whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[That's a little cold. Not for long.]

I don't like em. I never have really.

[With no illegitimate children of his own to show for it miraculously enough. Larry sighs feeling the stretch those fingers are evoking.]

Want me to just bend on over or stay up here?

[It's not quite sitting on it, he thinks. Better not say anything though, they're not done yet.]

Stay up there.

[Freddy directs because hell he is not finished with Larry yet. Seriously there's a full movie running, does the old man think he's going to get to it right away? After their little game of chicken? No way no how. This is one of the benefits of having already jerked himself off once today; Orange is in no particular hurry to blow it again. Yet. Now with fingers inside the guy, Freddy hoods his mouth on Larry's dick once more. Two way fucking action right here. Those fingers are scissoring and working in and out.]

Fuck.

[What? Yes. Nooo. Fingered and sucked he is really put on the spot. Larry licks his lips.]

Man.

[He is trying to make it sound like a complaint and gain back more ground he's lost but this kid is sucking and pulling resolve away.]

I thought you said I was ready.

[Freddy curls his fingers in a way that makes both tips press right up against his prostate in an attempt to see if this'll make Larry arch up into his mouth. Because of this he's not really in any position to talk back. The sly expression on his face does all the talking for him. It doesn't last too long though, eventually those fingers slip out and his mouth slips off so Orange can stand up straight. His own cock is sticking out from the briefs and jeans he shimmies down to the floor.]

Slick me up, tough guy.

[According to how well he is working his fingers and sucking off the old man, he would say that Freddy is adapting to working one handed just fine. Arch up he does, right on into his tight locked lips then trying to rock back on those fingers interchangeably. Damn and he's changing things up again.]

I'd love to.

[Like he was being asked to wear a pin. Dimick is on his knees. Paw wraps around the base and he doesn't waste any time hooding that handsome cock.]

[Likewise Freddy doesn't waste anytime in weaving his fingers through Larry's hair, tightening his grip, then forcing his cock deeper and faster into the old man's mouth. There's some action-packed comedy infused adventure going on behind them but to Orange it's all background noise.]

Get it real wet, baby. You're gonna need it.

[Up and down all the way he goes. There's no effort at all to stop that forcing. In no time at all he's slick with saliva. Larry's enjoying his breather and really gives as much as he go.]

Mmmm.

[Tongue curling on under, each time it's almost like he's gonna swallow him whole. Is that what his man likes?]

[Aside from liking another man sucking on his dick over a woman, yes it is what he likes, because of that and because it's Lawrence Dimick who made him actualize his desire for it in the first place. His fingertips rub into his scalp in the same manner he enjoys whenever Freddy's on the other end of cocksucking.]

That...good enough for you, man?

[Shit now it's Orange who can't wait to get his dick up his ass. He wets his lips, already trying to work out the many ways he can tell the old man to get on him and ride it the fuck out.]

[Brown eyes lightly shut as he keeps his cheeks hollow and lips tight. After a few passes he pulls off slow and wet with saliva.]

Uh huh. All slick and ready.

[He doesn't move just yet since the kid is the one that's playing top dog. Larry strokes his stomach. This close you can see there is tighter condition to his body.]

Maybe if you bring the table on closer and sit on the couch, I could put most of my weight forward.

[Unless Freddy wants to see how much bear weight he can bear.]

[Unnh. That's a groan for the way Lawrence Dimick's mouth moves back and forth over him then off him, showing another characteristic string of saliva quickly broken. It makes Freddy so fucking hard--wait, say what?]

.......

[The kid quirks a brow. Is he suggesting it because he actually wants to watch the movie or is he suggesting it because White thinks Orange needs to take it easy? One's more preferable than the other. Freddy tightens his fingers in Larry's hair again.]

I'm gonna sit on the couch and you're gonna straddle my cock so I can see what your face does when I'm goin' in and outta you. [Part of Freddy thinks the old man's doing this on purpose, all the more arousing.]

[Orange is half correct. White is saying shit like that on purpose because he is desperate for whatever he can get at this point. The salty taste of him is on his mouth and the teasing stretch of his fingers haven't satisfied his taste. His man should take it easy. It would be the worst thing ever if he fucked up his arm Again fucking.Of all the times playing rough is prefered, real harm is never on the menu.]

If you wanted a lapdance you could have said so.

[Larry licks his fingers and then wraps them around Freddy to jack up and down. Once. Twice. Now he is standing.]

Take a seat.

[Oh shit that thick firm paw on him is fucking crazy. Freddy pants and thrusts forward into Larry's fingers, it's an instinctive reaction. It's not as tight as the old man's ass though and Freddy knows this from experience.]

I forgot. [Huff huff.] You believe in workin' for tips.

[Oof. Down the kid goes while an Indian village gets thrown for a loop by three foreign visitors right behind them. Well, in front of Orange, technically.]

I believe in tips.

[He says like he knows. Freddy's down and ready for the other show. Larry can now straddle the man.]

Big ones you gotta work hard for.

[Phase one is completed now he places a kiss on Freddy's forehead as he braces himself on the back of the couch with one hand. The other is reaching to get a hold of that beautiful and slick uncut piece he's fixing to ride.]

A little help there.

[To properly align himself if you'd be ever so kind, Mr. Orange.]

You know how that goes.

[Working hard. For big ones. Yep. These green eyes are peering up at him as Freddy settles back against the soft cushions, getting comfortable because he wants to see Larry do the work. After all, the kid has a busted wing to consider, hehehe.]

Man, you still need help?

