But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

[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.

[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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?

[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Larry pauses to look at it. It's like a teddy bear and a bunny rabbit got together. The off spring somehow wins over in looks by a nose.]

Only when people think they can just waltz on in. Invite only, don't you know.

[He half turns and points at the bundle.]

[orangetoughguy]

[That almost qualifies for the c-word, cute, almost. Almost. Stupid fuzzy beast with a big nose and weird ears and face and stuff. How come a bunch of them couldn't have surrounded them at the beach? Fff.]

Some people like to windowshop, it don't hurt anybody.

[Orange may or may not have just dropped a hint regarding his own ideas of what constitutes a fun experience. The animal only twitches, undisturbed as they pass by.]

[whitetwoguns]

Some people.

[Best leave sleeping...things lie. The wombats were not at the shore because they're smart. They know what was around. Two fucks that haven't been to Australia wouldn't know that.]

People like you?

[Like he's gotta wonder. The old man is growing wise to Freddy and his ways.]

[orangetoughguy]

Maybe.

[Freddy gives a casual shrug like it ain't no thing but his mouth purses to make a smoke ring.]

I'm not the guy who caught a donkey show in Tijuana. Jamaica. Wherever you went.

[whitetwoguns]

I watched. Participating would be something else.

[Look at this shit eating grin though, Freddy. Damn. Larry keeps on walking because when he gets the kid next he's not gonna wanna let go until he's good and slobbered on all over.]

[orangetoughguy]

I'm not recruiting a donkey for you.

[Freddy quips as if that's the point, hehehe. It's like shaking his tail and teasing Larry Dimick to get specific on his wants. Or, to talk a spade a spade, teasing.]