orangetoughguy | log post II

[No intelligent response yet but he grunts. Oh shit. There we go. That's the slip right? Larry wills himself to do an easy, experimental slide up then back and again.]

Feels ready to me. Mmm so fucking beautiful.

[The glass is going to fog. He's sure of it now by how he's having a hard time keeping restrained. It's the backseat, the pressure of keeping an eye out on his boss's girl. Now he's thinking of a different back seat and how he held this man's hand with just as much desperation. The connection is still fucking there.

Brown eyes shut and drift up oh yeah. Barbie's gone on into her apartment right? They see that hallway and she's in. Good. Give it what? Thirty minutes? Maybe an hour...then they'll call this job over.

Controlled movements. He's being controlled. As for the foot against the glass and door, the kid can do what he wants. Whatever feels good as long as they're fucking.]

What song's this?

[Cuz the guitar riff can't be beat.]

You know that one band? "I need you tonight"? Same guys, this one's a ballad. [Distracted answer. Can anyone blame him? That slide evokes a shallow hiss of pleasure. Yep that's the slip.] You ever--fuck another guy in the backseat?

[Or get fucked in the backseat? Now that's a thought he can't help but crave, the image of a younger Lawrence Dimick spreading it for some other man. Hopefully a decent nice sort. Look Freddy's got to ask just to verbally distinguish himself from the many girls who've given it up in the backseat of a car. Not Newendyke nope. He's no dame even though other men would speak otherwise of it. Larry knows the score there.]

I need you tonight.

[Decent ditty and a true sentiment if there ever was one.]

Uh [grunt] huh.

[Safe to say now they're fucking. He's moving faster, harder under the kid. Those aren't only pants at his neck now. Licks and kisses all over his collar, hair and ear.]

Know that jerk off I saw with [huff] his wife and kids? I was angry. Real, real angry. Went out and got fucked a few places with a few people just do do it. Women mostly. But men too. If I couldn't get a room, we'd find a spot, a car.

[Real down, dirty and frowned upon for more ways than one but what's a heartbroken fucker to care? So long ago. Now look where he is. They can never tear them apart.]

Jesus. [His arms have to go somewhere now that they're really moving so one goes around those bear shoulders while another takes hold of the back of the front seat.] That's it baby. Fuck me like you mean it.

[Like he loves him, but is it like he loves him when he really does love him? Well it's just a figure of speech really. Green eyes flick over to Larry again when he mentions the man out of prison. He remembers that. How old was he again? Wasn't it just out of his first time in the joint? Who would treat him so callously.] Yeah? You're--fuckin' lucky.

[Not to be with Freddy now or lucky to have gotten fucked so often. He really just means to be clean. When Dimick's file came up one of the remarks was how someone with such a history had managed to evade most of the vices that trip up career criminals or ultimately lead them to their graves. Freddy doubts wrapping up in prison was an option. In a sense this makes Freddy pretty fucking lucky too. He manages to hitch a leg up on the edge of the back dash. Still not the roof though. Hey are those headlights?]

H-hey hey, someone's comin'. [No it's not innuendo for once.]

I mean it, baby. [Gunning it each time. Aiming to get him in the right spot no matter how his legs are splayed and arranged though that's a fuckin' turn on to see in his peripheral.] I fuckin' mean it.

[As for luck, Dimick has dodged more than a few bullets. Illness and serious, full out lifetime sentences. This is excluding his luck finding a honest, loving man who happens to be wearing a badge for the LAPD. Oh fucking well.]

What do you see?

[He's gotta turn his head to see and just grind, anticipating the resume. Oh. There are those headlights. Decent car. He's already memorizing the make and model.]

[That thrust has him arching his back, pushing himself into Larry. Without a paw on his dick it's likely the kid can last longer which may be necessary for this stake out. The grinding still feels so fucking good. Those headlights coming by stop at the door to her building but whoever leaves the car doesn't turn it off. Weird.]

Unmarked car, younger guy, maybe 21, 6ft and 170.

