whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

It looked pretty fuckin' big.

[Strrrreeetch after he climbs out too. Good to be not in a tree anymore. Also good he didn't piss his pants over the whole ordeal, that'd be a waste.]

I guess. I dunno about the birds, they didn't try following us.

[Bet they could have though, that's the scary part.]

I don't wanna talk about no birds.

[He's moved around the dented hood to stand on the same side of the car as Freddy.]

Maybe though, I wanna talk about what you did back there.

[Here, he'll remind the kid pinning him with his mouth and body to the side of the car.]

[Freddy's noticed this proximity. Nothing doing. Yet. He turns to fix a gaze on Lawrence Dimick, so far unsuspecting. So far--oh.]

Mmmphhfh.

[Pinned and silenced. Freckled hands go up that broad torso immediately. Frantically. Just another crazy fucking escape with their lives intact.]

[Not so far anymore. In fact he might end up a little squished. Sorry. He cannot fucking help himself.]

Right here?

[Or at the bottom of the stairwell for old time's sake. Whatever. Whenever.]

[Squished the way he is Freddy can't help but hike a leg up against Larry. Not high or anything, but...noticeably hiked. Yep.]

Anywhere.

[The kid breathes, granting the old man permission to pick his pleasure.]

[That's nice. Sure makes the old man get harder. For a moment he's ready to ask the officer to put his hands on the hood. A car sounds like it's rolling through the structure.]

C'mon.

[Bottom of the stairwell. No prying eyes, nobody but them. And for god's sake if there is another animal there he's going to kill it. Rubbing paws move only to grab him by both wrists to lead him away.]

[He'd be more than ready and willing if that's the case, even with the sound of other wheels rolling along. It sounds like Larry's made his own decision though so the kid goes with him, already getting hard at the prospect of fucking so shamelessly in public. Well, almost public.]

Gonna finish what you started?

[Oh is he asking for it. This isn't gonna wait. Not a second longer. Not when they were stuck up a fucking tree. Larry hauls Freddy behind a larger pillar.]

Stop talking.

[A solid shove before the old man crouches to get on his knees. His fine suit is ruined anyways. Unzip, unbutton and pulling his briefs aside to put his cock down the old man's throat.]

[Whoa whoa whoa, Lawrence Dimick, that is moving fast! So fast it makes Freddy rock fucking hard. His back is solid against the pillar that happens to mimic his dick quite well at the moment.]

Oh shit.

[He breathes, knees locking to prevent buckling. His fingers comb through the old man's hair.]

[He's not gonna be quiet about guzzling down his cock either. Slurp, slurp. This was what was supposed to happen hours ago. Today should have been round fucking two.]

Mmmmm.

[Going at it like he's never gonna see another dick again.]

[That makes two of them except Freddy's going at it like he's never gonna see another mouth like this on him again. Fingers in his hair turn into a deliberate grip on his head, holding on while maybe holding him a little in place too. These hips are starting to grind up into that mouth.]

Jesus Christ, Larry.

[Freddy huffs sharply, head tilted back.]

[He'll willingly be a proverbial fuck toy for Freddy. Rough breathing through his nose lets him get the full smell of flesh and lets him carry on longer. It's a happy place to be, here between these freckled thighs. He gently squeezes and rubs at his sack. Pulling back now, off and off. Anticipating the kid's need for steady movement he keeps on stroking.]

Turn over.

[Three. Two. One paws off to take down his own trousers.]

What?

[Oh he heard him. He just can't help speaking out because he's a flappy jaw kind of kid. A little more grinding into that paw and then he's turning over. His flappy hands leave Larry's hair to splay appropriately against the pillar. No spiders here so far, just mammals getting fucking hot and heavy. Freddy swallows in anticipation, rear already bending out just a little, begging for it.]

What're you gonna do.

[Clink goes his belt. Bare skinned ass to his exposed hard cock. This shit is gonna get real. Larry has his one use that has been waiting in his pocket for hours. Thank goodness wild animals didn't stop that.]

I'm gonna fuck you raw.

[Now slick cock head pushes on up against him. Wait. There is a furry body making its way through the funniest cave ever. The old man doesn't see it because it's not an appendage of Freddy's body.]

[Dum dee dum dee dum. Wombat's looking for grub but this ain't no outback, what gives? Oh well, it keeps lumbering on around the pair of mating beasts. Freddy hasn't noticed it either. Yet.]

Put it in me, baby. Stick your cock in me.

[The kid groans, ass leaning back as if that's gonna help him swallow the wet head poised against him.]

You got it Freddy.