[Asked after receiving a kiss to the forehead, one eye closed briefly. Freddy obliges by first aligning the two of them, cockhead to hole, then tilting his hips up while those fingers urge Larry down.]

I think you do. You're the one with a big--[hold that thought. Easing on down on him, cockhead disappearing inch by inch. It's the beginning of the motion that takes away his capability to talk. Freddy gets to see him lick his lips.]

Big wallet.

[Was that what you were thinking he was gonna say? Grin there before it falls away to concentration to not go to fast for his the sake of his ass and the kid's dick.]

Sorry to inconvenience you so damn much. I'll make it up to you.

Fuck.

[Freddy breathes in a low groan as Larry squeezes around him. It makes him tilt his head back in slow building pleasure, throat exposed to the point where it's easy to see him swallow down another moan.]

...R-right. [Yep. Big wallet. Of course he means it. Not.] Make it up to me now, man.

[This hand that was guiding? It delivers a firm smack to White's ass.]

[He hisses at that smack and the sting that it leaves. Freddy might do the same because the old man is tightening up around him.]

You even want me to move?

[Huff. Puff. A few deep breathes and the rest slips on up his ass. It feels like the kid is throbbing. Nope wait. That's his own heart beat. A few inches forward and if he cranes his neck he can kiss at his freckled face. His are tense supporting his weight pretty well. Balls deep he tilts his hips to get a feel for what it's like to grind on him like this. That's what you call deep.]

Oh fuck.

Shit no. [No wait.] I mean yes.

[Just take it easy first or something oh fuck. There's a hiss just as expected. For all the noise he makes though Freddy finds it fucking amazing. Those kisses top off the whole fucking package. Speaking of packages, the way they're arranged he can feel the tip of Larry's thick cock brushing up against him.]

You feel great, Larry. [Freddy manages to huff out in the midst of grinding back, at least trying to.]

[The first response is more of a grunt. Yeah it feels that good. He is absolutely undone. Push a little forward and his bobbing cock dusts across warm flesh, a push back and there is an even more pleasant rub at his prostate.]

Here we go, baby.

[Into motion. The old man can't remember the last time he tried this. It ain't something a person forgets but chances are he was not so bulkly. So far so good though, so good it would be worse to stop.]

You enjoying your movie?

[His nostrils flare as he breathes out with each pass. It gets easier each time.]

[Each moment only prompts Freddy to grunt and groan and grind in time with him. For each tilt back he pivots his hips forward. For each angle that seems ripe for prostate pounding he pivots his hips straight up. Larry's not the only one who got fit in the desert. In fact the kid's tan lines are probably still visible, though not as much as they were when they first got out of there. Also, for Larry's listening pleasure, Freddy is huffing and fucking puffing.]

What movie?

[Yes. What movie. He's hardly paying attention to that menu of fine Thuggee. Why bother when he has the best dish right here fucking himself on his dick. Now freckled fingers curl around the old man's heavy bobbing cock.] Work for it, cowboy.

[Brown eyes flick to watch his body work under him. Tan lines or no tan lines he would want to fuck him just the same. Say. He has fucked him without too prominent of tan lines. The change in pigmentation helps him to appreciate the muscle works underneath.]

I'm-I'm just getting started.

[Except being worked like that is going to bring on his finish pretty damn quick. Larry goes for broke and really starts riding on Freddy now. It wasn't until now he realized what a reliable and pretty springy couch they have. He's working up a sweat for his orgasm and he couldn't be happier.]

It's not my first rodeo.

[Oh come on Freddy's known about the springiness of their couch for a while now. Seriously, Lawrence Dimick. Maybe this is just a sign the old cowboy needs to ride this young bronco more often. Because he's suggested a rodeo, Freddy's working pound for pound to beat his prostate as fervently as he's beating off his cock.]

I'm gonna have a big left arm.

[The kid quips in a puff of hot exhausting air.]

[Okay so he has known but he hasn't quite been able to appreciate it as much as he has at this very moment. Yeah, yeah he should ride more often.]

To match your big leg.

[A breathless chuckle before giving away to more moans. They're building louder the more they go. Freddy's operational fist is getting slick with precum.]

It feels so fucking good, Freddy. Shit. [Redundant statement. He just has to say it. All part of the show. Lawrence Dimick is fixing to ride out as long and hard as this young bronco.]

You don't...need to exaggerate. [Huff huff. Puff.] A longhorn'll do.

[And that precum just makes it easier for Freddy to pump his fist up and down. He's working the old man the same way he'd work himself in a masturbating frenzy over a picture of some naked-from-the-waist-down cowboys.]

You gotta come first. [He insists. Oh but just in case Larry thinks he's asking for a favor...] I'll make you blow it.

[To punctuate his declaration Orange puts his lower back into fucking White from the bottom up.]

Long. Horn.

[Ha. Ha. Really is a funny one. Too bad he can't laugh. Freddy Newendyke is the only cowboy he's thinking of. He's the one that wrangled in the picture of the others. It's in their home. How much more picturesque can you get? Their beautiful rodeo queen may be old news but she's still watching. Indy, Short Round and Billie have their own problems and really don't matter a lick.]

C'mon man--[He was hoping to last Freddy if not outlast. There's no way he can now. Skin slaps against skin hard and fast enough for the old man to tighten, not enough for pain. Shit, he almost thinks he's too far gone for pain. It's like he's high. Nothing hurts. Nothing else matters.]

Shit. Shit.

[Is the kid trying to plow right through his prostate? Well, he did say he was going to make him.]

Jesus Christ, man.

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