whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Okay, Larry.

[A nod. His eyes are open again. Take advantage of this moment before he gets back to work, Newendyke.]

I'm Freddy.

[Pet pet to his dark hair. He swallows, cheeks flushed deeply. When his mouth goes back down Freddy arches his back. There's precum already. Look don't blame him, he's young.]

God, I'm gonna come, Larry.

[Oh man. Larry can taste a difference. Salty, tangy. These words together with his name really do rock his world. Any second now he'll wake up and find out he's been sleeping in class or something fucking stupid. How is this real?

Stroke, stroke, stroke. Suck, suck, suck. He's panting hard through his nose. This is hard work, but it'd be worth it for Freddy to at least look him in the eye after this.]

I'm ready. You can come.

[If his face weren't flushed with exertion it would be pretty fucking red for saying it like a tough guy. One long lick up his shaft and he's down for good doing his best hoover impression. His nose now and then tickles against hair on his crotch. Brown eyes are hooded and almost water feeling how far back that cock head is. Saliva is smeared over his mouth and dribbling on his chin. Messy as it is, it is absolutely full of heart.]

[Unfortunately he can't look the other kid in the eye right now because he's too busy writhing on the floor. Freddy's not kicking up dirt or anything but the way he twists and turns...well, it suggests a kid who's really really having a good time of it. His fingers twist tighter, holding Larry against him.]

Larry...

[He whines, one last stand before the younger boy is filling his mouth with his cum.]

[Ready still doesn't mean he was prepared to grasp what it felt like to have warm fluid up into his mouth and throat. He has Freddy in so deep that it's easier to just swallow as it, as he, comes. Clumsy and choppy like he finds a way to keep breathing in rushed spurts. There goes the worry of mess.

Don't cough. Don't choke.

Brown eyes are wide taking in every detail. Look at him fucking shaking. The way is hair is twisted between his fingers almost hurts. Not enough to stop. He can smell the kid's skin.

It all makes Larry work his hand harder to stroke himself. His own tight noise slips out from around that cock.]

[Huff. Puff. Huff. It was just a blowjob, but it's one of the most intense blowjobs he's ever experienced. Freddy swallows again, fingertips loosening up finally. Whoa what is that noise down there.]

.....You need a hand?

[Yep. He asks. He offers. Because...because he's pretty sure Larry swallowed him up whole.]

[Up and off. So much for being a tough guy because he coughs before another moan. He was going to take it all in and then spit it out, outside. That sounds more like something that'd be done in a dirty movie. The one's where no one has an crushes. It's about getting ass.

Larry's only ever seen one dirty picture with men in it. There's a lady too.

There's so much drool like he's a hungry dog. A horn dog. For the moment Larry doesn't care. He's got his head between a cute boy's thighs and his dick is so hard between his legs.]

Y-yeah.

[Now he's scrunching his eyes shut as he rests his head a second on Freddy's thigh.]

[It's his word of the moment:] Okay.

[Don't rest for too long, Lawrence Dimick, because Freddy here is working to push him back on his butt. Spread'em, tough guy. This smaller younger kid is working his legs open to straddle Larry. Then fingers wrap around his cut cock, it's a handsome normal looking cock really, just without a turtleneck. If there's going to be a mess, he wants it to be the older guy's cum on his belly, on his clothes, anything. Just on him.]

Oh Christ.

[It's so easy to put him in his place. Nothing to do with size. Larry's ass is against dirt. What does he care? Flappy freckled fingers are working him up and down to perfection. He's so stunned his own fingers don't come off yet.

He bites his lip to keep from saying anything incriminating. More. So good. Freddy, please.]

[He's hovering between looking in the man's eyes and dropping focus down to his jaw, his neck, his collar, his arms, his whole fucking body is gorgeous. Yet here he is paying worship only to his cock. It's too soon to kiss him ain't it? That might be crossing the line. Anyway, is it obvious the kid really knows how to use his hands? His jerks are moderate and deliberate, firm but not suffocating.]

Come on.

Fuck.

[Thin and desperate tone should say he's close. Larry keeps their hands stroking together. His lightly tanned, bigger body has a sheen of sweat. Being able to sit back and watch so to speak only means he has one more hand to use. Larry grips on Freddy's shoulder to keep him there, close.]

I'm gonna come.

[Hanging out for so long through a blow job, it's the best he can do. Besides, he's all slick with precum now.]

I want you to come, Larry.

[He utters softly, leaning so fucking close yet short of kissing because he's not sure if he's ready for that, if Larry's ready for that, if it's too romantic and sappy. Of course it is, that's how you talk about it when it's a girl, you stupid hypocrite.]

Freddy.

[A little louder now. Larry tilts his head forward. There's hardly any relief now that the pressure is so strong. The gliding motion of each stroke is one step closer each time. The guy's got a firm grip.

So close and head to head. He just leans forward enough for them to touch foreheads. A kiss would be nice... and then what?

Balls draw up and his body stiffens.]

Freddy.

[When the man says come, you should come. It slathers his bare thighs and their hands. All Larry knows is that it feels so fucking good.]

[So fucking close. Really fucking close. But just when he thinks about taking the plunge the other kid comes. It doesn't ruin the moment, per se, but it does redirect his attention to milking all the semen out of his balls like he's seen in those magazines. Like he's seen in a movie or two. Like he knows how to do when he's taking care of himself. It's so fucking warm and wonderful. It doesn't occur to Freddy until a moment later that he's held his breath for the last couple seconds.]

