whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

It ain't done me wrong so far.

[He shrugs and gives another pat pat, this time to old man and horse. Er...about being led like a princess though, Freddy shakes his head.]

How about I walk you back to the block, huh? The old man can come too.

[Another quip as he carefully dismounts. Oof. It's not as easy as it looks.]

[Prince maybe. Freddy will always be some sorta knight errant on his own quest.

Talking to the horse? Really? Nick snuffles and shakes his mane. He's ready to head on back. Look how well trained he is, looking to the fella who's standing on two legs.]

Okay, pardner.

[He'll answer for the horse. Deal with it, Newendyke. The good thing is that two short legs here has to open up the gate out of the arena while he's leading them back to the stable. Not far at all. Somebody had the foresight to keep it in sight.]

[Hehehe that makes Freddy smile. He does the honors too, popping the gate open for the professional to head on through.]

Professionals first.

[He insists and waits for them to go through before shutting the gate.]

[Walking on through he takes this moment to tip his hat in thanks. It's what they do in the movies.]

Mighty kind.

[The Man With No Name (and if he did it wouldn't be Eastwood) could have nodded. Larry can't help it. Bullshitting with Freddy is one of the most rewarding things they do.]

[He tips his own imaginary hat to Larry then gives Nick another pat to the bum.]

You do all the dirty work too?

[No innuendos here...yet.]

[Muscles twitch but he's a very well trained and tempered horse. No extra pawing unless particularly hard smack would get him moving. Larry stops him to wait for Freddy to walk along side or lead, which ever.]

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

[He's walking along side. That horse ain't no easy to handle alien toucan.]

At least you aren't takin' it for a joke.

[Not that Freddy would have minded either. No that's not true, if Larry laughed at the idea of horse riding lessons he'd probably laugh it off but hurt inside for getting the old man all wrong.]

A joke? Nah. This is one of those things if you don't do, you'd kick yourself forever.

[A smile is thrown Freddy's way. No, it's not no toucan. He might have a better understanding though.]

I gotta get Nick settled then we can go. It's all part of the experience, you know. Make sure he's cooled down. Put away all the shit. Ain't hard. Might be a little on the boring side but if you wanna fill his water on up with a hose, you can.

[This is a dream fulfilled for a young kid from Milwaukee who turned into a grown man who never worked out all that much. Maybe that's worth saying something out loud as stupid and sentimental as it might be.]

Glad I could help.

[Another smile for Lawrence Dimick. He's listening to him go on about the stable, how it's done, just like a learned man. Nick is a lucky horse. Even luckier because Freddy Newendyke obliges in filling up his bucket with water. Almost too good to be true with all that trouble lurking outside, back in the city proper.]

[Nick gets settled for the night. Just as the old an says. The heavy leather saddle is up and off, propped on a lowered wooden beam with a few other saddles on it. A brief brush down for the old guy, the horse that is.

Everything's in its place. And thanks to Freddy he's got fresh water.]

I mean it, babe. Thanks a bunch.

[Now he'll hang his hat on a nail poking out from the wall. His hair is a little askew and he knows it.]

[He smiles again, incapable of not doing so when the old man is being such a professional about his horse, running a clean ship in the stable block. Who knew he had such a calm casual side when it comes to animals. Freddy sure couldn't tell from how he handled the toucan, then again Sam wasn't a cowboy's best friend.]

Don't sweat it, Larry.

[Now Freddy will reach up to comb through Larry's hair, making it less askew.] I'm happy you like it.

[Well if you want to do it right a man has to care for his assets. People who don't care don't deserve what they got. There was a time when he was a careless rough and tumble man. He lost women and wealth to learn that lesson. Now with this kind of wealth he is not gonna let go.]

I love it. [The combing, the horse...this son of a bitch. Larry turns and lowers his heqd yo taste some Marlboro kisses.]

Good.

[Must be a mind reader after all because this son of a bitch is tilting his head up (a short distance, thanks) to meet that mouth in the middle. A taste of Chesterfield.]

[He meant for a sip but now it's more of a chug. It's what Freddy does to him. It's all his fault. Paws grip on his shirt.

Nick has grown bored and is pleased to find fresh water. Gulp. Gulp.]

[Fortunately Freddy's not paying much attention to Nick. He's too busy getting his freckled hands all over Larry when that sip becomes a chug.]

Mmm...

[Dirty, kinda sweaty paws move on down to grip at his ass as they take a few small steps back.]

I want another ride.

[That might be a growl. He's going back for more and really squeezing to feel his ass and press Freddy closer to him. Whoops. They about backed into those saddles.]

[Bump. Oof. Right into a saddle, but nothing doing for one Freddy Newendyke. That squeeze to his denim covered ass on the other hand...that does wonders. He muffles a low groan against Larry as he leans in.]

What kind?

[Duh. The kid has an idea what kind. He just wants to hear it.]

I wanna fuck. [That what he want to hear? No shame in saying it. Just them. Nick can't understand. Sorry there, Nick. Even though the old man adores you, he's got a whole different animal occupying he wants to tend to.]

Hard. Bareback.

[Larry says low and close to Freddy's ear. Really leaning on in to rub groin to groin.]

[Jesus is it possible to get hard on words alone? Yes it is or else they wouldn't have phone sex lines. He can feel his jeans getting just a little tighter, moreso when they're groin to groin. Freddy's hands roam down to Larry's belt loops, giving a tug.]

There any other way to do it, huh?

[No rubber since...aw hell technically new years but that was a special circumstance. With Lawrence Dimick alone the kid wants to feel every single bare inch and all the load he can muster.]

[Saying the words does really does pull out a reaction. Hearing them hit the air and feeling what comes out of it. Freddy could lead him around just as easily as a professional equestrian.]

No way worth knowin'.

[He laughs a little. The stable isn't very well lit. The bright lights coming on in through slats in the windows set the tone. He's gotta let go of Freddy's ass to work on his button and fly.]

[Whoa those paws are really going for gold. Green eyes glance around at first, at the horse, and the slats.]

Right here?

[He's not reluctant, just surprised...maybe a little shy around a horse. A toucan just wasn't a big deal you see. He's not stopping Larry Dimick though, no way.]

[These paws pause. Brown eyes glimmer darkly.]

They got places a little more private.

[Lips to his pulse and he gives a wet suck. Nick's right there if Larry squints just so they can make eye contact. Gulp.]
C'mon.

[Freddy doesn't have reins but he's got belt loops. Close enough.]

Say g'night, Nick.

[...Horses may be smarter than toucans. Maybe.]

I don't mind. [He clarifies.] Right here on the fuckin' floor...anywhere.

[Freddy breathes against Larry's ear, head tilted to give him better access to his neck. Those fingers in his loops can lead him anywhere. About the horses and toucans though...better not bring it up aloud.]

[He says that now. Feeling like he does, now who's words are making a grown man hard? Next stall, and hello. It's empty of any horses. Same set up. Larry has the courtesy of shutting the door too.]

Sounds like you want it dirty.

[On the floor with the dust and hay. Larry's right back on Freddy again.] I was thinkin' more of bending you over the saddle. [Undoing his jeans now with no good reason to stop.]

[Oof. Right on in here. While it doesn't have a horse it certainly smells like a horse but that don't bother a guy like Freddy Newendyke none. Clothes are already being shrugged off, unbuttoned, undone. The kid's trying to work on the old man's cowboy duds too. Though, the hat's off somewhere else ain't it?]

I do. I want it dirty. [Huff and puff. He tries to steal a kiss whether it's from Larry's mouth or somewhere on his face.] Show me how to do it, baby.

But I ain't no madman.

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