orangetoughguy | log post II

[Quite the effect. Larry's paw smooths over his shirt but his thumb thicks one way and then the other. Super effective.]

Tell me what you got.

[In the meantime, he'll deal an incentive by dragging his teeth along his chin to take a nip. The original plan in his head to go in for a kiss but he has to break away to look into his face.]

Oh shit. I did, didn't I?

[Among a crew of old comrades...who are not with us any longer...this would have been super embarrassing to share. Fucking littering. Larry laughs at himself and rubs his eyes.

Now's not the time to think about Joe, about that one time in Atlantic City for shits and giggles. It was Joe's birthday though. Not Larry's.

Still smiling, he looks through his fingers.]

Did it say what it was?

[This old bear is gonna be the end of him if he keeps doing that. Sure Freddy could fight him off but, well, he doesn't want to, got it? The drag of teeth is another sting that sends a shiver down his spine, kind of like a contrast to the rolling massaging motion in that chair.]

Uh huh.... [Shudder. Hah okay that's a priceless gesture from Lawrence Dimick. The kid kit laughs too before shrugging, playing up his own devil may care attitude now.] Nope but I like thinking it was somethin' real retarded you know? Like a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon in a city park.

[Freddy's laughing too? Hah. Larry decides to put his paw under his shirt the better to pinch.]

Aren't you a regular joker today. It wasn't the most fantastic kinda feat. Though now I can stop wondering whether or not they keep that kinda information. Maybe I'll tell ya. [Rubbing.] Maybe I won't. [Pinching.]

Uh...sure. Y-yeah, sure why not.

[This is Freddy trying to talk while getting felt up purely above the belt which is great but also not great. It really begs the question as to who has the upperhand at the moment. Arching and curling within those paws, the kid's got to throw in a gamechanger. Again.]

Think you can fuck me like this you lazy son of a bitch?

[It's an outright dare to disguise his own uh...begging in the matter...or something like that yeah.]

Think? Think?

[His voice is rough but not with faux anger. Freddy's not pawing back at him. It's the pretend indifference on the kit kid's part with that flexing, curling and squirming.]

Baby, I know I can.

[Meaning that there's a hand between his legs now gauging how much of this dare is urgent.]

Might even help the process out. That what you meant by gamechanger? You wanna get fucked in this chair?

[The most he's got is an arm draped over Larry's shoulders, loosely too because yeah he's got to play out his own indifference. Why, one might ask. Well, why not? Pushing the limit and playing out this kind of competitiveness has always been a part of the White and Orange partnership. Always.]

Yeah? Cause I'm not takin' it easy on you even on your birthday--

[Freddy boasts only to suck in a breath for the paw between his legs. It's getting pretty damn urgent urgent emergency as the dude from Foreigner would say.]

[Even if his arm is draped on him it makes Larry feel like a million bucks. This kind of man wants him. It could have easily been a fleeting thought he had. Damn. Sometimes thinking back to that day, it's a trip. This fucking tough guy Mr. Orange and his big talk.]

Good thing I'm not turning seventy. I might think of asking you to gimme a handicap.

[Larry shifts in this wonderfully comfortable chair to move against Freddy.]

So go hard on me.

I already give you handicaps, old man, I think I'm gonna take some of'em back.

[That's a little growl right there, Freddy bullshits as good as he takes it. It's just an easy and natural thing to do with Larry. To further demonstrate his point he brings his thighs together like that alone can trap his paw there. It, of course, gets him to go hard on Mr. White. Win-win situation?]

I don't need em. Not really. Neither do you. Unless you don't want it that heavy.

[Trapped doesn't mean he can't wiggle is fingers and touch up against the seam of his jeans right up and down the middle.]

Take off your fucking clothes.

[Whispered into his ear.]

Or do I have to peel em off.

[Mmm right up his back again massaging. He will get up if required but... Feels so fucking good.]

[Snort. Seriously? Freddy can take quite a lot of whatever constitutes as heavy, from bloodless to convention funk. Oh yeah and rough sex too which sounds like the direction in which they're headed considering Larry's whisper. It sends another shiver down his spine...up his balls...straight to his dick.]

You wouldn't know how.

[The kid challenges...but he's taking his shirt off too because yeah, he wants to get naked as much as the old man seems to want him to. Win-win situation. He tosses his shirt onto the floor before working his jeans open, hmm how to wriggle them off without getting up though? Well he'll leave that problem to Larry's paws.]

