whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

I couldn't decide. First I was thinking cowboys then I was debating on whether or not to go and rent 9 to 5.

[Freddy, your man may like Dolly Parton. This is back seat information.]

Sure sounds like if it weren't for the company it'd be a wasted night.

[He can see the thought process going. They will have to be creative about it. Larry moves slowly off of the bed.]

C'mon over. Let your head rest over the side.

[As if to dangle a sort of a treat for this bone craving dog, he strokes himself a few more times.]

[Okay that actually breaks the kid out of his trance. Really, Larry, really? Actually he believes it one hundred percent completely and boy is it endearing. His old man loves that stuff like his kid loves watching Batman. Maybe he can get Larry into Wonder Woman. Scratch that he's pretty fucking damn sure he can get Larry into Wonder Woman.]

Hey don't knock the company. They're good guys. We could've gone to some barnyard dive and it would've been the coolest fuckin' night.

[Eames and Stephen's bearded chins ought to be burning. Freddy vouches for them too while casually assuming the position Larry suggested. Floppy hair's falling back, his green eyes are staring up at the old man, at his old balls, at his old delicious dick. Sure is a treat.]

[Freddy can get him into a lotta things. In the time they've spent together he has a few comic book facts and recognizing factors for a few of the choice fellas.

Oh and Jonah Hex. Larry loves him some Jonah Hex.]

Who's knockin' who? I said the company made it worth it.

[He'll stop cock stroking and just cross his arms. Make him seem more indifferent to the situation that's laying itself out before him.]

Got anything else to say, pardner?

[One more big man stern stare before getting on back into the game. Tip of his cock against those lips.]

Bet they didn't show anybody swallowing this kind of a thing at your bar.

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[Won't ever get him into the LA Dodgers though which is okay because Larry won't ever get him into the Milwaukee Brewers. Into a Brewers cap maybe, but beyond that? It'll take goddamn kryptonite.]

Nuh uh.

[Freddy sounds against the tip of his cock. Lips purse, teasing him to push on forward. The way the kid's aligned on the bed he's expecting to feel it deeper in his throat than ever before so take it slow, old man. Look at him reaching back to put his working hand on Larry's thigh.]

Nobody but you has this thing.

[Come on.]

[They got other Brewers merchandise. The old man is sure that there must be bed sheets. What a surprise that would be? Or just maybe someone makes Milwaukee Brewers boxers, likely not briefs. Kryptonite wouldn't get taken off as fast as boxers like that.]

Flatterer.

[Since the kid says it all the time. Larry taps the tip of his cut cock against those lips before taking that open invite. He might be uptop but Freddy's got all the control. He is feeling for cues in that throat or the touch on his thigh.]

Yeah, baby. That's good.

[Even before breakfast.]

[Brewers sheets on Freddy's bed would mean Larry sleeping in any mess they make. If he had time to think about it and an inkling Larry would pull such a stunt to begin with he'd just as well gag the old man with a Dodgers shirt and get one of those customized boards to spank the team logo right into his ass. Seriously, don't mess with baseball unless you want to play hardball.]

Mmff...

[That's a muffled sound of satisfaction in being able to take this big man's dick. The way he's positioned has him salivating even more, working whatever Freddy's got all over Larry. Easy does it, slow and steady first. His throat is already opened up. Fingertips press into White's hip, carefully guiding him in until Orange's nose is brushing against his balls.]

[The element of surprise would make it all worth it. The old man could be diplomatic and just get pillows. The loser of whatever wager will have something to grip onto or bite as the winner does what they will. A team paddle, now that's just clever exactly what is expected of this fox faced fiend.]

Damn, cowboy.

[Got him right on down to the balls. Larry keeps his legs spread wide enough. He reaches on over to pet his chest.]

Taking that cock one way or the other.

[This is his man. No spell of a black magic woman is needed these days to bring them together.]

[There's a slight not of appreciation for that remark. Damn cowboy is damn right. Look at him take this fucking cock like a trooper. They're both just very lucky Freddy enjoys this kind of thing. It's exactly what he had in mind even though he couldn't dare voice it to his company. Some things you just don't share with friends you're not fucking. At least with Larry it would be no thing to watch then reach over into his pants. The kid curves his back like doing so might feed more of his skin into that paw.]

