orangetoughguy | log post II

I've never been to a beach like that.

[All the more reason for this kid to go huh? Over the sun comment though Freddy can't help but laugh. Yeah he's seen the old man where if someone looked at juuuuust the right angle they'd stumble upon him naked. A tanning bed on the other hand, that doesn't even occur to Freddy Newendyke.]

Are you on a first name basis with the owner or something? You tan together?

Sounds like you're over due.

[He wets his lips before another drag. They got those on Catalina, but Mexico is where it's at. They should go there first. Though it would ruin the rest of the resorts for life. Ah well.]

One of the managers had a brother who fell into deep, deep horse shit. Down in Mexico they have drug lords and it's all about turf and profit. Well, this brother rolled in the wrong neighborhood and ran into the wrong fucking car. I was passing through, got finished with a job. It was clear he was going to get left in the desert to die. It didn't seem fucking fair.

[Larry leans to tap ash before laying back once more.]

Long overdue. [A nod and puff of agreement. It'd be nice to see blue water, to dig his bare feet into warm wet sand, with Lawrence Dimick sunning himself like a damn seal not far behind. Shit is that too ideal? Too optimistic? Even if it was just for one day, he'd still want it.]

Over a fender bender? [Road rage in LA, sure, but in Mexico? Well he's never been so Freddy just has to imagine it.] Sounds like you both got lucky.

[Tap tap, puff. He shifts again as if there were anymore ways to stick close to Larry.] You're gonna show me around the place one day, man. [He can't promise when or for how long but it's a goal.]

You might have to get a double dose to make up for it. Two or three weeks. Something like that. [Lawrence Dimick is dreaming big. If that's too ideal or too optimistic well, he is guilty as charged.]

A fender bender turns into sabotage or attempted murder in the right kinda eyes.

[It's just something criminals, fucking guilty ones, do.]

Top to bottom. The beach chairs are remarkably comfortable.

[Inhale, exhale.]

I'd fuck you in one.

[Oh yeah, Freddy knows that too. It's just the nature of crime and some cops can also be guilty of it. Not this one though, he's never gone batshit enraged over a fender bender although if someone wrecked his motorcycle...anyway. The kid taps his cigarette for another deeper pull. Then green eyes are looking that-a-way at the old man.]

Are you tryin' to make me hard?

[With the fucking comment, with the dreamy optimism, with the rock and roll fantasy.] Cause if your body's ready I could go for seconds.

[Criminals have the wrap for being stupid to the average Joe. They're shifty eyed and frantic, twirling their mustaches and ready to bust like a powder keg. Not this one though. A lean to the nightstand and he leaves his cigarette in the ash tray. Now he's leaning toward Freddy.]

Somethin' is always ready for you.

[Already spent the man's got hands and a mouth.]

Why? Does that make you hard? Thinking of being on a beach over lookin' the ocean on a resort where nobody knows your name and everybody minds their business where I can bury my cock in your ass as much as I please...that get to you?

[He's not putting his own cigarette away just. The kid sucks down another shallow pull then exhales ring-like patterns.]

Oh yeah?

[Larry does have paws and a muzzle. As for thinking about it, being out on the beach under the warm sun with waves rolling up every other second while Lawrence Dimick plows the shit out of him, yeah it gets Freddy hard. Two can play at this game except he's at a disadvantage of Larry is literally physically spent. Damn.]

Would you fuck me on my hands and knees or put those chair marks on my back?

Well.

[Disadvantage? Maybe. Who can lose when they play like this though? Larry rubs Freddy's chest idly with the back of his knuckles staring thoughtfully at the ceiling.]

I want you to be comfortable. So I could fuck you on your back but then you wouldn't get to see the water. That's the point of going beach side. I think I'd fuck you on your hands and knees.

[Fair enough. Freddy can't say he would reject being under Larry's control...or is it the other way around? Hm. Well no complaints here. The kid arches under those knuckles.]

Nice to know you're thinking about the view.

[The landscape of the beach or the landscape of his body.] Then you can blow me. [Right now?] In the spa or somethin', whatever they got there.

[Sounds like someone's getting distractedly hard. Freddy finally puts his cigarette down.]

[Give and take with these fucks. Larry doesn't always feel like he's in charge when a lot of his decisions are based on Freddy. Since day one they work together. How often does that happen with two strangers falling into tandem so well. While Freddy's putting down his smoke the ol' bear ups the ante kissing at his turned back and then shoulder moving with him.]

They have spas, saunas, private pools.

[Knuckles drag lower and lower encountering bristled hair.]

You get your pick.

[He's slipping down now.]

[Now that's nice. The kid stills himself to encourage the attention, something about not seeing what the old man's doing sends all the blood from his brain to his groin.]

I'd fuck you on the edge of a private pool.

[Hand first beneath the sheets already knows what it's going for. Larry's following suit because he fucking can.]

On my hands and knees or pressing tile into my back?

[Fair is fair to ask though...the old man doubts he could take it comfortably. No offense kiddo. Though hey, why not give the man a try. He knows he can trust Freddy.

Paw works up and down the kid's cock feeling it grow harder in his hand. Larry lets his breath brush over the tip each time before sparing a lick.]

I'm listening, baby.

