orangetoughguy | log post II

[Well...shit like that a fox hound needs to hear.]

I...want you to come with me.

[Huff. There, he said it. No stuttering. And with a hint that paw's gonna have to work him if he wants his own dick back in the confines of the kid's hot mouth. Wound up and hard, it's not a big jump in logic to make, right?

As for how things could have turned out, well that's a hard one. It was a hard hard thing to admit to at the time, Freddy probably wouldn't have said anything had Larry not cornered him the way he did. They were already odd to begin with, not necessarily friends but...something odd. White's taken care of him from the start and Orange here never once tried to protest it. Not even now.]

Uh huh, wanna help me? [He kisses the tip again for good measure.]

Yeah. [Larry licks his lips and swallows. Words like that are as good as being hooded again. He can wait and work for it too.] Feels like you got more than enough waiting for me. [Emphasis being on the kid's balls. He'll really go to town now, strokes faster and more tightly curled fingers into a fist.]

There you go again.

[With the asking. Except he's not going to be a jackass and stop or anything.

Things turn out as they do for a reason. And Larry would like to believe that because it's meant to be. They started out a little more than partners somehow, then a little more than friends. He would have been an idiot to pass this by. No idiots here.]

Like my fist fucking you?

Mmmhuh.

[Freddy replies around Larry's cock. The way they're sitting thrusting up into hand or mouth is a little difficult but that just puts more emphasis on doing a fucking good job with said hand and mouth. The game is on.

Except. E-ee-e-e-e. Then some higher pitched chirping. Because the kid's more in the old man's lap he blindly searches for the remote to turn the TV up a little. The sounds from the box tend to distract the toucan too, for everyone's benefit.]

[That noise in particular grinds the old man's gears. Freddy has to get that at least. It's the particular pitch of it. Seems like it's always gotta be in times like this. What the fuck is the bird trying to do? Though wait. Maybe he's making more diamonds? Hard to say from here.]

That's it baby.

[Efforts are doubled the kid said come with him. The rough pad of Larry's thumb rubs over the tip before going hard into the pace again so that they're about even. The old man feels his balls start to tighten. No precum yet but it's can't be far at all. Just what the kid does.]

Work that mouth.

[As though he needs to be told. Dirty talk.

Now there's some lady in a turban saying she can tell fortunes. What is this channel? Shit.]

[If the sound did mean the toucan was making more diamonds would that lead to more papaya treats and this? Not that Freddy has any complaints about fucking the old man, but fucking to encourage the bird to make more jewels when the kid knows he won't? Too much.]

Mmm.

[Freddy sounds before tightening his mouth to take what he can of that whole shaft into it, his palm cradles those big balls. Saliva's starting to drip a little because fuck he has to loosen to groan around Larry. That paw is working him off just right. As for the TV, what? Man Larry he told you to put on something good. Guess that something good is gonna have to relate to his handywork instead.]

[Forty two years worth of pleasures of all kind are under Lawrence Dimick's belt. Getting free diamonds don't outrank hot and heavy action with Freddy Newendyke but they're highly competitive. If fucking lead to diamonds? Well that's a whole new ball game. Let him believe it's only the papaya.]

Mmmmm, fuck.

[There's an extra flavor now of precum. It mixes and rolls down between the seam of Freddy's lips and his own skin. Damn, he needs to move his fist faster. The kid said together.]

[Fucking leading to diamonds brings a whole different meaning to getting knocked up. Just saying.]

Shit, I'm tasting you baby.

[Freddy manages to say after lifting his mouth off, taking the precum with it. He licks his lips and tilts his green gaze up at Larry. A little shifting and he's managed to sort of thrust into that fist, trying to catch up with the old man. He lets that wet dick press to his cheek, his own palm giving shorter strokes at the base.] Come on, get me close.

[Hiss. That gaze narrows.]

[Consider one of them perpetually barefoot and pregnant forever if that was possible. Just saying.]

Lick it all up.

[Panting open mouthed he looks down at his wet cock against the kid's cheek. Freddy's own breath is almost like a light teasing touch.]

