orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.]

Yeah baby. So good.

[He keeps still, brown eyes flicking from the furiously pumping fist and his strained face. Goddamn. This man is amazing to him in physique and personality. It's a pleasure to be used like a damn rag in his room.]

There we go.

[On his cheek and a bit on the bridge of his nose. Larry stays still until he knows there won't be anymore. It's his second blow but still. He gives a last casual lick to his cock.]

Jesus....Christ...

[Groan. The kid moans as he milks out every last drop right onto the old man's face. That lick manages to coax out the final drips right onto his lip and the way Freddy's moving gets a little bit on Larry's chin too. Real fucking nice. A clutching hand becomes a combing hand which tilts Larry's head up just enough for Freddy to admire his work of art.]

Fucking beautiful, I should take a picture. [But don't worry, he won't.] Come here.

[He beckons for the other man to sit up so he can clean that mess up. With his tongue.]

[Fuck, he's got a beautiful face. Gladly he'll tilt his head wherever that hand wants him to. He feels like a canvas. The small bit of semen on his tongue is enough for taste until the clean up.]

Sure would last longer.

[A fucking picture. Damn if anybody would ever see, they wouldn't believe it. And chances are they wouldn't think it is Freddy's mess. Then again, bitches don't need to know a fucking thing. It's not for them. No one else would understand.

He sits up very carefully. His own tongue slips out to try to catch the bit on his chin before it rolls off. The touch of Freddy's affirms that this was a good idea.]

Good going.

Shh.

[The kid utters as his licking and lapping becomes slower, more languid in the afterglow. Some people smoke a cigarette, other people talk, some people spoon. Freddy Newendyke would gladly do all three with Lawrence Dimick but right now he wants to lick the taste of himself off the taste of the old man's skin.]

[This close he can taste his breath, smell his skin. How is it that after sex this is somehow far more intimate? For a man that abhors cats with every fiber of his being, the old bear loves this. A few slow light kisses are pressed when he can.

This is paradise.]

[There's a slight sandpaper feeling for the day's stubble but this doesn't deter Freddy either and that also makes it even more intimate for him. Sex is something almost anyone can do, most people however wouldn't do this. At least Freddy Newendyke wouldn't do it for just anyone, he imagines it's the same for Larry. Right? A few of those kisses are returned.]

There.

[The kid leans back, tongue slipping out once more to lick his own lips. Then he flops back onto the bed.] Now I'm fuckin' beat.

[The only other times Lawrence Dimick wore another man's load was on a few sloppy attempts at a blowjob. Not willingly. It's a privilege. And it wasn't with a person who wanted to personally clean it off of his face with their own tongue.]

Thank you.

[Larry's tongue follows the other all the way into Freddy's mouth.]

So you gotta be sleepin' here.

[With the cigarette smoke and floral perfume. Just as planned.]

Uh huh.

[Says the lazy kid who then reaches out to pull Larry down beside him. The tough guy can wash his face in the morning or something yeah?]

[Rustle. Rustle. Now he'll lay his head a few inches from Freddy's. No moving out of bed for anything. One muscled, tan arm lays on that freckled body next to him.]

Buenos noches.

[With a big ol' bear yawn to chase it.]

[Those yawns are contagious. He makes one too while his arms go over that thick one on his chest.]

I'll see you in the morning.

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