orangetoughguy | log post II

[The kid's breathing regains a semblance of rhythm during the come down--oh a hiss for the bite first. Damn Larry keeps him on his toes, sometimes literally. Those bare feet flex to work out some tension from having just been fucked out a window.]

Sure. [He widens his stance a little to optimize the angle down there. All messy cock and reddened thighs--] Oh God.

['Hal Jordan' groans for the loss of his cock. There's a warm mess on his belly too, he can feel it, and he's gone this far over the edge what else is there to lose? Freddy turns to lean back against the window frame, naked save for the bandana. Stained with his own semen and dick that's losing its swell. Post-moneyshot.] What about you huh?

[His picture of his orgasm, hm.]

There, there. You'll get used to it.

[The way the window frames his body on either side it is actually worth catching.]

For this I want you on the mattress again. On your back.

[He has to stroke himself at least once. It almost hurts.]

You sure you haven't done this before, Hal? I get the feeling that you might have done some amateur work. That roommate of yours maybe?

[There there, he says. In response the kid unceremoniously flips him the bird, and he waits for the old man to take a shot of it too if he wants. Now then, on his back huh? Freddy can oblige. He walks away from the window to sit on the mattress--dirty thing--then lean back just like he wants. Those lighter thighs part again giving him an open view of everything he has to offer.] Easy enough huh?

[Easy kid. Watching Larry stroke himself evokes a licking of his own lips.] My roommate and I keep shit to ourselves but I gotta say he is one good motherfucker in the sack.

So he's not gonna get pissed that you're throwing yourself into your work?

[The mattress creaks under Larry's weight. Right in between Freddy's legs now.]

Think I'll plow you right here.

[Back in he goes. Slowly now and it's a long, low moan. The camera is on his face to capture the man's expression at re-entry.]

Naw, he knows how it is, working hard for the money. He works pretty hard himself.

[It's a small subtle thing, but Freddy loves the sound of that creaking. His appreciation for it gets cut short when Larry starts pushing back in him, right where he left off. Goddamn he really stretches a guy. His face is a twisting gasping flushing mess.]

Fuck. Fuck you're hard.

[He reaches back to hold onto something, the mattress edge, sheets if there are any.]

[There are sheets, cotton and pretty thread thin.]

Sure I am, Hal. I really put myself into my work.

[He's all the way in but not moving, not yet.]

That hurting? Should I stop?

No. Fuck no are you insane?

[No he's just a damn tease. These hands reach up to grab the man buy his arms, that wildcat, elbows, hair if it's within reach.]

Don't stop you asshole. Fucking plow my ass, come in it.

Not crazy. Just thorough. [And sweating bullets. There we go. Right into motion. Each hit makes the mattress creak.]

Come in it? Then what? Take a picture?

[Harder now. Faster. He's in control completely being up top but he knows Freddy can take it.]

Oh fuck man. It was supposed to be a dirty shoot....I didn't [huff puff in the creeeaaak creak creak] know it'd be this good.

I don't know shit man you're the photographer. Work it out.

[How to come in his ass and still leave some left over to get on his face. Yeah. Seriously that's Larry's problem not Freddy's, why should he have to think for him? Fff. His body's bucking with the motion, rolling with the creaks, and he loves every single fucking second.]

Struck fuckin' gold, cowboy. [He swallows. Any second now his dick's gonna be ready to ride out his second round but probably long after Larry's blown it. Stall, Newendyke, for both of you.] Gimme the camera.

Careful. You know how to [swallow] use one? [As though it wasn't anything other than a point and click camera.]

Give it a try. Y'might like it.

[The old man keeps it going.]

Fuck you got a great body. [Now he's the one who's moaning. He'll have to get a grip and split the blow fifty fifty. Or seventy five twenty five. Anything he can get.]

Just point and shoot right? Ain't no fuckin' deal. [He shrugs underneath that weight, that pistoning weight.] I know.

