whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

[Lawrence Dimick's been many places in his life, good and bad, how is it that he feels most at home with a man like Freddy Newendyke? How is it that no matter the years, careers, secrets or lies he still feels like he's made to be in this man's arms and between his legs? He doesn't need to grip his legs but this ride doesn't have reins or a saddle.]

Fucking Christ. [Sweaty and worked up it's not so cold anymore.] Jack off. [Aligned again and sinking in.] I wanna see it. [Gulp. Eyes rove down to watch himself disappear into Freddy's ass again.]

[The way he sinks in is fucking something.] Oh shit you're big.

[Freddy remarks and it's not just for show either. Larry really is kind of on the thicker larger side and that's without a skin. Impressive. His ass can take it. Hell, his ass wants it. White's fucked him so many times Freddy's almost certain he's pounded the silhouette of his cock into him, at least a little bit. A kid can dream about an old man leaving that kind of mark, okay? And also so much cum he's leaking it, that dream's become a beautiful reality since they stopped wrapping up.]

Okay, Larry.

[He wants to see it. That dirty old bastard. Orange wants to be his dirty young piece of ass. Freckled fingers wrap around himself to stroke, nothing too fast and rapid, steady and drawn out to really show him how it's his dick slamming against his prostate that's drawing out Freddy's moans and reedy gasps, and a hand on his own cock is just a cherry on top. Figuratively speaking anyway.]

Every inch has your name on it.

[Height and breadth. Damn right he's leaking for this kid. Sloppy and messy, some precum might have dripped in the hay and on the saddle some. The rest is going into Freddy.]

Mmm. Fuck. Oh yeah, baby.

[Gripping tight onto those wiry strong legs. Each slam gets him closer to the edge because it brings out those noises. The kid looks and sounds like a dirty young piece of ass. Mr. White's dirty young piece of ass. His knees and thighs are starting to shake. Horseback riding hones those muscles.]

Christ I'm gonna--gonna come. [He says it like it's something to mourn, to mourn the loss of his semen, except it's not and Freddy's just sounding that way because it's how he gets when he's this close to the edge. Sooner or later he might beg for the old man to hold him.] That's it, baby...fuck me.

[Another thin whine, almost as if he's in pain from being fucked so hard. He's got precum beading, flicking from their movement, and his balls are tightening up. His rear constricts too, tighter all around Lawrence Dimick as he unloads.]

Fuck me, Larry--

[Freddy's desire to get them coming simultaneously falls by the way side for writhing and groaning because he's focusing on milking himself out. And with every pull on his own dick it's like he's pushing even tighter with his ass.]

Come. [Oh goddamn the noises he makes. Halfway between wounded and desperate, that fucking day was so long ago. Long enough for the old man to be invigorated by each sharp cry and whine. Brown eyes are on him like he's trying to record each second from the way he tenses and each spurt of semen.] Come on my dick.

[It's too much, the constricting around his cock and the way the kid is fucking grinding and pumping his fist.]

Shit! [Larry guns balls deep to be sure he's filled up to the brim.]

[His own load is a mess over his fingers, over his own stomach, maybe a little on Larry's too.]

I am, baby, right on you.

[Feel that, Lawrence Dimick? It's a heel trying to anchor onto him, as if it'll do the kid any good but at least the gesture might convey he wants the old man balls deep. Freddy wants him deep and coming as much as he can then staying there to make sure his young piece of meat runs the risk of getting knocked up.]

[He surrenders one of those legs to grip the saddle horn and lean forward to dive into Freddy's mouth and make sure he's filled at both ends. Damn, it's like the freckled body under him is milking out every drop. The euphoria doesn't ebb away but gives away to another depth. Shit, he's shaking like a teenager. It all feels lengthened.]

Like that? [The panting, tired bear asks breaking to lock lips.] Filled up with a hot load and thick dick? [More dirty talk. It's what hot blooded rough trade types are used to.]

[Freddy parts his lips to let Larry in, gladly getting his fill at both ends. It's no cock and cock, sure, but that sort of feeling bears no comparison to this one. Being curled nearly in half, legs up and spread, thick cock buried deep in him, cum up inside, cum between them, and a kiss? In a fucking stable with hay and horses and all that around them? That's what Freddy calls fucking romantic.]

Mmm...like that. [He speaks when he's got a second to breathe.] Fuckin' filled...

[All that dirty talk is romantic too in its own way, at least when it's between them. No one else gets to talk to him like that without being paid first.]

[They can talk on the clock. And even if they are, none of them are going to pump Freddy full of cum. Not a one. It is romantic then, ain't it?]

About drained me dry. [Larry rests his head on Freddy's shoulder a moment. He doesn't have to hold his legs anymore but he does to support the man. It's kinda hard to stand still on his end so leaning is just what the doctor ordered.]

Got all tight up like you had no intention of letting go.

[Maybe he didn't. In the stall immediately after theirs, a horse nickers.]

[With the old man's head right on him the kid doesn't have to reach far to comb his fingers through his peppered brown hair, using his clean hand of course. Now those wiry legs are bending, wrapping around his torso.]

Maybe I didn't.

[Freddy offers with the slightest shrug. Minds are thinking alike, but this one pays none to the horse whinny. It's not like they were bothering the big old beasts in here, making their mark on a horse's beauty sleep. Er, but speaking of making marks.]

I'm leakin'.

[Possibly on the saddle. He informs Larry as just an observation. Freddy's obviously not actually doing anything to stop the cum from seeping out of him because he happens to really enjoy the feeling.]

[If his eyelashes were longer like Freddy's he might get some unintentional butterfly kiss. That hair combing touch makes him wanna keep that going awhile. Somehow this is a more comfortable position than he imagined.

.....Well, alone in the stable sometime the man going about his business. Scratch that for one dream fulfilled. Lips are just starting to be on his skin again when he stops.]

Leakin'? [Might make it more messy but he grinds.] I worked hard to get that on in there too. Shit.

[The grinding action evokes another stretched out moan from Freddy. It's a good pleased sound.]

You sure did. Maybe you got too much, real virile shit you know? For breedin'.

[Freddy licks his lips which in turn ends up licking a little bit at Lawrence Dimick.]

Nothin's too much for you, cowboy. I've seen what you can work with.

[Even though they were wrapped up, that would have been two grown men's worth. It's all fucking bullshit dirty talk. He's more that pleased to have it.]

Gotta say it's just the reaction I get. Especially when I'm fucking you. Kinda like you're just askin' for it the whole time.

[Lies, kid. He loved just riding with you or having you watch. The fucking is a bonus.]

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