orangetoughguy | log post II

[The hot salty sweat of his skin is the perfect taste. Maybe those zombies were onto something.

How fast? He practically races back. Without words the kid is begging for it. Don't want to leave the man hanging especially when Larry doesn't know how long he'll last even with their nifty trick. It's the World Series.]

Yeah. Just like that.

[Since he's bent over in such a way he lays a hard slap before aligning himself.]

Like this?

[Gotta remember to be gentle though Ready Freddy's body is well ready. He said he wanted to feel the old man against his back. Larry holds the majority of his weight off but lays so the kid can feel skin.]

Come on--

[Urk. The kid grunts for that hard slap, it stung for a split second, the good kind though. Fuck if every day could be like this...except then they'd never get any work done. Oh shit, he needs to call the shop. ...Freddy'll call later. His thighs tense just slightly upon alignment.]

Yeah, like that. Lean into me baby, I wanna feel you.

[He bows his back, making a sharp curve to better feel Larry above him while still pushing his rear back onto him. Yeah, that's how badly he wants it.] My ass misses you already.

Here you go.

[Slipping in all the way. Even though it was a few moments the old man missed the tight firm hold, body pressed against body. Reunited and it feels so good. Here he goes, slamming again seeing as he was invited.]

I love feelin' you under me.

[Firm, scattered muscle and wiry frame, no tits. If they went on like this forever one of them would be knocked up. Nothing at all would get done.]

Fuck. Oh fuck. Keep fuckin' me. Like that.

[His words come out in bit phrases with thrusts for punctuation. Freddy grunts over every pass, every push and pull. Without the wrapping yeah he'd be pretty knocked up by now although never underestimate the underdog. His loads might be left in Lawrence Dimick few and far between but each one's highly potent in the Newendyke stuff. How else did his mom have three kids in about five years? (No contraceptives, duh.)]

Love feelin' you...on me. [Freddy manages to gasp. He reaches behind himself to snag his fingers in peppering brown hair.] Fuckin' magic.

[Would it just beat all if it was Freddy that knocked up the old man?]

Not gonna stop, not today.

[It's satisfying to see and feel how much the man is undone by how the old man goes to town on him.]

Magic's all you.

[Larry huffs and puffs into the crook of Freddy's neck. The couch groans under them like it's the third wheel.]

What's next? [Panting and gulping down saliva. He's a bear not a drooling dog dammit.] Wanna ride me on the stairs, baby?

[He wouldn't refuse the product of that union, not one bit, and Larry would still get dibs on being called papa. Freddy's perfectly happy with being dad. Uh, not that the kid's actually thought about it or anything. Yeah.]

Good cause... [There's a hand going between his own thighs.] I don't want you--stoppin'.

[Oh fuck riding White on the stairs would be great. So great the very thought has Freddy about to leak precum.] I'm gonna come.

[It's in the old man's hands as to whether he can wait for the kid to blow it first then move onto the stairs or force him to hold it while they make their way over. Any option will do when you can reload.]

[Weird science gone wrong or right...or some shit. How could the old man possibly fight against that if it happens? It's got nothing to do with religion. And no, no he didn't think about this other then their passing conversations. Just for kicks. Though nothing really compares to this kind of a kick.]

Don't come on the damn couch. I want it on me.

[Meaning he'll haul him to the stairs. And yeah he pulls out. It's harder to do this time.]

You can do it, can't you motherfucker? Can't you?

[Now Freddy has to do the following.]

What?

[Not for the coming on him part but for the not coming on the couch. Fff. As if Larry's ever so immaculate with the furniture, well, he is more so than Freddy it seems.]

Oh God.

[Freddy gasps loud and deep when Larry pulls out, that fucker. He feels empty again and that emptiness really puts a halt on his own orgasm. His dick doesn't drip after all. Fuck. His following is weak and sort of funny, he can't walk straight. Congratulations, Lawrence Dimick. Smaller paws fall on him for steadiness.]

Almost there.

[Both ways. Larry doesn't go far up the stairs at all. He grips the kid's hairy, freckled forearms to help keep him stable. Boy if he's walking funny now what the fuck will tomorrow hold?]

Right here. Sit on it.

[The old man takes his own cock and gives it a brief stroke. Woah man. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Besides, Freddy wants it bad anyway. He's going as far as to guide him on.]

Uh huh...

[A nod, another shakey step. Whew there we go, on the stairs. Those paws on his forearms help. Freddy doesn't need to ask questions either when the man guides his cock upward.]

I'm gettin' on it.

[Swallow. There's sweat already beading on his forehead. With another loud groan the kid's bearing his weight down on the old man. Grunt, he won't pause until he's buried to the hilt...fuck. Breathe, Newendyke. There we go. Then without another word Freddy starts grinding and bucking. Did Larry think he was starting to go down for the count? Fff.]

