whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

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...

[Down his throat and full of saliva to mix with the cum.]

Mmm yeah.

[Paws at his ass. That's a greenlight to shove away.]

[He sees that light and puts his foot on the accelerator but the speed doesn't top anything that would flag a copper. Freddy's mindful of Larry's throat, enough to keep his pace moderate, deep perhaps but definitely moderate.]

You're fucking amazing....

[Freddy breathes, fingers clutching onto his hair. He's not in danger of coming twice or anything but with the way the kid's fucking the old man's face it sure could seem like it.]

[Paws claw and clench at his ass. Kind, mindful cop making sure not to gag him. For a moment there he feels like there could be an instantaneous turnaround. Trusted partner or well loved fuck toy, it's not bad so long as it's with Mr. Orange. The full sour tang of semen is going away to just the salt of flesh. Gliding, moving motion he tightens his lips. After a moment, Larry clutches and pulls a gentle urging to get off.

Wait for it kid.]

Lay down. On your stomach.

[Oof that's good, real good, not like getting a blowjob but that's because the kid's already spent. Clutching peppered brown hair has turned into petting the top of his head until Larry pulls his mouth off. It breaks Freddy out of his brief reverie.]

Huh?

[Oh. Oh. Now he's the one who's not sure who's the well loved fuck toy. Nevertheless the kid gives a sly look but before turning over he's got to lean over and steal his kiss. It's a wet soaked messy kiss. Only after is he turning over onto his stomach. Legs are still spread.]

[That's how the old man knows that he loved, that wet messy kiss.]

Yeah, baby. I like that.

[Laid out, ready for the taking again. Not in the same frantic way. Mr. White gives an open hand slap top his ass before parting his keeps to dive in with his tongue. Usually it's Freddy who gets the pulverizing.]

[Fortunately Freddy fucking loves to be pulverized but he loves making Larry feel fucking wrecked inside and out too. With this as a chaser? He certainly has no regrets.]

Eat me up.

[He groans for the benefit of the guy watching TV, possibly a competing couple in the room below theirs.] Oh shit...

[Slow circling with his tongue before delving on in to fuck him with it. Easy now, no rush. He remembered his lesson at the stable. Gentle now, however if the kid wants to go on and get hard again.]

Fucking beautiful tight ass.

[That he'll go right on back to licking and sucking.]

[He's almost worried he might get hard again because Larry more than likely can't and sometimes he worries it unsettles him, that Freddy's body is still much younger thus capable of the feat. Would he ever begrudge him?]

It's your beautiful tight ass...

[Property of L. Dimick. Another soft moaning for it too. The pleasure here is more languid but the longer it goes on the more electrifying it gets, bordering a need to take care of a second stiff one. Freddy's not at that point just yet.]

[Begrudge only on grounds of having to come up with ways to keep him sexually satisfied. That goes for Newendyke curiosity.]

Sweet too. [He pulls his lips off, he can't help but strike at his freckled rump and watch it ripple. Two more and he's back to licking up the crack then back down to his asshole.]

Had enough?

[While your'e thinking about it, there'll be more licking and slow dipping of his tongue. Because if his baby wants more, who the fuck is Lawrence Dimick to say no. He's mellow, full of spunk and smelling like it too. Freddy on the other hand is the one who caught the perp, felt like a cop when only days ago it was the problem.]

[Each strike evokes a hiss from the kid. It's a good kind of stinging feeling, the kind of taboo spanking you don't let anyone but your lover know you fucking enjoy it. And when his tongue is back to work? Feels like a goddamn transformation from whore to saint and back again.]

N-no...aw shit..

[Freddy makes a steep curve with his back and leans towards Larry, as if he might be able to fuck himself on that pliable tongue. They should still have a packet of lube left, assuming each man carries one. Freddy sure does. But what could they use it on? His fingers? Orange licks his lips at the thought of White fucking him with some kind of object. He's thought about it before, now would have been a good time to have it straightened out just to satisfy his ass. God Newendyke you're greedy.]

[Woah. Woah. Woah. The way he moves on him the old man sees what's up. He pulls on back.]

Sounds like you need something else.

[In the mean time all he's got is spit so the old man parts his cheeks to spit on him. Oh fuck. He does wish he could get hard again. Would the kid ever begrudge him that? Huff. He takes to paddling his ass like a playground terror that would deserve it while he finds his own one use packet of lube.]

What do you want?

[As he now has to use both hands to open it on up.]

[Oh he's getting worked up all right but there's still time to stop while they're ahead. Freddy's thinking about it because the last thing he wants is to settle for whatever they have in the room and that could land him in the ER again. No need to show up twice.]

No that's enough. [He huffs, turning over onto his back and reaching out to still those paws before they can open the packet.] I'm cool.

[Huff huff. The kid's softer than hard, no big deal.] Don't worry about it. Just pick a room with some plastic fruit next time, huh?

[Whew. Just in time. As for begrudging the old man, of course he doesn't. It's not his fault his body's not the same it was 25 years ago. And goddamn does he make up for it by showing a guy what 25 plus years worth of experience he has when it comes to shoving his dick in places.]

[But but he's got fingers? That huff for a split second makes his heart about stop. Is that impatience? What? Cool he says. And the packet is still closed.]

Y'sure, hotshot? There're other ways to get off.

[Larry crawls on closer to him to lay at his side.]

Since we don't got...fruit?

[Did he hear that right? Fruit?]

But I ain't no madman.

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