orangetoughguy | log post II

You taking your clothes off, seeing everything I can touch and taste.

[Oof. That rocking motion. Aw fuck. Larry reaches farther into Freddy's jeans to cup and rub on him before pulling his hand away so that they can rock groin to groin.]

I like seeing you eager to get to it. [He grabs a hand full of hair and pulls him to get a kiss.] Lube's in the glove compartment. [Like he doesn't know.]

Does it make you feel like a fuckin' winner, cowboy? [Like Christmas came early in July? Shit those paws take his bravado down a notch when he's cupping, rubbing. The kid leans in even harder, making that groin to groin action firm.] I like seein' you eager to give it.

[Larry grabs him before he can say anymore, kissing deeply as his own fingers drag through dark peppering brown hair. Or is he not as peppered after that dye box dilemma? Parting mouths Freddy's panting a little while giving Larry a hungry look. The lube's in there he says. Fff. The kid unceremoniously crawls a bit between the front seats to get it out. If White gets a face full of his ass. Well. Would he complain? Freddy shuffles back with the tube in hand.]

Here. Take care of it.

[The kid means his cock while he starts peeling his own jeans off.]

Take care of it, he says. [That's a loving mock. His mouth is watering.] What do you mean now?

[Until Freddy specifies exactly, he strokes his cock up and down. Is anyone else having this much fun at the fireside?]

Want me to suck it? Or get it ready to be buried right on into my ass?

[The hair that he can clutch to his heart's content is not as peppered. It's no salon job but he did it to the best of his ability. Larry uncaps the lube.]

[The kid likes to imagine nope, no one is having as much fun at the fireside as they are. Freddy shudders from all the stroking action only to put his hand under Larry's chin. Clutching his jaw.]

You want me to fuck you, wise guy? You gotta tell me you want it if you want it.

[Because nothing turns Freddy Newendyke on more than Lawrence Dimick telling him he wants to take it up his ass. Well, Larry telling him he wants to fuck Freddy up the ass is a turn on too. The same with sucking him off, being sucked. Really it's just White who does this to him. He smoothens Larry's darker glossier hair.] Well? Tell me.

[Wound up, held and fixing to go crazy is the old man's kind of fun.]

I [a harder stroke upward] want you [another one downwards] to fuck me. [Now it's a slow slide up to rub his thumb at the tip before slathering him with lube. This would most certainly not have happened at any lake.]

Edited 2011-07-05 21:04 (UTC)

[First there's a hiss.]

Uh huh...

[Then there's a hitch.]

Fuck.

[Freddy looks down at Larry with narrowing eyes. No, nothing that would happen at any lake. He doesn't think ill of her but he does thing she wouldn't have the right equipment to make it happen anyway. Again his head tilts upward while his hips slowly move back and forth, fucking the old man's fist to equally spread the lube.]

Then you're gonna have to...turn over.

[His not so peppered head nods like he doesn't know. Brown eyes are fixated on how he moves his hips and the way he looks like heaven's on the roof of their car.]

Okay, tough guy. You gotta get off of me. [So he can then get him off. Paw lightens up the hold on his cock.]

Edited 2011-07-05 22:26 (UTC)

Do I?

[Freddy says like he might be too lazy to bother with getting up. Another dramatic sigh (made partially genuine from the stroking) then he's moving to allow the old man a flip. Really no one loses in this situation. As soon as he's on his stomach or hands and knees though the kid is reaching out to tug his waistband down, just enough to give him access to White's ass.]

You won't be sorry.

[Have some more dramatics. Though Larry's desperation isn't a lie.]

Do I gotta say please?

[The night air isn't too chilly on his bare skin. He clutches at the upholstery and twists his head to take a gander at the kid.]

[Flappy hand on that firm ass. He kneads one side with the heel of his palm.]

Yeah. I think you do.

[Followed by a hard smack to it that stays on him to clutch. Larry looks fucking amazing this way.]

Please. [Begrudging like. Playing the game. He sighs and tilts into that hand that makes him feel like dough being worked over.]

Fuck. [Hiss and gasp at the strike, it smarts a little but he wants more.] Please baby.

[The Stones are singing, begging for shelter.]

Okay.

