whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Much better. With a smile this kid eases both fingers into the old man at the same time. He knows Larry can take it, hell he knows from experience. No need to be delicate with him, Freddy's cock is no third leg anyway. Now his mouth goes back to hooding over the tip of his cock.]

Mm...

[He sounds on Larry, in him. Fingers hook to press against his prostate just right.]

[Clutching with both hands he holds the kid right there. Fuck don't thrust. Don't thrust. Hips twitch with the strain. No one needs any delicate treatment here. It's a courtesy. One leg hooks on around him like it'll anchor him there.

The firelight illuminates the room naturally. There's also a glare off of the window glass and shadows cast on the floor. Belatedly Larry realizes that they're enacting some Bond scene. No Pussy Galore invited.

Each new touch at his prostate is like a warp speed to the stars. Just another day in the life of the man who gets to sleep with Freddy Newendyke. He might be still learning new tricks but all of the old ones are good favorites of the old man.]

[Freddy considers that leg hooked around him as a sign of victory. Larry's resolve is crumbling away, crumbling so fast the kid could almost forget about riding the old man's dick after fucking him. Whatever works. It's his birthday, Larry came clean about the weekend, they're in a cabin in front of a fireplace on a fucking fur rug with champagne to the side. He's going to be satisfied either way.]

Turn over, Larry. Let me see your ass.

[Fingers out, mouth off. He's not getting treatment again until he does as he's told. That's just the way it goes. Bond never had it so fucking good.]

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[He truly had no intention of giving in, not at first. Then they had that talk, and the anxiety set on in. Freddy is a wonderful person as he is, he could do better than the old man. Chances are if this thing they got ends, there'll be a good and honest man in his life. If.

Would it be so bad to finish with Freddy coming in his ass? Nope. No longer filled or filling he moans. Hips tilt, but with a command like that.

Huff. The old man sits up and pulls on Freddy's hair to give him a kiss.]

You haven't seen it enough?

[A little cheek. Giving up never feels as good as it does right now. Soft brown blonde hair slips on through his fingers as he gets on all fours.]

[Mmm. That pull to his hair gets him feeling harder as their mouths meet.] Nope.

[And for that cheek he gives the old man's rear a hard smack. Both hands settle on his hips to grip them and pull back. More grinding though it's a far cry from being inside him.]

You're really asking for it. I thought it was my big day.

[Plenty of tongue in there, no matter where that mouth has been. He flexes at that smack. Dig that?]

It is. Fuck, y'don't think I can take it? Maybe we [gulp trying not to sound off like one of the hundreds(?) of Freddy's movies] should be worried about you.

[Last time, his third time, he got off pretty well with a little refresher on what it's like to be up inside his old man. Then again, blowing it twice before...]

I ain't your pillow. [Or whatever he did before the magic of his own fist.] Come on.

Ain't nobody gotta worry about me.

[More grinding followed by another hard smack of palm to rear. Larry set this up so there's got to be lube somewhere, if not an actual bottle then one of those single packets they carry like a fucking sleaze and his condom. Heh. There we go. Freddy takes his time letting it warm closer to the fire.]

I don't want you freezing up.

[Freddy explains before opening it and applying it liberally...to his own dick. The old man doesn't need anymore on his ring, right? And anyway it's always best to keep it a tight fit, since it's the only ring Freddy Newendyke wears for Lawrence Dimick. Now he presses the tip of his cock against Mr. White.]

How's that? [Not enough, he knows. Heh.]

[Warming it all up, just like he's revving up the vintage engine to roll under him.

Sleaze? Them? Only sometimes. All part of the charm. They can class it up at a fancy establishment one night and then their everyday taco stand.]

That's it? Don't fucking short change me.

[Hips wider apart.]

[Heh heh heh. Freddy pushes forward just enough to slip the head into Larry, even a small fraction of his shaft too but just a small fraction.]

Then push back on me.

[He insists, freckled hands urging those darker hips to ease onto him. The way the fire flickers on Larry's skin is fucking beautiful. That's one good thing about the old man insisting on sunbathing now and then.]

[Whoops. A frustrated grunt escapes.]

You gonna tell me when I'm too close?

[Easing. No, he doesn't need more lube in fact he'd rather not. Good on you, Newendyke. Looks like you broke him in enough.]

That good?

[Lips clamp shut to prevent noise, half way in now. Fuck he feels hot and hard. Larry looks over his shoulder and bends at the elbows just a little.]

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No.

[Cause there's no such thing as too close. However there is such a thing as too far and the old man is a little close to that. Only half way on him? Please. Fingertips curl, pressing marks into Larry's slightly darker skin, then pull back slowly but firmly as he leans forward. Right until they're flush up against each other.]

That's good.

[The kid nods once. Twice. Then gets right to fucking Mr. White. Lawrence Dimick. His thrusts are short and measured, a teasing pace to start with since he gave Freddy some lip. Fff. Sometimes Freddy thinks Larry underestimates his own stamina, like being young means shooting off right away. Fat chance there. He plans to last longer than Larry.]

