whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Oh. He will. And he'll take a sip first. No big deal.]

Oh it was, man. The whole fucking thing. You don't go asking for it all at once. That's how a guy gets burned. Having you look at it while I was whizzing was going to be the peak of it. I didn't go in trying to get action. Sorta was a hope.

[Man on man, though. He smiles wide and pats at the closest knee.]

Would you have sucked me down even if I was fifteen?

[And he was eighteen. Or...well, yeah. Right now wouldn't be a good age for that. They got laws against that.]

Yeah right.

[With regards to Larry not trying to get action. He put his dick out on display, that's trying. A pat pat patting to his knee works like a heavy palm stroking fur, calming Freddy down although he's not so riled up to begin with.]

Yes.

[He answers simply with regards to sucking down a fifteen year old Lawrence Dimick. No specifics for his own age either. Freddy takes a slow deep ambiguous drag of his cigarette.]

Okay then smartass. Would you have been revved up and a willing party if I went and grabbed you?

[He would love to demonstrate except Freddy is in no condition for horse play. Not yet. That almost upsets the old bear more harshly then he wants to admit. Blonde stole that. Even if it wasn't their lives he has a nasty impact.

Lousy ugly fucking shithead.]

You could go to jail for that one officer.

[play it cool. Simple. Light.]

Uh huh.

[He answers just as simply. Smoke smoke. Hand out for his beer again already. Is there something on TV? Looks like a show aboutdesperate housewives.]

You can go to jail for a lot of things. If you don't snitch on me nobody's gonna bother until mom or dad call in. Cops got better things to do than check ID at Make Out Point.

[Puff.] If you called me in would you at least tell'em it was the best fuckin' blowjob you ever got in your life?

[Bullshit he thinks, except...maybe not. Young Freddy for all his blushing didn't put up no fuss. And those words could have easily just been nerves and the young bear taking things differently.

Larry's well trained and gets that beer.]

I woulda kept my mouth shut and come back for more.

[Again and again and... Man. How many times did he unload? He tries to keep count privately.]

Don't wanna stop a good thing, you know?

[Good bear. Freddy takes the beer and sips.]

Oh I know. You're kind of greedy like that.

[For the record, he unloaded actual cum only twice. The following three orgasms were all dry for the most part.]

[His hand stays free knowing that Freddy's gonna want him to put it down so he rubs his belly idly.]

Can't help it. I didn't know much about myself but I knew what felt good. Blow jobs feel good.

[And rough hands feel better than lotion moisturized, small hands.

Oh. They all sorta ran together up Freddy's ass in the lap then on all fours then on his back.]

When you get em from someone you can trust and who's ready to give em out...it's only natural to take advantage. Of course even at fifteen I'd know you don't give something for nothing.

[You're correct, Mr. White. After another sip he passes the beer back to him for removal. Sometimes it really pays to be a prince of sorts.]

Fair enough. Blowjobs feel great. [Orange adds. What a nice paw too.] Bullshit like you weren't getting something out of it too. You'd want me, you'd see it, uncut and all, wondering how something like that feels up your ass.

[Spoilers; it's not all that different. What Larry lacks in a skin he makes up for in length and girth. It makes a guy wonder what his dick would've been like had he kept his. Freddy's perfectly happy with the one he's got anyway.]

Are you asking me which end is my favorite? Is that it?

[Another sip from Freddy's beer before he places it down. Gotta watch out for his highness, after all.]

I'd wonder what it's like to have something close to that up in me.

[Huff. Back then Freddy didn't know. And at fifteen, Larry didn't either. He knew what it was like to be in some bright eyed girl's body.

He technically came five times. Five fucking times. Now he's got one in him each go. And if pressed he could unload three times in a day. When was the last time he had a dry orgasm? Le sigh.]

If I knew then what I'd known now...maybe I woulda tried if a nice guy like you had been around.

[Guy or man. He doesn't specify because they haven't yet. If there was an older man like Freddy though, and his comic books and understanding... Lawrence Dimick knows he would have wanted to be at least a friend in a heartbeat. This is the sort of guy that's loyal, honest and won't go boozing and schmoozing or ruining life for a little guy.]

[Aw shucks Freddy can't keep the act up for too long. He sets his cigarette down on the rim of the nearest ash tray so he can turn in Larry's lap and face the old man.]

You don't need to flatter me. It ain't gonna save you.

[Whether or not the flattery's really for himself or for Larry's own benefit. The kid frames his face in freckled hands to lean in for a kiss. It's not long but it's no peck either.] Besides, when you were fifteen I wasn't born yet.

[He teases.] And if I knew then what I know right now, being fifteen myself, I'd let your dirty thirty-something year old ass have mine. [Another kiss.] Over and over until I'm leaking.

[How's that for flattery? Orange doesn't think about how that refractory of his youth is really no longer available, because knowing what he does now, having met Larry in the now and not in the then, he's perfectly content with what the old man's already got.]

I'm only saying.

[At least he was before these terrific kisses. His eyes don't completely shut but his eyelids drop to savor. That's what you're supposed to do when a hell of a guy plants one on you. So it doesn't linger. Face to face means there's gotta be more.

Oh. He's right.]

Now how fair'd that be? [Leaning on in to return the favor.]

Fifteen's a lousy fucking age to get knocked up. ...I'd take care of you though, baby. No matter.