Better?

[Brown eyes are half lidded. Face to face once again. Breathing is hard and heavy. So the old man can't unload but it doesn't mean he's not sweating bullets. It's a bombardment.]

So much fucking better. Yeah.

[Fingers wrap around his cock too. Freddy said he was working to come. He'll directly help.]

Got me all tight up in your ass still. [Pant, pant.]

Oh yeah, real tight. [Grunt.] Even when you...work it loose.

[The kid's taking shallow panting breaths with every motion. He's riding Lawrence Dimick like his life depends on it--oh shit. Paw on his dick has him leaking in three jerks.] Fuck, Larry, I'm gonna come.

[Just like he wants anyway. Freddy's hands hold firmly to his shoulders.]

Do it. Do it. Come on. [He'd be more creative if he wasn't feeling strain too. His ass is starting to go numb against the stair as he pulls back and pushes up riding along with Freddy. The mind can only wonder what the hell the kid's ass feels like with the stopping and going.]

All fucking over me.

[Even if it's gonna be a few hot streaks, it's how good it makes the kid feel. This is their fucking to celebrate living and being glad that this party is gonna keep going. His paw tightens close to the tip of his dick, still stroking.]

Make it count.

[His ass feels hot and damn tender that's what it feels like and he fucking loves it. So what if he might feel sore tomorrow? It's just soreness and it's just a day. What's a day compared to surviving a fucking apocalypse with the man he holds closest to him? Celebration is right.]

Ahhh fuck.

[The up and down stops with Freddy fully in Larry's lap. He half-grinds and half-writhes with orgasm, staining the man below him across his stomach and chest.] Fuck...I l-lost it...

[He sure don't sound like a loser though.]

Yes.

[A growl, a hiss anybody not a part of this would think he got pulled along too. Not yet.]

That's my man.

[Far range. He can feel it move with the grinding. Like a true and noble steed he's right there with Freddy grinding.]

Jesus...that feels good.

[Freddy comes close to purring and no house cat's purr either. He'd want to do the wildcat on Larry's arm proud. Then the kid leans down, still quite content to be on his dick, but not content enough until he's mouthing the old man's jaw. Is he stubbled? Even better.]

[That step behind him doesn't feel as comfortable as it had when they began. For now the old man will ignore it. After all, his cock is still snugly buried in that hot hunk of Newendyke.]

Just good? That's it?

[Paw, the one not coated with Freddy's semen strokes up and down his spine. There's stubble there. Evacuating the City didn't leave time for a good shave.]

Fucking great.

[Amending his comment is no problem when it feels like this. Shit he's still wearing the ring ain't he? Now it's Larry's turn to come. But how? Another lick brings them mouth to mouth.]

Tell me how you want me.

[He's oblivious to the pain those steps have caused.]

[He'll now grip the back of the kid's head as he slips his tongue into the kid's mouth occupying both ends. It inspires him to grind with both too. Pulling back he kisses and nips at the kids neck before answering:]

I wanna haul you into my bed, kneel behind you and fuck you until I come deep in your ass.

Mmmff...

[No protest here. Freddy relishes being full on both ends, grinding with his ass and digging deep with his tongue. When they part there's a little string of saliva but what's a little mild drool compared to the dirt and grime of the day? He nods.]

Do it baby. Take me up.

[He'll get off Larry's lap if he has to but he'd like to see the old man try and take him just like this.]

[Saliva, come and dirt...Larry feels filthy in the best kind of way.]

Are you sure you're ready for it?

[The old man has to ask himself if he's up for the challenge. Well, his dick is. It has been. And if the kid is gonna keep talking like that how can he possibly not?

Okay. He'll try. Oof. Alright. Arms can lift him though they can't stick together.]

Hold up, baby.

[Brace yourself, Freddy. The old man is going to carry you.]

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Uh huh.

[If they have to separate then they have to separate, but these legs are going around Lawrence Dimick's solid waist while these arms cling to those shoulders.]

If you drop me down the stairs I'll punch your fuckin' face in.

The only way I'm droppin' you is if I fall down the stairs.

[For being more of a canine sort Freddy has a near primate ability to hold on like this. It works to help Larry get his stride. To be safe though he's got a solid grip on the banister. Once he feels comfortable enough he kisses after every step and pant.]

Mm. Good man. Real professional.

[He kisses Larry between each phrase. Being held this close the mess on his torso is just getting messier. It ain't a big deal at all.]

[Armani. Versace. Newendyke. Now Mr. White can say that he's worn all the notable suits that count. Fuck it's hot and sticky on his skin. It makes each square inch more aware of what part of Freddy it is or isn't touching.]

You're a whole work out.

[When he reaches the top he's a little winded. It'll take more than that to stop him. Into the old bear's room, the bed is still unmade. The flowers are still there.]

Down you go.

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