whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.

That's the plan. You think he will? I ain't a perfect kind of guy you know? I got other dudes hanging around my place, they got superpowers up the ass. You think he's gonna mind?

[Play it up, Newendyke, play it up. Hehehe. That paw to his good shoulder is a trip.] Yeah, I heard it's contagious.

He knows though that he'll be dealing with you directly. The super guys are part of the ambiance right? He's not having to share you with em?

[Sharing can be freely interpreted. Share like they had in the club or share the space as roommates would. He holds his cigarette aloft thoughtfully.]

I think that depends on the kinda guy that he is.

[Contagious he says. Heh.]

I'd believe contagious. Yeah. Really makes you want to get a slice of action for your own.

Oh yeah, real nice scenery. That kind of stuff, not the kind of guy who wants to get passed around or anything, but all those other dudes? They get to watch, all the time.

[His good hand is making all the flappy gestures for him.] You think so? Whatcha gonna do about it?

[He rubs on his chin now making like this really takes a lot of consideration. (It doesn't. It likely never will. Freddy has become his choice that fucking day and here on out.)]

You sound pretty fucking dirty yourself when you talk like that.

[Dimmy is smiling so much the corners of his eyes are really displaying crow's feet.]

Think I'm gonna take you all for myself. That fucker will have to deal.

[When Larry smiles like that he really shows his age and when those bird toes stick out Freddy can't help but fucking fall in love with the whole package. But wait a second! He's got to quirk a brow again.]

Hey man, that's kidnapping. [Heh heh heh heh.]

[How often is age truly on Freddy's mind? Sometimes it's the old man's on insecurities that bring it to the foreground. Or the simple things of being raised in very separate decades.]

Don't you have to be unwilling for it to be kidnapping? I don't think a guy like that would let you go so easy. I mean, maybe he's a bullshitter.

[No maybes. Mr. White had them in there as though he was an old hand.]

[Truly in what ways? The old man snuck into an Elvis show once. He has stories and adventures from a time when Freddy wasn't even alive and Freddy loves to hear them. It's not something to be ignored because it's part of what makes Lawrence Dimick. The age, his number, his generation, all of that is what it is, what it ain't is any cause for concern. At least Freddy tries to live this way, the only time it'll concern him is when his body starts breaking down sooner than Freddy's but that's presuming they're even together that far down the road. Sometimes he's not sure if it's sweet to imagine it or just naive.]

I guess...but I'm pretty sharp too. I know what's what, like when some other guy wants to keep me all to his fuckin' self. [aka. You, Mr. White. He nudges his elbow lightly into Larry's side.]

[His body is aged, some of his awareness for issues are skewed. Then again, what isn't with Lawrence Dimick. The kid sticks around him knowing that he's put a few bodies in bags. It's a strange, select sort of apprehension. Sometimes he doesn't understand Freddy's generation or just how involved he is in those comics, movies and games. All he's gotta understand is that without them the kid would be unhappy. Everyone has their own tastes, the old man thinks privately now and then about how they'll change up with age and experience.

He would love to be there for that. Tomorrow would be just as good.]

Sorry. When I hear you got passed around like a good blunt... you are worth keepin'. I'm a greedy guy. You don't need him. He'll give you the runaround.

[Friendly competition with...himself.]

Hey. I did a little lickin' and rollin' but I wasn't gettin' passed around. Shit I was dealin'.

[How do you like that kind of talk, Lawrence Dimick? You stick around Freddy Newendyke knowing he's booked guys like you for a living too. It works both ways. None of that's at the forefront of his mind right now even though it's always present somewhere in his mind. He gives the old man another lean and bump.]

You seem like a super cool guy yourself. I'll take your word for it.

[Damn. Just. Damn. He wets his lips and more than ever is affirmed that this man can't be let out of his grasp.]

No wonder everybody wants you. The super heroes and that asshole you were talking about. Come on home with me. You won't regret it.

[Bump, lean and he slips it to a grind even though he's got nothing left in him. Seems like Freddy could go on like this for hours.]

But I ain't no madman.

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