whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Eyes widen and he grips harder. There may be five long marks on each cheek the way he's clutching on. His jaw clenches and releases. It didn't smart much at all.

The old man actually wants another. He could take it harder.

Fuck, he can't look away. Breath for breath he's right there. Their windows are fogging.]

Gonna do it [don't let him see you sweat...much] yourself?

[Looks like that really got the blood boiling in all the right ways didn't it? Freddy can't help but lean in some more, like he might actually kiss Larry this time, but he doesn't. He gets close just enough to speak against his lips.]

You're a funny guy.

[And the kid can see you sweating. Oof. Careful, Dimmy, he's moving around on you now. He's not a teenager anymore but Freddy still has the twenties on his side. Lawrence Dimick is a big man, whether or not his big dick can stay in while he's changing up his seat is questionable. Either way he goes from his knees to his feet and a freckled arm is stretching to brace the back of the seat behind him.]

I had a girlfriend do it like this once.

[He huffs. Is it the truth? Does Larry care? Does it matter when Freddy knows drawing that sort of parallel always gets his rocks off? Can he pay attention to Orange's words at all when he's guiding his cock back up into his ass so he can bear down on it? Just look at that full page spread in your lap now, Dimmy, right where the action is.]

[Full grown. Fuck. Kiss or no kiss, it's too sweet to ruin.]

T-thanks.

[That's not lip, just manners. C'mon kid gosh. Here, he won't clutch as hard. Rubbing now, on his ass cheeks because he's taking it all up and down.]

U-uh huh? Bet she didn't feel as fucking tight as you, baby.

[He reaches on up to pinch at his nipples. Girlfriend he says. A big ol' pair of tits bouncing would be a pleasant sight and feeling. Better? Nope. It's far from his mind. Intense green and gold eyes, his hair flopping with movement. Lawrence Dimick you're so lucky.]

[All the while he's making sounds like it takes effort to ride his dick this way, which it does, but goddamn is it worth it. Instead of bouncing tits there's a set of balls and his own hard up cock waving at Lawrence Dimick, and behind the whole package his asshole stretched tight around him, up and fucking down.]

Nope...not after--after I was through with her.

[Well now Freddy's just talking swaggerly shit because he can, okay? It helps him to not turn his groans into whines for the way this angle seriously pierces him with those paws almost acting like some kind of sling seat. In the best possible way. Hey there's an idea for some other time.]

Fuck this is real good, Larry.

[With a cock like Freddy's you can't go wrong to begin with. He's gotta give it attention again.]

Drilling her like you're gonna get oil. [Pant. Pant. Groans are slipping out, progressively more desperate.]

That's all you. Working your tight ass.

[One more harsh twist of each nipple before he's holding under his thighs to meet his thrusts. Now they're really rocking. Feel any precum, Freddy?]

In all the w-wrong places...

[He could be referring to the girl's ass or the girl herself.

Aw shit pinching and tugging on his nipples like that really makes him hiss almost like he's gonna smack the old man again but he doesn't because fuck he loves it. Larry knows how to work his body like he's a roughneck oil rigger himself and he ought to know Freddy enjoys that type far above any chick. He's so far gone over the edge thanks to a push from Mr. White he can't even think of pussy without shifting his focus to the fact that it's just another thing that can warm a sweet good cock. Actually that might have always been the case and Mr. White just shoved the truth of it right into him. Heh.]

Fuck.

[Larry's thrusting effectively wipes any smug off Freddy's face. Green eyes narrow and he tilts his head against the back of the front seat, braces the back seat with his heels to hold the position. It makes his ass and thighs tighten up. If there's precum he certainly can't tell now.]

Fuck me, tough guy.

Now that's a dirty story.

[He's thinking about all the girls he's fucked now, how hard and how often. How none of them touched him the right way on the inside in return. That's no ladies fault by any stretch of imagination. None of em were the right fit.

Larry's sweet good cock is slamming on into the kid. He lifts up as though he's gonna pull on out beneath him to force back in.]

