whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[All that mouthing only encourages the kid to grind between the old man's lips. It's a moderate shallow rhythm, no need to fuck the guy's face, that's what his ass is for. He's working his fingers into Larry too at a pace that matches his hips. One finger, then two, both both at just the middle knuckles, no deeper.]

Feel ready yet...tough guy?

[Huff huff. Freddy's skin is warmed up and flush. And come on now he's the same size as Mary Poppins, he's just got proportions behind him.]

[Hands will go to the kid's hip but no other place. Freddy could fuck his face if he wanted. The old man's getting just what he wants. Rumbles of moans may reverberate through the organ between his lips.]

Mmmm hmmm.

[His lips slip off and he licks the underside of his shaft base to tip.]

I am. Fuck me. [A lean on in and he kisses above the wiry patch of hair at his groin. Proportions, proportions. Whether or not it's the same size the old man had no desire to jump right on it. Likely because it wasn't attached to Freddy the right way.]

[Well look at that. His cock is practically shining with saliva from base to tip. That sure says he's ready, it was Larry's job to make him so anyway. There's a brush of his other hand over the old man's brown hair, peppered with gray in places unless he's been coloring it again. Freddy can't decide which he likes best, Larry showing his age through the gray or Larry showing his age through the very act of dying it. It's practically endearing. Those other two fingers scissor, a little prize for the kiss but hardly anything like the reward he's about to receive.]

I'm gonna, keep your cool.

[Fingers out. He combs his hand through Larry's hair one more time before slipping back off the bed to make his way around. Expect a smack to that behind, Mr. White, while Mr. Orange gets poised and ready.]

[That joke is a groaner. Hell, he is but for a different reason. How can he keep his cool with strong, freckled fingers getting him ready for something bigger.

The old man's trying to give up on coloring. Freddy said it didn't matter. There are places that are darker by contrast. It's a slow process. A sort of personal battle with coming to grips with the fact that the hill is just a hill and everybody's gotta be on it or over it at sometime.]

Trying, baby. [Freddy. Not too many names. The walls are no doubt very thin. Part of the appeal. He gasps at suddenly feeling vacant. Cool down, the guy said there's more to come.]

When you get like this it's real hard to keep it together.

[And that's even without taking down some cheap shit criminal.]

[Larry is a groaner so that criticism is moot, heh heh heh. Meanwhile he keeps the wet head of his cock pressed right up against the old man's hole, pushing on but not pushing in just yet. He's teasing the guy, rubbing his skin with his freckled hands, warming him up like that's going to help him keep it together.]

Don't fall apart on me, can't fuck you in pieces.

[Freddy remarks as he leans forward, now guiding himself into Larry. It's not a slow shallow gesture as he did with his mouth either. This one's a slow but firm and deliberate push, to get as much of his cock into Mr. White in one move.]

[There's a long, drawn out moan for the way he pushes on into his ass. Larry keeps his legs spread and doesn't want to start gripping at the sheets.]

Gonna draw this one out huh?

[The strain in his voice takes the effect of his backtalk. Here, he'll shift to support his upper body by slipping a hand on down between his legs, past his cock to touch on the length of Freddy that's not buried on in yet.]

Oh fuck.

[He's not the only one straining but considering who's on top Freddy doesn't think he has it as bad as Larry (or as good, really). See just look at the way that paw is grabbing for him. It's got the kid licking his chops.]

Put the rest of me in...if you want it so bad.

[Huff puff. For the record it took a lot for Freddy to get those words out without a groan. Again freckled hands are on him, this time kneading his rear, the top of it. Farther up his back so the kid's already in the right position. It'll just take more effort on the old man's part, just the way he wants it.]

L-lazy fuck.

[Now he's letting out a noisy grunt of frustration. Come on, old man. Don't let him get to you. The payoff is gonna be huge. Inch by inch buried right on into his tight hole. All that prep that Freddy put into it helps him take on in the rest of him as fast as possible.]

