whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

That's it baby, you gotta get it...real wet.

[Freddy manages to huff out as he combs his fingers through Larry's hair only to clutch at the back of his head. Now they're moving together and fuck it takes a lot of willpower for Freddy to not want to fuck the old man's mouth right then and there to orgasm. Don't do it, Newendyke, you promised to push his ass open.]

Shit....

[There's a wet, thick slurp as he tries to not get drool all over himself. They need it. Freddy has all of his trust to treat him right. Any other person would be forfeiting their say completely. It's hard to protest with a dick in your throat. Both hands paw at his ass, thumbs tracing back right behind his balls.

He can take it, this and worse. Even if he may fret about his hair, the kid can hold tight as hard as he wants.]

Mmnnnughhh.

[Murmuring full of cock. Some say it feels pretty good.]

[Those thick fingers are venturing dangerously close to his own hole, not that the kid would refuse them if they wanted to request entry but truth be told he's riding a high based on every act of penetration happening solely to Dimick's. Heh.]

Ease up.

[He tells his old man and proceeds to draw his cock back, just far enough to assess how coated it is. Looks like there's some saliva making its way down Larry's chin too. Damn.]

Do you--want it right away, baby? Want me to shove it in or do I gotta eat you out first?

[His big, broad, tan chest is moving up and down as he pants. Even though he isn't sucking on Freddy's cock any more that doesn't mean he's ignoring it if it's right there for stray licks. Larry is ignoring all the saliva smearing his mouth and chin.

Oh shit is his ring piece hungry for it. Except the old man's unsure how well it'll slip on in.]

I think you gotta eat me out to open me up, tough guy. You know how I get.

[Lips part in such away so he can wiggle his tongue right up against the slit of his cock. How he gets, he says. Like it's a sort of a problem or something undesirable.]

[That tongue waggling down the center slit has these hips shaking. Fuck is he good and Freddy's gone and learned from only the best. Fingers comb through darker hair tinged with gray in sparse areas again.]

I do, real...fuckin' tight too, like you don't let--just anybody up your sweet ass.

[One knee follows the other so that he's not straddling Larry's chest anymore. While he's at it he'll tilt his head down to spit on his own cock, keep it wet.] Turn over.

[Brown eyes slide shut and he keeps his hands still. That is some shaking. Hah. Who else can get this man to feel like this.]

There's only one dick I want. That's yours. Uncut. Unwrapped.

[Huff. That's a great view and he knows Freddy has to move to get what he wants so take it all in. The old man strokes down his own chest watching Freddy keep his dick slick.

Wait. What was he doing? That was very distracting, kid. Larry turns on over. He wishes for a second they could have music going or something, but then he wouldn't be able to hear the kid breathe or any prompting he might give verbally. And the rain is enough screen for sound. Maybe. Over he goes onto his knees, ass presented.]

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Well you're gonna get it.

[Don't get your hopes up, Dimmy, the kid just managed to spit on it using the right angle and aim. He can't actually suck on himself like some guys do in those dirty movies of his. As soon as Larry's on all fours Freddy forgets his own dick in favor of working his palms over that ass. Kneading. Smacking. Kneading again. Then licking at one side only to then lick at the other. He's coming close to the old man's hole but no cigar yet.]

How's it feel when I'm up in you?

[Casual question for casual conversation. He presses the tip of his tongue to that puckered center.]

[Right down to it. All of that priming and pawing makes him feel like a grade A piece of meat. Inspected, prepared and going to be devoured completely. Yeah he may have a portion of hair on his legs raised in anticipation right along with his cock that hangs ignored. he can't have it all. Muscles clench and release after each smack loosening right on into the release.]

Feels like--[use your word, Dimmy. Real ones. Not grunts. His back bows and knees widen.] Feels like you're pulling me open, making a space inside.

[A portion of his tongue has him loose his train of thought, he pushes back more. He wants it bad.]

Like I'm carvin' out my own property.

[Freddy says, extending the metaphor before he extends his tongue to slip into Larry. If the old man thought he was a drooling mess wetting the kid's cock he should see the way Freddy salivates on his ass. They've gotta be adequately prepared after all. Both hands work his cheeks together then apart, getting this end of his body to warm up, to be flexible.]

