orangetoughguy | log post II

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.]

Edited 2011-06-18 06:52 (UTC)

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.

Are you sayin' you can do without it?

[The work out, only teasing of course. He's rather impressed with the old man's performance not that his own satisfaction was ever under question. Seeing the flowers brings a little smile to Freddy's face. He eases his hold to help himself on the bed and the look he gives Larry when he's on it is unmistakeably expectant (hungry).]

Not a chance. Why would I ever?

[Do without the kid and all the exercise that he gets from being with him and around him. Larry remains standing.]

Take it off, cowboy. This is gonna be it.

[And he's going to make it count. Here they are in the old man's bed. Didn't they fuck on the old man's bed when their apartment only had one room?]

[They sure did, because that room had the only bed and Lawrence Dimick claimed it for himself over 'back issues' which to this day Freddy suspects were exaggerated. Had White claimed the bed out of seniority Orange would have accepted it too but that's in the past now. Shit they've come pretty far since Black Magic Woman. Here he is, the kid on his hands and knees, crawling over to undo the tape while green eyes watch the old man's face for his every reaction.]

Are you ready to go off in there? Ready to fill me up?

[And while he's doing this he'll lean in to lick at the drying mess on Larry's stomach too. The taste is a bit nicotine-tainted but Freddy doesn't give two fucks right now. The things he does for Larry.]

[It's been a long, long trip. Today they were notified that there are plenty of miles ahead of them. What will be next? Five bedrooms? A jacuzzi?

Truth be told his back is not what it used to be. The pain is few and far between except for particularly heavy lifting.

He claimed the bed because Larry didn't want to take any chances in having to take time to explain the nature of his back problems or even attempt to lobby for it after the fact. And certainly the old man would not want to admit that any of this may be age related. He's forty three years young sticking his cock into the able, ready body of a man more than a decade younger than himself..]

I've been ready. Fuck you know how to get a hold on me and pull every drop out of my balls.

[He slowly licks his lips. It's damn near impossible to keep up the collected and cool demeanor with that tongue and breath on his skin. The tape peels away, a few hairs pulled but nothing painful. Coming loose Larry gasps.]

Fuck.

Kiss ass. [He arches a brow with amusement, pulling tape slow and steady.] There.

[Freddy concludes as he balls the tape up...then unceremoniously tosses it on Larry's floor. Flop, this rear is on the mattress once more but he's facing up instead of on all fours. Knees part to show his own cock.]

I'm gonna need to warm up first. [A point to his dick.] And it's not gonna suck itself.

My nose ain't brown is it?

[How satisfying is it to have the truth laid out like that, Freddy? Be honest.

Flop! On his belly first then he scoots to place his face between the kid's thighs.]

Now you want me to suck up.

[Which he will. Gladly. Hot, authoritative son of a bitch. Everyone knows that one way or the other Freddy is gonna get exactly what he wants.]

Huh? [More breath into it so that it can spill over the cock oh so close to his lips. Larry won't even wait for an answer.]

Just asking you to do what you do best.

[He shrugs before laying his own paw over Larry's hair. Fingers weave into it then clutch, urging that warm breath on the tip to be his damn mouth. Yeah they're both gonna get what they want.]

[Mr. White's tongue goes to work with his charm curling beneath the kid's cock as he takes it into his mouth. Brown eyes are on him as he slides up and down. Somehow just being with this man he gets what he wants. It's magic. A few wet slides up and down before he lets the motion of Freddy's hips set the pace if he feels so inclined to fuck the old man's mouth.]

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