whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

I gotta--[HUFF.]--think about it, man.

[Fuck with both legs up his hips are pivoting in a way that really makes Larry sink right in. Freddy can feel every thrust, every and and out motion. Oh hell why is he holding back now??]

Come on, Larry.

[Don't make him beg. The kid drags his fingertips down one of those thick arms before resigning himself to laying back and taking it. One hand rubs over his own chest, the other on his dick, fisting up and down.]

[And that's it. No more waiting. Freddy's ever moving hands are going in all the right places for great visuals. Larry hammers away. Audible breathing is now short cries for each impact to the other man's prostate. At this high of an angle he can watch exactly where Freddy's ass accepts his cock regardless of the pace.]

Oh God.

[Precum is really flowing on out and it's not gonna be stopped off this time.]

You like watchin' huh? Watchin' me--take cock.

[Larry's cock, a hired man's cock, Freddy would be lying if he didn't say he got off on the idea the old man gets aroused watching him get fucked too. Everybody wins.]

Oh fuck.

[His breath hitches. Here in the cabin he can be as loud as he wants. It's his fucking birthday anyway, the kid'll do what he pleases.] Right there, man, right there. Fuck it's good. Make me come again--Larry.

I do, Freddy. Shit. Taking my dick. [Grunt. Say. They can be pretty damn loud here. Names and all. Slam, slam.]

I'm gonna pump you so full of cum.

[Aiming for that spot, now. He lets a death grip move from Freddy's leg to help stroke his cock.]

That's all you're gonna taste.

[Sweat is now on his skin, no doubt on Freddy's. That flexing, contorted mass of freckles looks good gleaming with perspiration.]

Uh huh. Do it, Larry.

[Grunt--wow did he just say that? Freddy can't help but laugh because it does sound funny. Dirty, funny, and charming. With the old man he feels can do just about anything which includes getting a laugh in while he's getting fucked. He just loves White that much.]

You fuckin' earned it, man.

[Freddy breathes, hands reaching up to touch the other man's face. All this pawing and thrusting does wonders in cutting his humor short, only to replace it with more pleasure, that fucking spark everytime his dick pushes past his prostate.] Do it, Larry. Come in my ass.

[He'll say it loudly just for Larry and look him right in the eye, fingers still holding onto his face.]

Gotta get your fix, Freddy?

[Leaning on into his hands, into his ass. He wasn't holding anything back but now the trick is to keep going strong to the finish line. More than a year ago he dreamed of just touching this man as he spun a wild story about a train station restroom.

Balls swinging and smacking each time with his lap to Freddy's rear.]

Freddy--fuck. [Larry can't look away. His jaw tightens and he grips on the kid as he is hit with an orgasm that about knocks the wind out of him.

Oh yeah. I need my fix.

[Of getting fucked and filled up the ass by Lawrence Dimick. He got only half of that a few days ago, being wrapped up. Win some lose some. Tonight though, that's all fucking win. The way Larry goes straight to taking care of things physically, all athleticism from his older yet still fit and impressive body, almost makes Freddy break eye contact. His caramel greens narrow, blink, but he keeps looking at White like his life depends on it.]

Fuck. Keep comin', Larry, keep it--fuckin'--coming.

[How he can still manage words the kid doesn't know. Could be the one benefit of his having unloaded first. As Larry just about blows his load though Freddy trades in words for huffing and gasping noises. Anyone who could hear them would know exactly what's going on.]

[Both of them have the shakes. Say, that's right. Even though Freddy got fucked by two men he didn't really have any spunk on him except his own. Well, on the inside. The way he's still sensitive and still shaking Larry's sure he's making up for it big time. Brown eyes are looking right on back at him even though there's a clear daze to him now.

Shit. Freddy's not done yet. The old man grinds right on up against his prostate for all he's worth moaning because it really does feel fucking amazing to be this vocal and reckless. It's something a fella can get used to.]

Oh yeah, baby. Shit, you feel so fucking good. Your turn now. I know you want to. [Paw works his uncut cock like he's cocking a shotgun over and over.] Blow your whole load.

[That's enough holding onto his face. Well at least with both hands. Freddy keeps one palm to his cheek while his other hand ventures down to feel where Larry's still buried deep inside him.]

Keep it in, baby. Oh shit.

[There aren't any fucking real words to describe how good it feels. The kid tilts his head back on the rug, grinding as much as he can on the old man. There's precum, not much of it, but it's there. His legs are down now to hook one around White. Look at him work to fuck himself on Larry's cock, into Larry's fist. Too good for dirty pictures and video.]

Fuck, I'm gonna come. [Slower release than the first, but it's a release all the same, less of a crashing wave and more of a rolling tide. It's hardly a big mess in Larry's hand though. He already put that in Larry's ass.]

[Memory is the only medium that can accurately, correctly record this moment. Larry might end up bruising Freddy's hip as he helps him to ride his way to the end.]

I'm not gonna stop until it's all over, Freddy.

[Which may not even be for a few moments. The end doesn't mean Freddy's finish, they got a whole night. It'll be spent staying this close.]

Perfect. Fuck, you're beautiful baby.

[Say. If two women fuck the same man, the same night can both of them get pregnant? What about two gays? Because it's more than obvious that's what they are. Larry's over the moon for this man, fucking this man and being fucked by this man, it's like he's a junkie all over again. A junkie and a slut.]

[Stop thinking like that, Lawrence Dimick, your kid isn't ready to be anybody's daddy except maybe his old man's. Does that even work? Sure it makes sense for Freddy to call him his daddy but the other way around? Sometimes he thinks he fucks White hard enough to warrant being called his beautiful daddy, but anyway.]

It's all that cum, man. Like fuckin' magic.

[Be glad he didn't say super serum because that's actually the term on his mind. He just knows instinctively it's easier to understand when he calls it magic. Now the dirty blonde reaches up to brush a curl of peppered brown hair off Larry's forehead.]

You're real good to me, man...

[All that he says. Larry swallows not realizing that there's so much saliva in his mouth. He could be drooling.]

Don't think that the magic's me.

[He rubs the mess all over Freddy's chest before he's close enough to kiss at his face.]

Damn.

[Between sloppy kisses.]

Sure I do. Everything works out much better then. When I'm good to you, you're fuckin' amazing to me.

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[If he drools then so be it. He's cleaned off crumbs and sauce from the old man's mouth with his own tongue before, what's a little saliva during sex? Hell worse things have gone in and out of the kid's mouth before too. He'll part his now to taste Larry's.]

Mmm. [Between kisses.] Makes some perfect sense, don't it?

[Freddy licks his lips.] Thanks, Larry.

[Again, because it's his birthday and Larry's gone above and beyond the call of duty in Freddy's opinion.]

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[They should sometime try and make a list of all the places their mouths, well, and the rest of them have been. Might yield another list of all the places they should go.]

Great minds think a like, right? They always say shit like that.

[Fucked, filled and happy.]

Happy Birthday, kiddo.

[Not even Christmas. Who needs that. They got each other. Sounds cheesy but what else is there to get? They didn't have it this good last Christmas, and then he wasn't sure of how good it would be.]

[Freddy laughs.] 'Great' might be pushing it.

[Kiddo. He called him kiddo. Of course it's not exactly a far cry from kid but it still brings a smile to Freddy's face. He tightens his arms around the old man, bringing him in and holding him closer. They still have a whole night and cabin to themselves, even if they don't spend that time fucking the daylights out of each other it's nice sharing this warm fireplace in each other's company. Better than a birthday and Christmas combined.]

But I ain't no madman.

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