Hah. There's a lot I know, you little fucker.

[The bear growls taking over the disrobing. He plans on just yanking them off bit by bit. There's enough room for him to wiggle and shift to make it work.]

Were you thinking in the store in front of the salesmen and other customers what chair you wanted to get fucked in? Huh?

[In case if he wasn't, Larry grinds against him. Now he's thinking of it.]

[Okay while not unexpected the way Larry starts handling him still comes as a surprise. A pleasant surprise. His jeans are wriggling off and because he's still seated this way his briefs are coming off with them in a semi-haphazard manner. It's a big fucking turn on, getting manhandled. He has to hold onto the recliner to keep from slipping.]

So what--if I was?

[Doing his best to sound petulant, he is, but Freddy inevitably groans. Hey whose birthday is it again?? No harm no foul if this is the kind of present Lawrence Dimick wants right?] Maybe I was thinkin' how many ways I could fuck you in it too.

[That's not quite a bluff either. Did he ever end up asking the kid how he likes his fucking, giving compared to receiving? Does Larry really even have to ask to know?]

I wanna know.

[Anything said in the climbing moments of anticipation because it's as good as peeling off what layer he can. Now there's so much bare chest to clutch and scratch. And soon his cock will be completely exposed to whatever treatment Larry feels like giving.]

Is that what you're thinking of? Giving me your cock or getting mine?

[Larry stops pulling at Freddy's briefs to take both hands at his hips and grind up against his ass. All he knows is that he loves fucking around. Though learning every in and out of the process is what he takes supreme pride in.]

You can't keep a tight lip forever.

[Hah. As though anyone is only thinking of lips. Larry's are at the man's neck, still grinding until he has to lay off.]

[That's enough keeping his own paws to himself. Rearranged to straddle the old man this kid starts working Larry's shirt off. It was a work night wasn't it? So he's got a tie and buttons to undo which on one hand lets Freddy take his fucking teasing sweet time but on the other means his own dick and ass will have to go unattended. Well, beyond the attention of big old hands anyway.]

I think...about alotta things, Larry.

[Freddy hisses. He tilts his head to better form against the shape of the face working on the crook of his neck. There goes the tie. Now onto his buttons.] Right now I'm thinkin' about...riding your dick, makin' you come first, cause you're the birthday boy.

[The implication in his tone is that Larry will be so into being sandwiched between his massaging chair and his tight ass it's gonna be that easy. And in case Orange's rough tone isn't enough:] Cause you're gonna be real easy.

Baby, I think about you riding my dick all the time.

[Which makes him enough of a fag. To hear Freddy talk about how he thinks about it too... that means something, don't it?]

Are you gonna want me to come up your ass?

[Like he needs to ask. Dirty, filthy talk and the liberty of saying it makes it easy. Larry decides to give his seal of approval at the kid's neck while he cups and traces over the feel of his cock in his briefs.]

Aren't you the cock sure motherfucker.

[As much as the old man doesn't want to admit it. He feels real easy sometimes.]

[Freddy doesn't doubt that at all nor is it the first time he's heard Larry admit to the sentiment, but it still warms his skin to the point of breaking a fucking sweat. Mr. White went out and fucked a green-eyed hooker in the ass after meeting him while Mr. Orange made a not-so-planned-but-otherwise-revealing date with his hand in the shower. Whatever the hell it fucking means--from that to bleeding the shit out on a ramp--what Freddy knows is ever since he finally got to ride a dick he always has Larry's in mind.]

Uh huh. I want you to blow a load in me.

[Freddy also knows this makes him one big fucking faggot. Oh God he meant to tell Larry that didn't he, and he couldn't form the damn words. What's wrong with you, Newendyke? Other than being out of your head when this guy's not around? Sometimes he worries he's clinging to Larry because he's too much of a pussy to start fresh as a cocksucker, like a fucking teenager all over again. But he's fucking crazy for old Dimick too and that guy happens to be crazy for him and Larry's been through a lot so he's got to know what he's talking about. Is it really possibly for anyone to get so fucking lucky? Maybe it's his reward for enduring all that fucking pain in his belly.]

Uh huh. Fuck me, Larry. [Every single button's come undone. He runs his palms over this man's chest, planes of muscle and wiry hairs.] However you want me.