[On one hand, Dimick does envy the easy comradeship that Freddy has found for himself in other men with the same tastes. They all can go out for drinks and do whatever they feel like. On the other, every sort of a man is on a different level of comfort and taste. Some do Scott's and some need something more. Freddy needs more. He's had the most of his early life stealing looks and notions. He should go on out with friends.

Old man, you could stand to take a page from the kid's book. Except there is that factor that he has killed friends of his. Whoops. That's all pretty far from his head. Right now he has a willing and warm throat at his disposal.]

I could take a great picture of this.

[Thumbs monopolize one nipple each going in circles. A careful tilt of his hips now to test just what the kid wants done to his mouth.]

[Larry has friends in the city too, doesn't he? Lucky and the other guys from work. Arthur in some way. It's not something Freddy likes talking about not just because he would never want to imply a rambling man doesn't have fellas like a regular guy but because he's the reason Larry gunned down one of his closest. Fuck if that ever has to come up. Right now the only things coming up are his nipples and the uncut cock between his legs and a nose for some air. There's a soft rumbling sound when Freddy breathes in through his nose and mouth. Then his lips tighten again just in time for those tilting hips. At this rate White could do anything to him including suddenly kill him to avenge Joe. But they're beyond that now, aren't they?]

[Far, far beyond in the stratosphere. Sometimes the distance makes Larry feel like all that blood shed and violence was nothing but an entry fee. It is true they wouldn't be where they are without all that. There is lingering guilt that may never leave.

Arthur has the sort of face that leads the old man to believe that there is a kindred soul in there. Somehow. And Lucky dollars to donuts would have his back in a flash. No, the old bear isn't lonely. It is all so different than what he used to know. He didn't use to have a life in one place. He didn't use to have a deep and crazy love for a fella that is a cop. What on earth did he have before then anyway?]

Lemme fuck that mouth, Freddy.

[Rubbing harder at his chest until there's enough nipple erect to pull and twist. He can't reach Freddy's cock from here. The kid has more than enough earned his right to reciprocate. Never mind what happened in the shooting range.

The words they shared on the baseball diamond about who was giving up the most still sticks with him. Gotta make it more than worth it for the man. Two friends down and he knows he has made the right choice.

Thighs are tense.]

[Oh shit those fingers pulling at him drive him fucking nuts.] Nnghh...

[Because his mouth is occupied he can't say 'Okay.' but Freddy can nod. Nod and then let go of Larry's hip, letting the old man take the wheel. He trusts him to steer appropriately, to look out for this kid because he's got only one regularly working arm. That arm is reaching between his own legs now to stroke himself as if he's been left no choice. Fat fucking chance, Larry knows Freddy loves it. This is what he wants to see play out of a goddamn bar. Does it make him a pervert?]

Oh fuck.

[Into motion gentle and dead set on what he wants. The trusts the kid not to rush to finish himself off.]

Mmmm.

[Now he's licking his lips like a greedy, hungry bear. Eyes are on his hand and then flicking to his mouth. Hips are set in a controlled pace. Don't worry, Freddy. It's enough to be proud of.]

Bet you like that, huh? Huh?

[Panting as he may be, the old man is just getting started. If Freddy is considered a pervert for his desire to see more... then Larry is on the same level if not worse. It would be like watching one of Freddy's videos live. That's all.]

[His hand is moving at a steady pace, nothing too fast, nothing too slow. It's the need to have something there, a tightness around his own cock while he's got an even bigger one plowing his face. It's making his ass ache too. Is this the part where if it was at one of those dirtier clubs they'd toss a coin to decide who gets to wrap up and feed the cockslut's other end? Do they even do that at clubs? Of course they do, Newendyke, you've seen it done to women. He only wishes he's seen it done to men with his own caramel apple eyes.

Aw fuck the sound that comes out of him now is close to a deep aching sigh. Yes sir, he likes that, sir. Freddy fucking loves it.]

[Balls deep he grinds just a little and moans. It feels that good but also he knows the kid loves it like that.]

This all you want, baby? Huh?

[Once again he is smoothing rough paws over his chest like he was testing the surface of a freshly waxed car. Slowly now he pulls out of the man's mouth. Not yet waiting for a reply, he kneels and fixes his mouth where his cock was.]

[Is it? It could suffice for the morning but after a night of not getting the sex show he was secretly hoping might happen before his own eyes maybe Larry's just the guy to make up for it. Scratch that, not make up for it because he had a good night with the boys. Larry's just the guy to give him his fix until they can find their own little Tijuana show.]