[Seems a little thin for someone a gal like Barbie would want but who is Freddy to question a woman's taste? The guy goes around his car to the other side....only to grab a pizza box.]

False alarm. [Freddy grunts.]

[That paw misses his dick. It takes to grabbing onto the kid's nipples. No fucking tits here. The arching and pushing, that feels oh so good too.]

Good call, cowboy.

[Pulling out of the grinding motion he's right at it again.]

Like fuckin' in a car? We should [gulp] try and get a driver sometime, huh? Feel what it's like really movin'.

[Up goes the pizza man. Could be a ploy but the lights are on.]

[Tits or no tits his nipples are still a sensitive affair. They're hard from all the pawing there but still nothing compared to his dick. It's sticking straight up between them, having little room to bounce between Larry's stomach and his own.]

A driver h-huh? Think you can fuck me like a dog? Maybe sit in your lap?

[Would Larry's head make marks on the roof of the car? He's taller than Freddy that's for sure. Another squint and he can see Barbie's tipping the guy. Gotta give an update after all.] She tips.

[Finally they can focus on just the fucking again. Sorta. He keeps his eyes on the scene while trying to push back against Mr. White's thrusts.] Maybe I should--fuck your ass in a movin' car.

[He'll let up but not retreat. If he goes below the belly button he knows that he'll end up jacking that dick between them off.]

Don't think....I know. [Hard hot words for the occasion. They fuck more like rabbits or so it seems. Zero complaints. In fact, he feels accomplished keeping up so far with a kid like Freddy. Most of all keeping a kid like Freddy happy.]

[Oh yeah. This reliable motherfucker keeping eyes on the scene.]Guess she's a real lady huh? [Not a tramp like the two of em. Larry grips onto his ass now, helping the kid move on his dick.]

What kinda car, baby? How would you do it?

[That is not a no.]

[Rabbits maybe but without the litter.]

Depends. Maybe she's cheating--[Huff.] On his checkbook.

[If she's not banging someone on the side she could easily be banging him through the bank account. Freddy doesn't hate women, let's get that straight. He just happens to know women are like anyone else; if it's within their reach they might just skim off the top. If she's scorned she'll gouge that account for all its worth instead of putting a bullet in his back. In a way this makes her a real sharp lady.]

Aah--oh fuck, Larry. [Freddy breathes deeply, moving on that dick as much as that dick's moving in and out of him.] Pick up truck, right in front. No gears or anything to get in the way. Make you hang your head out the fuckin' window and groan like a tramp.

[That good enough for you, Lawrence Dimick?]

[And they're gonna stay without a litter. Thank god.]

Every woman's got 'er secrets they say.

[Larry doesn't believe that all of them are so complicated, that all of them have the vampy mystique that he adores. Some women are bitches, and the ones that aren't better than that, they're cunts. And this is from a man that loves women. The way Freddy talks about them sometimes, it's like the whole sex has done him a serious wrong. Except his mom. Except his sister. He and Mamba have that in common. The difference is that Mamba keeps on tryin'. Freddy's moved on to greener pastures.]

Oh God. [The fit in the man's ready body, the image to go right along with it.] I'd groan all for you. [Like he is right now. Larry's fingers are making indents into his flesh. Better lay up because he wants the man to be able to sit in public. Rather than going for his cock he tries to see how far that leg will comfortably go.] Would you take me on a bumpy road? A freeway?

[Pant, pant.]

[For the record the whole sex doing him wrong isn't the reason he's moved on to greener firmer pastures. He's always had a taste for that sort of field and men have been doing him wrong as long as women have. It's a separate issue, okay? But the thing about his mom and his sister is absolute truth. Those women can do no wrong period.]

Yeah, yeah I would. All the way. [Oh shit his toes are getting close to the roof, almost scraping but not quite.] All up and down the way to fuckin' Vegas.

