whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Strong, agile freckled fingers fit so well with bigger, thicker Dimick ones. He can appreciate that right now. It was a very fleeting thought that he noticed putting his hand to the seat behind him to give the bleeding man something to clasp onto. It's a regular fucking lifeline.]

Baby.

[He licks his dry lips. Huff. May as well come on clean. Fingers curl tighter. He needs this connection.]

I ain't ever really been to a place like this before. I know what it looks like. I know what happens but... not first hand.

[His other paw is holding onto his beer it feels far cooler in his grip.]

[He's smiling at Larry, shy but still happy to finally be inside because he's here with his man--wait what? Freddy quirks a brow. The hand stays right where it is but it's noticeably holding him a little tighter, like maybe he expects Larry to want to suddenly retreat in which cause Freddy ain't lettin' him run anywhere until he explains.]

What? Really? After all the talkin' and the stories...?

[Okay okay so maybe some of those stories were anecdotal from other people 'heard from a guy who knew a guy' but really? Lawrence fucking Dimick? Not even once?] So...this is your first time...

[He'd gesture to the floor with his other hand if it wasn't trapped in a sling.]

The ones like Scott's that's...about the longest I've been in. [In a gay bar. Be a man, Dimick.] I would poke in times before to try and find a quick lay. You know, to get my fix so I could forget about it.

[It was a different time. A different place for certain. Don't go casting judging eyes.]

I've seen shit in movies.

[Freddy movies. Now he is starting to feel like a class-A idiot.]

But yeah. Yeah this is my first time.

[Listening to Dimick it's becoming a lot clearer; the old man posed and postured to get them here but now that he's actually here the pressure's gone up ten fold. He ought to kick the guy for lying, for making him think he's so goddamn expert. But instead of kicking him Freddy just wants to kiss him.]

So....I'm pretty much gonna pop your cherry.

[And Larry to Freddy likewise. Two first timers on an adventure, that's what this is now. The kid couldn't feel anymore like it was a date.]

[Bullshitting can only get you so far. How does Freddy to it? For one, he is naturalistic as hell. And for two, something about Freddy kind of puts it all at ease. That is what he was hoping to emulate.

He is trying to brace himself for his comeuppance.]

That's pretty much it.

[Word choice is top notch as usual.]

You know how that is.

I sure do. It's cool man, it's my first time here but I ain't forgot how it feels getting one of those popped.

[Naturalistic as hell. He raises Larry's paw to rub the back of it against his freckled cheek.] We'll take a tour, get a lay of the land, and if you see somethin' you like we'll figure out a way to get in without a travel agent. Those bastards are overpriced anyway.

[Somewhere nearby a man who's been eyeballing them is rolling his own eyes now. A bonafide couple, fat chance getting them in the watersports tub.]

[Now who is the cool son of a bitch that's taking charge? The relief he feels almost undoes the building anxiety. Almost. Phew.]

I don't remember the last time I had a cherry of mine popped. I think it was you anyways.

[Making him a pro at it in his own right. He leans on forward to get a kiss because hand holding now just won't fucking cut it. Real goddamn romantic.]

As long as we're going to the same place together.

Maybe you're gettin' too old to think that far back.

[To remember a whole year and a half ago, hah. Freddy has no time to fire another quip back because Larry's already occupying his mouth and for that matter the rest of his damn body.]

Mmffhm. [That's a confirmation of wanting to go together, Dimmy. Then without warning the kid's climbing all up into the old man's lap.] Show'em I'm yours, take me.

[No not like that on the bar, unless White has a taste for spreading Orange right here and now. He means he's permitting Lawrence Dimick the rare rare very rare opportunity to carry Freddy Newendyke to wherever he wishes.]

[Hush, kid. All that talk about being old. He puts more of his tongue on in his mouth like he's going to count every tooth. The climbing catches him by surprise and he gets a firm hold for fear of them both falling down. They have already fallen enough.]

You finished with your beer, big man?

[As though having this man on in his lap with other eyes around is the most normal thing in all the world.]

Uh huh.

[Look at it half empty on the bartop, woefully neglected, much like a few of the men in this crowd. Freddy doesn't stray from his new seat for a second.]

Okay.

[He places a kiss at Freddy's neck and shifts. That's his little way of saying that they're ready for launch. Like it ain't no thing, Dimick is up and holding onto his man.]

I think there might be a place were we can just watch.

[Some blue eyed, blonde haired Rocky Horror type is giving Freddy puppy dog eyes like there would be room for one more.]

[He's holding onto Larry with his legs and his one good arm, trusting the old man not to drop him because if he did he'd be in a world of hurt, and so would Freddy. Hah.]

Mm, sounds like a plan.

[The kid nods, happy to be a voyeur except someone else is watching them now. The pup's got one hell of a tan on him. Maybe Larry could even get tips on how the guy manages a near seamless transition on his speedos area.]

Got a tail. [Orange utters into White's ear.] Let'im suck you off.

[Go and then that? Larry slows to a stop. The whisper to his ear raises the hair on his arms and neck. He doesn't see the man. Freddy does. There's the instinct to turn around and look to see what the situation is...until it hits him that it doesn't truly matter. Whoever it is has the kid's stamp of approval.]

