whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

You wanna use me, huh? That what you're sayin'? Use me to cum?

[Freddy huffs out. It's easier to mouth off when he's not on the verge of unloading. Yet. Paws on his hips don't go unnoticed either, especially when they're pulling on him now like a foot easing onto the accelerator. Very well then, time for an ace. Freddy shifts back down to both knees and leans forward until they're chest to chest. With his knees spread like this his ass is far down over the length of his dick. Wiry freckled arms reach back to spread his own cheeks and he definitely doesn't need a mirror to know how filthy he looks, readying his body to be fucked. With a tilt of his head he manages to lock gazes with warm brown eyes.]

Do it.

[It's like a green light for Lawrence Dimick to do his worst. If pictures were worth a thousand words this one would simply say here lies Freddy Newendyke, eager to get pumped up like an empty tank.]

[Spread wide and still he's asking? Come on, Larry. How can you possibly turn this man away for anything?]

Damn right. Fuck your ass raw.

[With his cock until he can't, with his fingers or---oh shit. Colossus is here some place. If they need any help at all. Thick, strong Dimick arms wrap around Freddy. No warning at all. He springs right on to it. There's hardly a second between hits. Maybe slapping Freddy's rear readied him for the frequent motion that is no doubt going to make him a little on the red side.]

[Readied or not doesn't really matter anymore once the old man starts pounding him fucking silly. Any red outline his paw might have made just gets blurred out by the redness spreading from each impact. And goddamn does it feel great.]

Fuck--Larry.

[His breaths, his words, they're all broken up by the beating to his ass. The kid's own cock is wedged between their bodies, too difficult to stroke on it but he doesn't need to anyway. It's already wet again even though it's not as obvious as before. An orgasm's still an orgasm, wet or dry, and he's getting very close again. Being wrapped up in his arms like this, how could he not come again. And again.]

[Larry pulls on back farther nearly slipping out before pressing on in again. He does this a few times to pace himself. Only a few. Falling out would stop the pace. He can feel his own precum roll down his shaft. Not long at all.]

I'm gonna cum.

[That could all be one word. Slamming again and again. No stopping now. Breeding and seeding like a committed couple of deviant faggots.]

Freddy.

[Even though he knows it's coming it still grabs him by surprise. Larry guns upward and raggedly keeps on thrusting as he unloads.]

[Those particular moves, nearly pulling out only to shove back in deep, evoke long stretched moans from the kid. One after the fucking other. His face is read again and his mouth is open probably leaving a trace of saliva on Larry's chest.]

Come in me, man.

[Freddy groans, almost begging until he can feel Larry unloading. It's a hot warm sensation coupled with that rapid fucking making his ass pleasantly sore. His own orgasm rides upward and onward with his, hardly a dump of cum like the first but still making his cock sticky between them.]

Gimme everything, baby.

Uh huh.

[Gulp. That makes two of them practically drooling. While he knows he's hard the old man keeps on moving, milking himself and Freddy. Oh, did he like those almost pull outs? He tries a few more, the better to really stuff Larry's semen deep and evenly.]

Oh yeah, baby. All of it's yours.

[Stickiness between them is an added bonus.]

Open up.

[Because he wants to share a taste of Freddy's own spunk with the kid. First swipe at his mouth, the rest is offered up on his fingertips.]

[No one else's not even after they'd supposedly parted ways. Damn.] All fuckin' mine.....

[Nearing exhaustion like he is Freddy still manages to grunt and rock with each thrust. He can't quite hold onto his own ass anymore so it's good Larry decides to feed him a taste of himself. The kiss he meets deeply, tongue twisting with the old man's. Those fingers? Freddy puts not one, not two, but three into his mouth to suckle on them. All the while his green eyes keep locked onto his brown ones just like his ass stays firmly on his dick.]

[And still. And still. After shocks of orgasm and words like those have him flying.]

Fucking beautiful man.

[He kisses his face along the jaw while he's cleaning his fingers. Damn there is no one and nothing like Freddy Newendyke.]

Want me to clean you up, Freddy?

[Belly and below. That is after he has had his complete fill of his cock. No rush at all. Larry is happily held like he is this man's appendage.]

[Eyebrows lift up and down as his tongue slips between Larry's thick fingers as if to say you know it, man. Not that Freddy's a bragging narcissistic sort but when he's doing something like this after being fucked raw, and still mounted on his dick, well the truth is the truth is the truth. He better be fucking gorgeous to Lawrence Dimick.]

Okay, Larry.

[He says in that characteristic tone blurring the line between soft submission and filthy fawning. The noise the kid makes when he slowly and achingly lifts his ass from the old man is a crowd pleaser.]

