orangetoughguy | log post II

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.

[So what happens when Freddy slips his hand under the old man's balls to knead them while he sucks him down? His lips tighten as his mouth moves up and down, first as short strokes then as longer ones, almost taking him to the back of his throat.

The fact of the matter is...either Freddy has a small mouth or Larry has a larger than average dick. Whatever works.]

Oh fuck. [Gasp. Pant.] Like that, motherfucker. [His fingers clench and unclench. The kit kid is moving enough so that he doesn't have to.]

All of you's so damn tight.

[Larry curls almost in half.]

Freddy.

[The kit kid has no qualms over leaving a little bit of a mess either. See that saliva rolling down as he lifts his head up? Don't worry about the chair, he's using his fingers to spread that spit along Larry's skin before it can reach the recliner. His mouth purses tightly again when pulling his lips off the old man.]

You're not in my ass yet, how do you know?

[For emphasis he twists the tip of his tongue in and around the head while green eyes are looking up.]

[If the old man could come more than once in one sitting he'd gladly open fire right now something like the first time in high school when a pretty, giggly blonde showed her a one for. The blonde was a girl.]

Shit. [Recover, man. Recover.] I know. I wanna make it there.

[His saliva is warm then suddenly cold under Freddy's breath. One of those paws wander from his hair to Freddy's back to claw lightly.]

[Funny, they share the same kind of high school experience, except for Freddy he doesn't remember it or her with any kind of fondness in particular. She was okay.]

Alright, baby. You can make it there.

[This is what he should've been doing in high school, sucking dick and taking it in the ass. It's hard to admit. On the other hand Freddy doesn't completely regret high school either. He made some good friends and had a heck of a time in those years. Do all people start feeling this way after college? When they're approaching thirty? Did Larry? Freddy fills his palm with a bit of lube to jerk on that dick, making it extra slick.]

I'm gettin' on you, Larry. [Click and toss. Now this freckled young tough guy body is climbing up to mount him.]

Sit on it, cowboy. Take a ride.

[Urging even though he knows its coming. Oh man. The stroking up and down like it wasn't wet with Freddy's saliva already. He feels fucking slick. More so than usual.

Larry doesn't regret any hand job he got. Though he wishes that he had been more bold, more carefree. Once he did figure out that he was one tough motherfucker, he got it wherever he could. Sparingly from the hands of good friends. It was always is a mistake. Something that made the bond more desperate.

That wasn't sharing a home with anyone, revealing details about childhood and the good times and bad. Paws come to clutch between Freddy's ass and his thighs.]

Mmmmmmm.

[Face to face, he said, so that's what Lawrence Dimick gets. Green eyes slide near shut as he angles his cock before slowly, slowly pushing down on it. Honestly it's no big deal and it's an easy eventual slip because Freddy's become a fucking pro at it. Well, at least when it comes to Larry's dick. This one's the most experience he's had. Knees held tightly at the old man's sides, he sighs low when he feels the rest of him disappear up his ass. You are a total faggot, Newendyke.]

Shit...there, I got you.

[All of you. The recliner's at just the right incline to make riding Larry real easy on the knees. His elbows settle just above White's shoulders, wet fingers lacing behind his peppered head. Freddy looks fucking determined to fuck his fucking brains out.]

Pretty baby. [One lean forward and he's giving those tiny pecks on the face that they had begun with except these are more lingering and desperate.] Easy does it.

[Yet another super power. Freddy takes him like a champ on his own. He feels like a prized horse.]

Feel any different on my birthday? Any [he's got to groan, paws grip so tight that the flesh between his fingers bunch] older? It's still fuckable.

[Those kisses feel a little rough and firm on his skin, man mouth, just the way he likes it. Rocking only his hips back and forth makes him feel like he's riding a prized race horse. He's the goddamn jockey who's in partial control, making him go faster and faster, or faster and slower then faster again. Something like that.]

No...still hard. [Freddy echoes the groan with his own. He's leaning forward enough with an arch to his back to bring them chest to chest. He gasps.] Way fuckin' stiff.

