whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[If the push downward didn't start getting him hard the pull upward by his floppy dirty blonde hair sure does. Green eyes roll a look to brown ones but considering the angle and what he's doing looking at Larry is very difficult. So he focuses back on his thighs, his hands, his hands around his dick. Up and fucking down like the professional he is, taught by none other than Mr. Fucking Professional himself.]

Suck that dick.

[Huffing, puffing and not quite ready to blow. It's way too soon. They've only started. Freddy's warm mouth and welcoming throat do hold great promise. He can fit so much and the rest is in the care of flappy hands. Dirty blonde hair is nice and soft between his rough fingers. Freddy can no doubt see his thighs flex and part slightly as he tilts his hips into the motion.]

This as fun as your video game?

Mmph.... [Freddy sounds around him then pulls his lips off tightly to speak.] It's a full blown experience. Taste, smell, fucking everything.

[He praises like Lawrence Dimick is a top of the line console. For good measure the kid makes direct eye contact as he swipes the tip of his cock with a broad stroke from his tongue.]

[He laughs for the use of the word blown. Getting another chance to comb back that hair he gets to make eye contact. Right as his laugh falls away, he lightly bites the bottom of his lip.]

I know you don't wanna stay down there. Even though you're so fuckin' good at it.

[Even as he's pulling Freddy back down by the hair for more.]

[Just as he's about to confirm the old man's intuitive guess his face is going right back down on his cock. Damn. This time Freddy takes Larry in as far as possible, head tilted to better make way in his throat. A little bit of saliva sneaks past the tightness of his lips, nothing doing. Except now Freddy can remove one of his hands from Larry's lap to start undoing his own jeans.]

[Slick and warm. How did the old man get so lucky? He rocks with Freddy's face, nice and easy. Rough bastard that he is he isn't going to run his throat ragged. A few more goes now and he lets up, up, up and off.]

Sorry, were you gonna say somethin'?

[The TV screen is on and still glowing. It casts a light on rapidly revealing freckled skin.]

[Pulling his head up the way he does inevitably leads to a wet saliva stricken mess on Larry's dick, from base to tip and a string that stretches up to Freddy's wet lips until it breaks. At that moment he licks his lips too.]

Fuck saying shit.

[He's a man of action now. Freddy works quickly to throw off what clothes he has left. Larry' to.]

[Here, he'll be hands off watching Freddy strip. Big arms frame the back of their couch as he watches with hardly veiled anticipation.]

Gonna sit on it, tough guy?

[Or whatever he likes. Ain't it grand to be here again?]

[This long sleeve lightweight flannel gets rolled up in a way that perfectly serves as a blindfold when Freddy quickly wraps it around Larry's face and ties it up. Don't be a poor sport by taking it off, Dimick.]

I'll think of something.

[Aw. Freddy, c'mon. Huff. He is a good sport. And breathing in and out he can smell cigarettes and Freddy.]

Oh yeah? Do I gotta find you out then fuck you?

[Hands lift up but not to pull away the blind fold, just feel the air in front of him for a wiry body.]

You know that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

[More shuffling as he removes the last bit of his own clothes. He'll catch a paw and give two thick fingers a good sucking too.]

I gotta learn to keep my mouth shut.

[Paw stops sharply. Larry licks his own lips. Having his cock in that mouth he really does love the feel of it.]

You're not a hard to get kinda guy. It's more like a lot of baiting.

[Making him feel like he's the one setting the trap until the old bear is in a trap.]

You keep trying to figure it out man.

[Freddy insists with all the cockiness of a guy who just had his mouth all over a big cock. Finally he releases Larry's paw to go and do what he means to do, which is leave the old man's presence for a moment. Don't worry, Dimmy, it'll be worth it.]

Don't take it off.

[He calls from the stairs, referring to the blindfold.]

Are you fuckin' kidding me?

[Huff. The impatience is genuine. Freddy must know that he loves this.]

Better come back soon or I'm gonna start jacking off.

[Idle threat. If he comes then the old bear will do most of the footwork.]

