whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[The lack of bounce actually brings a smile to his face because it emphasizes the amount of work Larry is putting into it, like his damn old back. Fucking perfect, perfect enough to wipe the smirk off his face and turn it into a twist of goddamn pleasure.]

Shiiiit yes, like this...

[Of course he can't hold back completely. The kid rocks forward at a slighter pace to meet every thrust of his ass.]

Yeah. Fuck.

[Flesh smacking together hard may as well be a flat palmed hit. There was a small degree of digression as far as the volume went. That's all out the window now. Larry is moaning and proud to have anyone listen in.]

Fuck me, baby.

[How long has it been? Feels like too damn long. They've only just started fucking again. His prostate is responding to Freddy in a big way. The old man's got precum fixing to leak on the couch.]

[Fortunately for both of them Freddy can't stand to take it at such an easier pace for long. He's back to hard solid thrusts again with both hands clutching onto the old man's hips. When they aren't huffing and puffing and groaning the loudest sound is Orange's lap meeting White's rear.]

I'm gonna make you cum, man.

[Still no hand between his thighs. That's because suddenly he's pulling out of Larry completely then urging him to roll onto his back.] Spread'em.

[That's an order from an officer of the law.]

[Moving, grooving, grinding as one. When they're balls deep the old man expects him to really get to it an--]

Oh God.

[So fucking empty so damn soon he feels like his body's gaping wide. Without even thinking twice he rolls on over like he's told.]

C'mon, man.

[Don't make him say more. Don't make him beg. Larry's cut cock is prominently standing at attention untouched and leaking.]

[Jesus fucking christ just looking at Larry laid out the way he is makes Freddy so goddamn hard. His thick cock standing up like that begs to be sat on but all the throbbing between the kid's thighs is going straight up his dick.]

Let'em hear it.

[He says, shifting a little for better angle. Then Orange is sinking his piece right back into White.]

Put your cock in my ass and fuck me.

[Loudly and proudly. There might be a strain in his voice with the kind sinking in again. Whatever. Who cares. Larry doesn't. He's too busy feeling absolutely amazing.]

All of it.

[Huff. Puff. Spreading again to take him in is easier this time.]

[Being a smaller guy to Larry's bigger guy, Freddy has to put a foot up on the cushions. It so happens that it gives him a little more leverage too to make each sinking of his dick hard, fast, and rough. One after the other, over and fucking over. Now freckled fingers curl around that impressive cut cock. God he only wishes he was flexible enough to suck on it while he's fucking Larry.]

Cum on me, man. I wanna feel it.

[Rocking in motion again, thank god. Larry feels like he would be fucking dying if it were painful. No pain here no matter how hard, fast and rough. He loves every second.]

Mmm. I'm gonna.

[Teeth clench. He almost said Freddy. Both paws are mindless moving and clawing as they will. Almost. Almost. How could he think to hand over his own ass to anybody else when it's being so masterfully cared for? Larry's known abuse in his lifetime. This ain't it.]

Fuck.

[That's it then. The old man is spilling on over Freddy's fist and his own stomach. Even with the fingering, the twice over fucking the old man still clenches on around that beautiful uncut cock.]

[Unfortunately the walls in this place are a heck of a lot thinner than the ones in their apartment. No moaning names into the night this evening but they'll have plenty more opportunities for that later. Right? Because Freddy's moving back in.]

Oh fuck.

[That tightness around his cock is a fucking killer. The kid sucks in a breath of pleasure, he's careful not to keep thrust wile Larry's this tense too. However his fist doesn't let up, not even when he feels warm semen spilling over. The more the merrier, his freckled fist keeps pumping him, eager to milk out every last drop.]

The whole--thing, man. Fuckin' cum all over me. [Make it snappy because goddamn he can feel his own dick leaking.]

[Jesus. He's cumming as it is. Legs quit splaying a moment to just clench at Freddy's hips and hold him there to ride out the last of his shaking. Every drop available out of his tightly bunched sack is smeared between them.]

That's all I got.

[Decent amount. Sure feels mighty powerful for a round after a dry spell. There is nothing like being on the receiving end of a Newendyke fucking. Larry quits clawing to rub his paws on Freddy's chest.]

Now you. Fill me up, knock me up.

You got a lot.

[Freddy manages through a shudder as he spreads his fingers over Larry's belly, making a mess just like he wants. At his prompt though the kid brings his hands back to push the old man's knees together, together then held to one side so all that tightness is a guarantee as Freddy starts thrusting into him again.]

I'll--knock you up, babe.

[Huff huff. Puff and pant. He's going at it hard and fast enough there's only a fraction of a second between pushes and pulls. When Freddy unloads the neighbors know it, his voice is loud in a stretched moan, filling his man up just like he asked. His body shudders and grinds.]

Fuck.

[Legs together huh? Oh damn. The old man's nerves are raw as it is. Not a protest is on his lips.]

