whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[How about a gambling drinking young adult between them? That's what you can do at 21 right? Freddy's counting the years because come next spring it'll be 22 and he knows the truth of his age now. You don't just forget something like that, but it doesn't bother him (most of the time).]

What should I do to you on my big day, huh?

[The kid asks after getting the old man stripped down to nothing but his skin on the rug. Freckled hands settle on his darker ones too, holding onto them so he can grind around Larry's lap.]

[Time keeps on a-rolling in its way. Fuck. Can Larry handle getting older? Maybe that's the better question to ask.]

When you put it that way, I shoulda packed the crossbar.

[Have a counter force to grind with. Larry tilts his head back and is admiring the view from below.]

Gonna fuck me like the grown montherfucker you are? Show me what that jungle bunny taught you?

[Those smaller hands are still deceptively strong. He pulls Larry's paws away from his thighs to pin them over the old man's head. Okay so part of this requires Larry actually letting him move his arms but details details. Caramel green eyes are looking down at him, rocking and grinding with equal enthusiasm.]

Who's calling the shots here--[Did he really just say jungle bunny...in that case Freddy can't help but snort. Snort then laugh. He said 'jungle bunny'...what an old fashioned son of a bitch.] Do you think you can stay hard if I fuck you first?

[Thoughtfully, arms resting on his chest now. He's playing up the part, could 'take it or leave it' which is far from the truth.] Cause I want you up my ass but not if you're gonna mouth off.

[Pinned he is, those arms aren't going to go anywheres. And why would he? Feels so fucking fine. The way they're rubbing on one another it's like they're trying to make fire.]

Y'might be callin' the shots for now. [Huff. Go on and laugh at him kid. He doesn't give a fuck. Not at all.] Think I could manage.

[Hopefully. The prospect of trying at all makes him want to fill the order. Cool, indifferent talk isn't that solid at the moment. He grins in shameless guilt. Sounds like incentive to mouth off.]

C'mon. You know what the fuck you're doin' tough guy on my dick or in my mouth. We only got one night in this place.

You got a point but I'm not gonna make quick work of you. That'd be way too fuckin' easy.

[He's scooting down on Lawrence Dimick, down until he can part those thick knees and put his hands on his dick, his balls. The whole package really.]

I won't hold it against you if you don't last, baby.

[That is a challenge declared for Mr. White. Freddy's counting on his fighting spirit to make it happen. But first, this mouth goes right down on his shaft.]

[All kinds of self coaching going into being cool, calm and collected fly out the window when those flappy hands get on him.]

I can.

[Oh no. Oh yes. Paws go right on into his hair. Just them in the cabin so he freely lets out a moan.]

Louder.

[Of course part of being louder depends on how well Freddy treats him so that tongue wraps around the tip, lips tightening as he concentrates here first, then takes Lawrence Dimick all the way in. These green eyes are watching, trying to drink up every single reaction. Also, his fingers are rolling over what saliva trails downward, the better to wet the old man's entrance.]

Oh fuck.

[There he goes now. If it is louder he wants. Thick legs splay. Don't make him beg, kid. Isn't that enough? Those green eyes feel like spotlights. Fists full of hair want to pull.]

[He can pull if he wants but that means he'll just wait on pushing his fingers into Larry's body. Is that what you want, old man? Look he's already licking two of them up and down so thoroughly with his mouth still on his thick cock. Yeah this kid's mouth is pretty talented. There we go, two fingertips are pressing against his asshole.]

Yes? No?

[Happy Birthday to Freddy Newendyke. He wants to hear Larry ask for it.]

[This man isn't all that flexible, legs still go wider.]

Come on. [Pressing isn't in though, and it certainly isn't the kid's dick. His own is really making it difficult to adhere to that whole sticking it through deal he was intent on. Fingers and the old man's dick in his mouth are a sight to see.] Get me ready for your cock.

[Is that it? Huff.]

Fill me up, man.

