orangetoughguy | log post II

Greek uncle huh? I guess that explains all the naked lounging bullshit. It's those fuckin' Europeans.

[Freddy bullshits back like the best of them. He's looking a bit smug himself.]

A man's got to be true to his roots.

[Now that the bird his gone he'll get back on that kid.]

You don't like that the sunshine gets to have me stretched out in the buff?

[Would Freddy call that sharing? Paws in the front of his waistband.]

Well you know what they say about Greek men.

[Actually Freddy doesn't know so don't ask him to explain. With the bird gone he's more interested in the paws at the front of his jeans. Sunshine having Lawrence Dimick all to itself. Fff.]

I'll share if I'm involved. [His fingers rub over a wildcat.] But I might screw up your tanlines if I'm on ya too long.

What do they say?

[Because he doesn't know. Maybe it's a West coast thing. Unbutton. Unziiiip.]

I think I can deal if there's a time or two it ain't right. Besides, I don't want you burning. Not that way.

[Paws push down his underwear. Who's the hero of the day? (Besides Freddy.)]

I dunno, I'm not related to one.

[How's that for a snapping comeback--oh. The kid's eyes narrow a little for the feeling. He has to resist showing how easily those paws work him or else the old man gets an edge. Not that anyone really loses in situations like this, of course.]

I don't burn.

[Yes he does. Freddy peels too but only if left out for way too long. Fresno summers helped him get used to it so for all his freckledness he's no pasty glow worm either fff. Aw hell now he's exposed. Say something, Newendyke, don't let'em see you drool for it.]

Checking to see if the carpet matches the drapes?

If you don't burn that means you get more freckles. Enough of em together would make you one color.

[Teasing in words but not in actions. He's stroking the kid, working for a reaction. How long can the box keep the bird entertained? Maybe he's getting pleasure out of tearing that picture of the smiling woman to pieces. Yep, that's Freddy's bird.]

Looks like it from where I am. My eyes ain't so good. Maybe I could take a closer look?

[That bear's tongue pokes out of one corner then slides over his lower lip to the other side. Someone's got to drool. He's planning to just suck on his cock to cut the poor man's ass a break at least as far as dick is concerned. Larry can't help if his fingers do the walking though.]

I am one color.

[That color is cracker, cornbread, whitey, gringo, gwailo. Pretty basic as far as the kid is concerned. The bird's having his fun tearing up the words letter by letter which is pretty brilliant for a beast until he starts tearing the letters in half too. Freddy's not paying attention though, hell they're not even on the same floor, and with Larry's paws doing their best he may as well be on the moon. Green eyes hyperfocus on the way his tongue moves from one side to the next.]

Do a real thorough check then.

[It's not the same as begging. It's not the same as begging. Fuck he's such a professional, Freddy's already getting hard knowing what those fingers and that mouth are capable of.]

Sorry. Guess I was confused or something.

[Fat fucking chance. The old man shrugs and the slips to his knees on the floor of their bathroom. Those green eyes on his tongue seal the deal.]

You got it boss. [Breath over the kid's piece. It's nothing out of the normal after all. Larry doesn't wait to be told again or for Freddy to get any more ready. Lips wrap around him.]

[Shit watching Larry get down on his knees for him is fucking intoxicating. The kid's fingers run through somewhat freshly dyed hair as he licks his own chops.]

Nothin' doin'.

[Over being confused because the old man sure as hell doesn't look confused now. When that mouth envelopes his cock Freddy utters a low heavy sigh. His back presses into the counter's edge.] Fuck.

[Maybe the kid will see it more this way. Who the fuck cares in times like this. Wait now old man, who the fuck cares period? It's just them. Has Freddy ever in all honesty doubted his capabilities? Not a time comes to memory.

His mouth is already working up a pace whether he is fully hard or not he'll be that way very soon. Fingers wrap around all that he can't put into his mouth.]

Mmmmmm.

[He can't get enough of this man. Every expression good or bad even though the bad to worse ones try to make him have some reaction that's not what tough guys do.]

[Oh he's seeing more and he's liking what he sees. The kid's fingers are in that hair, curling and pulling in silent encouragement. The old man can do no wrong right now.]

Fucking beautiful.

[Croak. Shit is that bird coming back up again? Freddy considers pausing to shut the door only to groan when Larry takes a particularly deep hold on his cock.] Jesus you're good.

[Listen up, Larry. The man says he's beautiful. This man ain't a liar. Not one little bit. It makes him feel more grateful and generous. He'll put more of his mouth into it.

The paw not working his cock moves to cup the curve of his ass that's not against the counter top.]

S'all on you. [Lick.] Tasting so fuckin' sweet. [All the way in once again. He figures the bird is doing something other than coming up. He's busy.]

Sweet...huh? [Freddy hisses, body arching and pushing forward in those paws, that mouth.] Suck it down real good, baby.

[Flap flap flap. The toucan sails in to perch on Freddy's shoulder and look down at Larry. Staring. Fuck.]

Get outta here, Sam.

[Not now, bird brain. He gives the toucan a light poke to the breast. Awk. Hop flap hop, and the lime and lemon colored bird is now on the top edge of the shower door. Just watching. ...Right.]

[Oh yeah. That's just what he wants. Larry is fumbling with the drawers in the bathroom looking for--ah hah. Lube is tricky to open with one hand. He manages it's okay if he makes a mess, the shower is right on over there. Coated fingertips reach back to work the other end of this man.

...and he doesn't notice the bird until the shadow passes over. The old man is too committed to the task but.... Those beady shiny eyes. Slowly he slips away, his finger tip just in at the first knuckle stops.]