Get his attention. We'll go someplace where I can set you down so you can see.

[Fuck. Just like that he's getting hard. Since he is the one who is carrying, with those legs about him he lets the grip move so that they're about groin to groin.]

[Just like that? Goddamn. Who knew not knowing what the fuck you're doing can be fun especially when both of them are rolling with the punches. Instead of voicing anything else because it's loud in here, Freddy just uses his fingers to first point at the golden adonis then reel him in.]

Get a move on.

[He mutters to Larry once it looks like that other guy's got the idea. Freddy nudges Larry with his heels too, much like he would to good ole Nickel. As for the groin to groin action? Well hell it sure gets a grind out of Orange.]

[If they're gonna make a mistake, they're gonna make it together. So far for newbies, he would say they're doing well. No one has thrown them out. Truly though the public displays of affection that aren't cocksucking have lost a few fans. Oh fucking well.

He's feeling something like Nickel all wound up and ready to be turned loose. He finds a bench close to the outdoor smoking area entrance. There's a space they can make accommodate two seated and one on his knee. On the other end of the bench a man is getting his shoes shined...by another man's tongue.

Freddy is placed down first. Not without a good, solid and sliding grinding motion.]

This looks good.

[Now he'll turn around and take a look at Orange's selection.]

[When he's set down on the bench it stands to reason the kid keeps his thighs open to show off the growing hard on underneath his denim. Sure it's hard to see in the dark but Larry's eyes are accustomed to Freddy's body, right? It should be obvious. About as obvious as gilded Romeo's.]

Get him.

[Freddy urges like it's goddamn target practice. Making that guy taste Lawrence Dimick then squeezing himself into his tight looking tanned ass are both on the agenda. The bootlicker can get some toe action too if he really wants. Is there space for a five-way? Can Freddy even fathom a five man play?]

[Night air on his skin is just the ticket. The joint was pretty hot so standing in the street sure makes it seem like it is summer. It's that big of a difference. All that testosterone, latex and cum almost has him high so when he takes the first hit from his Chesterfield he's already light headed.]

I didn't know we'd be so popular.

[Whoops he realizes that buttons on his shirt aren't even. Gotta start all over.]

[Is Larry saying something? Sorry Freddy is still coming down from his high, that shot of...stuff, well, shots of lots of stuff, it was all pretty fucking potent. In fact, so potent, he leans in to sniff along the tight bicep of that uneven-buttoned shirt.]

You smell like cum.

[Freddy says with the most pleasant smile ever.]

Not Polo?

[A cologne of his that has likely worn away. Since he is gonna come on so close then the old man has to keep him that near.]

Well. I think that I might have ended up getting some on me.

[Likely his own.]

You smell like--[He stops to keep on sniffing. Woah. Careful old man. You already sort of light headed.] Wait. Can't tell.

[Keeps. Sniffing.]

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[Has he been wearing cologne this whole time? Freddy can't really remember anymore nor does it matter because he's quite comfortable being held this way. Close and steady. That chiseled snout doing its snuffling thing is suddenly absolutely hilarious. He laughs but doesn't push at him or anything.]

I smell like sex and cum too. Admit it.

[BEAM. He'll commandeer that Chesterfield for a puff too.]

Oh. That's what that is.

[Laughter is contagious. Then again here they are both riding that high]

So Mr. Orange, I know you may not be one to kiss and tell but given that you have such a potent, pungent aroma about you... how many?

[Go on now, kid. Crow like you want to. Smokeless he will watch how brightly Freddy beams. Alright he has a glow about his face. Not bad for a beginner.]

[Heh heh heh, listen to Larry play it up. Freddy fucking loves it. Warm green eyes cast a look left, right, over his shoulder, then back to brown ones as if he's just got to make sure the only one he's telling is the old man. No eavesdropping ears within earshot.]

Me and this great guy met at this bar, some kind of nasty club. I knew the guy before but I didn't know he was into that kind of stuff. Turns out he was a real pervert, we got into this group orgy thing with three other horny fucks. It was fuckin' awesome, dick everywhere, comin' all over the place. No rough stuff though, we kept it clean and simple.

[Not rough enough by Colossus standards and that's okay too.]

Just like that?

[There's a long impressed whistle.]

You like that stuff?

[Like? More like love. As for all of that, it's damn hard to keep a straight face when he is painting this picture so well.]

So are you gonna just keep a friend ilke that?

[Like that stuff? He loves it. Freddy gives a toothy grin before he calms his expression to something completely supercool and casual. Naturalistic as hell.]

Keep him? I'm takin' him home and makin' him breakfast.

[Because he'll be there in the morning, right? Oh and giving him his cigarette back. Here you go, Lawrence Dimick.]

[Even though he's lived it the special recap as only Freddy can deliver is a treat.]

Yeah? Sounds like you want him to keep on coming back.

[To him. The club he can take for whenever they need that extra high otherwise? He will be there in the morning. Ah. There's his cig thanks. The old man pats him on the good shoulder.]

That's some sorta lifestyle you got there, kid.

But I ain't no madman.

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