Need it more wet? [He pulls his paw away to give it a broad lick particularly at the thumb which goes straight to the head of the kid's dick. Strokes resume hard and heavy.] Don't you know how good you taste?

[Hell. No.]

Okay baby. [Freddy says, sounding like some sort of subservient slave boy which is everything far from the truth. He actually likes licking up that old man and his old man cum. Feeling his wetter thumb just makes him groan some more and curl tighter against Larry. Now his mouth hoods again to suck here, suck harder to match the increased speed of their fists.] Uh huh.

[That's sounded around his dick again, sort of a distracted response, but who can blame him? It doesn't take too long for the kid to start leaking too.]

Like that, baby. Yeah. You got it.

[Approving like the master of a subservient slave boy. Really though he's closer and closer to coming undone. It's so much more than that hard suction on his cock between those two lips. Being so close to him and being in control of the kid's ending in return, the instant reciprocation that comes so easy to them is terrific.

Larry rubs away the precum with his thumb again and is sure to keep his thrusts shorter and faster.]

You wanna come in my hand to gimme something to lick off too? I want your load.

[Can Mr. Master White tell the difference between his head bobbing up and down on his hard on and his head nodding to say 'Yes, I want you to lick that up.'? Does it even matter? Green eyes still narrowed are close to squeezing shut for the way this paw handles him so fucking well, like Larry may as well be jerking off his own dick. So fucking close.]

Shi--[Freddy manages to sound around the shaft. His thighs are shuddering. Tighten up Newendyke. His lips press and purse again, eager to fucking the old man with his mouth as good as any fist, or his ass. Over yonder the toucan continues to chirp but it's not overpowering, at the same time it means the bird doesn't drown out the sounds of letting your new life begin by calling 1-800-Get-Thin.]

[Brown eyes behold this attractive, shaking man. His hair is soft and damp with sweat in his paw that moves as if to help him fuck his face. It's all on Freddy though. All it once it hits him like a bucket of water.]

Yes! Goddamn!

[There he goes now. Hardly any warning. Larry honestly thought he could keep it together just a little bit longer. The pauses and the licking it was too much today. Besides. He fucking adores the talent of the kid's mouth it can be as good as any fist or his own ass. The load hopefully doesn't catch the kid by too much surprise For a moment he's stun and he has to grip the kid tight before remembering the kid needs his finish too.]

Come on, tough guy. Come on.

[BAM right in the face. Except not because his mouth is so tight on Lawrence Dimick what hits him is a hot load all over his tongue and down the back of his throat. The taste is nothing like his clone but Freddy wouldn't really have it any other way. This taste is Lawrence Dimick, cigarettes, liquor, and all. He's developed a palate for it...or maybe dining on unmicrowaved canned pasta has really done something to his taste buds. Either way would the old man complain? Didn't think so. Not only does he take it in the mouth, the kid fucking swallows it down. He's got to be able to groan without making a mess see? Mouth pulled off that cock he presses his cheek into Larry's thigh now, hot breathing and panting.]

Oh fuck. Fuck keep jerkin' me off, baby. That's it...fuck.

[A few more pumps and Freddy's going off like a fucking loaded gun, spilling all over that paw and between his fingers as his body writhes in such an unlikely cramped position.]

[Oh fucking hell is he swallowing? It's still a surprise in of itself. Larry licks his lips and attempts to not salivate all over himself as he watches that kid take it all down like he said he would. Sometimes talk is all talk... until it isn't. A fucking marvel. No complaints at fucking all out of this old man. The blood is still rushing in his ears but now's no time to stop. For being a master he's terribly obedient of his slave.]

Give it to me, Freddy. Fucking blow it.

[Sprawled like this could give someone a twinge or something. Larry works him as he comes, milking out every bit he can get. He's intent on returning the favor. Freddy happens to taste better dining on fine steak or canned processed pasta.]

[Aside from the flavor there's no real reason Freddy shouldn't anymore. They go unwrapped but have never fallen back to seeing other people or playing with a third party. Not yet. Until then he's free to swallow without fear, save for the fear of wrinkling over the taste then spitting it out. Tonight, the taste is alright enough to eat.]