There...now we're even. Kinda.

[It's not the most charismatic thing to say or do as he draws his own fingers up to taste Larry's cum. The guy did just swallow his load, what negative reaction can he possibly have to Freddy here sampling his flavor?]

[Still not quite coherent. He gets what you mean, kid. See? He's nodding which ends up like a nuzzle. Dark brown hair brushing up against that paler blonde and some of his face. If he tried to talk it would be low moans. For a stroking a cock without a turtleneck, Freddy is a master. Every drop is milked right out of his balls. At eight teen, he'll be able to rebound soon. Larry can only dream that the next time he comes it'll be this good.]

Uh-uh huh. You don't owe me nothing.

[Blink. Blink. Did he just-? Woah man. Is it possible to start getting hard again already?]

It's--[huff puff puff a warning for the sort of strange taste was starting to form except focusing on his own spunk disappearing into that mouth really does undo him. Man, this was supposed to cut it all off. Now he's thinking about it more. There's no winning.]

[Wow. Nuzzling like that...that really does something to the kid. It makes his fucking heart drum. He licks his lips again.]

Wanna...w-wanna go again?

[Freddy asks like it's a fucking videogame or something but for him it's just easier that way, less awkward, less attached to other things they know but need not discuss. Like the fact that they're boys.]

Yeah.

[And to his own surprise he laughs a little and gives Freddy a hearty pat on the back. No sign of being pushed away. It's incredible.]

I wanna go again.

[His body is ready for it. Even after coming on down the way he had. The built up and tension is starting to climb. It could be the carefree air to it, like it is a game.]

C'mon closer.

[Messy handed and feeling more sure, he pulls Freddy closer so they're about groin to groin, face to face.]

[Oof. You got a heavy paw there, Dimick. Nevertheless he leans in as requested, closer, groin to groin, nose to nose. Whatever's left of his slushie has probably melted into a sweet juice. Kind of symbolic, that.]

What for?

[He wants to know, he wants Larry to show him.]

Watch.

[He swallows a few times then spits in his hand. Okay, then the other. There's some of his own load left there and so it'll work to grease them both up some. Larry scoots a few final inches together so they're cock to cock to rub. He's extra careful with Freddy, not sure of how foreskin works while he's soft other than it glides so easy up and down. Independently and then together. He bites his bottom lip in concentration and steals glances at Freddy's face to see how it's being received.

Larry thinks stroking the both of em together feels pretty fine. It takes both hands tough to keep them pressed firm enough to keep them tip to tip.]

Oh shit.

[His cheeks are already flushed so the subtle shift to even brighter likely goes unnoticed. Still, he is warming up again, and those paws on him, squeezing them cock to cock, is just the right thing to get him stiffening again. The feeling of it so goddamn much he reaches out to press his fingertips along Larry's arms, feeling his muscles contract. Fuck he's no big kid, this guy's a man.]

Uh huh.

[Fucking good. Intense even. Stroking together gets Larry hard in no time. Well. Also it's thinking about Freddy tasting some of his semen. And Freddy right here asking for more. That means that he's got to make this good. Real good.

Hips start to ease into the motion. Being gripped on keeps him solidly in the moment. He's a man who's trying to please this kid.]

Spit on em. Get em wet.

[Their dicks. Larry moves them just a bit so that they're parallel. That makes em easier to stroke and faster.

[Freddy here, enamored with Lawrence Dimick, enchanted by the sound of his voice, does exactly as he's told. Saliva coats them both, dripped from his pursed lips. It's not the cleanest drop in the bucket, that's for sure, but that's part of the arousal ain't it.]

There. I'm all...I'm all wet.

[Sorry, Freddy's been aching to say that despite clearly stating he's no girl. He's aching for Larry though, more and more by the fucking second.]

That's good.

[Sort of an orange-y tinge to it before it can't be recognizable.]

F-feels better wet. [Gulp. But he's no girl. God in heaven it feels amazing and he's no girl at all.] Right?

[Stroking and rubbing together now.]

Move just a little. Together like.

[With him if he can. It's a sort of hard motion to do still mostly seated.]

R-right...

[Swallow. There's something he wants to ask Lawrence Dimick but shyness takes over. How do you ask a guy something like this anyway? When is it considered moving too forward too fast? But fuck it, Newendyke, you're a teenager you're in highschool and you only live once.]

Have you ever--fucked a guy?

[Panting breathes ruffle the lightly colored hair closest to him.]

Huh?

[Larry stops and immediately regrets it. Fuck he aches so much. Okay. No stopping. Just slower.]

Me? [No. The mouse in your pocket. His eyes dip down to their two different cocks pushed up together. Own it. Man up. Look at you right now, Dimmy. His face fucking burns.] Yeah. Mostly.

[He's been up someone's ass and someone really did a number on him. Both in juvie. But Larry refuses to let that count. So much for trying to sound like he's not a cocksucking faggot.

Freddy asked if he wanted to go again. Was he being polite? Or does he just want his rocks off?]

[Oh shit what does that stopping mean? Immediately he regrets asking like maybe he's crossed the line and offended Lawrence Dimick. But when the guy finally answers...well. His own eyes are a subtle yet bright burn behind a curtain of blonde, like trying to obscure a sunset. You've come this far, Newendyke, you've always liked this boy. He might graduate, you might never see him again.]

Not me...

[Swallow.] Will you...will you fuck me?

But I ain't no madman.

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