"Mr. White" AKA Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
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But I ain't no madman.
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[He mentions, and the tarp too, though Freddy makes no motion to lay out on either surface completely. The younger kid's letting the older kid take the lead. Nothing wrong with that is there? In any case it seems like 'the lead' is urging for all their clothes to come off first. That's fine. Freddy lets go of Larry to do just that though the way he peels at his own clothes expresses a sense of urgency and want. He might be shy about it but there's no denying how much he desires it.]
How much is it gonna hurt first?
[Freddy asks, because Larry's been there. It hasn't occurred to him to ask about lube either. He's woefully inexperienced.]
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[So he is thinking. Ahem. Larry sets his shirt aside with Freddy's jacket. and reaches to spread on out the sleeping bag since it appears to not be bagged up. He sort of stops and looks the other boy's way.]
It'll be...a whole lotta pressure and tension. It shouldn't hurt, hurt.
[Shouldn't. He fusses with the sleeping bag to make sure it's all flat even though he was fearful of its distraction. It's what Freddy wants. He's never fucked a guy before. Larry's got to make it good if he can't make it special.]
I got some condoms. We can use that to make sure it won't hurt.
[Even if he might use just one for the job. Now that that is done, he pulls himself, with Freddy mostly on top of him to the sleeping bag. ]
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[However much it's going to hurt. The kid nods, noticing the way he pats the bag down like it's a distraction. Is Larry nervous too? Shy? Hasn't he done this before? Or is it because Freddy's so fucking willing. Oof. The pull on him to rest on top makes him blush as much as he did when they were taking care of each other's dicks.]
I'm ready for it. [The kid insists looking down into the bigger kid's eyes.]
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[Because he wants it. That's how it should be. Nerves are coming on through as he hopes he can make it good, and not to skimp on any opportunity for Freddy to have a way out. Once the kid is on his dick, it'll be too late.]
There-there's a few ways to do it, you know. Like with a girl.
[Which Freddy is absolutely not.]
Like this might be okay. Face to face. Then [he licks his dry lips, no lie the thought of this is very, very tempting] we could try other ways.
[His paws fumble with the contents of his backpack until he finds two condoms. One alone will be devoted to lubing up Freddy's ass.]
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Whatever's--gonna work, man.
[He huffs, so fucking hard and wanting.] I just wanna get on you, Larry....
[Is that unromantic of Freddy? Despite the way his body moves suggesting he'd be delighted to fuck him face to face.]
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[A paw gets a good hold of one of those bobbing ass cheeks and takes a squeeze. Woah, tiger. He lets out a shaking breath and continues to peel open one of the condom packets. Pulling whatever he can now there will be a cold wet smearing around Freddy's ring piece.]
Can't rush this part. I gotta...[sniff, he means to clear his nose but there's a full and heady smell of whatever soap, shampoo or whatever it is that the kid smells like] gotta make sure you can fit me.
[At least two fingers. He smears the lube around and around. Face to face lets him have a first row seat to see his reactions as he slowly presses his pointer through.]
Relax.
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[He whines from the pawing to his ass, so fucking good it is too. Jesus Freddy can't believe it, here he is naked straddling a much older boy he's been eyeballing throughout the year, ready to push his dick into his ass--fuck.]
That's cold.
[Not quite like his frozen drink but close. Just look at the kid's expression turn into a squint followed by a shudder from his shoulders.]
Okay. Make me fit.
[On him, around him, fucking him. One deep exhale has him slowly loosening up those muscles, only to tighten around his finger because, well, because Freddy's never had anything up there.]
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[Pull back some before pushing on forward again, a little deeper and a little harder each time. Not sure of what to do with his other hand, Larry rubs Freddy's belly.]
You...ever do something like this on your own?
[To get a gauge of how much prep this will take. He might have another condom in his bag. That'll be two to three worth of lube. The third might be better just used to help too.
Because Freddy's very unlikely to carry anything. Larry's clean. He's never been up inside another man unwrapped. His heart pounds and cock stays firm just thinking about it.]
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[The kid admits a little shamefully, as if maybe he should have played around with himself, not just jacking off but fucking himself too. Maybe that just shows how ashamed he once was. Still is to some extent, but not with Larry here.]
Holy shit, what're you doin'?
[Freckled fingers clutch at broad shoulders as he leans his face into the crook of the other guy's neck. You just got him in the prostate, Lawrence Dimick.]
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Okay. It's better like this.
[Even if he did say he was a complete expert, the big kid would take it slow to prep with his fingers. Fingers that pause before repeating at that clutch.]
This? That's a part of you, Freddy.
[Or so he has been told.]
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[He doesn't mean it in a harsh way, just a way that's mildly impatient with remarks like that when his finger is already up his ass, prepping it for his cock.]
Keep doing it.
[Freddy insists, face back in the crook as his hips rock back, back and farther down on his finger. The moan he gives here is undeniably pleasured.]
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I'll be able to do it more with my cock.
[A few more passes, and really though he loves to have Freddy move. It's a confident, independent action with a direct command. His neck feels hot with Freddy at it not really doing much but breathing and emoting.]
Cool it some, here comes another finger.
[The first nearly slips all the way out before he pairs the two together. Back go going slowly. This is not like fingering a girl.]
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[That boyish question comes out before he can really think it over. Promises from a guy he barely knows despite fancying him for almost a year. Promises like he actually cares for them, for him, maybe he does and that's the scariest part.]
