whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

Mmmm.

[One in his mouth, one out to get the other. Larry figured the game would be given away but oh well. That lube is near by. Sucking him off won't be all.]

Y'see I've known a cop like that.

[Now his mouth moves on his cock. Hopefully will still be surprised by a slicked up finger slipping into his ass.]

Y-yeah? You got his type...down to a T?

[Hard again. That seems like record fucking time for Freddy. It just goes to show the power of storytelling. He's not writhing as much but he's not laying back like it ain't no thing too. Fuck.]

Down to a--

[He sucks in the sound of his own words when he feels a finger inside him.] Fuck, Larry, what're you gonna do to me?

[Freddy's begging for spoilers.]

[He can't answer. At least not yet. No writhing, that's okay. But the way he's breathing and not able to complete a thought is good enough. Graying head of hair bobs on his cock. That finger isn't so shy about what he's up to, into a fucking motion. It's backwards and Freddy can take more. But why rush for the guy who nearly walked away from him after sitting on his lap and smoking his cigarette.]

Yeah. I do. Goes in, knowing what he wants.

[Two fingers. Larry now licks at him, open for some conversation if that's what the man really wants. Heh.]

[Oh come on it was a joke, a tease, something to get the old man's motor running and it sure as hell worked didn't it? The kid's shifting again, getting ever so much closer to the same one he held when Larry told him to move. He just unloaded and he's already looking to get fucked again. What a slut.]

Gettin' what he deserves.

[He completes the phrase for him because that's exactly how he feels at the moment. Two fingers that know how to work his prostate without a cock now.]

Boy does he. Except usually when people say fuck the police that's not what they have in mind.

[Chuckle before he's on the tip of his cock again like it's a treat. Well, it is. If Freddy's a slut, then Larry can't be too different. On the beach, in their home, in a car, in an alley... just like a junkie it doesn't matter where he gets his fix as long as he gets it.

Those to fingers curl and press. Right for the prostate.]

What's the author got in mind?

[Yeah he'll ask, he'll try to converse, because Freddy did kind of start it cocky. He's got to try and end it cocky. Try. Fuck when Larry's curling like that it ripples throughout his whole body, making his spine curve in kind. That results in pushing farther up into the old man's mouth too. That fucking junky.]

[Free fist wraps around the rest of Freddy as he pulls his mouth off. Gotta keep it tight enough to keep it raw still.]

Fucking him. Making him keep on coming.

[Fingers make short, fast passes at his prostate.]

Think you can take one more? Since it's not a thick dick?

[This one the kid has to answer because the old man is still again. Can the cop keep cocky like this?]

[Fuck it's no cock but what he lacks in girth he makes up for with dexterity. Freddy swallows again, riding hot on the sensations there and the alternating tightness from lips to fist.]

Put it in.

[Says the kid. That's a yes in case the old man needs clarification. Make no mistake though, Freddy's got some ideas of his own cooking.]

[Not wanting to reach for more lube, Larry spits and slides that third finger, his ring finger with his pointer and middle.]

Yeah, baby. Take it all in.

[Easing until he knows that it'll work out well enough. Stroke. Stroke.]

This cop's got a guy at his dick, a guy in his ass and a guy ready to go down his throat.

[To really paint a picture.]

[The fact that he spits on it makes Freddy lick his lips. Dirty, filthy, and so fucking romantic. When Larry eases it into him he can't help but moan. He's getting fingered like some teenage school girl, a teenage kid in a naked cop's uniform. Except then Larry has to go on and use even thicker wider brush strokes. The brightening color in his eyes is no coincidence. The picture brings his cock to full hardness.]

The way that cop's been handled...up, down, all over the fuckin' place, kinda surprised he ain't takin'--two in his ass.

[Don't assume that's serious commentary, Lawrence Dimick. He's thought about it, he's seen it in his dirty movies, but actually having that done to him is a different story. Maybe later on Mr. White, twenty-some years older than him with all his experience, can shed some light on the practice. Oof, Freddy's shifting again, this time to lay on his side, knees parting like scissors. Maybe Larry will recognize the position except they aren't on a beach and he's not the one taking it up the ass now.]

How's it look?

[Freddy dares to ask while reaching down at his own ass, to take Larry by the wrist and make him fuck him harder.]

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