Shit I'm comin' Larry. I'm comin'.

[The kid whines into his thigh as his body peaks then subsides, still leaving a mess in the old man's hand. He can feel the hot stickiness pressed between fist and belly.] Oh fuck...

[Breathe Newendyke. He licks his lips then turns his head to look up at Larry, still resting on that lap. Well satiated, and he didn't even need to take it up the ass.]

[Think of how it'll be after a few days of really downing papaya.]

Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.

[How can he be anything but? Hair askew, mouth open, eyes burning...Larry wants a picture so that it'll last for ever. At least he's got his memory. The heat of his breath on his sweating skin has nothing on the hot mess between his thick fingers and on the kid.]

Move a little.

[Some slow easing movement and the old man shifts. Careful moving the kid around but it's all so that he can lean just right to lick up the mess on him and his hands. He'll start belly first, his hand positioned just so to prevent anything from dribbling onto the couch.]

My favorite.

[The longer they're together fucking around the more ways they figure out to enjoy it. How about that.]

[Now there's another perk in letting the lie go on. ...That's not how this is supposed to work. You're in pretty deep, Newendyke. With his mind far away from that though the kid really only concentrates on the lull of a subsiding orgasm. Shifted just enough he's got a clear view of what Larry is doing and damn if that ain't beautiful too. His breathing stays slow and steady as his fingers comb through peppered brown hair. Each swipe of his tongue is warm, inviting, but just soon enough so as not to make his cock rise again.]

You do that real good... [Freddy notes tiredly.]

Yeah?

[They've got no where to be so he's purposely taking his time. His own happy mellow has something to do with it too. Brown eyes look up toward the kid as his tongue flattens a little above his belly button.]

I don't want to miss a spot so I gotta be thorough.

[Always a professional you see. With finger he traces an L on Freddy's stomach. From there he continues to clean his fingers sparing a lick to the kid like he was a supplementing flavor.]

That all you wanted?

[Now who is faking indifference and asking questions here.]

Always a fuckin' professional.

[Freddy remarks, riding that same wavelength as he cups Larry's chin to look at him, before letting the old man continue his thorough thing. Oh now he wants to play that game? Green eyes narrow just a little, he cocks his eyebrow.]

Yeah, I got what I wanted outta you. [A pat to the head follows this casual remark. It's all fun and games with the only person he truly loves to play with.]

That's what's expected of me.

[Among clients. All of his treatments within the apartment are free as charged executed with the same professionalism. Larry takes his work very seriously. Only the best here.]

Uh huh. I know where it went.

[The old bear noses the kid's stomach. No diamonds in there and no way he's getting' knocked up but come on. Where else is it gonna go.]

So we're done here.

[Mess is cleaned and the laze is settling fast. There's something going on in the background about a magic bullet. Whatever that is. The bird seems to have settled down the better to be temporarily forgotten.]

....You're kinda dirty.

[The kid remarks in a faux tone of surprise and minor disturbance. Of course he's hardly surprised or disturbed by this observation. Freddy's dirty too. Oh that nosing is nice. Another pat to that head becomes a slow rubbing over the nape of his neck.] I think so.

[Sam's gone back to picking at the papaya while rocking gently on his perch. Just a bird thing.]

Not no more. And I'm not the one who sucked on any cock tonight. You did. And you asked.

[Beat that in a pretend defiance kind of a way. His shoulders lift and fall with a sigh for the rubbing. Feels real good to be under his hands.]

Say the word if something comes up.

[Pun fully intended.]

Change the channel would you.

It wasn't a big deal.

[The kid says in an attempt to downplay the whole deal, except not really. Sucking the old man off and making him come with just his mouth is a real achievement, one he doesn't regret having ever. Every time. For that pun Larry gets a casual thump to the back of the head. He'll oblige in changing the channel though.]

I'll let you know.

[Oh look...a vibrating sort of looking barbell weight thing...yep.]

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