that. He brushes floppy hair out of his eyes by shaking it against the clone's leg.] How're you doin'?

I feel very good, Freddy....except very tired. I don't know if I can move. [Clone bear is panting. His paws move to touch his hair half hold him to his body.] You feel great to me.

[Larry on the other hand is simmering himself.]

Think he should be okay tomorrow, don't want to wear the guy out. [Talking about the clone, like he himself isn't tuckered out by it.] I'm gonna start pullin' out, tough guy. You ready for it?

It's cool, don't worry about it.

[He says to the copy except if the copy is tired then who's gonna organize the albums and make dinner, eh eh? Unless the clone has superhuman recovery time, that'd be a kick. Up on his hands again now the kid nods for the old man to pull out.]

Take it a slow.

[Freddy advises without giving due reason, Larry ought to figure out by now his rear didn't get red out of nowhere.]

Slow it is.

[Nice and easy. That ass is a cherry red, begging to be taken care of. Larry sighs out raggedly.]

Freddy, I love you.

[That's comin' out of the mouth of the clone. It makes the original Larry laugh a little.]

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