[Still, the gears are turning. There's ways to get that cheated with pills ain't it? Hmm. Larry's hands invite themselves under Freddy's shirt from behind to rub his back. Gently, gently.]

About as fair as me doing the same shit to you, right over the hood of my car.

[His squad car? His beat up family ride? The car they share here? A sports car? Anything goes in this rock and roll fantasy. Freddy purses his lips for another, then another.]

What a fucking gentleman you are.

[The kid pokes him in the chest, a reaction to those hands rubbing up his back.] I want a massage.

Hard time if it's daylight. It can get pretty hot on the surface.

[Eyes to see. Witnesses to snitch. Oh ho, there was that one time. Seems like so long ago. Except it was a dream, not a curse...not the same thing anyways.

All this talk is threatening to get him riled up. Except won't be too fun without Freddy getting in on it, in on him. There are other ways though.]

I believe in taking care of family. Leaving some pretty young thing in trouble is gonna weigh on my mind.

[Two paws.]

Back? Legs? You gotta gimme specifics because I can speak English.

[And this ain't no rub and tug.]

My back and shoulders, tough guy. You think it was easy street getting bent around like that?

[It's also left over soreness from the incident at the diner, aggravated only a little more by his once dislocated shoulder. They say after the first time it happens, popping it out of place just gets easier and easier. Freddy would rather avoid that, thanks.]

You're some kind of family man, huh?

[Alert alert, this sort of conversation could travel into dangerous 'discussing the future' territory.]

Okay. Okay. You get a massage. Might be better though if you turn around.

[He'll give his mug another kiss though.]

You do it so well, sometimes I forget it might hurt.

[Bull and shit really. He's just playing. Anything to make Freddy be more comfortable right now.]

I dunno. I might be. I never gave it too much thought. But if something did happen, I'm gonna want to take care of my baby. [Wait for it.] And my man.

[Turn around he does, right in his lap.]

Do I gotta get face down?

[No lie, Freddy enjoys toeing this edge between not hard and very hard. Heh heh heh. There's some ripped cabana boy doing much the same thing he's asking the old man to fulfill. He moves to stretch out on the couch.]

You gotta learn to clean up after the mess you make sometime.

[As the kid needs to learn on occasion too. Oh listen to that baby talk, fff. Larry can take this for what he will.] A real good daddy type, huh?

It will feel better face down.

[For a back rub. That is what they are talking about. Almost arousing. Neither of them fit the bill as a Cabana boy but they both can flirt like one. Why you gotta go be like that Freddy? He loves it and has to channel all that through massage.]

I'd never call you a mess. Just messy.

[Haha. All the love there as big hands and strong fingers knead at him]

Now I got no way of knowing if that is true. Me and kids...

[Little kids. Real ones. This one he has will never give him children...in the conventional way. Except there are ways, Dimmy.]

Hah hah hah--

[Oh that feels good. The kid manages not to writhe...too much...under the old man's paws. Now what's this about no way of knowing? Does it mean what Freddy thinks it means? He thinks about addressing it but decides against the notion, maybe it's too soon or too close to home. Maybe he's afraid of discussing that kind of future only to ruin very good dreams.]

Sure won't stop you from trying, huh?

[A redirect, yep, that's a good one.]

[Man, he wasn't kidding when he said he needed to be rubbed. There is tension. And he knows it isn't all from injury. It's gotta be from the curse Oops. Young bears don't know their own strength or went to let up. Except that also means that young Freddy had a hell of a time.

That wasn't a bad curse. Not by Larry's count. It got to give em something more positive to think about and feel. Something that's not rage or violation from Blonde. If one of them would have died there wouldn't be any smiles or easy jokes. Not by a long shot.

Paws keep at it. Just a wonderful excuse to lay hands on him. He's leaving relaxation and some red marks (that will fade) with his touch.]

Wait a minute here. [Even though he asks for Freddy to stop, he pauses.] We're gonna keep on trying to knock you up. That's just not gonna stop, you get me?

[At his own expense, because he's fifty fucking years old he adds.]

I might be outta time but you're not off the hook.

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[Heh heh heh.] Stop talking like you've got some kind of body clock. You're not a lady.

[Freddy teases, giving an oh so casual super cool shrug under those heavy paws. If he didn't have a hell of a good time as a teenager getting railed in his secret tree fort they wouldn't be here like this right now. Just facts.]

You're not outta time. You've got all my time.

[Nevermind how a good amount of that time's spent on making the kid cum 2 or 3 to his 1. Larry enjoys it like that, right?]

Would you like me if I was a lady?

[Like he says, not love. Looks like it's turned into weird question time. Don't worry, Freddy. Paws are back in motion working hard to make amends.]

You got a lot more time left. [He said all.] Thanks.

[The old man prides himself on making the kid cum as much as possible. It sure would be nice to somehow have the kid try his hand. That'd make him last longer, be more open to reindeer games. When you only have one good blow, you don't want to waste it. Hmm and hmm. He's gonna have to do some reading. Embarrassing or not, they almost got fucking killed. Again. Why waste time?]

Maybe.

[What a trap of a question. Fff. The kid's not going to fall for it nope nope nope. Oh that's better. His body seems to loosen up under every roll of pressure from those paws.]

You're...welcome.

[Freddy manages to say around a low stretched moan of satisfaction.]

But I ain't no madman.

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