Yeah. Yeah like that. That's what I--[Damn near impossible to finish. Whatever. Not important. After a few harsh and ragged moans instead he gives up. Freddy's a beast. Larry is dragged right along, happily so. Maybe some time they'll try starting out like this.]

Jesus Christ. Yeah man.

[Writhing and pumping slowly climbs back down to grinding. The kid's got a light sheen on his forehead because fucking an old man like Mr. White is no easy feat. His legs are heavy, damn. While he's got them though Freddy draws one foot to his mouth where he kisses his toes, his instep, his ankle.]

I hope you get twins.

[Orange quips because hah hah hah men don't get pregnant. Not even in the silly city.]

[Pant, pant, pant. Pulled this way, forced that way, he feels like a little guy. Mr. Orange makes a great big man, that's for sure. Senses are tingling from his scalp to those toes.]

That's all bullshit.

[That's what Freddy is full of. And usually it's Larry. So hah! Besides, if anyone were to be pregnant by now, it would be Freddy. He keeps this knowledge to himself.]

Damn. [Still hard up inside of him. He lightly shuts his eyes and swears he can feel every vein and fold of his cock. Larry swipes a paw over his stomach. There's still cum cooling on his skin, enough to lick off of his own fingertips.]

[Har dee fucking har har. He's lucky he doesn't share that thought out loud or else Freddy might dare do something drastic, such as gifting his old man with a canary creme. Yeah, that's a good punishment. Look Freddy can't help taking great pleasure in being stuffed and filled, gosh.]

I don't know, I'm pretty potent.

[The kid pants, finally letting those legs down only to rest his arms on the insides of the old man's thighs. His cock is still stuck in him, for the record.] How's the flavor?

[He's watching the paw licking.]

[Stuffed to capacity, pleasantly sore...yeah there are enough qualities to this to appreciate, to crave. God knows he has. All with Freddy. Will he ever be able to give on over the control to someone else? For now the best place to be is with this man. And if it's stuck on his cock then there's nothing wrong.]

Juicy.

[Full and salty like a load should be. It may just be him but almost tastes good. Must be the process that makes it more appealing.]

Want some baby?

[A fresh swipe is offered up to him.]

Did you get that line off a porno? [Freddy quips while accepting his paw.] You're nasty.

[Says the kid who manages to pull out uttering a low sigh that gets lost when he wraps his lips around those fingertips. He can't imagine doing this with anyone else. Well, okay, Freddy can imagine doing it but he can't believe any of those experiences could ever come close to what he has with Lawrence Dimick.]

[Larry grins wide treating this all like a compliment. Freddy happens to love pornos. From what he's noticed the nastier the more enjoyable. Damn near pulled open he has limbs now that can wrap right around him and hold him close. Hopefully there was no cleaning deposit for this establishment. Oh well.]

I learned quite a bit from you.

[Actually. Truly. He whispers this into Freddy's ear. No other chump is going to get to be bare skin to bare skin and pumped full of cum. That is restricted for one dirty old man.]

[If there was well whoops. And they can afford it anyway. Pulled right on top of him now Freddy nods his head against Larry's face.]

Am I any good at teachin'?

[Wiry arms circle around his neck, elbows settling at his broad shoulders.]

I think you know how to make the subject come alive.

[Haha. This close now he can plant kisses all over that mug. There's enough nose to get three of them.]

You taught me about patience.

[To really have some.]

[He tilts his head up to better feel those kisses to his roman nose--wait.]

Hah hah hah. Real funny.

[Although he understands what Larry means he can't help but draw attention to the implication that Freddy is a real test of patience, fff.]

Hey. Heeey.

[Both dirty paws carefully frame his face so that roman nose is tip to tip with his own.]

You know what I'm talking about, babe.

[They can joke and feel better but that whole stretch of time shouldn't be forgotten. Lessons learned.]

I gotta have that. You deserve it.

[Nose to nose almost makes these caramel green eyes go crossed. His brow furrows just a little not because he doesn't understand but because he doesn't feel it needs to be said, repeated, like someone having to show his trespass on another. Freddy forgives the guy and in other ways he's sorry himself, they'll work on it together.]

I know.

[He nods again, slow and steady, then leans in to press his mouth to Larry's.]

[A kiss to breath the cross-eyed business. His own lightly shut as he lets his tongue transfer any residue that might need sharing. Deeper and deeper now. There's a slow descending weariness that's falling on into his body. Something a good fucking and a relieved weight can give a person.]

I love you.

[For his ears now, not the neighbors.]

[Freckled hands come up to frame his face while his shorter legs twist in and around Larry's longer thicker ones. He presses a kiss to his mouth, to his chin, to his jaw, back to his mouth.]

I love you, Lawrence Dimick.

[It's neither a romantic declaration nor a desperate plea for affection; it's stated as sure undeniable fact.]

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