[Heh heh heh. Of course he knows. Up he goes not even bothering to dignify that threat with a response. A moment later the kid's coming back down. Dum dee dum, it ain't no thing. Maybe the old man can sense him hovering close by. For sure though he'll feel something wet against his lip. Freddy rubs the tip of an already saliva-coated Colossus along Larry's mouth.]

Open up.

[Heavy, kinda dense and soft material. Freddy says open up so he does, slowly tongue first.]

Mmmph?

[Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what's there. The old man's gotta open up much wider to take it all in. That saliva does help some actually.]

[That's better. In and out real slow and deliberate. It's off course.]

How's that? Too big for you?

[He hopes not because in a short while Colossus is going to get acquainted with Mr. White's ass. Idly Freddy debates about getting another round in with his videogame while Larry rides the fucking monster, but with their cocks out like this videogames just have to take a backseat.]

[Larry tilts his head to angle right with that big, manless cock. Wait. Nope. It has a man, it's Freddy's other cock. Now that he thinks about it, it's like that monster cock he had last October in a different form.]

Uhn uhn.

[That's a no. He took it before. There were other elements but he wants it again. As long as Freddy's manning it. Now he can't help but wrap a paw around his own cock, not too tightly. A light stroke along with the process. His free hand feels over whatever portion of Freddy he can get. Hopefully his dick too.]

[Oh his dick is out and it's at attention too, perfect for getting wrapped in a paw.]

Shit yes.

[Freddy sighs low, leaning forward with both his hips into that fist and his hand on the plastic dick into Larry's mouth. Just a little more though then he's carefully pulling Colossus back out.]

Take your pants off. All the way.

[Dimick is the only one making him talk like that, move like that. Well. Right here. Sharing won't be so bad. Just more toys. Speaking of toys, Colossus really makes him relax his jaw. Saliva trickles on down his chin.]

Mmmhmmm.

[Sigh. Hands move to wriggle on out of his briefs and trousers still pinned at the mouth by that big dick.]

[Watching Larry do this blindfolded is worth having that paw off his own cock. Freddy licks his lips too like a goddamn dog over a fucking pork chop.]

Now lay back and relax.

[Colossus down. Freckled hands up to pull the old man into position. He even puts one of the pillows down against the couch arm for Larry's head. Feel this, Mr. White? Another moment after some object rustling has Colossus poised for entry. No fingers. Just a generous application of lube. This is going to be a slow long process, getting the thing in him.]

Take him for me, baby. [Gentle pushing by the toy, equally careful kneading of his balls.]

[Blindfolded and completely trusting sort of like their relationship. They can see all the time but not whatever hurdles forward. They got one another, that's what can be depended on. Even with the miscommunication, the misunderstanding and their fair share of fighting. His breath catches feeling the swell of Colossus up against him.]

I can relax.

[Deep, deep breaths. The lube is cool against his skin. If Freddy is gonna ask he'll say all those goosebumps are because of that. This is gonna be a slow long process.]

I can do it.

[Slow and easy. Oh shit the first gradual stretch alone has him gasp.]

[Christ almighty watching him gasp like that just trying to stretch around the head is so goddamn arousing. Fucking worth every penny, however much Colossus cost. Slow and steady, easy does it now, the better to savor the sight of Lawrence Dimick taking it up the ass in the dark.]

That's good, Larry. You're doin' real real good... [They say it heightens the other senses. Well, does it?]

[Larry's fighting to not have his mouth hang on open. Tough task. If his whole body's gonna be open and ready, may as well be all over.]

Yeah, baby? Like seeing me on a big ol' cock.

[Panting like a dog in the summertime. His senses do feel heightened. Colossus isn't as warm as Freddy, more smooth. Even with the smoothness he can only take in so much at a time.]

I do.

[Freddy answers in a most simple matter of fact master-of-the-obvious tone. Damn they've only gotten just the permanently swollen tip in there. Some more careful rustling and the kid's got someone's pants laid out under Larry's thighs...to catch any staining caused by Freddy spitting on him. He drips whatever he can right over where his hole's tightened around the plastic cock, going down to lick at the seam too. He knows it won't be enough but the act ought to do something to those blind senses. The lube is still nearby so he can squeeze it on after.]

Keep going, baby. I can't turn it on until we've got most of him in you.

[Not that the old man's ever even going to know when that is. Heh heh heh.]

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