orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.]

[The only reason why his hand is still on Freddy as he's going at him in such a pace is because he's about clawing him. It's fitting with the bites. They don't hurt, not really. In fact it feels like his blood is beating hotter in the kids mouth. The old man looks down and watches his cock bob with their motion. He wants to touch it but not enough to distract from what a fucking pace they've got. And from where Freddy stands he's hitting him right where he wants it the most.]

Oh God. That's it.

[Nothing to hold back he moans at each pass.]

I'm gonna fucking blow.

[His balls feel tight enough. All that attention then nothing at all. It all can't be water on his dick.]

[He's what? Oh that. The kid does want to savor that even if the water's liking to wash it all off. So one hand lets go of an old man hip to start beating Larry off. His fist is erratic compared to the movement of his own cock.]

Blow it, baby. [Huff huff. Freddy's sweating but it's hard to tell in a shower like this.] Gimme everything--you got.

[He audibly shudders at the touch of his hand on his cock.]

Every damn piece of me. [The man can't think. Otherwise he'd have selected words that didn't sounds so sentimental. Freddy's rendered him brainless.]

Baby you got me so--[both arms want to clutch him but if Larry doesn't want to slam face first into those pretty, fancy tiles he'll have to deal. That's okay. That tanned, thick body of his won't be compromised much longer. His head tilts back to Freddy's shoulder as he comes.]

[Jesus it takes every ounce of self control Freddy Newendyke has to not go to town on the old man's ass while he's coming. He wants to relish the feeling of Lawrence Dimick giving in to his body, Mr. White of all people taking it up the ass from the new guy Mr. Orange. Not so new anymore though huh? Freddy circles his free hand around Larry's waist, holding him tight and grinding.]

I got you.

[That could mean so many things. Right now it's more sentimental than the kid can openly admit.]

[Freddy could at this very moment and the old man wouldn't even begrudge him. Needless to say this new guy Mr. Orange worked damn hard to get to where he is in more damn ways than one. Sometimes Larry forgets it's a climb from his end too, maybe even more so. Mr. White is his first real go too.

Arm around him, hand around him and still inside him the old man knows the kid's got him. The whole damn load is over Freddy's fingertips and the tile, running down and mixing with the water. It'll wash away in seconds.]

Freddy. Baby. [The words almost run together. His high hasn't diminished entirely. There's only one thing missing.] Come in my ass.

You talk dirty. [Freddy utters against him.] And it's beautiful.

[Who gives a fuck about being overly sentimental anymore? They're in their home, their shower, their private lair, and Freddy just rimmed Larry's ass. He's gonna say whatever the hell he wants to say.]

I'm working on it. [Huff.] Baby.

[Hands back down to those hips he starts pushing again, and pushing hard. The kid is thrusting forward and bringing the old man back each time. The slaps of skin to skin get louder and faster until Freddy's writhing against Larry. He presses his chin to a shoulder again, practically anchoring as he loses himself in the other man.] Oh fuck, Larry.

I wanna feel it.

[Forty two years old, scarred, wrinkled, smelling like cigarettes none of that matters because he feels beautiful when the kid tells him so. Larry's his man. He might call the shots, put his money down, but he's just as much Freddy's as Freddy is his.]

Give it to me.

[Larry moves his fingers into Freddy's hair holding him against his shoulder. That hot flow of semen gets him shivering.]

That's it. That's my baby.

I gotcha.

[Oh shit those fingers feel so good on him, Larry has to know the effect his paw has on Freddy no matter how it's touching or where. He writhes under it like a goddamn animal, wanting to be petted, craving the attention and encouragement.]

I'm your baby.

[He utters into his skin during the comedown. Freddy thrusts less and less until it's only a grind again.]

So good.

[With a less frantic pace, the old man holds himself off of the wall with his elbows. One paw in his hair, one paw on his ass.]

Goddamn right you are my baby.

[Larry grinds back lazily in his way. He feels drugged and it's great. Here's his own personal heroin.]

[Freddy goes so far as to kiss Larry's cheek, just once, but a kiss to the cheek no less.]

That was good.

[He adds in agreement and pats the old man's rear while he's at it. The shower gives them a quick rinse, perfectly convenient. Nevermind the fact that Freddy here barely soaped himself up. He can do that tomorrow morning. Larry doesn't think he grooms himself like a kid too does he? Regal nose to wet peppering hair, Orange smiles.]

Told you I'd catch up.

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