Jesus...
[Two fingers. He's riding two fingers. Listen to him keen and moan against that darker neck now. His fingertips are pressing marks into his skin. Freddy has to lift his head out of that curve to look at him and speak.] I'm gonna--
[Whoops. There goes another load, not as big as the first but still enough to dress Larry's stomach in fresh stains.]
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[Like he's a special effect in a movie or an impressive bicycling trick. He openly marvels as Freddy shakes. That was so soon. These big clumsy hands are making him feel so good. Each moan sort of makes his prick bob more as it's swelled on up to capacity with blood.]
Go on.
[Keep at it. Oh God Freddy looks, sounds, feels so good... His fingers are still moving because that's still only two fingers. He's so still tight. They scissor and spread even as they reach deeper. Sure helps spread the lube.]
Promise it'll get even better.
[Larry'll take care of him every step of the way. It won't be like a rough shove into a corner and a whole lotta soreness.]
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[First a stutter, then a nod. He's sitting up higher now so he can rest his palms on the older kid's chest and even knead at his nipples. That's two for Freddy, one for Larry, now he practically owes it to the guy. The way he works his rear up and down on those fingers, grinding, thrusting, grinding, he only knows because of those pictures, those movies. Somewhere in the middle of thoughts of fucking this young man--that's what Lawrence Dimick is, a man--he wonders if he looks ridiculous as a boy just bobbing on his damn fingers.]
When're you gonna...put it in?
[Freddy asks, perhaps impatient, perhaps wanting to use his body to get Larry off.]
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[He sucks in a breath so hard and fast it comes out as a hiss. The grinding of his assets and the way he paws at him make about everything on him stand up straight.]
Now. Right now.
[Fingers withdraw to fumble and tear at another wrapper. The lube is directly for his cock. He bites his lip as the cool fluid on his hot skin is so harsh a contrast.]
Okay. Here.
[That is one swollen cut cock head pushing to breech his ringpiece.]
Take it. Don't-don't force.
[Shit. SHIT. That's what you call tight.]
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[Freddy pants softly showing off that funky colored tongue from all the sweet stuff. Larry's not the only one enjoying the way his face twists from pleasure, and his cock's not even in yet.]
--oh god.
[Not quite fingers, nope, but the smooth shape of it goes in fairly easily after being made somewhat pliable. It's the rest of him that's going to be a fucking trip, that second ring of muscle he knows is there but underestimates.]
Keep going, man...
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[Too late to suggest going back to fingering. Larry is sure if they let up now he would fucking die.]
I...gotta go slow just-[there is an exasperated, shattering sigh] until I fit.
[Shallow shaking thrusts start like a knocking writing for the right slip to let him in.]
Relax. Breathe.
[Fat chance. He can hardly keep it together. Precome helps slick the way at least.]
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[Relaxing. Trying. Freddy whines just as he buries his face back into the crook of Larry's neck. The motion alone helps him to sink down around the older kid more. Not completely, but more.]
Sh-shit...harder than I thought, huh?
[Figuratively and literally. Freddy takes in another deep breath letting the following exhale bring him closer to a slip of muscle. He's feeling a little dull soreness already, yet not enough to stop.]
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Tight.
[Obvious observation as it might be he wants to say he loves it, how perfect it is.]
Doesn't hurt?
[Paws slip on down to cup at both cheeks of his ass. He looks upward and even though he can't see the sky he's thanking and pleading with God. Please don't let something like this blow on by so soon. Careful shallow thrusts keep at it. Except his balls are feeling unbearably tight.
He'll probably come and they're not even started with the real deal.]
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[That's another way of saying 'a little' but the more he thrusts the more that soreness seems to either disappear or Freddy's simply getting used to it. In either case he's ready to move on to the next stage, ready to level up. His rear grinds back on his dick and in his large firm hands. Likewise these hands, though not as big, are still pawing and kneading at his chest.]
Fuck me, Larry.
[Up and down, over his jacked muscles. What does he do to look so fucking good at eighteen??]
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[Moving with him now.]
I'm-I'm gonna...[gulp] I'm trying not to--[come. He feels so stupid and so right all at once. This is not how it's supposed to be done. And Freddy is not the sort of person this is supposed to be done with. A guy, a guy he likes and wants to be around. Larry's got no bouncy tits but it feels so great to be pulled and squeezed like that.]
Wait--wait a minute.
[Because he's coming. No fucking way of helping it. Thinner than it was, he's really now coating the path he's blazed so far. without a doubt he'll be back for more.
Fuck. He was going to put on a condom. Was.]
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[Freddy insists in a tone that's become thin and reedy for the way their bodies are moving together, harsh and sweet all at once. Look at the kid, he's got sweat on his brow.]
Come on, Larry--
[When the older one unloads he doesn't expect to feel it quite like that so it comes as a surprise. Green eyes narrow like he's in pain yet the noise he's making? That's the sound of a kid getting his rocks off. He's out of cum himself but that doesn't mean he can't orgasm. It's not quite dry either what with the shine of wetness at the tip of his own cock.]
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And it's tighter. Oh fuck he's coming too. Larry just let's himself sink as far as he can and just...stay there as the shakes keep on going through him.]
Oh God.
[Big arms go around him now to just...hold him tight.]
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Shit...
[Fucking amazing. Also kind of fucking painful but the pay off was fucking worth it. His ass is still tight around Larry, tight enough that he really has no plans to move off him.]
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