[Huff huff puff. Freddy can feel mild stinging where Larry's fingertips claw. He's gonna have marks for a day. Real nice. Real fucking nice. He can feel pre-cum starting to seep from his cock--more headlights.] Some--someone else is comin'!

[That's a hiss to you Lawrence Dimick. Better make a decision quick, finish Freddy off or get the professional job done first.]

[Let the record show that Lawrence Dimick is aware that Freddy Newendyke has developed a taste for the greenery and a love to plow it. As for women, well, it is not the same. The old man knows. The separate issue is yet to be seen. It's not about preference, that's for sure. Nothing's that simple.]

All the way? Heh. You'd have to use every trick in the book to keep me lastin' the ride.

[Not like now. Oh he' sure he's gonna fuck the shit out of this man. The wet dab of precum on his skin would have been a greenlight but someone's comin'?]

Fucking-! [Gulp. Sorry kid. This is a work excursion. Larry stops and grinds, twisting to move so his own eyes can see.] Who the fuck-?

Cool I'd get to be creative.

[That's the last cocky remark he can fire off before whining from the way Larry just stops. Stops fucking cold. Sigh of course this is a real job but who can blame the kid for making that painful noise of brief displeasure. Stopping at this junction really leaves his whole fucking body on fire. Just wait, Newendyke. Just wait for it. He swallows.]

Black car. He's killin' the lights. Smaller than the first.

[Judging from the silhouette anyway this new guy is shorter, just as slim...bumpy. Wait what? When the driver steps out of the shadows it shows itself to be a woman with glossy black hair dressed in body hugging jacket and jeans.] False alarm. Looks like a friend.

Ain't you always?

[Fire is only the half of it. The old man is almost hurting to go from complete motion to circling his hips for a little relief.]

I see her.

[Bitch. Whore. Bad, bad timing.]

Might be here for goods. Some kind of a deal.

[Not yet. Except all he can think about his how perfect Freddy's body feels on the inside, how goddamn hard he is. This lady better be somethin'.]

Might be here for pizza.

[Meaning who cares let the women gossip over their pizza or something just start plowing his ass again please? Pretty please? Freddy is fucking dying here. He grinds with Larry, trying to maintain some semblance of that crazy action during the necessary stall. Up the lady goes, into the hallway, knocking on the door. Oh look they're talking. Whoop dee doo. Oh look they're--uh.....]

You're not gonna believe this. They're kissing.

[Not just friendly like on the cheek either.]

Wait? What? [Sorry, kiddo. He's twisting to try and see. Ooh man, maybe that's not a good idea. It only reminds him they're not fucking each other's brains out.]

Description?

[Those green eyes are sharper than his for the details. May as well know that she had a friend over. Yeah. Friend. Like they are friends who fuck, who love the ever loving shit out of one another so much that they pull this kind of a deal.]

Oh shit. Fuck it.

[Or him really. Hands under his thighs to grip firmly better to piston in and out of him.]

Ow. [You're lucky that's for his leg and not his ass or his dick, Lawrence Dimick. A little more squirming and he's managed to compensate for that twisting. Fff. Jerk.]

Maybe 5'8, 5'6 without the heels! Straight black hair, holy shit she's got her tit--fuck.

[His eyes narrow again for the sudden grip and fucking action going on. Freddy almost wonders if this jump in movement might have anything to do with the action going on in that apartment. Now he's feeling creative again. The kid's words are puffed between huffs and grunts.]

She's got her tit in one hand. [Gasp.] Looks like the other's--going up her skirt. She's the butch. [Clearly. Freddy swallows.] Shit man jerk me off.

[Okay. Now he can vouch for this sight. Though he's more enthralled with Freddy. Mission, as far as he's fucking concerned, is accomplished.]

She likes em big.

[Huff, huff. Now the windows are really starting to fog up. Grunt.] Oh fuck. In the hallway? [Paw wraps right around the kid, moving as fast as they are.]

Don't think it could feel as fuckin' good as this.