Uh huh.

[A shiver runs right down his spine, possibly right into that tongue.]

Fuck. Making it your own personal dumping ground.

[For cum originally, now saliva. Whatever he wants it ain't bad. After gripping at the bed and trying not to stroke himself he reaches back to grip flappy hair or maybe his shoulder...whatever.]

Shit. Baby get me real wet so nothin' stops your cock.

[Licking and probing as much as he can maybe it's no wonder girls used to happily date a dork like Freddy Newendyke. Tongue out again just so he can spit on Larry's hole. With that paw on his head the kid just wants to dive in and dine on Mr. White.]

I'm counting on it. Say when.

[He licks again to bring any saliva trailing towards his balls back up to his asshole. Then Freddy dips his tongue inward once more followed by a freckled hand reaching between Larry's knees to stroke his cock.]

[All those slim, shapely legs splayed open for him oblivious to the idea that it is a limited time only performance. There's a whole new audience that's just about dying for his talent.]

Oh fuck.

[More tilting back on into his tongue. Balls too? There's an unmistakable low grunt that anybody'll know is coming from an explicit act if anyone is around to sneak a listen.]

Kinda like you got two dicks.

[Heh. Well. Freddy knows how to mouth off. It's a unique experience. And no one with a cunt or tits are going to feel that again he firmly believes.

Saliva, why can't you be a little on the thicker side?]

[Saying it like that just makes Freddy miss the all too short friendship with Colossus. Then again if people have their stuff where everything is fucking glass maybe Colossus is over there just waiting for them. Silver Surfer too. And the pin up girls.]

Mmm... [Mr. Orange sounds against Mr. White's ass, tongue drawing out to lick a trail down to his balls and again back up. He spits a third time on the old man.] Just got one. It's a good one though. Are you ready for it?

Oh yeah.

[Even if he's not, he can't wait any longer. There should be enough spit. Larry will gladly accept the consequences. It's what a hard living and hard loving criminal does in life. Colossus is not what he wants to get filled up with.]

Fuck me.

[Legs splay and he lifts his rear some in the air while the rest of him is closer to the mattress. Is this even how Freddy wants it? Even if he doesn't, admire your handy work, Newendyke. Properly damp and malleable.]

[It kind of is and kind of isn't. On one hand it's a classic and Freddy loves it when Larry plows the crap out of him from behind. On the other hand, Larry isn't Freddy and if there's one thing Freddy knows about Larry it's the joy he gets from being able to look eye to eye while fucking, getting fucked. Remember, Newendyke, he brought home a bed. Fuck him like you're on one.]

You look great. [He praises before giving Mr. White an unceremonious push onto his side.] This is better.

[Oof. On he goes to separate Larry's legs, the one Freddy's straddling stays straight while the other bends at the knee, high enough to be out of the way. Before he can put it in he's got to spit on his hand, an extra measure of caution that he smears onto the tip of his cock.] Now I'll fuck you, baby.

[Orange leans forward, one hand to guide himself, one hand pressing on White's thigh for leverage.]

[No matter where or how the kid tops, it is done with an intensity and mastery. That first rodeo to the song of a black magic woman was so long ago, his skill level isn't even in the same range. The student is in some ways surpassing the--tutor. Larry Dimick has learned more along with Freddy in bed and out of. He's learned that after being stupidly thoughtful he wants to fuck face to face. Somehow.]

You know you can ask.

[He says with fake indignity even as his limbs are arranged. Knee bent and on his side he can see. Larry reaches to help guide Freddy on in.]

There we go, that's what I want.

[Licking his chops like a hungry bear. It's always intense to be spread on open. No fingers or lube this time. To say it's intense to feel the head of his cock crowning through his ring piece is a start. His brow furrows but there's no whisper of John Connor.]

You don't want--to be asked. [Huff huff.] You want to be told.

[Freddy argues as he clutches the old man's limbs. Is he wrong, Lawrence Dimick? Prove it if he is. He dares you. The way that paw is working to help guide him in just reinforces Freddy's own belief, that Larry, though a face-to-face romantic that he is, can and wants to withstand a little rough housing too.]

