orangetoughguy | log post II

A lion tamer, what do you think? [Fff. Smartass. Just for that he delivers a hard smack to the old man's rear followed by a firm clutch which turns into fingers sliding between.] Are you gonna keep on givin' me lip? Huh?

[Can Larry be as bold with the kid getting inside him, just one for now. Freddy props his chin on a broad shoulder.] Well?

Professional [voice tight, oh damn he has to swallow hard] ...a professional son of a bitch. [Damn there was no time at all and the kid is right there to the knuckle.]

I know what you want me for.

[A shaky breath out and a quick inhale.]

...so is uh...that it?

..........

[Right. He's totally asking for it and Freddy here, well he's lucky Freddy's just fucking dying to give it. A second finger works its way in but only for three quick thrusts, then the kid stills his hand, fingers curled to press right up against his prostate.]

Smartass. Back it up a bit.

[A little guidance here has Orange easing White back a few inches, enough to keep the old man's hands still on the shower tiles but bent enough that water falls on his back and slides right down to his rear. He pulls his fingers out.]

Nnnh! [Nope. Not all by a long shot. The three passes feel like the kid is trying to pry him open. The old man widens his stance and tries to keep on riding his fingers. It takes everything in him to not moan out too loudly when his prostate is touched directly. Now he has to follow directions? A half a step and he pauses.]

That good?

[Just when he's preparing himself for another onslaught he feels that hand pull away. No. Wait. Not yet.]

The fuck are you doing?

[Huff. Huff. And he can't see.]

Gettin' ready to eat you.

[Do or die, Newendyke, it's go time. The kid gets down on his knees right behind the old man. Hands are on him again, gripping hard then spreading, and what comes isn't a hard cock at all but something much softer and far more dexterous. Freddy doesn't go in him just yet, let the beginner start out slow. He's licking from his ass to his balls then back again.

It's not so bad.]

Fucker.

[Even without the blindfold the old man would have seen this coming. Hands on him about carving him. First touch of his tongue is like a jolt of electricity all the way up his spine. Slipping and sliding it's magic.]

Freddy.

[Stay standing, old man.]

[Everything feels so fucking warm and it's not just the water either. Hearing Larry actually say his name though has the kid stopping.]

Yeah?

[Keep going? Stop? Slower? Faster? Harder? He's never done this before and he won't ever do it again if it weirds the old man out. But he's Mr. White, the guy who watched a donkey show in Mexico or wherever that was. It can't be so bizarre, right? Freddy's not some kind of freak, right?]

Baby.

[A thick, wet gulp and he is trying to turn to wear he hears is voice. Why is he stopping? Since he pulled away his back curls to try and at least find him again. Fucking torture. Fumbling carefully on the wall he blindly reaches back to touch his shoulder.]

Finish what you started. Don't leave me hangin'.

[Don't make him beg.]

.......... [Teehee. If that doesn't sound like outright approval then Freddy doesn't know what approval is.] Okay.

[The kid's hands roam upward to first undo the knot in the tie. That's gonna need some ironing later on, but at least Freddy tosses it outside the shower before he gets back to work. There's something outright intoxicating about making this man, making Lawrence Dimick, want more. His tongue presses inward by a tip while his other palm strokes the old man's shaft.]

[Ah. There we go. Now he can see. Though the majority of Freddy is obscured by his own body. Fine. Whatever. He doesn't even care about the tie. Now look at what a monster he created.]

Goddamn.

[Blind fold long gone he can see the top of his head and the hair he's gonna grab. Larry braces himself on the wall.]

[Inward a little deeper, effectively tongue-fucking the old man even though it's a far cry from a cock and he'll probably never reach his prostate. Still part of the allure is the fact that Freddy's really fucking doing it. He pulls out to speak.]

You want more, baby? Is this enough for you?

[And right back on in. His palm is still stroking Larry's dick but at a slow even pace.]

[Doing it and going to fucking town like it ain't no thing. Sure isn't a cock but the way it moves, slips and slides it has this ol' bear about shaking. He feels like a fucking trombone. It's so damn hard not to say yes because fact of the matter is it isn't the kid's cock. All that slips out is:]

Nnsssssss!

[Watch it. His hips will get into it if Freddy lets him. Forward to his palm, backward to his face in small increments.]