[Much better. With a smile this kid eases both fingers into the old man at the same time. He knows Larry can take it, hell he knows from experience. No need to be delicate with him, Freddy's cock is no third leg anyway. Now his mouth goes back to hooding over the tip of his cock.]

Mm...

[He sounds on Larry, in him. Fingers hook to press against his prostate just right.]

[Clutching with both hands he holds the kid right there. Fuck don't thrust. Don't thrust. Hips twitch with the strain. No one needs any delicate treatment here. It's a courtesy. One leg hooks on around him like it'll anchor him there.

The firelight illuminates the room naturally. There's also a glare off of the window glass and shadows cast on the floor. Belatedly Larry realizes that they're enacting some Bond scene. No Pussy Galore invited.

Each new touch at his prostate is like a warp speed to the stars. Just another day in the life of the man who gets to sleep with Freddy Newendyke. He might be still learning new tricks but all of the old ones are good favorites of the old man.]

[Freddy considers that leg hooked around him as a sign of victory. Larry's resolve is crumbling away, crumbling so fast the kid could almost forget about riding the old man's dick after fucking him. Whatever works. It's his birthday, Larry came clean about the weekend, they're in a cabin in front of a fireplace on a fucking fur rug with champagne to the side. He's going to be satisfied either way.]

Turn over, Larry. Let me see your ass.

[Fingers out, mouth off. He's not getting treatment again until he does as he's told. That's just the way it goes. Bond never had it so fucking good.]

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[He truly had no intention of giving in, not at first. Then they had that talk, and the anxiety set on in. Freddy is a wonderful person as he is, he could do better than the old man. Chances are if this thing they got ends, there'll be a good and honest man in his life. If.

Would it be so bad to finish with Freddy coming in his ass? Nope. No longer filled or filling he moans. Hips tilt, but with a command like that.

Huff. The old man sits up and pulls on Freddy's hair to give him a kiss.]

You haven't seen it enough?

[A little cheek. Giving up never feels as good as it does right now. Soft brown blonde hair slips on through his fingers as he gets on all fours.]

[Mmm. That pull to his hair gets him feeling harder as their mouths meet.] Nope.

[And for that cheek he gives the old man's rear a hard smack. Both hands settle on his hips to grip them and pull back. More grinding though it's a far cry from being inside him.]

You're really asking for it. I thought it was my big day.

[Plenty of tongue in there, no matter where that mouth has been. He flexes at that smack. Dig that?]

It is. Fuck, y'don't think I can take it? Maybe we [gulp trying not to sound off like one of the hundreds(?) of Freddy's movies] should be worried about you.

[Last time, his third time, he got off pretty well with a little refresher on what it's like to be up inside his old man. Then again, blowing it twice before...]

I ain't your pillow. [Or whatever he did before the magic of his own fist.] Come on.

Ain't nobody gotta worry about me.

[More grinding followed by another hard smack of palm to rear. Larry set this up so there's got to be lube somewhere, if not an actual bottle then one of those single packets they carry like a fucking sleaze and his condom. Heh. There we go. Freddy takes his time letting it warm closer to the fire.]

I don't want you freezing up.

[Freddy explains before opening it and applying it liberally...to his own dick. The old man doesn't need anymore on his ring, right? And anyway it's always best to keep it a tight fit, since it's the only ring Freddy Newendyke wears for Lawrence Dimick. Now he presses the tip of his cock against Mr. White.]

How's that? [Not enough, he knows. Heh.]

[Warming it all up, just like he's revving up the vintage engine to roll under him.

Sleaze? Them? Only sometimes. All part of the charm. They can class it up at a fancy establishment one night and then their everyday taco stand.]

That's it? Don't fucking short change me.

[Hips wider apart.]

[Heh heh heh. Freddy pushes forward just enough to slip the head into Larry, even a small fraction of his shaft too but just a small fraction.]

Then push back on me.

[He insists, freckled hands urging those darker hips to ease onto him. The way the fire flickers on Larry's skin is fucking beautiful. That's one good thing about the old man insisting on sunbathing now and then.]

