orangetoughguy | log post II

I'm thinking of one. And I've done it before.

[Locking the door huh? And suggesting it. Larry licks his lips in anticipation.]

Naw. We can fix that.

[Paws are on him. Two steps and they're chest to chest to door.]

You?

[The question is who's done it more often and better? No actually that's not much of a question at all because Lawrence Dimick is the best lay Freddy Newendyke has ever had. Maybe will ever have.]

Nope.

[Oof. Chest to chest, face to face, and what a lovely foe he is. His own hands run up a wildcat and over thick biceps. How Larry keeps those firm without ever setting foot in a gym is beyond this kid, unless the old man's been maintaining his silhouette in private. Something to think about. In Freddy's case, morning runs, ball games, working on cars, and excursions like this are all good enough to keep his frame wiry. He's got a hidden strength about him, don't you know? Case in point: those paws push along with his body to edge them towards the opposite wall.]

Let's fuck. [Freddy states the obvious before a hard kiss.] And I mean. [Another hard wet kiss.] I'm gonna fuck you.

[Heavy, heady words truth or not. Who knows if the old man could ever take it. Already he feels like a million bucks, shining and expensive read to get spent.]

Yeah? That what you want tough guy? Want to fuck me?

[Oof for him too with his back against the wall. Larry grabs two paws full of Freddy's shirt. Big man talking dirty. It's gonna get him hard in no time at all.]

Yeah I wanna fuck you.

[He breathes, keeping their volume low without sacrificing the want in his voice. Paws in his hair? Nothing doing. They can stay there while his own roam back down over a wildcat then over the front of his own jeans. He's undoing his belt, then his button, then his zip.]

But you're gonna suck me first. I bet you want to anyway huh? You wanna get me ready?

[Prove him otherwise, Lawrence Dimick. One advantage since living through a mess such as White and Orange did is knowing neither will do anything he really doesn't want to. It's okay to act rough trade when you know the other guy would gladly get down on his knees. Anyone else trying to force him? Busted jaw right there.]

Goddamn.

[He swallows while his mouth and throat are free.]

Which is better? Huh? You like it most in my mouth?

[Purposely he's licking his lips, leaning in to grab a kiss before getting down on his knees, spreading the fabric of pants. Right here in a fucking commode of a car wash.]

[That kiss finds Freddy giving the other man's bottom lip a firm but brief bite. No breaking the skin. It wouldn't be very kind to Lawrence Dimick would it? Freddy thinks back to how Larry was as a teenager, a little more naive, a little shy but eager. The last part hasn't changed one bit, at least not when it comes to the kid. Watching Larry pull his pants apart he can't help but feel fucking adoring of the bear. Freddy's careful to keep that smitten feeling out of his face. It would break his rough trade character.]

I like it anywhere inside you, baby.

[The words, the tone, it all sounds so fucking sweet, offset by the way Freddy takes Larry's chin in his freckled hand. Fingers curl like he's gonna clutch his jaw in a vice.] Cause you're such a tight fuck. You don't open up for just anybody.

[Right? It makes Freddy feel like such a fucking special man.]

[Damn. The kid wants it bad. He can taste it, feel it, hear it. Larry is catching up fast.]

Come on in.

[The way he's gripping his jaw he's not on that dick yet so Larry extends his tongue to lick.]

Would I want another dick inside of me? Stretching me to fit your fucking cock.

[One more lean there we go. Close enough to lick up and down the length of it.]

Would you?

[Honest question, no judgment, and no uttering of I won't get mad either. It can be a yes or a no, either way it's something else to learn about Lawrence Dimick. He's not that young eager glossy haired teenager on his couch anymore, a brief friendship to Freddy Newendyke. He was Mr. White first, and he'll always be the old man to this kid.

Fingers loosen before moving up into Larry's hair, stroking as steadily as he licks. Fuck it sends a shiver down the kid's spine. He's hard, real fuckin' hard. The music from the outside still filters into the commode, not as loud but audible enough to carry a tune. Sounds like a bunch of guys going on about Bernadette.]

Only with yours. Yours I want the most pounding the shit out of me.

[Honest answer that happens to go with the dirty talking. The old man has had other cock and been around the block, this turn with Freddy has been his favorite. The highs and the lows have been outstanding in their own right. Most importantly, it all keeps going. This ride has stops but no breaks.]

Mmmm. [That's for the more rough swipes of his tongue as he comes back to the tip. Brown eyes look up at this young, smug man with a mouth like a rough trade hustler. He makes a show of dropping his jaw and going down on him at last.]

That's sweet.

[Freddy replies, hardly patronizing of course. It really is nice and irresistible to the kid that Larry would consider taking it from another man, if only Freddy was involved from beginning to end. There's another thing they share in common. Fingers stroking through brown hair quickly turn into curling and tugging ones when his mouth goes down over his dick.]

Shit, man.

[He hisses as he tilts his head back slightly. This man really knows how to give head and despite being cherry when he met Mr. White, at least one thing Orange knows is how to judge good head. He's come a long way in a short time on giving it well too.]

[Pressure on his scalp and that hissing let the old man know he's doing well without any verbal compliments. He relaxes his throat and moves, fucking his own face on Freddy's cock before drawing on the tip with his lips. He loves this fucking kid. He should know it.]