Edited 2011-06-21 22:55 (UTC)

[May as well be a face grind and the kid is pretty okay with it because fuck he's playing the old man like a fucking bass guitar and he is fucking singing. His stroking increases as he lets up with his mouth a moment later.]

What's that?

[Damn right he's singing. Larry's grunts and groans are longer, louder.]

Jesus fucking Christ, Freddy.

[Huffing and puffing.]

You fucking know.

[....that absolutely didn't sound like a whine. No sir. Damn, Dimick. He's not even fucking you just yet. He swallows.]

S'good [fucking great] but I want your dick.

[Teehee. The kid takes another long firm lick before standing up only to slip his fingers back into Larry.]

Hold that thought, tough guy.

[Another press to his prostate and he pulls his fingers out. Freddy'll get the lube and oblige since he asked so nicely. But first, he stands under the showerhead to fill his mouth before swishing that mouthful then spitting it out to the side of the drain like it's no thing.]

[Larry leans into the wall, cheek resting on his arm. That swift and easy pass at his prostate makes him take nip of his own flesh. He feels like he's a fucking instrument played by a master.]

Don't take too long. [He pushes off of the wall to stand back against the wall and slick back his hair.] I might cool down.

[Fat chance he would but the kid has him tuned, primed and ready for the real show. He's watching you Freddy.]

Then you'll wish you had me while I was still hot.

Whatever keeps you up and tight, hot shot.

[Freddy quips as he steps out of the shower to get the lube. Damn they have clothes and stuff all over the floor and this kid's stepping on it all to find the bathroom stash. He doesn't have to go far. Shit do they have this stuff in every room now? Anyway he's stroking himself in full view for Lawrence Dimick.]

Is this what you want?

[He turns to better show Larry his erect cock in fist.]

Smart ass.

[Now he stands under the running water watching the kid navigate his way to the stash with eager eyes. This fucking kid.]

What the fuck do you think?

[Brown eyes purposely take their time drifting down to watch the way his fist glides up and down. Know what? He'll do the same though keep his grip loose on his cock, saving the best for Freddy.]

I think you want me to loosen you up.

[Freddy replies as he climbs back into the shower. His hands work on the old man a little rougher than usual now, kind of like a cop handling a perp. Face to the wall, hands up, legs spread, then his palm clutches a hip.]

How about it?

[He presses his dick up against where his tongue vacated.]

Go ahead, tough guy. Show me what you got.

[Please. Palms against the wall and hips out and oh so receptive to his directing touch.]

Or is big talk all you have?

[Larry's breath hitches and he almost holds it feeling the head almost breech.]

[Well he asked for it. The kid presses inward and goes right to at least burying himself halfway.]

Sorry...didn't hear you, water's kinda loud... [Huff huff.] What'd you say?

[Being this deep allows him to grab Larry's hips.]

[Elbows to the wall now. Larry swallows hard. How long can he keep up his own tough guy persona? The kid has had him going since that bite to the neck on the street.]

Kid.

[He'll relinquish one arm to go back and reach to squeeze Freddy's ass and try to press him deeper.]

Fuck. You're killin' me. C'mon. Just-[frustrated sigh] just fuck me.

[And there it is again. Without the blindfold just a look over the old man's shoulder will reveal another broad kid-in-a-candy-store grin. Freddy enthusiastically obliges by gunning forward to the hilt. Then, once there, he starts fucking Lawrence Dimick, even and deep.]

Like this?

[He asks before sinking his teeth into Larry's shoulder. Both of them against the wall like this gives him the right leverage to nail that prostate.]

[Goddamn this fucking kid. That grin makes him want to try and stick it out longer. But the cock pummeling his insides assures it won't go down like that.]

Yes. Like that. [Clipped speech because he's savoring how open and ready his body is.] Don't fucking stop this time.

[There. He said it and loudly at that. Pomp and Circumstance would have started if they were in their old apartment. Some shit like that. The walls are made of thicker stuff. Thank goodness for that. Larry'd be falling through a hole in the tile, no doubt about it.

Teeth once again that started the fire.]

I won't. [Huff.] Baby.

[Freddy says between hard bites that might sting but shouldn't break the skin. He's not even giving the old man a reach around but he'll oblige if Larry wishes. Something about being able to make Larry come without it though strikes the kid as impressive, a goal to aspire to. So he keeps fucking him, pushing and thrusting, pulling out only halfway and barely taking time between passes. Water flicks whenever lap and rear meet.]

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