Oh shit....

[The kid shudders. He's buried almost balls deep into the old man and already he's succumbing to the tightness. Fuck has all this time in the desert tightened up his end too? Now that he thinks about it maybe that's why bending over for Larry the other day felt like bending over for a club. A very warm club. Orrrr it could just be the lack of lube. Who knows.] You feelin' good yet?

[Now comes the slow grind.]

Tellin' me to lay there and take it, that what you're [there's strain in his voice that's what you call a tight fit] tellin' me?

[There are a considerable combination of factors that could be why. The desert, no lube, that unwrapped sizable girth penetrating his insides.... all of them, none of them. Larry doesn't care yet.]

Oh shit. [Short nails are making marks into the skin of Freddy's thigh.] Fuck me, cowboy.

[Rough and tough.]

Oh yeah. That's what I'm tellin' you.

[Freddy groans as grinding slowly turns to thrusting. Short thrusts at first then longer ones, all of them ending with a pronounced slap of rear to lap. At this angle he's able to fuck Larry as deep as his not quite as long cock can go.]

Like this--tough guy?

[His other hand goes roaming up the old man's side.]

[Not quite as deep, huh? Well feels like he's tunneling in all the right ways. Even though he established that's what the old man should do down below he's attempting to move along to compliment this fucking.]

Yes. [It's one word but a long low hiss. Here, he'll grab his own bent knee and hold it on up for the kid.]

Goddamn. I love you fucking my ass.

[Freddy. Freddy Newendyke. He'd say it out loud and proud if there was no chance there were other ears listening. Hopefully the kid will get what he means.

[With a gesture like that how can Freddy not go to fucking town on him? Hands firmly planted on him but not yet stroking him. He'll reach between those legs eventually however right now is dedicated to carving his own space into Larry Dimick.]

I love you too, man.

[Not quite what Mr. White said yet it translates quite the same doesn't it? Freddy curls over far enough to kiss at his skin. He might not be tall enough in the torso to reach Larry's mouth.]

[How great of a time to test out the bed. It's springy in all the right ways.

That's what he meant in a round about way. He said that he loves Freddy fucking his ass because Freddy loves to hear it, and well...same difference.]

Fuck. [Huff. Puff. The increased speed is appreciated and instantly noticed. From ring piece to prostate, it's all tattooed with name of the estate owner.

Touch his own dick or keep rolling with the punches? The bear can't decide. Those lips are burning on his skin. He was damp with rain now there's a sheen of sweat. Somewhere in his head he thinks they should be listening to "Riders on the Storm"...except they have before.]

You're amazing.

[He manages to shudder out before kissing Lawrence Dimick again. Freddy's been working up something intense out in the desert too, patrolling as he's been, on the alert, shooting and running for their lives. He's putting his back into each thrust, using all that rediscovered strength and energy.]

Want me to--[Huff.] Jack you off, too?

[This particularly thrust brings their bodies flush up against each other so he can grind against the old man, eagerly awaiting his answer.]

[He is? Really? He's not the one who is pulling out all of the stop. Fuck, that strong slim body. Is this what it's like with Colossus? Ain't about size, it's about performance. For fear of losing his grip on his own knee Larry hauls it a fraction higher and is amazed at a difference so much he forgets to speak. That was a question.]

Uh-huh. [Brown hair is starting to curl with the rain water and sweat. In case his answer isn't distinguishable he nods.]

Give it to me, man.

[That big cut dick is getting wet too, it's got nothing to do with the weather.]

[If only the kid could claim he's the reason the old man's hair is curling. Ah well. With that affirmation Freddy shifts to free one hand while still fucking away at that ass deeply and completely. Freckled fingers curl around this thick wet shaft, goddamn if only he was flexible enough to suck on Larry while fucking him. That would be a sight. Instead he has to settle for just staring down at him, damp floppy hair falling into his own eyes staring at brown ones.]

Come for me, baby. Come on.

[His pumping fist is going out of pace compared to his thrusts, just another way to underscore two distinct acts.]

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