Mmm. There we go.

[Since he can't reach Freddy's ass he smacks at his thigh.]

You're...really askin'...for it.

[Sinking balls deep into Larry does evoke a low thin groan from the kid. But smack his thigh will he? For that Freddy takes hold of Larry by the wrist to keep his paw there. Can the old man stay up on one arm while the kid fucks him? Because that's what Freddy's doing. The moment he's got the paw glued to his thigh he starts thrusting into him. Moderate pace. No lazy fucks here.]

I told you I wanted it.

[Sigh of relief at the first hit of many. Right for the prostate.]

Yeah. Like that.

[Because the walls are thin. Because the man deserves to hear it. Fixed hand grips at is flesh. The other well, it gets a grip on the sheets He's not white knuckling just yet.]

[Keep that paw steady, Mr. White, because Freddy's using it as his grip over holding onto his hip. This way just feels more inclusive, like it's Larry's way of showing how badly he wants to be fucked by his kid. It's a goddamn privilege.]

Fuck you're beautiful.

[Freddy manages to huff between thrusting and using his other hand to lay down a few solid smacks to his ass.]

Y'make it that way.

[It's jumbled. His voice is uneven. Don't worry, Mr. Orange. He's going to keep a hold. Just keep at it, Freddy. Don't let up and for God's sake don't stop pawing him right on back.]

Oh shit.

[The old man tries to hook a leg around one of Freddy's.]

[Oof careful that leg is thick and powerful, though Freddy's short ones are no laughing matter either. Who's the one who did a somersault to reach home plate? Another smack to that ass.]

Shout it.

[Make some noise, Lawrence Dimick. That's what they paid for right? Freddy quickens his pace, making the sound of his lap hitting his rear as loud as the smacks themselves.]

Let'em know--how much you like it. [Only with Mr. Orange, never anyone else's dick.]

Fuck.

[Gulp. He means business.]

I love your dick [he can't complete the sentence all at once. Shouldn't be any surprise at all the way Freddy's drilling him.] I-in my ass.

[Hips tilt and he claws at the kid's freckled thigh. Those thrusts busting right into his prostate and each smack making his skin sting and burn in all the right ways.]

Don't fuckin' stop.

I won't stop.

[He insists. Promises. Except now he is stopping, slowing first then pulling out completely, only to push his cock back in one smooth gesture. Then out again. Then back in again. It's not fast and harsh enough to hurt but it sure ain't easy street either. The sheer will power it takes for Freddy to do this is damn admirable too; he's resisting the urge to jackhammer the old man.]

F--![He has to bite his tongue. Don't say Freddy. Don't say Freddy. Don't say Freddy.] Fuck.

[Damn. He's spreading almost like they're starting all over again with each re-entry. And even though he does clench somehow after, it's not as tight. No cakewalk indeed.]

Hal. Hal, baby.

[That's not his name. It worked last time. Fits his boxers. Oh shit, the old man is sure he's got precum welling and threatening to drop onto that bed.]

[Hal he says...sometimes he thinks about telling Larry why he thinks he's probably more of a Wally West while Larry himself can be Bruce, Ollie, or hell even Carter. Heh, Mr. White bare chested in a harness, wielding a big hard club. They've been there before, it fits.]

Good...

[Nevertheless Larry earns the privilege of having Freddy's cock buried deep again. He pushes until they're flush up against each other once more, then he's thrusting harder and faster than before. His breaths puff out in warm bursts. The hand that was holding onto his paw lets go to curl the rest of his body over Lawrence Dimick. Freddy presses kisses to the back of a broad shoulder while that same hand creeps between his legs to stroke him.]

Come on, cowboy.

[He urges into Larry's skin. God his thick cut cock feels so good in his hand.]

[Cut him a break. It was all he could think of. The old man may not know the whole array of heroes by their given names but he remembers the few now and then. The runner up would have been Clark the way he has this old man going up, up and away.]

