whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Fingers go combing first all back on his scalp but it's gonna fall back where it was then to one side.]

They had to make sure nobody was wishing anybody dead. [Gulp.] Or-or robbing anybody. They had machines that were able to read intent. [Huff. Oh damn that tongue. Larry spreads his legs more. He's torn between leaning back or scooting forward. He's just a man Freddy, don't be mad at him.]

Shit, man. Are you gonna fuck me? Ride me? Or [more urgent clutching and a little pull] just thirsty?

[Machines that were able to what...he's curious about where Larry's getting his ideas from or if it's all completely stream of consciousness, on the fly, because he's too distracted by a mouth on his dick. Nice to feel those palms still though but at this question Freddy has to pull his head up again.]

Whatcha got... [Lick to the tip again.] ...in mind?

[It's sheer effort to say shit that makes sense which ends up...not making all that much sense. His mouth is saying one thing, his mind is saying lips, saliva, throat, suction, friction, fuck, fuck and fuck.]

You. Me. The floor. Now.

[Knees come together on either side of the kid's shoulders.]

Legs on my shoulders.

[....Now who's the one getting hard? Just thinking about it's making his pants feel a little tighter. Although he's caught in Larry's trap Freddy insists on pushing and pulling his mouth over his shaft a few more times. Then he's off completely and ready to sit back on the floor.]

Make it happen, cowboy. Better be as good as your fuckin' story.

[For a moment he believes his fate is going to be hoovered down that throat. Not that it would be that bad by any stretch of the imagination. When Freddy gives Larry rolls the chair away from the computer and them. It can crash into a wall. Or something. Whatever. Floor.]

It'll have you shakin'.

[Mouth on Freddy's now as he works on peeling off his jeans. Might be kinda cold on the floor. Oh well. Small price you gotta pay. Briefs aside he's working on getting the kid fully hard.]

You'll like this one better. Its about this other cop. Tough, ballsy son of a bitch who gets to take it up his ass at the drop of a hat because his guy is addicted to him.

[Jacking that uncut cock a few more times before he makes sure that the kid is naked as the day he was born. Larry pushes off his pants and briefs completely too.]

How hard? [He's already reaching for those shoulders to pull the old man on top of him. Mouths meet firmly, as firm as his back is pressed to the floor. Oh fuck Larry's working fast. His jeans are already off and the fact that the old man pulls his briefs aside makes him rock solid.] Can't wait...huh?

[Being cocky while getting handled like this is almost too much for Freddy.] How far up is he gonna take it? Does his--guy wanna knock him up?

[Those words trail off with a groan. Now the kid's watching him undress while licking his chops. He had planned to suck White's load down but his own selfishness got the better of him. None of those characters in his stories get to have what Freddy does.]

Real hard. Bout every time I get the back of your teeth.

[How who's all fast and frank? Nude, the old man has to get to the table to grab the lube.]

Don't move.

[Off of the floor he means.]

This cop is gonna take it until he can almost taste it. [Knock him up, he says. Larry's back with the lube and coating his cock as he walks and talks. Multi-tasking is different when you're in charge. On his knees he goes.]

Big time. The rate they go, like rabbits.

Think you can knock'em out with that hard dick?

[Don't move, he says, but Freddy'll gladly disobey by sitting up just enough to watch him and jerk his own cock. There's no danger of him prematurely unloading, he'd never threaten Larry with that, but the way he's watching him, listening, it's obvious he wants to pose a challenge to him.]

Sounds kinda gentle.

[Oh yeah, he's daring. Staring. Licking his chops again because fuck Mr. Orange is craving Mr. White's cock.]

[Larry's not so long and not all that hard or thick cock adores this kinda talk. It's definitely going to inspire him to act like he's got that sort of piece.]

What the fuck did I tell you?

[As though the kid could keep still. A shove at Freddy, not too hard. But it clearly says lay the fuck back. No more jerking off for the old man. He purposely makes an effort to lay paws on his knees to make sure they're parted and bent because he already specified where they're gonna go.]

You should get your ears checked if that's how it sounds.

[Oof. Flat on his back again.] My ears ain't the part that's gonna score you.

[Freddy counters, knees bent and parted because he has no choice. Obviously he does and his choice is to let Larry spread'em for him. He's still jerking on himself by the way.]

[Thick, wet head of his cock pushes up against him, ready for entry.]

Okay. Here this right now.

[He grabs that wrist before making any other movements.]

It's not gonna be gentle.

[With that, he's pushing on in. Go ahead and keep jacking, Freddy. If you gotta. Larry is reaching up to lift his hips up off the ground.]

Shit--

[Oh fuck. No he can't jack off right now, not when that slick wet cock is pushing into him. It's not gentle, not gentle at all. It's almost a little too sharp but when Larry lifts his hips off the ground it's the right angle to make him sink easier. Freddy's opening up to him fast. His back arches in kind.]

Motherfucker...shit...

[Huff and puff. He looks like he could actually be in pain, but then freckled hands are down to brace the ground.] That all...you got?

[No letting up, no backing down. Larry keeps his pace and doesn't stop. He almost does at least twice though.]

No sir.

[Higher, hasher just because he suggested the such.]

[High enough the kid's got his legs resting on the old man's shoulders now, just like he said they'd be. Freddy's staring straight up at Larry. There's strain in his expression but also a stretch of fulfillment that clearly reflects how much he's enjoying a stretch elsewhere. Hey didn't he want Larry to tell him a story?? Looks like that's completely left his mind.]

Fuck me, tough guy. [In case the neighbors didn't hear.] Fuck me real good.