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[Pressed here, pulled there and then bam. Right where they need to be.]

Oh. I getcha.

[Pfft. Like he didn't know. More lip. All this slow climbing build up after the blowjob. Larry'll have to clamp his balls or something to not come if this is how it's gonna keep on rolling.

Would it be such a bad thing to like the birthday boy win?]

That-that all you got after fucking to men?

[One paw remains on the rug, the other's reaching back to touch Freddy's hip first then down to frame where they keep meeting again and again for him to see. Doing this makes him reach back and half a particularly sharp angle with his balance kept with one hand.]

[Larry seems to be working extra hard to make this look way fucking good for Freddy. How sweet. The effort doesn't go unrecognized. He'll commend his old man by making his thrusts harder, firm and solid, one after the other, but not rapid just yet. He has to maintain a measure of control to let Larry know who's in fucking charge right now.]

I'm workin' my way up, asshole.

[A little pun there for the asshole he's plowing. Even with his uncut dick he can feel every push and pull on his shaft, how tight Larry is because it's not every day he lets another man up his ass. Freddy was sure as hell he wasn't going to take their third party anywhere but in his mouth, which is okay by the kid too. It's kind of sweet and endearing, something unique to Lawrence Dimick. Truth is, Freddy would be fucking enraged if someone else thought he could squeeze his way between Larry's thighs.]

Like it? Longer, shorter? [He asks, putting his back into it so he can lay a hard slap to Larry's ass.]

[Relief for the harder hits is also torturous. Right to the prostate. He slides in small fractions of an inch because of how soft and slick the fur is. Chemically treated that way or something.]

Coulda [gasp] fooled me. [Quite the opposite. When Freddy takes control he doesn't fuck around. It's that authoritative cop instinct, as much as it repels him in other people it's alluring in this man. Authority is not selfish.

There's nothing like an uncut cock sliding in and out of his body. Why have any other? None of them will be attached to anyone close to Freddy. It's trust. And it's a privilege. He may never fuck another black man. That would require him to accept that there is more than a little fear lingering.]

Shorter. [Now he takes a grip on the base of his cock. The urge to stroke right along with their pace is tremendous.]

[Freddy doesn't hold it against him for how he feels. Whatever it is that makes Larry uncomfortable can stay out of the bedroom as long as he has no arguments when Freddy takes up the position. And no he doesn't fuck around about fucking his old man, unless that is he's fucking around by pulling his chain. Heh.]

Okay, baby.

[And he can be generous too. Look at him shortening his thrusts and making up for that by going faster, faster yet steady against Larry's ass. He's not blind to any back issues too, they'd already had that talk enough to last him weeks. Seeing his paw slip between his thighs brings his own freckled fingers to brush against Larry's thicker ones.]

What'll it be, old man? [Huff.] Now or later?

[Yes, the kid's asking even though it's his birthday.]

[See? Knowing what he knows and thinking shit like that--at least showing that he knows shit like that, makes the old man want to hand on over the control more.]

Yeah. [When he feels the pace changed up. It's too good. Larry licks his lips. Breathe old man, bre-- those fingers touching his own makes him want to blow. Larry twists to look over his shoulder at Freddy if he can.

Now's a fair time to decide to share.]

Y'need to ask? [Yes, yes he does. The competitive, stubborn spirit in the old man says:] later. [Can he follow through? Gulp.]

Whatever you say.

[He's going to take Larry's word for it as he leaves those thicker fingers to pull his legs a little wider apart. With this sort of green light he leaves the old man's handsome fat cock neglected in favor of his ass. His pace is fast again, rapid and unrelenting to the point where Freddy doesn't have to smack Larry's rear, he's practically doing it whenever his lap meets his behind. No it's not something the kid picked up from their hired help, thank you. Orange always had it in him, the old man should know from personal experience.]

Fuck, Larry, I'm gonna--come in you...right here by the fuckin' fire. [Huff and puff.] Real romantic.

[Freddy Newendyke is smaller than Lawrence Dimick but that doesn't stop him from curling over to drag his teeth along his man's skin. He's got his hands on his shoulders for leverage, his athleticism takes care of the rest, pushing deep in and out of White like he could fucking die if he didn't.]

[Tighter grip and more solid resolve as he lets up on the touch to his dick. That kind of helps. A little. Then off they go. Now he feels like he's being ravaged, and it's not the size of cock or the color of skin that matters.]

Uh huh. Givin' it to me like you love me. [Because he does. Smack, smack, smacking each damn time. Larry's now down on his elbow for sure. It's not too far from putting his cheek to the floor actually. Even though he's got a literal hand cock ring, he feels precum rolling down his cut cock.]

Fuck. [There's teeth. He shivers and for a second almost thinks that he's finished. No. Not yet.] Come in my ass. Shit, don't you know I want it bad?