[A little more kneading, a little more rubbing, then he presses the tip of his cock to Larry's ass. Teasing has never felt so fucking good.]

Just like this? You want any fingers or should I get right to it huh?

Get right fucking to it.

[It's a growl. So close. Almost there. Sweat is starting to bead on his skin. The car is warm and his blood is even hotter.]

You want someone to come on by and see? Be jealous I'm not them?

[That growling makes his temperature a little hotter and his cock feel even harder. Freddy grinds it against him, not at all pushing in just yet. Fingers weave into his hair then clutch to pull his head back a bit.]

Maybe. Maybe I want'em to know you don't belong to anyone else either.

[How's that huh? Orange can be pretty damn possessive too. Okay enough of it though. He has to let go of Larry to hold him by the hip with one hand and guide himself in with the other. It's a slow and steady pushing that has Freddy groaning already.]

You fuckin' tight ass.

What matters is that I fuckin' know.

[Keep it together, Dimick. Even if he's playing hotshot and it's enough to make anything melt.]

Don't be stingy. I want it all. [All to himself. He's just as possessive. Sure is a snug fit, that's why he has to be slow. It doesn't mean he doesn't want it hard any less.]

Oh I sure as hell...don't doubt you...fuckin' know.

[He has to space his words out just to handle the pressure. The kid doesn't stop either until he's fully buried in the old man. Flush against each other like this Freddy's close enough to take a nip at Larry's shoulder. He grinds into him.]

I...love...fucking you, Larry.

[Grinding quickly turns to thrusting, shallow strokes but as deep as fucking possible.]

There we go. Yeah.

[And he's ready, more than ready It's a long, low moan as he goes. Man he feels so full.]

We haven't even--

[Nevermind. The car moves a little, not squeaking. It feels like whole world is moving with them. That deep it feels like stab right into him.]

Even--what?

[Freddy grunts behind his ear, hands taking hold of his sides now so he can better pound Larry into the seat. Their only company are the glimmer twins yet the kid almost feels like he could do this while the whole world's watching, on the outside looking in. This car is their shelter for now.]

Started yet.

[To drop the bluff or not to drop the bluff?]

S'all?

[Each hit has him moaning. He's trying to keep it down. Emphasis on the trying.]

We might needa--turn up the music.

[Man oh man that alone is hard to say.]

Oh fuck, baby. [He loves to fuck and get fucked.] Goddamn.

Oh. [Huff.] Yeah. We've started.

[Huff puff. The kid stops while still deep in him to put his hands on the old man's back for leverage. Then he thrusts, harder, rougher.]

Fuck the music. [Freddy grunts.] I want to hear you.

[Even in summer he feels like he'll fog the windows with the way that he's breathing heavy.]

Fucking [his breath hitches] shit. [It almost stuns him. Freddy's wielding a Thor grade hammer striking his target.]

I love you fuckin' me. [Don't think that he's laying there taking it. Hips tilt up and away to move right along. Can Freddy see those big paws clutching at the seat and the handle of the door.]

That's it baby.

[A kiss to his back. Oh Freddy can see pretty clearly. He's watching Larry fight back so to speak which is wonderful but also encourages the kid to do his worst.]

You think you're so fuckin' tough.

[His fingertips dig into Lawrence Dimick's skin, guaranteed to leave marks as he meets that rear pound for pound.] You want my hand on you?

Don't you like em tough? [Gulp. Larry lowers his head and tries to stifle his cries just a bit. No luck.] Don't you like em Hard?

[Worst? More like best. Dead on to his prostate. That's what it feels like.]

What do you think?

[That's all the tough he can muster.]

But [pant pant] don't you want me to come on just your dick?

Love'em.

[Says the kid as he literally works the old man tough and hard. Those fingertips on one side are ghosting closer around him too. Not at all near his cock but halfway there. Of course he doesn't have to jack the guy off.]

Think you can--[Groan.]--handle it huh?

[Teeth drag at the back of Larry's neck.]

Yes.

[Maybe. Oh shit to even have that hand close to his cock at all. He lifts up more off of the seat. The old man's cock is hard and about close to dripping on the seat.]

I'm a tough piece of work.

[It's being said enough that it can't be the entire truth. He's not tough when it comes to the kid, making him happy and wanting to be pounded until the next 4th.]

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