Shit--

[Oops a little saliva falls this way and that. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand only to then thread his fingers into White's hair, mouths meeting in a kiss.]

Lay down, Larry. Let me sit on it.

[Did Freddy want to see a flesh fest with the boys? Would it have been more enjoyable? Huh. Larry is licking up whatever saliva might have slipped over his lips before pulling back.]

Okay man.

[That one word willing submission that means so damn much. He's on the bed again. Laying flat now sort of like Freddy had. It only makes is flag pole more apparent sticking upright and gleaming with spit.]

Sit on my cock.

[It's not that a flesh fest was his goal, just that it was something he sort of hoped to see with all those bulges bulging about. Yep. Ahem, this kid's tongue flicks out to meet the old man's in kind. Then with that one word of willing submission Freddy's rolling onto his good should to get up. Up on his knees, up to crawl his way over to the prominent flag pole. Look at it fucking shining with his spit. Yeah right, Lawrence Dimick, as if he's gonna put his ass on it without some real lube. This ain't the fucking desert no more.]

I'll sit on it when you're ready.

[Freddy fires back with all the harshness of a plush velvety fox. No attitude here, just wiseassery. Even one-armed Orange manages to pop the cap off the lube and squeeze a reasonable amount out. Rub rub rub all over Larry's cock. Sit on that, Dimick.]

Now? [The kid assumes the position. It's his turn to tease.]

[Could it have been hanging about with Larry in his leopard piece got him the idea that they pop out of those things so easily? He won't bring that up. That's a day best forgotten.]

Am I ready yet?

[Arm behind his head like he's about ready for a nap. Look at this skilled motherfucker here uncapping and putting on the lube one handed. Loading a gun one handed is a cakewalk now too. While he's rubbing on him the old man makes some obvious hip movements up on into that hand.]

Now sounds good to me.

[Hands go up onto his hips to help.]

[Honestly it was probably his own libido giving him the idea they pop out like that because that's exactly what would happen if he ran a place of such repute. Good thing Freddy isn't a club owner. And fff look at Lawrence Dimick acting like he could be lullabied away.]

Don't pass out on me.

[The kid quips because he can. Laughter was and will always be his favorite medicine. Those paws on his hips help Freddy to sink right on down over his cock. The instant swell of being filled has an obvious reaction on his face; all super good.]

[Say. That would be a way for them to make a living. Running a club, a private out of the way sort of a place. Pencil that one down for another rock and roll fantasy as kings of debauchery filled kingdom after dark.]

I think you woke me up.

[Eyes flick from Freddy's face to watching what he can of himself get taken up into his ass.]

Bet they didn't have this kind of dancing at Scott's.

[Dancing he says. His own face is playing out all of the tension and relief of coming together. That is super cool.]

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They would've...if I was running the show.

[He punctuates this with another low stretched out groan reflecting the way his own body fits around Lawrence Dimick. Just a little more and he's balls deep in Freddy Newendyke. Again. Green eyes half-lid as if he's just taken a hit of the best drug there is on the market.]

That's good, man. [Grinding first, to really get Larry up in him.]

I think I'd wanna see that.

[Breathe. Breathe now. Great to see the cowboy ride up top. He's got no tits to bounce but his hair moves and damn he can watch the rest of his body ripple. Like a true addict, he feels so much better with his fix. Here they go again enabling one another.]

You got good ideas.

[He decides to pitch in with the grinding motion.]

Would there be cameras? Big screens showing all the action?

[Watch his body move and flex because Larry's not the only one who tightened up after a tour in the desert. Freddy's looking a little more defined although admittedly not quite as jacked as certain others. Not that it matters much, the kid knows how to use his body at whatever state it's in and right now it's in a state of sheer fucking satisfaction.]

Uhhh. Fuck.

[That pitch rocks him forward a little, enough to rock back and turn grinding into shallow thrusts. For now.] Uh huh. Enough for a taste, you know? No close up shit though, can't give everything away.

[Boy did he. Makes the old man wanna oil him up or something, get him real slick everywhere. Thanks to Colossus even if the old man is down, he's not out. Seeing as Freddy's just raring to go right out with the sunrise he better watch himself.]

Just enough to get the idea, to wanna be involved.

[Shallow? There's an extended, happily exasperated sigh.]

Except. [Huff.] Only one at a time. [There's a solid, swift smack to his ass.]

But I ain't no madman.

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