I want to.

[After almost a year. Even when he was fucking other people it was the same as that green-eyed hooker. A good time is a good time but there's nothing like getting exactly what you want with exactly who you want. Spending it in a lady of the night didn't exorcise his wants. That time so many months ago he was pleased to eat tacos with the kid. It was worth trying as hard as hell to get the two of them out of there alive.]

We're gonna need lube tough guy. [If Larry could just dive in he would. It's getting that bad, that fast. Forty fucking two years old.] Then I want you to come right on back here. Got it? It's gonna be face to fucking face.

[He remain seated on this beautiful throne. Freddy's hands on him make him feel young and perfect, a lucky, lucky son of a bitch.]

[So. In other words...fetch? Green eyes are looking down with a mildly narrowed angle for the way he couches the basic order. Fine. Freddy can get up and do it, not like he's forty-two years old. Wait ain't Larry forty-three? Lying on the driver's license is a crime too.]

Okay.

[For once he delivers the word in a flippant tone rather than the more conceding do-what-you-will tone. It's all the same though. He climbs off Larry's lap to pull off the rest of his clothes too so when he's off to get the lube it's in full buff. Ever notice the light freckling on his body? Surely Larry has.] Strip while I'm gone.

[The kid orders over his shoulder too.]

[Isn't that what good dogs do? Fetch?]

Thank you very much.

[Since he's gonna put on an act for that. Though he's not going to look away from the man who's pulling away. Somebody said that freckles were places that angels kissed people. Chances are that's about as true as that shit about Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Besides those angels would have bought Freddy a drink for all the places that they've been with him.]

Anythin' else?

[To add to the order. Stripping while he was away was part of the old man's plan. He has to stand up for a minute to completely divest himself. Larry has a few spaces of skin that are speckled.]

[That'd be a crapload of angels, so many Freddy ought to be a little ashamed of himself for letting them have their way that easily, or should he feel blessed that they've given his body and how he uses it their complete approval? Interesting thought, this. Upon his return Freddy tosses the lube at Larry's naked chest.]

Naw you're good as is.

[Now siddown, old man, cause this kid's about to get on his knees and wedge his face between your thighs. This part isn't just about Larry's birthday, he actually enjoys sucking down Mr. White's cock.]

[One could call it an angelic orgy. Or do they not have those in heaven? Probably not. Sinful and all that. However those small darker bits of pigment came to be on his skin doesn't make the old man appreciate touching on it any less.

Lube attained though looks like he won't be needing it now.]

Now you're good as is.

[A chuckle comes out. The motherfucker doesn't need to ask he knows.]

You know what you like, don't you?

[Larry carefully places the lube on the outside of his thigh so it doesn't get in the way. Hands free he can touch Freddy's face, neck and chin.]

[Well that's what they call religious ecstasy isn't it? Ahem, meanwhile this acolyte of sorts presses a kiss to each inner thigh, one after the other as he gets closer and closer to Larry's erection.]

I do. [Peck.] I got a taste for it. [Peck peck.] Right here.

[The first lick brushes across the base of his shaft, just a short teasing one, then a second above it. It's like he's daring Larry to take him by the hair and force his mouth on his dick. Maybe he is.]

[Each brief press of his mouth feels like a burn. Maybe there will be marks there. Warm puffs of breath have him tense with anticipation.]

Come on.

[His voice is soft and rough. The kid is so damn close. Fingers clutch tighter in his hair. Larry thinks over his action knowing that they're going to fuck in this chair. He's not strong enough to turn down an opportunity have his cock between Freddy's lips.]

Suck it.

[Words first then the motion. The bear is aggressive but keeping it controlled.]

[Just as planned. Giving the old man a headstart ought to guarantee the kid's boast over getting Larry to come first. Not that this is all about competition or anything, really who loses in a situation like this? Fingers in his hair work like encouragement.]

Like this, baby?

[Freddy can't help but smirk as he tracks his wet tongue firmly all the way up the shaft to then hood his lips over the head. He doesn't take Larry the whole way down just yet but he sucks on the tip as demanded.]

[As long as he gets to thoroughly fuck this freckled man, there is no losing at all.]

Beautiful. Keep at it. Get the whole fucking thing.

[More tugging, urging. He's fighting to keep his hips glued to the seat. Especially when his rump is getting a wonderful rubdown right now.]

Suck that dick.

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