whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Where do you--wanna go, man?

[He asks around a hard swallow of restraint. He's so tight it's obvious he can't just go for fucking him just yet. The wait only makes the prize sweeter. Plus he has to map a course of action for the guy at his own request. That's what some people call romantic. His hands are rubbing from hips to thighs and back again as much as that paw is kneading over his chest. As far as Freddy knows everything is in normal working order.]

There you go, Larry. [He's balls deep in Mr. White. Who else can claim this? Orange grins against his ass.] Comfortable?

A joy ride.

[The laugh starts but sort of peters off to a moan. Snug right up against his prostate but not really doing much there. Man, how is it that he bottoms frequently enough and stays like this? Better yet, that's a good question for Freddy. Does that have something to do with his body or that's all he can do when he's not plugged up with Dimick cock.

That rubbing really gets goosebumps starting here and there. All the hair bristles pleasantly much like some of it right up against his ass.]

Yeah. Feel like I'm...sitting pretty here.

[He sighs shakily, but it's out of pure joy.]

So. I gotta know something...and you gotta tell me the truth.

[Since they gotta pause a few moments longer. Loving, big paws rub up to cup his cheek to look him in the face.]

[A joy ride he says. He'll give him the joy ride of his life, or of the month at least because topping the old guy ain't no once in a blue moon affair. Fuck that. Freddy gives his butt a hard smack for the way he moves in time with his grinding. It's almost like a game of chicken waiting to see who's going to give in first--er...what? Paws at his cheeks make him blush though at this point it's hard to tell if it's from being stuck up inside Larry or from the way he just knows how to handle Freddy Newendyke.]

Yeah....? What is it? [Got him right where you want him, Dimmy.]

[Those delicious caramel apple eyes are really off set by the flush of new color. And all of that is over those freckles. It almost makes him feel bad to ask him something so dirty and wicked.]

How do you stay so tight hung up on big dick?

[Here, he'll cushion that a little with grinding up on him. It takes his own breath away and starts to add color to his own face and cheeks.]

Might need tips.

[Especially if this works out the way he thinks it is going to.]

.....

[Really? Really? Okay, old man, you asked for it. Two can play at this game. Freddy grinds back with an equal amount of steadiness and ease. He beckons for Larry to curl over closer. They're in their own home, sure, but this needs to be whispered.]

I'll tell you a secret, okay? Something I ain't ever told anybody.

[Freddy shakes his head.] When I was in college I had to do this project on astronomy, something about catching Venus near Orion's Belt. I had to head up to the observatory, you know the big one in Griffith Park? James Dean? Everything I know about the sky I learned from comic books so I had no fuckin' idea what I was doing up there. I kinda just kicked around with my backpack, looked over LA, I thought maybe I gotta sneak in to get the telescope cause I'm not paying for some VIP membership just to get an A. Well this other guy up there, I'd seen him in the place where I was, writing some I don't know what in his notebook. He looked like a real smart scientist type, probably some professor over at UCLA. Handsome, brunette, shaved, glasses.

[This is going somewhere, Lawrence Dimick, honest.]

[Have one low, drawn out moan because that's just the sort of feeling he gets spreading out from that bundle of nerves stuck up inside of him. Naturally he'll have to curl closer.]

Uh-uh huh.

[Gotta focus on the words. What the hell sorta picture is this? Gulp.]

Then what?

I couldn't work up the nerve to talk to him, to ask him for help you know? Me I'm just this transplant from Fresno, I don't know what's going on. I think he caught my drift cause he started talking to me. Turns out my hunch was right, but the college was wrong, he was a professor at USC.

[If there was ever another mystery to unfold about Freddy Newendyke it's how he can flap his jaws while someone's sitting right here on his dick.]

And he had a private membership to get to the real big fucking telescope. So you know I try to play it cool, I tell him I'm a student at Cal State, I got this project to do. Back then I didn't really get it like I do now but the whole time he kept his eyes all over me. Up down, front back, everything. Eventually he asks if I need to look through the big lens I tell him fuck yeah I wanna see the big lens. It was after dark, perfect fucking condition to see Venus. This guy tells me he can do a private showing, don't need a guide or a line or anything. I tell him to sign me up.

[He grinds into Larry some more, palms and thumbs kneading into his thighs.]

So he gets me into the telescope room, this is the big motherfucker telescope, the one that pokes out of the dome, you gotta sit in a special chair to use it. It's just me and him. He tells me to get in the seat so I do it cause I wanna see this shit you know? I see him put his arms around me and fuck I can't blush in front of this guy but he's really just fixing the gears and rulers or whatever to level with me. [Because he's short.] Well it's too late the cat's already out of the bag I can't stop thinking about putting him in the chair and sitting on his dick.