I'm gonna. [Gulp of air. Freddy has him completely pegged in more ways than one. The rough strokes and balls deep are what he likes.]

Pound me. Make me.

[Larry's paw is more clawing. Newendyke you're going to have bruises. That thick cut cock is wet with precum now.]

Come, old man.

[He outright barks, not a yell per se but he's more than given up on keeping quiet. Freddy's hand keeps pumping his cock over and over because it's easier when his palm's lubricated with precum. Any second now...wait feel that, Mr. White? It's the kid coming first anyway, filling the big body beneath him with a hot load.]

Oh fuck.

[Freddy groans into Larry's back, body writhing and losing its rhythm. His thrusts are still deep and hard, just erratic.]

[A noise sounds from him like a howl or what a fella makes when he's punched in the gut. That's just what it feels the rush of heat of the kid's load. The erratic pace does him in.]

Jesus. [Both paws now clutch at the sheets and grind on back against his hand and his cock.]

Fucking hell.

[Pant, pant.]

Gimme it all.

[There he goes now, clenching on that proportioned uncut cock and his cum.]

[Out of proportion if he wants to ask anyone else who happens to be of a bigger frame than Freddy Newendyke. Heh. Sucks to be them, great to be him. At least it's great when the noises he's making isn't from fucking dying but strictly from fucking. With the old man now unloading too Freddy curls his arm around Larry's torso to hold on, an embrace from behind as his hips grind with his ass, making sure every drop of cum stays inside him like he's trying to knock Mr. White up. Heh.]

Fuck, Lee.

[Lee Marvin, he's a big fan, right?] Oh fuck...

[Those are hot words rolling off the old man's skin.]

[There is nothing in this world like getting fucking pounded by the man you love.]

I love you, cowboy.

[The only man who has had an undisputed ownership of his ass. There is knocking on the wall. Someone is trying to watch TV. Oh fucking well. Larry tiredly smiles.]

Mmmm, you make me feel so damn good.

[Each breath and touch. It makes a dirty, hourly hotel room romantic and intimate. Heart of a cop, mouth of a sailor, and demeanor of a loyal scruffy dog make for an ideal match for this remarkably sweet and fucked up criminal.]

Take it out. Lemme suck on it again.

[Pant. Pant. Pant. That one was for their stupid neighbor but also for Freddy, dragging him on in here asking to fuck without any games.]

[There's even a tired fake cowboy drawl in it for you, Mr. White.]

Love you too, pard'ner. [And another kiss to the neck as he wipes his cum-stained hand over Larry's belly.] My old son of a bitch.

[Wait what? Those caramel green eyes widen. Really? Lawrence Dimick really wants to do that? It sends the kid's heart fucking fluttering. He only hopes he'll enjoy it as much as Freddy does. Hell maybe Freddy's the reason Larry wants to taste it or maybe it's because it's Freddy's that he wants to suck on it at all. Rest assured, he'll demand a kiss from those cowboy lips after.]

Okay... [Huff puff. He has to straighten up for this and pulling out always makes him hiss. Once they're separated the kid rolls over to sit up on the bed, thighs spread.]

[There's a little laugh for his word. No one else would have been that damn charming. He's about sure of it. Still warm cum on his skin and it's no thing. They won't have to wash this place thankfully.]

Damn.

[Truly there's no one reason why he wants the kid in his mouth again. Of course it's to show the kid how much he loves him, wants to please him but also to really get the taste on both ends. Empty for all but his load the old man lugs himself to lay between those thighs.]

Don't wanna waste any.

[Right on into his maw, tongue curling under.]

[The way he looks at Lawrence Dimick is half enchanted and half predatory. Freddy's in awe of how much this old man loves him and Freddy can't wait to shove his cock back into that mouth and fuck his face. He loves him too, he loves him that much. When that maw is on him he moans softly.]

Jesus...

[Freckled fingers comb through his hair before taking hold to grind against him.] That's good, Lee, real good...

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