[How's that for fucking cocky? He knows he's got a body Mr. White can't resist.

Camera in hand now and it's just a polaroid, not one of those fancy ones with the big lens. He can handle this just fine thanks. On his back, head to the mattress, Freddy points the thing up. He's looking through the viewfinder, looking, looking...he lowers the camera and reaches up to grip a broad shoulder.]

Stop moving. I can't shoot you when you're fuckin' around. [And suffer for your moneyshot.]

Stop? You sure?

[He's not thrusting but grinding. With his head down he can nuzzle the kid inadvertently. It's not that kind of fucking right now.]

You want me to smile? [Now he stops like a well tuned car right on a dime.]

[Ooh that nuzzling feels good, even when he can tell just how much stubble's grown on Larry's chin since the morning. Right, not that kind of fucking thought.]

Just be cool.

[Freddy advises when he feels that thrusting stop. Click. Click. The sheets come out and likewise the kid tosses them aside. Click. Here's one for the mess going on between their legs. Click. Another for his wildcat.] Put your hand on me, get me hard again.

Okay, Mr. Jordan.

[The old man makes a show of licking one of his hands and spitting on it. Even though Freddy hasn't done a whole shoot with the camera it feels pretty damn good on this end too. As directed he wraps his fingers around the kid's cock.

It's a great size and weight even limp. This way he can slip the foreskin up and down. Larry isn't sure of how many cocks he has had in his lifetime but there's something about his--and the man attached to it that really gets him going in every way. ]

[It's not just the presence of a foreskin is it? He's heard locker room talk about it but it's really nothing all that special aside from making him a little more sensitive compared to his cut counterpart. Then again maybe that's why Freddy can go for two rounds while Larry, age and experience already on his side, can last once for roughly the same amount of time. In the end it works out for both of them. Self-evident in the way playing with his skin over his cockhead is getting the kid hard up again.

Click click. Click.]

That's it, oh fuck baby you're getting me hard already. [Click. He tosses those over. Freddy doesn't stop wasting film until his cock is standing up again.] You want it back?

[The camera he means, though his ass is included.]

[No, it's not. He does love it for it's texture and flavor. Whatever makes him able to come more than once is appreciated. If it's age, the old man is proud that he can last as long.]

That soon? [Hah. Hopefully that comes off as blatantly played. The tightness in his balls isn't getting more comfortable. Larry's so deep in the kid's ass unmoving.]

Gonna let me do my job? Huh?

[If he wasn't on his bad and filled up his ass he'd give the old man another middle finger. Fff. Well played, Dimick.]

Uh huh, gonna let you do it and finish it. You want that don't ya? You wanna finish off in me, all over me.

[Freddy writhes under Larry's weight to make a point. A little squeeze and he's tightening up around the old man's cock. Get the point? His own dick is ready and willing. His ass has been going strong since he put it in the first time. It's fucking great.]

All the fuck over you. Damn your ol' man will wonder what you've been up to all day.

[Hammering away now. Breathing hot and heavy on Freddy's skin and smelling him, practically tasting his sweat. The old man knows exactly where he's been and what he's been up to.

Oh shit. There's that first slip of precum. Not long now, not at all. Damn and the kid is squeezing him in.]

Yeah baby.

I'll tell it to him straight. I got fucked long and hard. Whatever he does about it I just gotta deal with it.

[Oof. That thrusting action gets him groaning. Shit who gives a rat's ass about the camera now? It's sitting somewhere on the side, within reach and probably a little sticky but who cares. It's just a polaroid. Freddy brings his knees in tight enough to then stretch a leg and set it high on Larry's shoulder. Free hands go between his thighs to work his own cock too. Any second now he can feel White ready to blow.]

You comin' soon, baby? I want you to, real hard and heavy.

[Smug, foul mouth, son of a bitch delivering lines like that. Larry here is fucking Marlon Brando.