[Nips and drags his teeth. Since he doesn't have a bridle he can be unruly like that. Now that the jockey has his pace he moves right along. The chair carries their rocking motion.]

I can't fucking help it. All the blood goes right to my dick if there's any chance I get to get all over you. [He can't keep clutching the kid's rump alone. The old man's balls feel tight. Any second now he knows he'll be releasing precum into Freddy's ass. The massaging chair is rolling up his back again. Larry moans and lets his head fall back against the headrest.]

[Teeth and other marks he can hide he freely welcomes to grace his skin, like those angels and damn freckles. His fingers unlace so Larry can rest back completely and to heighten the effect of those rolling pins Freddy firmly pushes back on a shoulder and his forehead. No throat clinging here, he hasn't forgotten, but he'll effectively fuck Lawrence Dimick between his ass and those massagers. If only the sales associate had any idea.]

My dick fucking grows for you too, old man. My balls get tight and my ass aches when I get horny and you're not around to fix me up.

[Dirty talk or true story? Maybe both? Definitely both. He uprights his posture, bringing their faces further apart from each other but these green eyes are still looking down, eager to soak in every expression Larry makes while his ass works his cock.]

[If freckles are from angels than bite marks and scratches gotta be from the polar opposite.]

Can't be away long.

[His mouth is open panting. The muscles in his face ripple and tense about his forehead and in his cheeks. It's not pain that's for damn sure.]

Don't want you to get too good at handling that on your own.

[A thick swallow. Fuck does he feel like dough. Larry's head drops and he shivers. Fuck he's leaking precum. Freddy's working him like a fucking pro.]

You're on fucking fire.

[Angels. Demons. Fire. In truth you can't get more human and carnal. A paw lets go to curl around his cock.]

You think my hand's... [Groan. Shit he feels fucking full.] Some kinda fuckin'--threat?

[A hitch of breath cuts through his own words as Freddy leans at the right angle to emphasize every press on his prostate. Keep it tight, Newendyke, and he'll blow it before you do. Don't be an easy fuck now. The kid licks at his own teeth before tilting down to bite at the old man's throat, nothing bloodletting, but definitely firm. He only clenches tighter at the mouth (among other places) when he feels Larry's hand on his dick.]

Mmmhuh.

[Freddy sounds, not willing to let the movement break his rhythm. He's still fucking riding the shit out of Lawrence Dimick's lap. Good thing this chair is sturdy, worth every rainbow penny.]

I fuckin' love whatever the fuck you do with your hands.

[Bias opinion? Maybe. What a bite. Larry gasps sharply. He's shaking even more when he's not moving with this amazing man. Rocking and rolling well, rocking in the chair and the rolling motion of the chair.]

God. [Moaning, desperate and grinding against the tightness. Here's the finish line for this prized horse. The old man hardly has a moment to even warn. Freddy might have suspected. His orgasm is hard to sum it up in only one word.]

[That's the ticket, he can feel Larry getting ready to blow whether he knows it or not. It takes a certain level of being in tune with someone else's body to understand, and Freddy Newendyke understands. The heat filling him doesn't come as a surprise at all but he still groans into the crook of Larry's neck when it happens. His body slows its up and down motion to a grinding one so as not to make too much of a mess on the other man's lap. After all a mess on his lap is one step closer to a mess on the recliner, and they just got this baby. Ruining it on the first night? Even Freddy can have some sense of decency.]

That's it baby, the whole thing. Gimme everything you got.

[Freddy huffs into Larry's ear. His hands relent in gripping the old man firmly to simply embrace him by the shoulders.]

Y'got me. Every fucking bit of me.

[Because that's what it feels like, all that pressure from his balls and insides flowing out. This is one of the many benefits of being involved with a Rocketeer is that a man gets free tickets to the atmosphere. Caught up in his finish his hand stops stroking the kid kit's cock. Going hard and fast leaves him feeling disconnected from his thoughts. Don't worry. He's coming back down to earth. It was a complete by surprise.]

Fucking hell.

[Or rather heaven. Larry breathlessly kisses Freddy's shoulder. A glance down to see that for dirty, rough, fast fucking in this chair it isn't such a mess at all.]

You treat me so well baby.

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