[It's such a struggle to listen. No room for regret at all. Larry could beat off while just sitting here except that would mean the kid has one through and through. Stick it out, man. Open and listen.]

It's the quiet ones.

[See? Listening. Paws rub right on back at Freddy's shoulders and into his hair. Larry half wonders if he doesn't keep his thighs tense or knees to the ground that he'd fucking squish the kid.]

So didja? [Panting, it might be ruffling that blonde brown hair that's going wherever it likes.] Didja take his cock up your ass?

[Right now Freddy's out of this world uncut piece feels especially telescopic if we're gonna think about proportions. Hopefully the gun oil will remain slick as promised. There needs to be something to cause friction between them.]

[Now now, he's smaller than the old man but he ain't delicate. The kid can absolutely take more of his weight on his lap. It's if he's going to be slamming his ass up and down on his pelvis like a wrestler that might be too much. For now though, the weight, the intensity of just being snug inside him, all the pawing. It's perfect. He just needs to start fucking Larry already, but Freddy ain't finished yet.]

No. You're the first cock I ever took up my ass, remember? You broke me in, baby.

[Freddy teases, so close when he wets his lips he might taste Larry's too.]

I thought about it though. I wasn't thinkin' about Venus when he told me to look through the scope, all I heard was show me your ass. Fucking tough situation. I shook myself out of it, told myself I couldn't just hop on some stranger's cock. I couldn't even look at him at that point, I didn't wanna pop one right in the observatory, so I stuck my face against the thing. The sky was crystal fucking clear but stars, galaxies, all that didn't stop shit. I thought about what I already had in my dorm, what I could sneak in, maybe something I could pick up on my way back just to have something in my ass. I was finally seriously thinkin' about trying it, you know?

[Look at these flush cheeks.] I started feeling really really warm, figured I was getting horny and nothing could save me now. The guy, he asks me kind of real unsure, "Do you see something...?" Shit it's the end of the line for you, Freddy. Then it happened, this burning red light I don't know what just shoots over the whole fucking lens, right out of the sky and right down through the scope, over the whole fucking room. I could feel radiation changing my DNA, giving me some kind of superpower...!

[Stop him now or he'll just keep going, Dimmy.]

Okay.

[Oh. Oh he lets himself fall a little into that kiss except his jaw keeps flapping. Stick it out. It's gotta be coming. Something, he says. It sounds juicy. Real juicy. Enough to get the old man to lean back and grip his shoulders while grinding. It's really teasing that broad, curved cock head pressing heavily then not so much.]

And? [Wait...] Jesus Christ. [Wasted time. Damn, kid. He pulls himself up on that cock and then rocks on downward. No more games.]

[Hahahahahahaha gotcha, Lawrence Dimick--]

Aw fuck!

[Freddy groans loud and clear for the friction induced by a (not so) surprising thrust. Just as planned.]

[There's more where that came from. It's the first two or so that are the hardest. Settling into a pace and not just sticking on on that cock. Felt better than he thought it would to stick like that.]

Freddy, feels so--

[Muscles work in his thighs and legs to move him up and down like a jockey. That seems more accurate than a bicycle. Up and down motion with the grinding... Oh well. A ride is a ride. His balls swing a little heavily with the motion. The rest of him keeps it easy and controlled.]

Fuck me.

[In case he needed the invite.]

Holy shit.

[Watching that big old body work on his cock paced like a fucking jockey is goddamn amazing. Who knew Lawrence Dimick had it in him? Actually Freddy Newendyke knew he had it in him, that's why he strung him along with a story, heh heh heh. Fucking worth it to see him use his body so near recklessly.]

Okay.

[He says in a soft almost submissive voice, just to counteract the grip he puts on Larry's thighs--possessive and marking--and the hard up pace he uses to thrust against his ass.]

[And just like that his breathing and moaning take a higher, louder pitch. Freddy's hands keep him solidly in the moment but the rest of him is trying to get pinned up on the ceiling. Hairy thighs stay apart to steadily ride along. Could be Larry's imagination but certain strikes really do make him shake. Just what happens when you're getting beautiful direct contact to your prostate. His heavy cock is up and swinging with the motion. Precum now and then spears on either of their bellies.]

Fuck. Oh fuck.

[It takes a lot of effort to move like this. Sweat gathers on his skin. That means he's still going.]

You're gonna make me cum.

I want to.

[Freddy manages to groan out as he relinquishes one grip on Larry's thigh to wrap his freckled fingers around that bouncing dick. He pumps his fist without any build up, just hard and fast like his hips are working on his ass.]

Cum all over me, tough guy.

[He already felt it in his gut. Now it'll be a true test. Whatever happens from here will be determining if he uses the whole dosage he purchased. Rather than letting his head swim with all of that Lawrence Dimick gets easily pulled into the feeling.]