[Rather than putting his hand on his body, they brace on the pillar on both sides, paws on Freddy's for the first sink in. This'll be the only easy part.]

Oh fuck, baby.

[It's smooth but it ain't easy. Larry grunts really soaking in the sensation of this warm body under him taking his thick cock. The wombat snuffles around not yet noticed.]

[The sound Orange makes is wanton and unabashed, a stretch of a moan for the way White's girth stretches him out. Look fucking no hands too. He'd turn his palms back up to lock fingers if he didn't already need to hold on to the pillar.]

Fuck yes.

[Just the way Freddy Newendyke likes it. To think it's only been a year since he started taking it up the ass. The unnoticed big ball of fur has snuffled on closer to nudge against someone's leg. Could be bigger guy or the littler guy's leg. Who knows, wombat don't discriminate.]]

[Hands locked together go over Freddy's head. Now it's really gonna get rocking. Damn right here. Anyone could come by. And he won't give a care.

.....what the fuck is that against his leg? Larry shakes that foot and nudges whatever that is away. Sorta hard to look down when you're trying to be a human jackhammer.]

[Roll! The wombat shakes itself out and snorts as only a wombat can. Rude. Watch it make its hefty way up the stairs now. It's a special marsupial and it's fast. Up up up until the steps have it at eye level with them. Snrrk snrrk snttt snrk. It's telling Lawrence Dimick to kiss its round sturdy ass.]

..........

[What the absolute ever loving fuck. No fuck this and fuck wildlife. Freddy presses his cheek to the pillar as his hands slip out from under Larry's only so he can bend his arms and anchor his fingers around the old man's thick wrists. No fucking critter is going to get in their way again.]

Keep fuckin' me.

[The old man didn't get a good look at whatever the fuck was down there. It's gone now. Good. He doesn't think another thing of it. Balls swing as he keeps his pace.]

Y'don't give a fuck do you. No matter where.

[Wait. Now he sees it. Oh fuck. Freddy's touch gets him in a big way right on back to the moment. Sorry, critter. This wild fox is the only thing the old man wants to be occupied with. Larry places his cheek to Freddy's and grinds in balls deep.]

That fucker wants to watch.

[Wouldn't be the first time animal eyes were on them as they rut.]

[The kid huffs and puffs in reply, thin and reedy for the pounding to his prostate.] No matter where.

[Oh heeeeeelllll no. Snrt snrt snnkk. The wombat snuffles some more before lumbering on up. It seems to know where it's going, not that Freddy's even paying attention. Shit animals watching is just a nuisance, an interruption waiting to happen.]

You wanna--[Groan.]--show off.

[Freddy argues only to sigh and moan some more. Honestly, the kid would not mind getting his ass wrecked by the old man in front of an audience. Preferably all male. Preferably all whacking off to the sight.]

[All of those sounds are particularly appealing as they echo. Larry looks away and misses the wombat's exit.]

Show you off? Show how I can make you sound?

[How he can make him feel. The old man pulls back farther and farther, almost out before setting up a brutal pace. There's hardly a second between thrusts. It makes Larry's skin tingle the way their skin is slapping together.]

Uh huh.

[Freddy answers in the affirmative but then just as quickly he's swallowing his words in a gasp. Don't pull out don't pull out please don't pull out--yes. That deep sinking thrust evokes an unintelligible sound from Freddy that still clearly translates to satisfaction and pleasure. Freckled fingers tighten on his wrists. His cheek feels red hot where it touches Dimmy's skin.]

Make me cum, outlaw.

[Sure enough Orange is already leaking at the tip of his neglected cock. That's how fucking aroused and ecstatic he is.]

I'm sure gonna.

[Because he won't be able to last longer. Freddy feels too fucking perfect and tight. Every gasp and groan is like an intimate touch. Usually they're all over one another like octopus. This compressed, intense fucking somehow is just as intimate.]

Can you feel it building on up?

[Stopping fast he grinds on in again deep as he'll fit. Maybe the kid can taste his precum too. Larry is panting, growling voice drops low to a ragged whisper.]

If you cum right now I'll eat you out at the apartment.

Oh yeah I feel it.

[He rushes out in a breath quickly because a low long groan is right on its heels. Fuck. Freddy clenches his teeth together, grunting, only to open his mouth and lick his lips like he tastes something utterly irresistible. Could be his precum, could be the sex in the air.]

Fuck, Larry.

[The kid was going to give 'warning' so to speak but his orgasm arrives just a split second sooner, staining the pillar with his load. In the stairwell there's no doubt about Freddy's voice echoing off the walls, carrying his goddamn pleasure up a few landings where a wombat wiggles its nose in distaste.]

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