On your knees, like you're kneeling on one of those benches they got in the shallow end. You got your arms stickin' out on the edge, I'm right behind you and no one would know I got my dick up inside you.

[Oh here we go. The kid stifles a low sigh because he's got a responsibility to maintain this fantasy setting too. Larry's listening after all.]

No one would know except you're makin' faces and bein' loud, telling me to fuck up your tight ass. I got my fingers in your hair, my mouth on you. [Groan, that lick is a killer.]

[Fucking dream weaver right here. Even though Larry blew it he knows that Freddy could get him through the night from one fantasy to the next.]

I'd keep on speaking English too. Harder. [Lick.] Faster. [Lick. Lick.] Can't get enough outta you and I can't help but let everybody know.

[How he's properly hooding that dick in him at the other end.]

So much...for keepin' a low profile... [Another sigh.]

No "Me--gusta."

[Groan. The kid's eyes squeeze halfway shut for the hooding. Holy shit he's wonderful.]

[A muffled laugh is the best the old man can do compromised like this. He likes what he likes. One paw keeps working the rest of the cock that isn't in the bears mouth, the other is handling his balls. The old man would do this on the beach if he new there wouldn't be any prying eyes looking to get in on the holiday outside of the room or the other cops. That's about the worst that could happen.]

[They're not by the pool or anything but Freddy's twisting his fingers into Larry's hair anyway, encouraging him to take his dick down his throat like they've got no worries in the world and all the time they want to take down by the beach in Los Cabos. Even here they have less worries and the kid appreciates it even though sometimes he feels he takes it for granted.]

That's it, baby. You're mouth is so fuckin' sweet.

[They're in a spacious bed, in their own home, it smells like flowers, cigarettes, and sex cause he's getting his cock sucked. What is there to worry about?]

[The sentimental, romantic motherfucker that Lawrence Dimick can be believes that they have a slice of paradise. No, it's not a beach or a resort. But it feels comfortable and safe. No worries and no one to answer to for anything they do.

He shifts to bob his head up and down to take him deeper. The rest of him lays against Freddy's leg, almost straddling it. Pulling off to lick and suck at his balls he also can speak.]

Where do you wanna blow it, big guy? In my mouth?

[Fucking sweet for a criminal. The worries are obviously around them. In this frame of mind it's hard to think of them at all.]

[Freddy's well aware of what a hypocrite he can be, living in this slice of paradise while refusing to do things or doing things all too often as if they were back in LA. But ultimately he cares about Larry and that seems pretty obvious enough, right?]

Uh huh. In your mouth, unless you want it...on your face.

[Sigh. No he's not trying to beg Larry to let him blow it on his face. Begging would be unattractive...or is it? He wraps his other leg over the old man.]

[Face huh? That's not subtle. He can cut the man a break after all he's getting worked over in the best kind of way. The old man licks up the underside of his cock to swirl over the tip.]

All on me?

[All over his face. Now that he thinks about it they haven't done that before. He moves his mouth away a moment to take a nip at the inside of the leg that's holding onto him. So fucking sweet. The kid seems pretty long and lean from this vantage point.

Back to business both hands are working his cock.]

Lay it on me, baby. Blow it.

Uh huh.

[These are distracted answers for a distracted kid. Except wait what? No they haven't done that before and really upon thinking about it Freddy always figured if they did he'd be getting the facial first. What a treat. But he's gonna look up and over at Larry first.]

Really?

[If he had a tail it'd be wagging right now. He's already carefully shifting to sit up with Larry between his thighs.]

Really.

[Getting a handjob in the drive thru was a treat too. Why the fuck not? Moving he is very careful given where he's situated.]

Don't you wanna see it on me?

[Larry leans to lick at his gut.]

[Does he? You bet. But the reality of it is still sinking in.]

.......

[God does Larry know how much Freddy loves him. Seeing that as the green light the kid gives no warning as he reaches out, clutching onto that graying brown hair to hold the old man's head in place. With his other hand he takes hold of his own cock, fist pumping furiously to get him closer to orgasm. Having gone for seconds who else knows better how to get his balls to release another load faster than Freddy's own palm?]

Tell me how much you want it, you dirty old fuck.

[There's no mistaking the authoritative nature of the grip of those fingers in his hair. Even in his boyish glee. It's fucking attractive. He tilts his head staying right where he's wanted.]

Come on my face, cowboy. The whole hot load.

[Larry can't hide the smirk of satisfaction. The view is great watching the kid work his cock. It's a rare treat. This is what he does to get his rocks off when the ol' bear isn't around.]

Running down my cheek.

[If it's allowed in that grip, he leans to breathe heavy on the kid's gun.]

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[He relents on his grip when he feels Larry moving. Call it a charitable allowance for his old man. Freddy doesn't slow down his own fist pumping though. He's jerking away like his fucking life depends on it.]

I'm gonna. [A slight bump brushes the head of his cock against Larry's chin. Just a little more. Fuck watching Lawrence Dimick, warm brown eyes, peppered hair, ready to get it all over his face is a fucking sight.] Here it comes.

[Sooner than expected but Freddy does know how to handle himself best. With two more pumps he writhes from a second orgasm and that orgasm spreads itself over Larry's cheek. Fortunately for him this load is just leftovers from the last one. No huge mess on that mug.]

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