orangetoughguy | log post II

[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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