orangetoughguy | log post II

[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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