[Better get the job done before the windows are fogged up completely. Stopping to wipe them to keep an eye on those two wouldn't be pleasant for one Newendyke. They've stopped fucking for women one too many times. Not that Freddy hates women, let's get that straight again. Paw around his dick evokes a shudder from the kid. Now he's writhing on Larry's cock.]

Uh huh. In the hallway. She's takin' her hand back, lickin' the finger. They'll probably--[Moan.]--go inside to fuck. [Gasp. His voice is getting that reedy sound to it, a sure sign of Freddy about to come. Oh wait. There he goes.]

Oh fuck. Fuck me Larry. [And there it is, the heel leaving the back dash to scrape along the ceiling. It's still not making dents in the roof but damn Mr. White, you practically got his foot to touch it. His load is spilling between them, over thick fingers.] Hell no. [About two chicks doing it.] Hell fuck yes.

[About two dudes doing it in the back of a Bel Air Coupe.]

[The job is over and done. No more, no fucking more of that. All of his energy is gonna go into pleasure that's been riding on the sidelines far too long.]

No fuckin' way. [Oh man. How long has the old man been leaking precum? He's only just noticed now really throwing his back and the rest of him on into it. When Freddy demands it, it's like someone's electrocuting his insides.]

There we go. [Growling, his paw keeps vigorously milking out every bit of come he can get. It's a payout for both of them.] Goddamn beautiful. [His voice is low and rough. The kid said fuck him so the old man is riding him right through his climax damn close to his. Sweat and that hot load is dampening his clothes. Larry doesn't care.]

[Squeak squeak. Oh shit is the car shaking? Not that Freddy actually has the mind to stop the rocking and rolling. Is the song still on? INXS has probably moved on to make way for who knows what. Sounds like Culture Club come to think of it, what station did Larry put on??]

God. [He's not seeing heaven, it's not his time, but this comes pretty close to a happy death.] Are you coming in me, baby? Fuckin' come in me. [Pant.] Gimme everything you got.

[Freddy almost sounds like he's whimpering and whining there, begging like a damn dog for the old man's hot load. It feels fucking good okay? Barbie's guest is in the house but the girls are out of sight now. They keep the light on too. Bold, Barbie, real bold. The kid's writhing subsides, slowing to stretched out shallow gasps. His foot ceases scraping the roof to just sort of hang off Larry's shoulder.] Holy shit...

[To be honest, if it wasn't for the noise he figured it would be both of them shaking. Larry kind of misses the INXS song with this in the air. Small detail. Sweet, soothing kind of a tune doesn't seem to match.]

Uh-uh huh. [He's got a whine too because he's desperate for this man and all those sounds and moves that he does. One thick swallow as he presses nearer as though he'll pass right into the kid's skin.] All I got's yours. [One and two and there we go. Another hot load in the car, this one is only an internal mess.]

[Feeling that heat blow right inside him causes another small round of writhing and groaning from the kid. Green eyes are off that apartment (actually they have been since he came) to fall on Lawrence Dimick.]

Shit, Larry. You feel better leaving it all up inside me? [Fingers curl into his peppering brown hair to hold them forehead to forehead. Rabbit litter making at its finest. He tilts his chin up to steal a somewhat sloppy kiss.] Feels like you're tryin' to knock me up.

[The kid wets his lips. Sue him for talking a little nasty over Boy George. They have a balance between sweet and dirty to strike here.]

[Freddy won't writhe alone. Larry can't help it as he's flowing in the sensation. His mouth hangs open to breathe. He sure can kiss can't he? It takes his breath away in more ways than one. At first he can't speak to reply to those filthy, beautiful words so he nods and leans into the touch on his head.]

So much [pant pant] better. [Knock him up? Laughter rumbles out and it makes his gut shake. They aren't using any protection. At this rate, this often the kid is dead on. Okay, Dimick. See if you can laugh, kiss and breathe.]

I don't feel good without givin' what's owed to you. [A kiss could help wet Freddy's lips more.] Got so much in there, I woulda thought we'd succeed by now. Should we keep on trying?

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