Mmmmmm. [Low and muffled. The music is still playing. Chances are no one else is around the john or the phones, still there could be ears open. One paw grips at the kid's hip, the other rubs and kneads his balls. That mouth of his pulls to pay attention to them.]

That how you like it, baby?

[Hands still on him he returns the kneading motion with a slower grind to that fucking handsome face.]

Oh yeah, I fuckin' love it.

[Freddy breathes, near breathless already. Lawrence Dimick, big man he is, tough and fucking professional, really knows how to suck a cock.]

[The heady scent of his skin about knocks him for a loop as he hoods his cock again. Each movement is concentrated. The car may not be cleaned for a while but there's only one toilet right? Oh man, his cock is hard in his own jeans. A groan breaks over that organ between his lips.]

[Clutching his hair now that slow grind turns into a slow fucking of that mouth laced with the taste of Chesterfields and something distinctly Lawrence Dimick.]

You keep it up like that I might just come in your mouth, Larry.

[He thrusts a little harder, some unspoken way of saying and you don't want that do you? The old man deserves a little receiving on his end too. Just the one opposite his dick.]

[Larry slowly pulls back if those clutching hands allow them.]

That what you want Mr. Big Shot?

[Pant, pant open mouthed looking up at this man even as he leans a moment to lick at the tip of his cock.]

I'm so damn hard. I want you so bad. Anythin' I can get.

[Oh he lets him pull back, just enough to look at those worked up lips.]

Hell no. I wanna leave it up your ass.

[And then there's a shudder for the licking. Fingers curl tighter to pull (urge) Larry back up on his feet. Then he's pushing (directing) the old man over the bowl. It's not horribly dirty but it's no immaculate commode either.]

Bend over. Grab the pipes.

[Pulled up he is. The slight pain springing from the man handling only turns him on. Up on his feet and then turning around. Paws grab the pipes as he bends over. He'll even spread em too.]

Like that?

[As though he needs to ask. The Flamingos filling in the blanks between this rough talk. I only have eyes for you.]

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[From behind he brushes his knee between those thighs.]

Just like that, tough guy. Don't turn around.

[The knee departs as Freddy starts doing something back here. A little bit of digging, there we go. He peels up the end of the roll of tape and wastes no time in wrapping it over then around and through the pipes, threading Larry's wrists with them. Not too loose yet not too tight. His pocket knife cuts that off and he sets both on the paper dispenser.]

I bet you got lube on you, you're always ready to fuck on the go. Right?

[Initiating a professional police pat down. Because it's Freddy and because they're in a commode it can't be bad. Right?]

[Between the fuckin' thighs. Oh shit.]

Whatever you say.

[Baby. Tough guy. Cowboy. Anything works right now. The stretching noise of tape being peeled off of the roll takes his breath away. There it is right in front of his face being taped to the fucking pipes.]

Uh huh. I do. You gonna find it?

[It's hard not to lean into those hands as they're patting him down. He better fucking find it.]

Eventually.

[Freddy says, ever the flippant take no shit cop as he pats along that body, from shoulders down to sides then around his legs. Whoops looks like he missed it on the first go. Meanwhile his hard on is sticking straight up, pushing against that denim covered rear.]

You ever think about what it'd be like gettin' fucked by four other guys in the commode?

[He doesn't say LA County sheriffs for Larry's benefit. He knows the only cop he really likes is Freddy Newendyke...and Christie Love...and maybe the busty blonde in Police Academy. Oh hey here's the lube.] Got it.

[That is fuckin' hard back there. Is this gonna take long? Huff, huff.]

Not in no commode. [The truth rolls right on out while he's sweating it out.] But four at once...it's crossed my mind. [He licks his lips trying to not sound so desperate.] One's enough to get the job done like I need.

[Phew! Thank God.]

Now what.

Yeah? When? How?

[Like in his movies? How about when a new kid in a leather jacket told a story about taking a possum piss in a train station commode? He's working Larry's jeans open now seeing as how the old man can't do it himself. Tug tug, they're off his hips enough to unveil his dick and ass. The former Freddy strokes a couple times, gotta get him worked up after all.]

What you need's pretty modest. Now I'm thinking I gotta step up my game.

[Stroking still, slow and steady.]

The showers. Everybody all around.

[Words don't come easy at all. While he is horny as fuck there's only one cock on his mind, that's the one that's behind him rather than in him. The bathroom air is far more cold on his skin. Could be overly sensitive.]

Freddy.

[Growling low. That's not what he wants. His hands are fixed in place nonetheless he tries to move.]

Come on.

I like your ideas.

[The kid whispers behind the old man's ear. He doesn't even need the sound of his voice to get the message, his body language says it all. Freddy's hand leaves Larry's cock to coat his own with a little more lube. Saliva and this oughta be enough, especially when he has no plans to use his fingers, especially when Larry's far more experienced than he is. He or his body will tell him if he needs more.]

I gotcha, cowboy.

[He puts a foot between those legs to spread them just a little more before he pushes up against White. Slow and firm to get in first.] How's that? More?

Because you'd get in on it, wouldn't you?

[Straight out of the shower and part of the group mentality. That's how it goes in films. Being out of those hands even when they're not moving as fast as they could be get him squirming.]

Oh fuck.

[There we go. He feels the moisture and pressure up against him.]

More. So much more. Stick it in.

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