whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Jesus is it possible to get hard on words alone? Yes it is or else they wouldn't have phone sex lines. He can feel his jeans getting just a little tighter, moreso when they're groin to groin. Freddy's hands roam down to Larry's belt loops, giving a tug.]

There any other way to do it, huh?

[No rubber since...aw hell technically new years but that was a special circumstance. With Lawrence Dimick alone the kid wants to feel every single bare inch and all the load he can muster.]

[Saying the words does really does pull out a reaction. Hearing them hit the air and feeling what comes out of it. Freddy could lead him around just as easily as a professional equestrian.]

No way worth knowin'.

[He laughs a little. The stable isn't very well lit. The bright lights coming on in through slats in the windows set the tone. He's gotta let go of Freddy's ass to work on his button and fly.]

[Whoa those paws are really going for gold. Green eyes glance around at first, at the horse, and the slats.]

Right here?

[He's not reluctant, just surprised...maybe a little shy around a horse. A toucan just wasn't a big deal you see. He's not stopping Larry Dimick though, no way.]

[These paws pause. Brown eyes glimmer darkly.]

They got places a little more private.

[Lips to his pulse and he gives a wet suck. Nick's right there if Larry squints just so they can make eye contact. Gulp.]
C'mon.

[Freddy doesn't have reins but he's got belt loops. Close enough.]

Say g'night, Nick.

[...Horses may be smarter than toucans. Maybe.]

I don't mind. [He clarifies.] Right here on the fuckin' floor...anywhere.

[Freddy breathes against Larry's ear, head tilted to give him better access to his neck. Those fingers in his loops can lead him anywhere. About the horses and toucans though...better not bring it up aloud.]

[He says that now. Feeling like he does, now who's words are making a grown man hard? Next stall, and hello. It's empty of any horses. Same set up. Larry has the courtesy of shutting the door too.]

Sounds like you want it dirty.

[On the floor with the dust and hay. Larry's right back on Freddy again.] I was thinkin' more of bending you over the saddle. [Undoing his jeans now with no good reason to stop.]

[Oof. Right on in here. While it doesn't have a horse it certainly smells like a horse but that don't bother a guy like Freddy Newendyke none. Clothes are already being shrugged off, unbuttoned, undone. The kid's trying to work on the old man's cowboy duds too. Though, the hat's off somewhere else ain't it?]

I do. I want it dirty. [Huff and puff. He tries to steal a kiss whether it's from Larry's mouth or somewhere on his face.] Show me how to do it, baby.

[There's another hat in this stall. Whoever it belongs to. They won't mind, it's gonna need cleaning up in here anyway. What's another mess? The horse smell will probably cover it on up. Larry's leather shirt is neatly unbuttoned.]

First I gotta make sure you don't got anything to hide.

[No clothes to cover up an inch of freckled skin. In the flower shop they couldn't get absolutely bare. Advantage one for horse stable. Once again he's able to put one palm to each ass cheek.]

I can show you. But...this ain't your first rodeo.

[Larry pulls Freddy to the saddle resting in its place. It might feel cool against his skin.]

[Eventually he's got all his clothes strewn in a little path from stable door to saddle...Larry's pretty damn good. How about that? His freckled skin is bare to the air, scarred too in places.]

No ace up my sleeve, mister. [Freddy feigns a boyish act, eighteen instead of twenty-eight.] Sure ain't though.

[He admits over a sigh to the paws on his rear, only to get pulled into position. The kid's bending, bending slow and far. Does the old man like that?]

[Two sets of clothes. They may take a few bits of hay home as souvenirs.]

Just like that, baby. [Slow bending and stretching. Larry rubs his hand down the slope that Freddy's spine makes. The way he stands his hard, thick cock rests between each swell.]

You gotta stay just like that. [Because someone got eager and already kicked aside his pants before grabbing the lube. Whoops. He's not going far. It's torture because it's a moment longer. Pffpt.]

[His skin shivers almost like the ripple of a horse's from feeling that hard cock on his skin, knowing its exact size, how it feels inside him. And Freddy knows exactly what Larry's going for too.]

You don't need too much...I can suck you down.

[The kid offers, licking his own lips at the thought of getting fucked, however which way.]

I like the sound of that.

[Makes his cock practically twitch with a promise like that. Phew. Larry rubs just a little more before grabbing his jeans. There's a one use gun oil that he applies to himself before stepping right back.]

Start your sucking.

[Fucking. Riding. Whatever they wanna call it. The fat head of his dick is slowly pushing on through. Both arms brace on either side of Freddy as he leans on up against him for the entry.]

[He'd do just that except Larry's already pushing into him, evoking a low drawn out sigh from Freddy. A sigh followed by a grown because fuck he's got size to him and fuck it feels so good. That's another perk for being cut, he can feel the damn contour of his cockhead as it sinks in followed by his shaft.]

Jesus, Larry.

[The kid groans, hot and stretched.]

[Forceful without forcing.]

Fuck, Freddy. [Getting right to it still is somehow intimate and personal even though they're in a stable that belongs to someone else.] Just me.

[No Jesus. Still he can take this kid's breath away. Visa versa. Sometime he should remind the old man of the virtues of a cut cock. Freddy gets him all envious sometimes.]

Wet enough for you baby?

[To ensure he's slipping in just right. Huff puff. So they stay steady, he locks arms, thick arms entwined with wiry.]

Uh--h-huh...

[He breathes in a shudder. What did he think he could form words when he's pushing into him like that? No prep no nothing? Damn. As for being cut, well, it doesn't occur to Freddy that Larry would be envious of his foreskin but he'll throw him a different kind of bone anyway.]

All of you...your whole fat dick--in my ass. Barely fits.