You're gonna fuckin' taste it.

[Drilling away. Larry licks his lips and looks from that not so smug face anymore to his dick flopping with how they move.]

You're a dirty story.

[The kid manages to grunt back. How who knows. His forehead's shining with a soft sheen of sweat and his limbs are starting to tremble from the way he holds this position for the both of them, ass clenched and fingers digging into the interior.]

Good. Make me taste it.

[He huffs under a lick of his lips like some kind of starving dog. Freddy wants to taste it, he wants the old man to find a new goddamn depth inside him, he wants everything to be okay. Flopping the way it is it might be hard to tell there's precum beading at the tip of Orange's cock.]

[Oh he understands. It's a more advanced dialect of Freddy speak, more sharp than with a mouth full.]

You're the film.

[Which everyone will know and watch. Fitting since he's the go-to movie guy.

Sometimes the old man has to marvel, they have a known psychopath that knows their faces and their aliases. Their lives could still be in danger. Still, look at them fucking without a care in the world.]

Baby. Get your phone.

[The one where he is keeping dirty pictures. He stops moving and holds Freddy down onto his cock..]

Wh-what? [That request honestly takes the kid by surprise but oh he's being held down on him so good...he grinds against the old man.] You wanna make a call?

[Film, Newendyke, he said you're the film. Give Freddy a break the blood's kinda rushed from his head. Oof. With a little unsteady grappling he manages to pull out a phone from their mess of clothes. Tap tap. The roof light's on.]

[In the meantime, the old man will lean forward and kiss at his shoulder and neck.]

Picture or whatever...

[He'll let the kid even operate it since he's more handy. It'll be his own private video. No one else's.

His skin is salty and hot. Larry hopes that in the summer doesn't wait so long. The season change lets them go out more, the days are longer too.]

[Oh. Ohhhhhh. Oh that feels good too. Ahem. He fumbles with the phone to put it on the right move, which is filming. Holy shit he's really going to film them fucking in a car. Even though he has NO INTENTION of showing this to anyone ever, the fact that the camera's rolling so to speak is a great big fucking thrill. In position again, Freddy's got a tight firm grip on the phone.]

Keep fuckin' me, cowboy.

[It's angled down to keep the action in frame, mostly belly, cock, and ass. Without any real knowledge of the two the video would seem to star just a pair of royal cards. Oh wait there's a climbing panther sort of moving in and out of the frame.]

Y'got it, Sheriff.

[Muffled into the crook of his neck. Could distort voice, to people who don't know. Back into motion again. It's a small camera phone...device. So it is as though they're fucking again without it. He is feeling a higher high knowing that this can be played back any time the kid wants.

Hard, fast, not much time at all between deep passes at Freddy's prostate. Grunting and moaning don't wait much longer. He's on edge]

Fuck!

God. Fuck yes.

[No names, Newendyke, no names. You know, just in case or something. The way he's getting slammed there's just no way to hold the camera still. It's got some shakiness going on but he's doing his damnedest to capture their bodies moving together. That is, until Freddy starts coming.]

Shit shit. [All that precum that was leaking out's turned a milky white.] Put your hand on me, baby.

[Come on and let him hear it, kid. It's loud like a favorite rock and roll chorus. Larry may know the words but that doesn't mean he's sick of hearing it.]

That's it. Keep coming.

[Gulp. Look who's talking, Dimick? There's a paw that can work Freddy's cock. Might show a flash of a tattoo now and then. Stroke, stroke, stroking, milking out every drop from the outside as well as the inside.]

Fucking shit, you're so tight. I'm gonna blow it.

[His pace is growing ragged if that's any other tell about how close he is.]

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Ahhh shit....

[Look at this limber freckled body writhing up and down on his cock and making a mess of his heavy hand. They're lucky none of it flicks onto his phone.]

You got all of me, man. Now I gotta get all of you. [Freddy breathes heavily, rear grinding into his lap again.] Come on, how do you want it?