[Now it's more like a movie. So. Go figure. Those get the point across pretty quickly. Already feeling the right kind of a slip. The old man starts off hard. If it sounded gentle previously it is well and truly a fluke.]

Like that, huh? [The old man's hardly allowing any time at all between thrusts.]

Hurt your teeth?

Uh--huh. Fuck.

[So so hard to talk when he's practically folded like this. Freddy can feel Larry's every move, every pass distinct and fucking intense. Is that how high the old man gets on his westerns? Could he be like this over a space adventure? Not that the kid's thinking about trying to weave a story himself. Maybe he will tomorrow.]

Make me sore.

[Freddy groans. From the sound of it he could really mean it two different ways. Up to Larry to decide which he likes better.]

[Slam. Slam. Slam. Balls swinging and no sign of stopping. Brown eyes are about burning as they look right on into his strained face.]

Y'won't fuckin' be able to sit down.

[Paws grip at Freddy's thighs to hold him there. Let his cock bounce around. Even if the kid might blow it, the old man decides it won't be the end of it. Not when he came on so hard and hot. This kid'll have to blow twice. Especially for all that fucking talk.

For all the rocks he gets off on cowboys and Indians it's not gonna be the same as working up a sweat with this man.]

S'that a promise?

[He swallows thickly, not wanting to break their mutual staring because that would give Larry the edge. With his thighs held down he's trying to figure out what he can do with his hands beyond clawing Larry's shoulders or the damn floor. Fuck does he want to jerk off too, his cock's right there within reach, but Freddy's got to drive him wild as well. It wouldn't be much of a challenge if he just laid back. Giving another gasp, the kid resorts to sticking his hand between his thighs, alternating from stroking himself to reaching farther back so he can feel the old man's dick moving in and out. Freckled fingers won't provide much of a buffer for Larry in case he's worried he won't be able to slam as efficiently.]

Uh huh. Gotta just stand. [Gulp.] Or you could try and then have to explain to folks why you squirm.

[Grinding right there up against his prostate. Oh fuck. He's got a vigilant eye on where those freckled, flapping hands go.]

Think about how you earned it.

[Fine. He'll relinquish a hand to grip on around his cock. Not so much of a stroking motion but a squeeze.]

Move.

[Into his hand and on his dick. Larry about stops dead, balls deep.]

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You--think about that? Leavin' me so...fuckin' wrecked, when I sit down I get misty--cause the chair's missin' your cock?

[Talking smack is still possible with some effort even though his own groaning and gasping sort of undermines his smug attitude. When that paw wraps around him he's secretly relieved because he needs to brace the ground again or risk scooting back a few inches. Wait what? He quirks a brow at Larry. Is he really going to make Freddy do that? Shit he is.]

Damn man...fuck. Okay. [The kid concedes under a panting breath. He's got to shift a little first, one leg off the old man's shoulder to touch the ground, both foot and palms flat. It's enough grip and leverage for Freddy to start bucking back and worth.]

Like this...? Fuckin' myself on ya?

I think about you wanting it, missing it. Having trouble deciding if you want it in your mouth or up your ass.

[That's kind of a story. So...yeah. Naturally they gotta change up the position some so that Freddy can fuck himself on the old man. He grins and lets his head fall back a little. Strain in Freddy's voice and tension.]

Oh yeah. Sweet ass of yours. [His head rolls back up so that he can look down at this man. Paw rubs down his stomach and his fist grips tighter.]

Okay. No more games.

[Fist jacks harder and faster before he lets go to grip on both thighs as he gets back into the brutal pace.]

If there were two of you... [Freddy grunts.] Hell, three of you.

[Yeah, he'd figure out some way to take all three Lawrence Dimicks' dicks at once. Just watching Larry enjoy the way his body moves is like a second fist on his own cock. Being forced to stop though is like another kind of ache, something sharp and striking except there's all this movement between his legs. He's already wet with precum.]

Motherfucker!

[His words become unintelligible, huffing and moaning and whatever else that's bouncing off their apartment walls. Granted it's much bigger than their old place but a guy getting fucked can't really be mistaken for anything else. Then suddenly he's unloading all over the old man's fingers, across his own belly he's so folded up under Larry. That was much sooner than expected...]

[Three? Huff. Three he says. Well, it'll be two on his day. Three could be for another time. They gotta see how well it really rolls with two, the second being someone who isn't a younger, dopey Dimick.]

Keep it comin'.

[That was...so much sooner. Larry's leaking precum but still hard. What the fuck to do? Huh. Well, no way he's gonna just quit fucking the kid.]

Where do you want it? Huh? Where do you want my cum?

[Rough, rough grinding as this body folds. He is fully expecting the kid to answer.]

[Dopey but full of his own special kind of charm. Freddy's pretty sure they could have been good friends at that age. Maybe.]

Shit...oh shit. [More panting as that sharp orgasm subsides. Quick but highly concentrated is the proper way of putting it. He's still on Larry's dick too, a dick that's pretty damn stiff and not ready to blow. What the fuck to do...]

Keep--keep fuckin' me. [Swallow.] Then put it on me when you're ready.

[Anywhere. Freddy'll throw Larry that bone.]

[At any age. Freddy exuded that 'got it figured out' thing that a younger Dimick (and older to a degree) responds so well to.]

Okay. [A coil of hair is half way glued to Larry's forehead with sweat.]

Shit, your ass. [Back to full throttle. Put it on me gets him even more wet. Sure he isn't ready to blow but at the rate that he's going once again, it's gonna change.] So fucking tight.

[Still. Miraculously. Lucky for Larry his cock's not gonna get any bigger. One of these days they're going to get a note on the door questing they keep it down. One of these days.]

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