Shit...what a fuckin' mess. [He remarks based on the sticky feeling alone. It's a mess Larry gets to deal with, heh.]

[Sticky fingers thread into Freddy's hair. Oh shit what a noise.]

I got it.

[The mess he means. Better get to work. He places Freddy on his side and starts with his mouth. It is obviously the smallest place to be "cleaned" still he uses his tongue on his lower lip.]

Pretty baby.

[To anyone outside of this room it would be considered a strange phrase to murmur into a fella's chest. Larry does it gladly as he collects the farthest smears of cum before trailing still downward. Stomach first, he thinks.]

[The mess made in his hair is fine by Freddy Newendyke. Right on his side, the good shoulder though the other one's doing better these days, he wastes no time in returning the kiss. It still holds a trace of his own flavor above a trace of Chesterfield. Christ he missed that too. Now Freddy takes his own cue to relax, lashes sliding lower to appear almost shut as Larry laps away.]

Good boy.

[Tit for tat, seeing as how Mr. White is no boy no more, however he is pleasing the kid just like one should.]

[Two loads worth on Freddy's belly and thighs. Well, the rest is on Larry but he can't clean that. This close he can hear and feel the kid breathe. He takes those words to mean he's a good boy like a dog.]

Is this all you want? There's more.

[To give, to get. The tip of his tongue is on Freddy's cock for only a moment before turning him over onto his now "clean" stomach. Right for the most wrecked place without any hesitation at all. No other man was here after him.]

[And a trustworthy reliable dog he is too.]

Eat me out, man.

[Freddy breathes like his skin is shivering from the cold but it's really just the comedown. He rolls right onto his stomach without argument, ass presented halfway up so he can angle his face and bury it into the pillow that still smells like Mr. White's hair. It feels so right this way, so comfortable and real, real enough to lull the kid into sleep.]

[In order to keep his reasonably trim body, the old man decides to walk to City Solutions. He won't go in though. Another glance at his watch as he leans on a lamp post. It should be any moment now that the kid will be done for the day. Maybe they could spend some time together.]

[Out comes Freddy Newedyke. All the while he's been thinking about spending time with Lawrence Dimick too, to do that thing they ended up not doing last night because they were too busy fucking. Yeah real good going there, Newendyke. He's so wrapped up in what he ought to say to Larry, how to explain his true feelings, that Freddy actually doesn't notice the old man just yet when he leaves the building. He's already pausing to light a cigarette--oh fuck. There he is. Right off guard.]

Hey.

[At least he manages to catch his cigarette in time.]

Hey.

[Lighting up? He provides a lighter with ease. Flickity flick.]

Rough day?

[Or maybe they don't allow any one to smoke indoors. Touchy people like that are such a puzzle to the old man. Except he didn't come to exchange pleasantries. He could feel that there was so much more to say. Good or bad, they did wake and get ready. It was like a small slice of what used to be.]

[Puff puff. See the surprise on his face.]

Naw, just tired, you know? A little sore.

[Yeah he said it. So what of it. All of it's the truth. Ain't no shame in it. Except for the part where they haven't exactly talked about it.]

I can relate.

[To both being tired and sore. After a night like that he's lucky that's all he can feel where sensations are concerned. Emotionally? Well. They should share words.]

You heading anywhere?

[Better see first.]

Naw. [His answer is a force of habit. Freddy quickly shakes his head.] I mean...

[He was thinking of giving the old man a call. Funny how Larry shows up first. The kid doesn't finish explaining what he means.] What about you?

No. Nowhere, really.

[He already had his smoke before hand. So he is content to put his hands in his pockets.]

I thought I'd see you for awhile.

[For as long as he can.]

[Puff puff. Puff. Freddy looks at Larry a moment then nods, green eyes averting in one direction.]

You wanna come back to where I'm stayin'?

[Note, not my place because his place is at the apartment.] I got stuff there...

[It's not a suggestion to move back, just the only excuse he can think of to take Larry to it.]

Sure, kid.

[Where he has been staying. Like a hotel or motel. The difference is audible. See, Dimick. You both are two peas of the same pod.]

Anything new?

[Honest question for his possessions but he is free to answer even if it could be about the ketchup packets in the lunch room.]

I got this thing called baconnaise. It's exactly what it sounds like.

[Freddy answers with some classic ~~scientific~~ enthusiasm.]

Bacon mayonnaise?

[Brown eyes squint because it could easily be bullshit. Except the simple statement without a story isn't the Newendyke way.]

How does it taste?

[Strollin', talkin'.]

Uh huh.

[Hands flap to gesture the affirmative but then he has to give Larry a look.]

What do you think it tastes like?

[LIKE MAGIC. It's made all his non-rib eye dinners better.]

But I ain't no madman.

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