Oh God.

[Clawing paws at his shoulder and in his hair as he can't fucking decide to kiss him or not so his mouth sorta hangs open and moves against his skin.]

Freddy--

[His orgasm hits his gut first and makes him clench tight around the kid. Larry wants to keep on going. Freddy's milking hand really gets the best results as it hauls up all he's got with each pass. One whole load. Like usual.]

[If he could he'd reach up and kiss the old man but with the weight bearing down on him (heh) and the athleticism it takes to thrust up into him while jacking him off, Freddy just can't do it without sacrificing one of those other elements. He promised to cum, that's got to happen.]

Do it, Larry.

[The kid pants hot and heavy, unrelenting of his cock and his ass which without warning suddenly clenches down around him. Then he fills it full of his own hot load. Fucking mindblowing. ....Did they just come together?]

[Did they really? He doesn't need to ask out loud. Lawrence Dimick knows the feeling of cum up in his ass.]

You too. Gimme it.

[Sloppily rocking back on him and trying to urge his hand more. Whatever can come on out sooner. Like usual his cock reacts accordingly sorta gradual...maybe even slower than usual relinquish its hardness. He's too focused on trying to rock on Freddy's cock.

They fucking came together. Synchronized like clocks to one another. Larry now is feeling like he should have waited. He should have said something. Coming together is a special occasion on its own. A man can't untake a little pill.]

Shit, baby. [Open mouthed panting while he's slowed down makes him grip that jaw again to kiss.] I love being your bike.

I--am. [He groans and pants, still rocking up into him to make sure he's fully bred, fully knocked up.] Jesus...

[Freddy hasn't noticed the unusual behavior of Larry's cock just yet as he figures nothing's different today. There's no reason to speculate or suspect a thing. That kiss also helps to distract him from noticing anything else other than they just fucking came together. Fucking beautiful.]

Mmm... [Sounded against his lips.] Think it mighta been the other way around...

[Lips purse against his oh so sweetly while his paws spread the mess around. Only a little.]

Don't tell me you're all done, tough guy.

[His paw wraps around Freddy's and works his cock up and down between them.]

I think...you might have missed a spot. Maybe I should move, you know?

[Down on all fours. Twice. Even if it doesn't last, it would be a treat for his man. All that talk about staying tight up and everything, it'd make sense. Breathe, Dimick. Don't devote too much thought to it all. This is your man. He's gonna have a good time no matter how it goes.

Another sweet, sweet breathless kiss.]

[Huff huff puff. He brings a cum covered finger up between them for the taste of it, lips wiping it clean then away so he can speak. Because, it sounds like Lawrence Dimick is challenging him. A challenging over his endurance, his athleticism.]

Gimme...five minutes, outlaw. Don't do a damn thing.

[Freddy purses his lips against Larry's. Challenge fucking accepted, and to be certain, the old man is going to stay on all fours now. It's just a matter of what he knows they can do physically. How little Orange knows right now.]

C'mon. That's right. Do it.

[He's gripping at Freddy's hips so hard. Those rising welts are earned. Larry's own ass is tender, still slick with not one but two loads. This time the kid is gonna blow it bent over the table.]

Come.

[Now he's gonna let go and lean on into his body to grind, just as hard as when they started. Maybe a little more. Larry bites at his shoulder like a hungry bear as he saves the carpet and table from whatever load he'll have left.]

[Fortunately(?!) for the carpet and furniture it's not much more than a fucking dribble from the tip of his cock. There's a whole heck of a lot more evidence in what Larry's done to him by way of Freddy's face and voice. He grips the edge of the table so fucking tight.]

Oh fuck.

[He whines like he's fucking dying, back arching up against him as if drawn by a leash held by the old man's teeth.] Larry.

[Listen to that rasp. Look at the floppy hair sticking to his forehead. It's like Christmas all over again, or was it New Year's? Hell he can't remember the last time he was so thoroughly fucked out of his mind.]

Mmmmhmm.

[Smeared, appreciative kisses all over his shoulders.. It's exhilarating as much as it is tiring. Except he feels one thing for sure...

Still on he hard side.]

Shit. [Held up tight as he rides out the remainder of his finish. He holds the dribble in his paw. Maybe he'll unload himself again. Maybe.]

Beautiful, man.

Goddamn...man...

[Heave and huff and puff. His body falls slack against the table now, comfortably pinned by the big old bear's weight, and also his dick which has stood up marvelously for the last three rounds. What's up with that?]

You--doin' something different...? The gym or what?

[Yes in Freddy Newendyke's world something like not having a long refractory period is curable by a couple miles on the treadmill and benchpresses.]

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