orangetoughguy | log post II

Would you catch it again?

[With this motherfucker right beside you? Larry puts his feet up and loosens his tie. That's a weird line of questioning, kid.]

I'm a little tired from the whole day. Not worn out and certainly not broke.

So what you didn't have fun? Not up to your standards? Tell me all about it.

[Freddy turns in his seat to face Larry next to him. He's on all fours now but it looks nothing like what he did the other night. He may or may not maul him right then and there. Who knows. These green eyes aren't telling. The toucan's giving him a beady look too.]

Well...

[Don't. Smile. Larry. He rubs the side of his mouth with his thumb and tilts it to one side to distort any beginning of a grin.]

Not as different as a titty bar, the crowd sure's different. Felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. So uh...wasn't no walk in the park. But uh I wasn't rushing off to the John or nothing.

[Brown eyes set on him, on all fours could be predatory.]

[Don't think he can't detect a smile wanting to pop up.]

What the women weren't all over you because you weren't asking for tips?

[See Freddy knows the difference between a male nudie bar for girls and a male nudie bar for boys. The former presents the biggest pool of candidates within Lawrence Dimick's known interests. Freddy knows that too.]

Anybody treat you to a lap dance?

Women weren't all over me because I was there with another woman...and all the other men folk were greased up, in the buff and moving like Mexican jumping beans.

[Also they were younger on average. This one guy looked like he might have had a few more years on him. All the flashing lights it's hard to tell.

...is this question a test? Larry tilts his head to one side in a manner that Sam usually does for a good stare down.]

No, sir.

[Freddy stares at Larry as only a toucan can. Hrm. He wouldn't lie to him, not over something trivial like this. Though he smells like a strip club he doesn't smell like he's been stripped. Now the question is...why?]

I find that hard to believe.

[The women or the men not being all over him? Both. Who wouldn't want to get their hands on one Larry Dimick? Maybe Freddy's just past the phase where twenty-somethings cringe at the thought of forty-pluses (unless said forty-plus gent has lots of money and decent good looks). Huh, in Freddy's opinion Larry satisfies both criteria. So why not? Very curious indeed. Oh wait, maybe this is a word game.]

Did you get one for free? [It's all in the details. He's crawling over the old man's lap now.] Just a little bumping and grinding?

[Uh oh. It wasn't a complete lie but it's too fucking late now. Too fucking late. Larry licks his lips.]

Angie got one. And uh the fella dipped over my way for awhile. Not a whole song.

[That's a yes, Freddy. He swallows and now gets to look up at the man perched on him.]

[Now these eyes are narrowing again.]

Tricky. Real tricky. Did you think I wasn't gonna get the truth out of you? [He's a cop you know.] Sam.

[Talk about authoritative, or maybe the beak and the buzzard already worked out a plan but hop hop and in the toucan goes, tucked up cozy in his cage. Freddy meanwhile starts moving his hips to a silent rhythm...with Stallone still punishing ass in the background.]

So what'd he do to you? [Anything like what the kid's doing now?]

Oh shit. [The physical response is almost automatic. All that visual stimulation and tension, playing the cool guy and not getting wound up....]

C'mon now, baby. Not much to talk about.

[Again he licks his lips and wonders if he's gonna be allowed to lay hands on the kid.]

Just...rubbing up on me and [the um is a groan] really working his whole body into the motion. He kept lookin' at me.

[Like he knew something.]

We got shit to talk about.

[Accusations like "You went without me." and "You didn't even invite me." could fly around here but Freddy doesn't want to be a jealous girlfriend--er, guy, however he doesn't want to let Larry off the hook so easily either. The old man should already know why the kid might feel overlooked or whatever it is he's trying to express by grinding on his lap. Yep. Stellar communication here Newendyke.]

Yeah? How? Was he better lookin'? ["Than me."] The kind of beefed up body who fucks housewives and office girls and maybe a little cock on the side.

[Remember the rules, Lawrence Dimick, you're not supposed to put your hands on the dancer.]

I'm sorry.

[And he means it. Desperate little pants are pushing upward, maybe brushing Freddy's face.]

It wasn't an easy decision.

[But he made it any way with zero conversation. Great job, Dimick.]

Muscled, flexible and moved somethin' like a snake. He was all tanned and had a big forehead.

[No hands? Not even to sit flat and chaste on his thighs?]

He shaved. [Everywhere the eye could see.]

Sorry huh?

[Does his panting smell like booze? At least the old man isn't drunk so that counts for something. Doesn't mean the kid's gonna stop with the movement, not even after the apology he knows is sincere. Larry's so fucking good to him. He climbs off his lap only to turn so his back is to him. Off goes his own shirt and then he's crouching dangerously close, his ass right where it should be if he wanted to sit on Larry's dick.]

Is that what you like, a smooth guy? [Unlike this freckled kid who's smooth only in some places.] Was he younger? Foreign?

[Off goes his belt.]

Real sorry.

[And getting sorrier that this has to prolong. The kid is too good at dragging the old man along.

There's booze on his breath and cocktail food in his stomach. Larry's wondering if he should fork over his whole wallet. Maybe that'll be better.]

No. [Eyes on his back, on his ass.] That's for women. [The old man likes a hard body unless that hard body wants to be a woman.]

Younger, brown eyes. I couldn't hear too well the place was so loud. Maybe he had an accent. All he told me was to relax and that it's not so bad.

