But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

Oh yeah. Gettin' hard, fucking around with my man. [Or men but really there's only one exclusive man for Freddy Newendyke.] I don't know either, Larry.

[Freddy shakes his head, floppy hair moving with the motion.]

Whack off to Pam Grier movies? [That's a joke for you, Lawrence Dimick. Honest.]

[whitetwoguns]

[There are other dicks to suck or fuck but Lawrence Dimick is the man he goes home with. That is something that he will not get sick of knowing. Since they're not in any furious motion he can spare a hand to push back his floppy blonde brown hair.]

Shit. You know me too fucking well.

[Here, Freddy Newendyke. Collect your prize: a mouth full of Dimick to really fill on up both ends. There may be a ghost of a taste of spunk.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Heh heh heh. For that the old man gets a wink of a caramel apple eye before both are widening, then narrowing, in a deep wet kiss.]

Mmm...

[There's some muffling like the kid is actually saying something around his tongue, but whatever it is it's obviously not important enough to be properly enunciated.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Slow grind and slow sliding of tongue. The old man thinks that his cock is in deeper. A little longer before he pulls back.]

You tryin' to say something, cowboy?

[He asks because he cares about every little thing. This is fucking love. Behind him on the screen is a guy who knows a lot about stealing hearts away.]

[orangetoughguy]

Huh? [Lick to his lips, or his chops for that matter.] Oh. I was sayin'...

[Actually Freddy can't remember what he was saying. Locking mouths with this man while his dick is locked in his ass just takes his fucking breath away and scrambles his goddamn brains. Now it's Freddy's turn to pat Larry's cheek.]

Kali Ma? [Mola Ram's not the only one stealing hearts here.]

[whitetwoguns]

Bullshit.

[Even when he shakes his head those stubborn curls won't quit.]

I think I better get off.

[Meaning that he doesn't want to. Just how things are. Shit. He sighs and is really working up the effort.]

One. Two.

[Easing up slowly, slowly. It's not a quiet feat.]

[orangetoughguy]

And a cryin' shame about it.

[Aw hell this is the part where Freddy has to brace himself. The second that tightness starts pulling upward off his cock he can't help but moan. And the moaning really sounds no different from when the man's ass is sinking down on him. Just how things are. Goddamn.]

Fuck... [Freckled hands start rubbing slow circles over the top of Larry's ass.] So...can they stay?

[whitetwoguns]

Tell me about it.

[That's a flat strained tone of voice. Boy he can feel how how empty it is, kinda like a new tunnel. Breathe, Dimick.]

...they?

[Resting now up on his lap he's looking down into his freckled face. That's two hands on him.]

Y'mean these?

[Weight on his knees he reaches back to put one paw on each hand.]

[orangetoughguy]

Sweet.

[Freddy remarks, fingers twisting with fingers, paw in paw. Then the kid smiles.]

I meant the cowboys.

[Hehehe. He leans up to kiss that old face though, all joking aside.]

[whitetwoguns]

Is that even a real question?

[Because he won't even dignify that with an answer. Jesus fucking Christ. Remember who you're talking to Freddy Newendyke. The movie is still going. As he is swapping saliva with one hell of an art collector, the old man privately congratulates himself with riding up top.]