I do--love you. [Freddy manages to huff close to his ear before gritting his teeth and pressing his cheek against Larry.] I love fuckin' you too.

[Just a slight variation from getting fucked. These wiry arms are tight around the other man's torso now as he comes, breath thin and gasping, body writhing. Possibly they make the rug scoot forward but he's barely paying attention to that detail.]

Fuck. [Freddy breathes, reedy tone to contrast the heavy load he leaves in Larry.]

[Even with his heart beating like a high octane drum solo, those words ring in his ears. They're cherished like any gift from one lover to another, except tough bullet scarred motherfuckers like them have their box of trinkets in their head, or the trinkets are cigarettes left 'just in case' in someone else's box, quiet moments around the apartment between record changes....

There it is. Larry lets out a long low moan as he feels that hot load spill on out at last. His whole body is shaking and his fingers itch to finish himself off. Breathing isn't reedy but it is hard.]

I love you. Fuck do I love you.

[Cheek to cheek. Goddamn.]

Tell me you want more. How bad?

[Please.]

[Those are the kinds of moments Freddy wonders if he could ever have with anyone else. Not that he thinks one day they'll be over but it's hard for a guy like Freddy Newendyke to not think about things. It's just what people do after spending so much time together like they have only a year after meeting for the very first time. He's the first man towards which this kid has ever devoted a relationship. There have been women, sure, but at twenty-eight years of age Freddy Newendyke accepts what he truly desires. Now all he really needs to consider is whether or not he believes a person can stay with their 'first' so to speak. This on top of being a cop to his criminal.

Fuck he doesn't think of things like this so clearly in this kind of moment though. When their inside each other however which way Freddy can only think of how much it makes him happy.]

Uh huh... [Another huff as writhing subsides to grinding.] I want more...real bad. Larry. [After a short break if possible. He's noticed in passing the old man's cock is wet but still hard up. No release. That's dedication.]

[Has anyone ever stayed with their first? The first girl Larry fucked is still in Milwaukee. Not that he keeps tabs on her but she is an office manager for a small billing office. The first girl he loved is living in Montana and taking care of three children. The first man that Larry fucked may as well be dead for all he cares. The first man that Larry loved is probably still married. Hard to say.

Freddy Newendyke is different from all of them. He can only just be kept in small categories. Besides that, where to even begin? For one right at this moment he's the only person that the old man has on his mind. What will he do next? What will he say next?]

Tell me what you want. [Grinding? Aw, jeeze. Well, it's easier to handle than straight up pounding. Grinding like he does makes Larry feel like he's ensuring that every drop will stay up in his ass. While Freddy stays in there, he'll keep that hold not trusting himself just yet.]

[That's just the thing of it where Freddy Newendyke is concerned though, Larry's had these experiences. He's been there, done that, he's navigated the waters to know. Freddy hasn't, sometimes he thinks it makes him look naive, inexperienced, too young and stupid and testing Lawrence Dimick's patience. They're wonderful days in the moment, but for the future, well, Freddy tries not to think of that so seriously because what they left behind wasn't particularly forgiving.]

Baby... [Breathe, Newendyke. He presses his lips to Larry's skin.] I want you inside me.

[So on his birthday, right by this fireplace, on this fur rug, Freddy can please himself by making this memory of filling each other up in a cabin in the snow. Who knows maybe one of them'll get knocked up finally. If that doesn't make Freddy Newendyke a tried and true 'gay' as Pink would call him God knows what does.]

[There's something about him though. He seems so damn sure sometimes. Is it optimism? Denial? ...Freddy's ability to be naturalistic as hell? It's not that he's an old soul. Somehow they have had it together for a year and that's with every problem, stumble and fall so far.

His lack of experience doesn't lower Freddy in Larry's eyes, in fact he feels like a jerk for overestimating.

Breathe in. Breathe out. This admission and a clear ending in sight Larry slowly lets go of himself to grip on Freddy's thigh for a tight squeeze then a smack.]

I love hearing you say that. [It makes him smile like an idiot.] Not as much as I love doin' it. Come on out. Lemme fuck you the way you want to.

[By the fire, on his birthday after blowing it once already. Films and dirty magazines don't convey this sort of intimacy. Sure this is dirty but not as much as the back of a flower shop. Somehow if Mr. White were one to kiss and tell, he'd leave experiences like this to their private collection. VIP only.

A year and no protection the way they fuck someone would have been pregnant by now if that were possible. Larry thinks it would be Freddy. Heh.]

[Could be all of the above, is that an option? Freddy presses another kiss to Larry before straightening up--only to hiss at the paw smacking his thigh. Fff. Bold move for an old man still on all fours and stuck on his dick.]

Hearin' me say what, that I want you in me? That I want you up my ass?

[He's pulling out ever so slowly, caramel green eyes focused on where their bodies meet just to savor the sight of his own cum slipping out of Larry with his dick. Then when he's pulled out completely Freddy gives his ass a smack.]

I want you to fill me right, Larry.

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