[Whoops. A frustrated grunt escapes.]

You gonna tell me when I'm too close?

[Easing. No, he doesn't need more lube in fact he'd rather not. Good on you, Newendyke. Looks like you broke him in enough.]

That good?

[Lips clamp shut to prevent noise, half way in now. Fuck he feels hot and hard. Larry looks over his shoulder and bends at the elbows just a little.]

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No.

[Cause there's no such thing as too close. However there is such a thing as too far and the old man is a little close to that. Only half way on him? Please. Fingertips curl, pressing marks into Larry's slightly darker skin, then pull back slowly but firmly as he leans forward. Right until they're flush up against each other.]

That's good.

[The kid nods once. Twice. Then gets right to fucking Mr. White. Lawrence Dimick. His thrusts are short and measured, a teasing pace to start with since he gave Freddy some lip. Fff. Sometimes Freddy thinks Larry underestimates his own stamina, like being young means shooting off right away. Fat chance there. He plans to last longer than Larry.]

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[Pressed here, pulled there and then bam. Right where they need to be.]

Oh. I getcha.

[Pfft. Like he didn't know. More lip. All this slow climbing build up after the blowjob. Larry'll have to clamp his balls or something to not come if this is how it's gonna keep on rolling.

Would it be such a bad thing to like the birthday boy win?]

That-that all you got after fucking to men?

[One paw remains on the rug, the other's reaching back to touch Freddy's hip first then down to frame where they keep meeting again and again for him to see. Doing this makes him reach back and half a particularly sharp angle with his balance kept with one hand.]

[Larry seems to be working extra hard to make this look way fucking good for Freddy. How sweet. The effort doesn't go unrecognized. He'll commend his old man by making his thrusts harder, firm and solid, one after the other, but not rapid just yet. He has to maintain a measure of control to let Larry know who's in fucking charge right now.]

I'm workin' my way up, asshole.

[A little pun there for the asshole he's plowing. Even with his uncut dick he can feel every push and pull on his shaft, how tight Larry is because it's not every day he lets another man up his ass. Freddy was sure as hell he wasn't going to take their third party anywhere but in his mouth, which is okay by the kid too. It's kind of sweet and endearing, something unique to Lawrence Dimick. Truth is, Freddy would be fucking enraged if someone else thought he could squeeze his way between Larry's thighs.]

Like it? Longer, shorter? [He asks, putting his back into it so he can lay a hard slap to Larry's ass.]

[Relief for the harder hits is also torturous. Right to the prostate. He slides in small fractions of an inch because of how soft and slick the fur is. Chemically treated that way or something.]

Coulda [gasp] fooled me. [Quite the opposite. When Freddy takes control he doesn't fuck around. It's that authoritative cop instinct, as much as it repels him in other people it's alluring in this man. Authority is not selfish.

There's nothing like an uncut cock sliding in and out of his body. Why have any other? None of them will be attached to anyone close to Freddy. It's trust. And it's a privilege. He may never fuck another black man. That would require him to accept that there is more than a little fear lingering.]

Shorter. [Now he takes a grip on the base of his cock. The urge to stroke right along with their pace is tremendous.]

[Freddy doesn't hold it against him for how he feels. Whatever it is that makes Larry uncomfortable can stay out of the bedroom as long as he has no arguments when Freddy takes up the position. And no he doesn't fuck around about fucking his old man, unless that is he's fucking around by pulling his chain. Heh.]

Okay, baby.

[And he can be generous too. Look at him shortening his thrusts and making up for that by going faster, faster yet steady against Larry's ass. He's not blind to any back issues too, they'd already had that talk enough to last him weeks. Seeing his paw slip between his thighs brings his own freckled fingers to brush against Larry's thicker ones.]

What'll it be, old man? [Huff.] Now or later?

[Yes, the kid's asking even though it's his birthday.]

But I ain't no madman.

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