The way his legs are up on his shoulders now...that's something he has to take. He's not going to stop. No fucking way. If the camera is out of reach oh fucking well. Fortune or at least long bear arms of his allow one last shot like that. He doesn't bother picking up the camera. Click. If it captures it good. If not. Whatever. He gets to fuck a skin flick rising star in his own universe.]

I got a whole load so hot an' ready.

[Oop. There we go a jolt shooting up into Freddy. He grinds and then reaches to grip his cock and balls to hold off the rest.]

On your face. Now.

[His other hand takes a hold of Freddy's head. Yeah. He's moving out all on his own. Don't worry. The foxhound has earned his second ending in spades. Mr. Lee Marvin will handle it.]

[If Larry's a genre semi-eccentric director of some sort wouldn't that usually imply some sort of special sexual interest? Some kind of fetish? They're all like that, so the West Hollywood division's told him. Maybe Larry's taste for younger men is exactly that special interest, not that it means much to him now that Freddy's the only kid he fucks. No more of the other people bullshit, only mutually approved third parties where applicable and they haven't even done that yet.]

Give it to me, you old bastard. Fuckin' lay it on me, Lee.

[On him, in him. Same deal for this particular shot. But when Larry starts unloading only to pull out? Well call Orange motherfucking impressed. He's really doing it. He's so awestruck he almost forgets the point of this was to get it on his face. Right right. Legs come down so the kid can swing them over and push himself up on all fours. Real fast. No time to waste. His face is right there waiting for it, eyes closed. Idly Freddy wonders if this is how his dirty movies are made. They probably don't have as much fun as he does with his old man.]

[Can it be called a fetish when you're completely fixated on one person? Larry would be more than happy to live his life in fame and seclusion in West Hollywood or anywhere there are palm trees and a few miles away from the ocean.

Look at the kid get right into position for it. Can the old man be any luckier? He holds off as much as he can so a little gets onto Freddy's chest and chin before he lets go to milk out any bit onto his fair, freckled complexion.]

Right on your goddamn face.

[Grunting, gasping he feels like he should be in a dirty movie.]

Oh fuck.

[On the chin some flecking across his nose and a majority on his cheek dribbling dangerously close to his mouth.]

[He's thinking about those dirty movies, the ones that don't have women (the only ones he has) he keeps shamelessly in their home yet for whatever reason can't acknowledge what their very existence implies. Look human sexuality is a complex thing okay? But yeah Freddy's thinking about those dirty movies and none of them even come close to how good this is. He can feel his hot load running slow on his face, sticking to his skin, his light freckles, near his mouth. It feels like magic. Dirty fucking nasty magic.]

You gonna take a picture?

[Of Freddy Newendyke, Mr. Orange, freshly fucked on all fours and still wearing his bandana with a facial added on. Talking inevitably leads to a tip of the tongue swiping the corner of his lips despite where that cock's been. It's not the same as ass to mouth really.]

You even doubting?

[...he did need a reminder or else he was going to stay transfixed. This is his man and this is their life. No skin flick could ever compare or be as good as the real deal. Larry wills his hands to still his breathing is still heavy.]

Gorgeous, baby.

[Click. Click.]

Smile if you want.

[Already he looks very satisfied with his new accessory.]

Naw. [Yes he is.] Okay.

[Freddy gives a subtle smirk before opening his eyes wider not to smile necessarily, but he is giving the camera that look again. Hungry and knowing full well how good a fuck he is to Lawrence Dimick. Shit they have pictures, how is he going to feel about them when he's thirty? Forty? Whoa Newendyke, stop thinking long term, who knows how long this is gonna last and if those polaroids are gonna age fine. Just keeping moving.

Slow and steady Orange eventually moves from all fours to sitting on the mattress again. A little push back and his legs are stretched out. There's semen on his stomach, chest, his face.]

Lick it off. Start with my face and work down. [The second he lets go of that camera Freddy'll be taking pictures too.]

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