whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

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.]

You really wanna know?

[He whispers into his ear as he grinds up as deep as he'll go. No warm load there. Larry did most definitely have an orgasm not long after Freddy the second time. It's getting hard to catch his breath, there's another not far.]

Kinda....

[Oh hell, the way he whispers that just makes him think of his little observatory bullshit. Just desserts they say. But all the grinding and feeling so opened up while spent empty is great. He could wrap himself up in Lawrence Dimick and not care about anything else.]

Okay.

[A sweet kiss on the cheek.]

Remember when you and me got together with that curse?

[So... now would be a good time to pull out so he can work the rest of it out in his hand. Poor kid looks like he's really finished up. Besides, he has a hand of natural lube....would that be insulting? No. He started it with Freddy, he'll finish it with Freddy.

Grinding, grinding. The old man sighs and moans in the kid's ear. Close, concentrated movements.]

Mmm... [What a sweet sweet kiss.] Yeah? Teenagers right?

[Who could forget, heh. Ooh those grinding motions elicit a low satisfied moan.] What about it...

[He grinds back as much as a tired Newendyke can.]

Uh huh. Teenagers.

[He's got his own shuddering moan. So damn close, he can feel it. There's a stark difference in his balls. It won't be a shaking dry one this time. Even if it isn't a big one the release is going to be a great pay off.

You got a story to finish too old man.]

I-I don't remember the last time I fucked like that.

[Of his own free will. Not gassed up by a spider bitch or cursed.]

...I wanted to have that again. Freddy.

[Hard to lay it all out when you're voice is so strained. Give him a bit?]

[He's already cummed everything he's got yet every shake and shiver sends a shiver and shudder all across Freddy's body. So damn good. He reaches back to stroke his fingers through Larry's hair if he can.]

I think you got it back, Larry.

[The kid praises with a lazy smile. The guy is going to cum in him right? Even if it's a dry one?? He's waiting for that characteristic burst of power and loss of control White gets when he orgasms.]

[That's just what he's gonna get. Larry grips on him at his thigh and braces at the table too. Tight, sturdy grip with both paws. Tables don't bruise. Surprise, surprise there is some semen so that they both are liable to be knocked up. Some. Not the typical amount that sometimes has enough for him to clean up. To think that he had to get this far through with his hands or face. What a difference this makes.

Freddy can definitely touch on his hair the way he lets it drop against his back. It's like a blessing. So this was a good idea after all.]

Fuck!

[The strength of release really is when the pressure drops like it should. No several hour hard on. At least not this time.]

I wanted [trying to catch his breath now] to give that to you, man. Like you should, know?

[Larry, that's not an answer yet.]

[Even though the amount is smaller than his first load it's still something to savior, deep up in his sweet ass. Freddy sighs for getting to own every last drop.]

Jesus....you're so fucking good Larry.

[More stroking. More petting. More sweat and the smell of sex.] Y-you didn't have to...

[Last grinding because he means it, because he believes this is it.]

Yeah-yeah I did.

[To keep up with and satisfy this man. Shit now this brings a new dimension to going to those clubs or hauling around someone else. They haven't talked about that in a while.

Well. Maybe they ought to. Really though they should talk about this detail right now. Except the stroking, the petting...all the good feelings... why wreck that?]

I'm gonna pull out baby.

[Soothing rubs on the bruises he's made. The old man will have his share. Maybe scratches too.]

[No, you didn't have to, Freddy thinks to himself lazily but he's not going to argue with Larry either. As long as the old man's in good health, didn't push himself too much, as long as he's happy, holding out to this challenge was a great thing. He's fucking satiated and spent but he'll never demand a repeat performance quite like this one so frequently.]

Okay, man.

[He nods then rests his head on the table in an effort to relax his entire body so that pulling out's a breeze. It never is though and that's wonderful.]

[The big bear of a body is healthy even for smoking as long as he has. Still strong too. That is what makes his own staying power more of a personal frustration. Freddy has not had any complaints. This was still a measure he wanted to explore. Something new, something to keep him up to speed....]

Man. After all that...laying down would be good.

[To rest. Shit. It was a great time. Excellent even. Why does he feel like staring at Freddy's ass might not be a cool down action?]

I'm not gonna stop you.

[Freddy quips, freckled rear giving a slight wag as if he has a tail because he can feel Larry looking at it. Heh. Oof, okay enough of that. He carefully moves to sit down.]

You're still crazy. I stand by that. [He smiles.]

[Getting up and about is more difficult than it should be. Larry does it with a smile on his face because he got to fuck before breakfast. Now if he could just carry on through it, that would be great. Sort of feels like he had two major league games played back to back. At least one paw stays on the counter top to keep the weight off.

Except he says nothing. Might have been because he's not used to fucking that many times. That's what he tells himself anyway. After pouring the coffee, he fishes out some Advil or aspirin or whatever they got hanging out in there.]

Toast or cereal?

[Business as usual.]

I'm feeling a little like toast today. Can you make it with eggs in it?

[Freddy asks, fresh from a shower after a sweet morning fuck. Look at the bounce in his step, he's on cloud nine. And bear witness to the kiss he gives to Larry right on his cheek before pouring himself some coffee.]

[Sugar with his coffee. So sweet and right he wishes it could be some sorta pill so then this little set back could go away.]

Sure.

[Like it's simple. Feels like the fridge is a half a day away. Focusing and doing it will make it happen. Larry almost holds his breath as he makes those steps, the weight on each foot sort of jolts up his leg right to his spine. Made it. And now crouching some to grab for the eggs.]

Fried? Scrambled?

[The light emanating from the icebox is sort of blurry. He doesn't think a damn thing of it.]

Fried.

[Sugar and cream is right. Black's good for a precursor to a long hard shift but this morning Freddy's feeling so damn great some lightness won't hurt. Hey speaking of hurt...he looks over the old man, head tilting.]

You okay? Didn't pull something?

Sorta sore.

[Cradling the carton of eggs to his belly some as he straightens up. There's strain in his voice that could easily be from just kidding around.

Or not.]

Go on and sit. I got this.

[Eggs don't take two people to make. Already he's feeling productive having made it to the stove with the eggs. The pan is waiting.]

[Oh is that all? Freddy's not too skeptical just yet. He sits at the table casually. Sip.]

Take it easy. I won't jump you again.

So then I gotta jump you?

[The smirk he gives is a real one. When he stands with both feet firmly planted, his belly up against the counter top, it is no big deal. A dull ache.]

Are you gonna?

[Sip sip. He points at the eggs and pan as if making Freddy breakfast is more important than getting him off at the moment. Heeeey what are you doing there, Lawrence Dimick.]

Dude, are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna.

[Shit. He waves it off though. Two eggs comin' right up. Speedy process, he does it with focus. One egg cracked at a time.]

Didn't think you're in a hurry.

[Perfect, put it on him. Sigh. Larry scoots to sip his coffee and pop whatever it was he was able to find as a chaser. The eggs are crackling.]

[Don't think he didn't see that, Lawrence Dimick. This is your last chance. Look at Freddy's face, he ain't playing with you now.]

What's wrong.

[He knows that tone. No use any more. Larry at least flips an egg successfully without breaking the yoke before getting eye contact with Freddy Newendyke.]

My back hurts.

[Brown eyes dip down to flip the other which isn't as clean. Of course not. Sunny yoke spreading out.]

Legs too.

[Thoughtfully he goes for a sip of coffee.]

Not too surprising though, huh?

[.....] We didn't fuck that hard.

[Yes that's the conclusion he draws as he gets up to his feet and approaches Larry.] Sit down. Lemme finish it.

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