whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Fuck. [Huff. Puff. Rocking back hard to meet Freddy then rocking forward to that pace that just isn't fast enough. It's maddening.] Fuck my ass, man. [Now he sounds more like Hercules who is coming up fast.]

Freddy! [Like mercy, or uncle or whatever you shout when you give in. He blows it. Both paws grip the chair and it feels like his balls spring load the cum. The towel was a wise idea.]

I'm on it, baby.

[On it. In it. As deep as Hercules in the blonde though it looks like he's taking it out of her and ready to jack off on their tits. Typical. The kid wishes it was a pair of firm asses with balls hanging between the thighs. But anyway why bother with that when he's got a set of balls right here? Smack smack smack, this time that's the sound of his lap meeting Larry's rear. Hard and over and over until he feels that tightening clench and the fluid on his fingertips. He slams deep into the old man and stays there this time, happy to grind this ride out to Larry's stop.]

That's it, keep unloadin'...

[Moaning, grunting as those hits keep coming until that solid grind. He can feel Freddy's balls glide up not far from his rear. When he clenches it feels like that cock is harder able to withstand the pressure.

Even though he's not unloading on blown up tits he's more than happy that it's a flappy freckled hand.]

Baby, I love it.

[Sloppy words he grinds too, into that hand and then back when he has more control over himself.]

You should.

[He quips with an easy smile as they grind together. The mess on his hand is getting wiped all over the old man's padded stomach because he can. God Larry's so tight around him, he can't wait another second to start fucking him again. Flappy hands go back to gripping those hips as he starts thrusting again, rapid fire this time because he doesn't have to concern himself with Larry's orgasm. And unlike last night, Freddy fully intends to make sure his cum finds its place only in Larry's ass. Fuck speaking of, he's writhing now and his hits become more erratic as he unloads.]

Goddamn, Larry....

Come on. Come on, man. [Hopefully he can understand what he is saying through clenched teeth. Freddy sets his own pace really. Each hit is like a punch to is prostate. And it feels so damn good and brutal.]

Gimme all of it. [He tilts back and risks slipping to reach back and grip on Freddy's hair, shoulder...whatever.]

Oh fuck. Jesus.

[The old man gets a fistful of his hair and that's enough to milk out every last drop from the kid who groans against his back like he's the one getting fucked instead. Huff. Puff. He's hot and heavy on Lawrence Dimick, except being the size he is it's not really all that comparable to being under a sweaty bear. Hope the old man don't mind. The scene's over by now, leaving just a black window on the screen.]

Damn, Larry....

[Show's over? Oh. He was distracted anyway. A hot load up his ass and the weight of the man on his back.]

That it now, baby? [Still trying to breath steadily himself there are a few straggling moans as they just lay together like this. Heavy or light, he loves the feel of Freddy's body on him. Soft, sweat-slick hair feels so good to grip.]

Spent it all? [Because it feels like it on the inside. Filled right on up to the brim.]

Uh huh....all spent. All in here...

[Freddy breathes as he pats Larry's ass.] Don't get rid of it.

[As if he would. The kid can't help but keep grinding too.]

Shit.

[Fingers slack from his hair. It's still tender and pretty fucking good feeling.]

Jesus Christ.

[Breathe, old man.]

Don't think I can, it's up there so far. [Huff.] You got a dirty mind, man. [This is a compliment.]

Thanks.

[He'll gladly take it as a compliment too. Another kiss to Larry's shoulder then he's running his hands down his sides once more before holding onto his hips to carefully pull out.]

Shit you're still tight.

[Low hiss. He thinks he could almost get hard again with this friction.]

[Larry chuckles. Now that the screen is dark he can see a flicker of Freddy's reflection, how he looks as he touches on his body. Brown eyes shut as he feels each inch slip away.]

Yeah. [Huff. Puff.] Guess that means you might have to keep on trying.

[Point of pride, Newendyke.]

I think so.

[He huffs in agreement. Seeing as how Larry's still taped to the chair he may as well milk the moment for all its worth. The kid gets down to his knees and starts licking at him between the thighs. Underside of his balls first, then up and up until he's staying a trace of himself on Larry's skin.]

I need to keep on trying with you.

[From one tight ass to another.]

Mmm. Are you gonna try and eat me alive now? [He twitches under his tongue.]

Oh, fuck. Baby. [Sigh.] Now that's not fair. I'm all done. I don't got anymore. [Which can mean absolutely nothing. Who knew that this man was new to the man man action a year ago? Not Lawrence Dimick from where he is right now.]

Who says you need it? Just sit tight and enjoy it.

[Tongue dipping again like he's a bowl of warm fondue.]

[Sit tight. Heh.]

You come up with this on your own?

[His head falls back and he wishes he could move his legs to either kneel on the chair or spread a little wider. The low noises that come out of his throat are most definitely masculine.]

All in that gutter mind of yours.

Uh huh. All my own.

[He'll carefully undo the tape on each ankle while he's tonguing Larry too. There we go, free as a fucking bird. He licks down to his balls then back up to his tail bone.]

There.

[Now he reaches on back to rub on this kid. Larry turns and grips on him. He's gonna have a seat in the chair and pull this man on closer.]

What you call creative.

[All those movies and all the time they got, sure it has to have some effect on the kid.]

[Freddy gladly gives in to the pull and settles in Larry's lap, arms draping over his shoulders.]

I like to think big.

[There's a mess on his chest and right now he doesn't care.]

That's because you got a big, hard...mind.

[Forgive him for that kid. Larry kisses his collarbone and neck. Paws massage his lower back and ass.]

Guess that kinda talent can't be contained. Of course you gotta share.

Only with my favorite co-star.

[Oh those kisses and kneading paws feel good.]

My only co-star.

We work well together.

[Is Freddy just sitting or straddling? The old man touches on him lazily everywhere. He mouths along his jaw. After all that the kid has earned a kiss no matter the conditions.]

Y'all done? Hungry? Or want me to suck you off for an encore?

[He's sitting side saddle for now. Lips purse to meet Larry halfway for the kiss.]

Mm...Do you got it in you?

[This dick was just in his ass after all, although there's a towel nearby, a sink in the kitchen.]

Uh huh. For you I do.

[Lip to lip. Yeah, that'd be a bit much to go down on him. Patting hims back he moves to sit up.]

Have a seat. I'll be back in a second.

[Taking that towel with him. First to mop up his own chest. Enjoy the view as he heads on to the kitchen. The first few steps are...interesting.]

Okay, Larry.

[A little lip sucking before he resigns to sitting in the chair as requested. He wonders what Larry's going to do to him considering what he just did to Larry. And goddamn is it beautiful seeing the way he walks to the kitchen. What a gimp.]

[The sink water is running. Rinse, rinse of his mouth and then washing his hands. He opens the fridge and shuts it. Larry brings a glass of water with ice. The towel comes back and it's wet with warm water.]

Lemme get this cleaned off some first.

[Warm cloth to Freddy's cock. Dabbing, gentle like even as he rolls back the foreskin.]

Thirsty? You can have some water.

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