whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

Oh fuck.

[Hot damn. A reaction like that leaves the old man in awe he kisses at Freddy's heated cheek. He's waits until he knows that more hammering won't do any harm. Those vital seconds are fucking tight. It makes him so proud.]

Shit, sheriff. That all you got? No more?

[Slight teasing. How much more can Freddy give? Larry shivers and lays into him again. The wombat is going to get another sound shout. For now more slapping of skin together. Any second now. He must give himself something to eat on out of the kid.]

[Even though he's streaked the pillar with his cum already Freddy has to let go of one wrist to wrap his fingers around himself. A few strokes to milk out the rest, which isn't much at all. He's spent.]

Fuck man, I t-think so... [Breathe, Newendyke,] Fill me up.

[The prospect of having to walk up the stairs with White's load in him sounds like a perfect mess.]

[Knowing that the kid has to finish himself off with his hand just does it for the old bear. He stiffens and then breaks out in ragged shivers. They can milk themselves together. There's a healthy, hot load right on up inside the kid's ass. It's about a night or so in the making.]

That's it baby.

[A few deep hitting thrusts while he's hard to ensure that it stays up there for a while.]

Oh fuck.

[Freddy moans like he's in pain, sharp and twisting pain deserving of a bloody backseat except his seat is perfectly intact, just stretched and filled to the fucking brim. It feels great having White pump everything he's got into his ass. No real pain here.]

Good, man...the whole lot...

[Out goes his tongue again as if he can taste their sex in the air.]

[Larry moves his head just so to put out his own tongue. How about that for taste?]

Mmm. [Awkward messy sideways kiss with tongue. No blood but sharp and twisting is something that he can relate to, they really are a mess now. Sweat and panic from earlier, all sorts of work and now bodily fluids. They lead a charmed life.]

That gonna be okay by you until we're upstairs?

[Not pulling out just yet but now he's bobbing up farther and farther. The longer they're like this the higher the risk of getting caught. ...would it be so bad? Privately Larry believes that they have a higher chance of being seen by someone who won't mind seeing in the City.]

[However messy or awkward it might be Freddy cranes his neck to ensure their tongues touch at some point. As if his dick in his ass wasn't connection enough. Escaping mad crazy animals warrants all the bodily fluids they can swap.]

I guess...we're gonna see.

[Freddy answers without much conviction, like it doesn't matter to him if he starts leaking his goddamn semen now or upstairs. The idea that Larry pumped him full of so much cum it's making a sticky mess of his thighs is appealing. It's like Robert Plant said, squeeze his lemon until the juice runs down his leg. Not so bad at all.]

[They are a mess. That's the truth of it. In suits or after a shower, they're still a strange mess of men who by all rights should not be as they are. A cop loving a crook, a crook loving a cop...maybe it's one of the signs of the end times.]

Well. [Huff. Puff.] Okay then.

[If he wasn't sure that he'd fall asleep after food and a shower, the old man would try to jump the kid with colossal help. Paws slowly let go from his white knuckle hold, rubbing on down his shoulders, ribs to hips.]

I'm gonna pull on out.

['Okay then,' he says...as if he doesn't want to find out first hand, hah. Freddy sounds out another low soft moan for all that rubbing. Feels good, really he could stand to stay like this for a little long but they're in a stairwell and who knows who or what might come by unannounced.]

Okay.

[He nods once, twice, the exhales slow and steady to relax his body for the inevitable separation.]

[Oh he could stay like this for as long as he's hard. Sigh. One more kiss to his neck and there he goes. Slowly, slowly now.]

Daaamn.

[The vowel is extended. Even though he knew what he was in for, that doesn't mean the after math is something that you can grasp. Every roller-coaster has to drop. Wait. It would do better to compare it to a high.]

Good game.

[With a pleasant pat to the kid's behind.]

[Larry's not the only one moaning over that slow pull. Fuck is it wonderful.] Great play.

[Like they scored a touchdown in the last few precious seconds. Fuck his asshole feels a little sore but it's a good kind of dull sting, a feeling that Larry's already indirectly promised to massage by virtue of his tongue eating out what's left. Sounds like a fair post-game wrap up to him. He pulls his pants back up, zip and everything, but he leaves the button undone. Heh.]

Oh yeah.

[MVP. The old man tucks himself back in and feels that he's got to leave his belt undone. Since his dress shirt is long enough it'll fall over some of it. Brown eyes take on in how the kid looks all pumped full of cum and done over.]

You know what people'll are gonna say when they see you.

[Watch these shirt-wiped fingers comb through his own floppy blonde brown hair. Nothing doing. Pumped full of cum, freshly fucked, recently escaped from fucking crocodiles and crazy birds. All in a day's work.]

What're they gonna say.

They'll say there's a hard living man. Some are gonna shake there heads and others are gonna smack their lips.

[While he says this the old bear is getting a cigarette. Just what you do, Newendyke. The lighter clinks as it opens.]

[Make that two cigarettes now, one Marlboro to go with a Chesterfield. Light him up, please.]

Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about the ones undressing me with their fuckin' eyes?

Weed out which ones get to look you in the eye.

[First inhale, staring right on at this man. The old man doesn't even need to imagine, he knows for a fact what's under those clothes.]

See what goes from there.

[How you like them apples? He smirks a little to himself and starts to move on.]

[Dirty dirty Dimick. Just the way he likes it. A few smoke rings follow Larry on up in time with Freddy's steps.]

What you got strict standards now?

[The kid quips like it's comparing racing horses and jockeys. Oh look who's decided to make a mess of someone's discarded laundry bag on the next landing. The wombat's curled up in some towels and snoozing.]

But I ain't no madman.

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