whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

It's your ass too.

[He breathes, content to watch how just thrusting in and out of his own body works the old man up so easily. He'll even clench a little bit to sweeten the deal since the kid started it.]

Make yourself fuckin' come. [That's his way of saying move.]

Your mine, man.

[Paws at his ass, one grips enough to leave indentations the other strikes a few times. Hard passes. Huff. Puff. Larry grunts.]

I'm gonna unload.

[Slowly he lowers the kid back to the floor. Meaning his hard, wet cock has to vacate his asshole.]

Just lay there, kid.

[Like he's a human rag to catch all that semen.]

[Each strike makes tightening up a breeze for Freddy and sends that still intense sensation running up and down his thighs, right into his cock and balls that could threaten to wake it up again.]

Do it, baby.

[Oof. Both legs on the floor again, he's laying there as told, knees spread so he's splayed out for Lawrence Dimick. Human rag, human dump, whatever the old man wants to call it. He's beckoning for Larry to milk out everything he's got, because Freddy's going to make him clean it up.]

[Thick cock in his hand, he works it hard. Fingers are practically curled into a fist as he kneels between those legs. His free hand pinches and rolls at his own nipple. Freddy's a dump and a dirty picture. Just fucked and he is still beckoning for more. Be careful what you ask for, kiddo.]

Oh fuck! [There he goes unloading onto the kid's chest and stomach. Larry grunts and moans. Oh yeah he'll be cleaning that up.]

[A load for a load except the way Larry's losing it on him he's got the entire mess on his skin mixing with his own cum. By comparison the old man's fucking spotless. Fff.]

Is that how your story's gonna end?

[He's rubbing at his own chest too but he's also careful not to spread the stains. No need to waste a drop.]

[Pant, pant.]

Nope.

[A sigh and he lets go of his cock. A few more breaths and looking down on that mess of a man before he puts paws to the floor to prop him up. No need for any prompts, he's getting to the cleaning. It's gonna be part of what hauls Freddy into round two.]

Not yet.

[Lick, lick on you kid. It's not the flavor he's after. It's the stimulation. He's also sucking at patches of his skin. If there happens to be a half a dozen or more hickeys then oh well.]

[A round two? He really wants the kid to take a nap on the floor. All he can anticipate so far though is that the old man is going to lick his belly and chest clean without even being asked. What a gentleman. Freddy runs his fingers through his peppered brown hair.]

What's missin'? [He's watching Larry lazily.]

This cop gets held up.

[Nip at his belly button. Larry licks his way up to the kid's nipple to suck on it. And even though he's flaccid, paw wraps around him.]

And they don't know he's a real cop. All these horny shits think he's eye candy so...he's gotta go along with it. [Now the other one. Go on, Newendyke. Just lay there.]

[Another one of those stories is it? He's laying back, listening, still combing Larry's hair with his fingers. Damn when his mouth starts sucking his breathing thins. It hitches when he feels that paw on him.]

Bit off more than he could chew, huh?

Uh huh.

[Plop as it slides out. He just...lightly blows on it. Before pulling back to roll it between his fingers as he makes his way back down his stomach.]

At any cost. No matter what it takes.

[Freddy wanted a story that involved him so damn bad. Paw rolls his foreskin up and down with each stroke. About all the way up then all the way off.]

[All that pinching and rolling makes him fucking shiver and it's not just the cooler weather. Freddy keeps it warm and just right in their apartment because he's California grown and raised.]

He...he sounds like a real committed guy.

[There's that c-word, playful at times and dangerous at others. He's likely playing both connotations now. And fuck the more Larry plays with his foreskin and cock the more likely that skin's going to stop rolling back and forth so easily over a swelling erection.]

Damn right. In fact getting this close he can be eyes and ears in the operation. Which ain't to say that there's not a shred of enjoyment with all those hands on him.

[Free hand goes to his balls rolling and squeezing. As Larry strokes his cock he keeps his mouth hovering above the tip to lick now and then. Yeah. That foreskin isn't rolling so easy anymore. Good.]

So there he is. Laid out. Naked. [Lick.] Hands everywhere. Mouths.

[You brought this all on yourself Freddy. Larry licks on down the shaft to his balls now he takes in as much as he can in his mouth. Freddy is who and what he's interested in. Cowboys are nice. No Name is wonderful, a cinematic legend come to life. His real dream and desire is right here.]

Sounds like...you know a lot--about what this cop...likes.

[Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Oh who the fuck is he kidding? Freddy's got his fingers tightening in Larry's hair.]

Suck on me already.

[He's finally figured it out. Fortunately for Freddy the old man's already on it. Literally. This is better than any story.]

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