[Okay that might be hyperbole because the old man's seen this kid sit on a bigger one, but Larry's is still his favorite. He breathes in the smells of the stable, straw and leather and ruggedness. Just like a dirty movie.] Goddamn...fuck me with your big dick, man.

[Lines like that are straight out of a dirty movie. Who the fuck is Lawrence Dimick to say no?]

Barely? Nngh? [Oh fuck, he's still sliding on in. That's the thing about no prep, he's got to be patient but it makes it worth it. Freddy's adjusting around him like clockwork. Could be sheer power of well.]

Shit, you take it all in. Every fucking inch. [All in. And Freddy can bet his whole collection of figures that Larry gets right to fucking him like he asked. Now who's trembling like a race horse? The leather saddle may sound some. Looks like it's being broken in. How fitting.]

Barely, man. Oh fuck.

[Freddy groans louder this time, body bowing towards the saddle and right back onto Larry's cock.]

I gotcha, baby...fuck...all of you--

[Whoops there he goes fucking him hard. It takes the words right out of the kid's mouth. He tilts his head back, mouth parted in a moan. Trembling? Fuck yes and he's not ashamed of it. The soreness he felt from new years hasn't been forgotten but it's not there anymore, not enough to stop him from opening his body up to Mr. White.]

[Pulling back then pushing, opening him up each time. It's more than a little easy to get carried away with such a perceptive, fucking handsome body like Freddy's. Yeah, Larry thinks he's handsome. The body under him is all his. Undisputed truth.]

All of it up your ass.

[Intervals are getting shorter and shorter. Larry sits up to take a grip on one shoulder and the other in Freddy's hair as he hammers away. From this vantage point he can watch his body shake. Oh damn. This hot and heavy shit will have him leaking precum in no time.]

Like a fucking glove.

[Low pants are turning into louder groans.]

Fuck.

[Might have said that a little louder than he meant to. Oops. His knees are widening, letting Larry have as much access as possible. It's a wonder he hasn't put a hand on himself (yet).]

That's it--baby. Your fuckin' glove...it feel good on you?

[He's asking. More words from a dirty movie and he could care less if a camera was on them. Well, as long as it was Larry's camera. Fuck being gripped like this it's a real rodeo show. He's got his head up to make sure Larry can get his 'good side'.]

Uh huh. Fuck. Baby, you're so tight and hot. [Even this side of fucking not one but two big black cocks along with this thick packing old bear. Every gasp and rasping dirty word add more fuel to his fire. Flesh to flesh mimic some kind of rigorous lashing to urge them to the finish line.]

Feels amazing to pound your ass. I'm gonna fill it up with cum.

[Not now but any moment. There's precum in there, that's for sure. Larry tightens his grip on Freddy's hair and twists so that he can kiss at his mouth. It's breathless and sloppy. Just like in those flicks. He takes to gripping near Freddy's chest now since it's exposed to the night and his rough touch.]

[At least it wasn't big black cock and his thick packing old bear at the same time in the same hole. That's been done in his dirty movies too but Freddy hasn't really considered it. Though, how different would it be from his monster full moon cock, huh? It's only fair he gets a taste of what he put Larry through, and he never complained about having to abstain for a week. What a fucking professional.]

Fill me up, Larry, with your--

[He was going to say hot cum but that mouth puts a stop to him talking at all. It's sloppy, tongue slipping out to taste, saliva trailing between them. It's sloppy and fucking perfect.]

[Monster full moon cock. That's still one to think about. Larry wouldn't say it was like taking two at once, because he doesn't know what that's like, but it was more than a typical serving. Vampire healing could have helped his not complaining a little. Only Freddy got him like that practically cut in half.]

Mmmm. [Saliva down his chin, connecting their mouths a moment.] With what? Huh? [More noise please. Words may not even form again because he's rolling his nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He was gonna lay off of Freddy's cock but it's not fair to leave it hanging.]

[All true things to consider. He was half man half beast sure, but so was Lawrence Dimick. How kind of him to remember that part, any other selfish bastard could use his human appearance to his advantage and convince the kid to try a fist. Freddy's not ready for that kind of action, at least not tonight.]

Your--oh fuck, Larry.

[Another gasp followed by more moaning because shit now those paws are working his chest. His prostate is already taking a beating, damn. Without a second thought Freddy manages to lick at his own palm before sticking it between his own legs. He fists his own hard cock and strokes.]

Y-you wanna watch, baby?

[The kid asks between swallowed huffs. It's an invitation to flip him on his back, to be face to face the way he knows Larry likes it just as much as Freddy likes being pounded from behind. Seeing those warm brown eyes as he fucks him though, watching him as he works his own cock, that's something special and in a league of its own.]

[Harder pull on his skin, really wrenching it.]

Yeah. [Gulp.] I do. [Okay, Dimmy. You can do this. He grinds balls deep to work up the resolve. Paw has to leave off Freddy's chest to grip at the base of his cock. One. Two. Three. A kiss to shoulder and he pulls back. Now that he knows for sure he won't come right there, both hands are on this freckled body to turn him over.

Face to face now he can lock lips.]

Lay back. I gotcha. [Standing between his legs he'll have more to hold onto. Larry's already licking his lips.]

God.

[The kid groans again, louder for all this movement, all the pushing in him, the pulling out. It's really putting a threat on him not coming right then and there. Those kisses practically seal the deal but somehow Freddy manages not to orgasm. He does however manage to stumble, shudder, shiver, not really appear with sure footing as Larry turns him over. Fortunately it doesn't require much to lay back.]

You sure got me.

[Freddy affirms for more than just how he's careful to make sure the kid's comfortable. Those wiry shorter legs spread so he can get a full view of Lawrence Dimick. Fuck he's beautiful. Of course the old man can hold his legs together if he wants.]

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