[Fucking dirty movie this is.]

Stay on my dick.

[Huff. Puff. He strokes up the kid's stomach mess or no mess.]

My cum is gonna go up your ass.

[And that's about all the warning that Mr. Orange is going to get. The body beneath and him up inside is shaking. Age has got nothing to do it. Any man would with Freddy. No telling that though. Guest stars and lead roles only.

Now there is filmed proof that Mr. White enjoys fucking Mr. Orange.]

Oh yeah. [Moaning. Here, he'll shallowly thrust to ensure that he's pumped out every bit.]

Like I wanna get off?

[He quips with a smirk for the ironic twist there. Heh. The smugness is so brief though in one second it's gone because Larry's putting his back right into fucking him again.]

Jesus.

[Praise the fucking Lord. Freddy might have already unloaded but that doesn't stop the effect a cock passing over and over his prostate has on his body. He's fucking shaking, moaning too much for more witty words and the phone's catching the whole damn thing.]

[Thrusting slows to rough grinding. Gotta make sure none of his load gets out at all.]

How's it feel, man?

[Pant. Pant. If he was feeling warm before now the old man's definitely coated with a sheen of sweat. He sweats a little more than Freddy on average. Paws, dirty and clean are trying to pull at the kid to get a kiss. It might be fucking up the camera work.]

Fuckin' hot piece of ass.

Fuck...

[How can you ask that kind of question when his ass is tight around your fat cock, old man? Seriously. Huff puff. The phone's filming falls out of focus for a moment as he grinds with Lawrence Dimick. Ass to lap and mouth to mouth.]

Real [Muffled.] good...

[Yeah, Freddy knows it's for the audio too, make it real raunchy.]

[Darker still tanned skin with pale and freckled moving together in the frame should not leave much more to the imagination after what was captured.]

S'how I love it.

[Making all hard and heavy topics and issues disappear for the time. It's like a drug. Fucking won't fix a thing. They go at it as though one of these times it will.]

That's a wrap Mr. Director?

[Muffled at Freddy's mouth. His thin lips parting again to head on into his mouth.]

[He'd answer but his mouth is a bit occupied with tasting his tongue, the inside of his cheek, those teeth. And then there's the feeling of his cock acting like a goddamn plug to make sure this kid gets knocked up. So good, that's the only way to put it. Mmph, okay finally he leans his head back enough to talk.]

Okay.

[Yep. That's the line Freddy chooses to have as the last second of their video. Go figure. Not that he intends to find an audience for it or anything...]

[Larry breathes out in a long, slow and satisfied sigh.]

Somethin' better on there for you.

[Psychopaths to the left of them, spider women to the right. Here they are.

Good thing they're even too because waiting for whatever sort of a revenge the kid had. The longer it's meditated the harder the hit. At least that's been his experience. One hard and nuts truth for another.

What now? Well, now they stay in the back seat awhile.]

Y'can save that for when you're bored of your stash.

[Because the camera's no longer rolling these freckled fingers are free to stroke through the damp hair at the back of the old man's head. His fingertips are kneading gently into his scalp. A shower's on the agenda later. Maybe. Depends on how the kid feels.]

You're givin' me ideas.

[Freddy huffs gently in 'warning' like now that he's got a taste for video he might just make another. One could say this all started with a polaroid and a red bandana. Larry's proving himself to be a tough gateway drug.]

[When did it start really? The night after briefing. That was it. The mind isn't fucking good enough.]

Uh oh. Are they still there?

[His head nudges this way and that to get the best of that combing and massaging.]

Might not be too late to get em loose.

[As he gets back to Freddy's waist. He'll help with the pull off. When he's ready that is. They can quit whenever they want. Except why would they even?

These sort of kinks keep going in different directions. They can still go at it with nothing more though, it's just some fun. Larry does have his worries that the kid is gonna get bored. But then he gets his bones jumped.]

But I ain't no madman.

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