....Should I stop? Mmm? [Sorry he's a bastard. Being this close he runs the tip along the seam of Larry's closed lips as he waits for an answer.]

[Watching. Watching. What's going on? The bird doesn't know so he starts preening to pass the time. That big beak somehow manages to fit under a wig for some toucan combing.]

No. No don't stop.

[Those shuddering words precede a shallow gasp. He's lubing him up while he sucks him off. How can Freddy turn that down for fuck's sake. Anyway he once dated a girl with a cat and the cat wasn't really a bother...then again it wasn't his cat. The kid makes a motion very very similar to trying to fuck himself on the old man's thick finger until it's gone damnit.]

No shit no. Fuck me, Larry. Come on.

[Fingers start up again because it's impossible to resist. Slipping into motion from there.]

I don't think he knows.

[Yeah. He'll rationalize.]

Birds don't have dicks do they?

[However that shit works. His mind isn't on it. Mouth back on the kid so that he can synchronize the movement of his mouth with fingers. Now who is playing who like an instrument?]

[Fuck, the kid has let go with one of those hands to brace the counter's edge. His knees feel like they want to buckle under those paws.]

K-know what? [Huff. Puff. Oh.] How the fuck should I know?

[Another gasp. God his mouth and his fingers are fucking perfect, making music with his ready body and boy is Freddy ready.] You...gonna put more in me...tough guy?

[Three fingers together and their pressing together then spreading a few more times before aiming up at his prostate.

Birds sure don't do this.]

You [gulp] want me to try and fit more?

[With Sam watching?]

Damn, Cowboy.

[Short fast passes at his prostate now. One. Two. Three. Rest before three more. Even know the kid isn't holding to his face he keeps it close.]

[The angle against his prostate has the kid shivering now. Fuck that's good, fuck he's a professional of course he's fucking good. Again Freddy starts moving his hips only this time it's to ride those fingers, practically a paw, although...he wouldn't really want to try the whole paw thanks.]

Gotta tell ya... [Huff. Puff.] This is fuckin' weird.

[Messed up. He's getting fingered up the ass while a toucan does whatever toucans do when they're idling. It's only a fleeting thought though because the way Larry's playing him eclipses everything else.] Oh shit.

[Freddy doubts he can get off on those fingers but every pass they make has him doubting his original doubt. Only girls in highschool take it like this and half of them don't even get off. Oh fuck the thought of Larry taking him down as a teenager in the boys room just gets him hotter.]

[Woah. To watch him shake under his attention this up close and personal makes the old man feel particularly powerful. No young and clumsy gun could get a reaction like this, right?]

You sayin [lick, lick like he's an ice cream] you want me to stop now?

[Not without a solid no. Larry has had his hand up a few skirts with positive results, as far as men go well...he's not gonna say he hasn't been successful but it has been a combined effort. Not this has him curious. Could he get the kid off this way?]

Cat got your tongue, baby?

[Each lick gets a shuddering hiss out of the kid. Goddamn he's really trying his luck, this fucking old bastard, and Lady Luck really is on his side. Freddy shakes his head.]

Fuck no.

[That's a response to both questions actually. He tilts his head back, thighs still spread but tightening up from having to stand. Maybe Larry can feel that even sharper constriction around his fingers without his dick interfering like it would in other situations. Freddy's own fingertips rub into Larry's scalp.]

You're gonna make me come... [Groan. Oh shit he's leaking.]

[Damn he sure can constrict. Larry swallows. His own dick is feeling might snug and neglected. That's okay right now because this is about Freddy. Fuck, one of the larger reasons why he bought and tried the dye for the kid. A man's must look good for his baby. That's one of the things he grew up with. Though everyone thought that meant that his baby would be in heels and a tress and have her assets held in something higher than an A cup. Those are nice to have on your hands, no question. Except there's the rough touch of stubble, calloused hands and denim jeans and so much more.

Here is Lawrence Dimick on his knees again for a cop.]

Who says you can't? Not me. Gonna lose it right in my face? Huh?

[Even though he's licking. Once he feels muscles relax enough, this bear goes to town.]

[Tok tok. The bird's lost interest because they've been there for a little while now doing nothing particularly interesting to a toucan. Hop flap flap. Sam heads back out into the lower floor. Thank God.]

Can I?

[Oh yeah, he's asking this old man on his knees, cock neglected while he pours all his attention on the kid's and his ass. The cherry on top would be busting on his face, but only if he gets permission. That's how good a baby he is to his baby. Going to town however distracts him and again Freddy's arching and riding, played like a fucking guitar. So much for waiting on an answer, his fingers twist in Larry's hair again as he writhes, losing his load.]

Fuck, Larry!

[The reason why Larry can blow and fuck the kid so completely with his face and fingers is because the bird isn't on Freddy's shoulder still. That's too close. Critical, tiny marble eyes aren't trying to make sense of what part of anatomy the older male is trying to swallow. Not that way though bird. Hard, quick motions to Freddy's prostate with his fingers sure get the job done. They're not quite as thick and smooth as his cock.

He only makes one more lick then that's that. The kid's load is running down his chin, across his cheek and a portion on his mouth.]

Man oh man.

[Words are formed deliberately and carefully, trying not to have it all roll off. Fingers feel like they can't move.]

Oh shit man.

[There it is, all milked out of him and on the old man's face. God he looks good that way too. Freddy can barely stand, the edge has made a nice temporary red mark on his back. Better take those fingers out, Lawrence Dimick, because this kid is slowly slowly sloooowly sliding down to the floor. Then they'll be face to face, kind of.]

You're fuckin' crazy.

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