[Right away he spins around to bring a foot up dangerously close to those balls. Freddy leans in to snatch Larry by his tie, both ends in his grasp to pull the man closer too. Snake-like yeah? Well, maybe more like a mongoose or something.]

How much younger.

[Hard to tell if Orange is just messing around or being serious huh?]

[Please don't crush his balls. Please don't crush his balls. He tries to clear his throat and act like it's nothing. Larry's not that good of an actor when his vitals are threatened.]

A few years. Looked about twenty.

[Meaning he could have been eighteen or seventeen for all the old man knew...but Larry figured twenty had to be the number to be there.]

Twenty. Twenty ain't even old enough to drink the shit they serve there.

[Off goes the foot. Them vitals are clear. Meanwhile though he's slipping this tie from Larry's neck to drape it over his own.]

Did you think about what you'd wanna do to him if you could? Be honest.

[Could be a trick question though his fingers are already working Larry's shirt open.]

I know. It was weird. The must have lax hiring criteria. Or maybe he needed the job real bad.

[Blah blah blah, sweet Jesus he's so relieved. His paw rubs over his forehead, there's sweat there.]

Grab him, throw him over my shoulder then bring him on home to you.

That small huh? Probably real tight if he's working at a ladies nudie bar.

[That's how they start before becoming cocksuckers for life. Larry might know a thing or two about that. He's looking down at the old man, considering what he should do about the whole thing. On one hand he can't blame him, circumstances and all, on the other hand the son of a bitch could have done something more than go off and tell him he'll be back later. Fff, throw him over his shoulder he says.]

Did you want to see him blow me, give each other a little sixty-nine before you choose who to fuck first, or did you want to see me pound the shit outta him?

Real skinny.

[And small.]

I dunno about the rest.

[Because he didn't check. Hands off, like they should be. Larry's trying to keep still and behave. He could pick up Freddy if he wanted to. Now wouldn't be a good time. There's something lighting his eyes that way.]

I wanted to have him blow you while I fuck you...or maybe you'd fuck him and I'd fuck you. Either way sharing was on my mind. Wished you were there.

[And he's not saying that because the kid might want to hear it.]

[Just hearing Larry talk about it makes his skin shiver....hey Newendyke you're supposed to be mad or at least stubborn or...something. Yeah. Also really don't pick him up, not right now, maybe not ever (that's a lie, he'd blow a load for getting hoisted over the old man's shoulder and carried to get his brains fucked out).]

Right. You were thinking about us the whole fuckin' time.

[He probably was, this sweet Mr. White, a real gentleman to think of him while still keeping a lady happy. A real gentleman to sit around while a young guy shakes his ass in his face and the ladies on the floor are dying for a piece of man. A real gentleman to remember this kid's been entertaining the idea of a party. Well, they won't be having that kind of party tonight.] Sit tight, Larry.

[See this tie? It's going around those bright brown eyes now.]

[If it were the two of them... could the two of them ever go in a City like this? Even if it was a joint they don't go to, even if they don't leave their names? That's a lot of ifs.]

I sure was thinking about you.

[Thinking about how strange it was to be that stimulated and have to fight it after having an outlet for so long.]

Freddy--?

[He doesn't shake the tie away but he tilts his head a bit trying to see if the kid is mad mad before he can't see anything..]

Don't peek, asshole.

[He pulls the fabric over wide enough to cover his sight. Seriously Lawrence Dimick where's the fun in knowing. Of course once the kid is out of sight he grins like a goddamn fox in a chicken coop. That's his old man, such a fucking gent and exercising will power like a professional, not that Freddy's a prude or anything. There's just some silent unspoken agreement at least they ask before they touch, right? Pretty fair. So is what Freddy's doing to him now fair? Eh.]

Get up.

[There's that commanding tone again, bordering the sort of voice you use on a perp before bending them over the side of a car. Larry's got experience with that, he can probably hear the subtle difference between poison and play, uh...right? Freddy hopes so, he's already working on removing the man's shirt and blazer. Rambo's still gunning in the background.]

[That voice cuts through the dark and the gunfire.]

Okay.

[Up he goes, with his shirt undone. The stiff one in his pants is noticeable by now. That's all this fox faced kid's fault, even with that pissed off tone he's taken up.]

You want me to do somethin'?

[If he were walking then he could at least grope to find out where the man is.]

No. Just stand there. Don't even touch yourself.

[Nope the erection didn't go unnoticed. He tosses the shirt and jacket aside, everything else but his damn pants. Those are staying on for now. Then Freddy shuts the movie off and steps back to just watch the man in silence.

Wouldn't it be hilarious if he stripped Larry down, turned everything off, slowly but surely, then left for a drink with the toucan? Freddy considers the potential cruelty he could inflict upon Larry. Aw just seeing the bear standing there not really knowing what to do melts him though.]

I oughta leave you with blue balls you know.

[Click. That's Freddy lighting a cigarette. Also have a hand on said balls, Lawrence Dimick.]

[The quiet buzzes in his ears. What'll happen next? He does think about what it would be like to be lift like this then burdened with the decision of whether or not to do something about it. A head turn one way and then another way. Nothing he can sense so far.

Ah. There's the smell of Marlboros.]

Don't.

[Larry sucks in a breath as his very neglected balls finally get attention.]

You wouldn't go an leave me like this, would you?

[Hips tilt right into that hand.]

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