whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Those particular moves, nearly pulling out only to shove back in deep, evoke long stretched moans from the kid. One after the fucking other. His face is read again and his mouth is open probably leaving a trace of saliva on Larry's chest.]

Come in me, man.

[Freddy groans, almost begging until he can feel Larry unloading. It's a hot warm sensation coupled with that rapid fucking making his ass pleasantly sore. His own orgasm rides upward and onward with his, hardly a dump of cum like the first but still making his cock sticky between them.]

Gimme everything, baby.

Uh huh.

[Gulp. That makes two of them practically drooling. While he knows he's hard the old man keeps on moving, milking himself and Freddy. Oh, did he like those almost pull outs? He tries a few more, the better to really stuff Larry's semen deep and evenly.]

Oh yeah, baby. All of it's yours.

[Stickiness between them is an added bonus.]

Open up.

[Because he wants to share a taste of Freddy's own spunk with the kid. First swipe at his mouth, the rest is offered up on his fingertips.]

[No one else's not even after they'd supposedly parted ways. Damn.] All fuckin' mine.....

[Nearing exhaustion like he is Freddy still manages to grunt and rock with each thrust. He can't quite hold onto his own ass anymore so it's good Larry decides to feed him a taste of himself. The kiss he meets deeply, tongue twisting with the old man's. Those fingers? Freddy puts not one, not two, but three into his mouth to suckle on them. All the while his green eyes keep locked onto his brown ones just like his ass stays firmly on his dick.]

[And still. And still. After shocks of orgasm and words like those have him flying.]

Fucking beautiful man.

[He kisses his face along the jaw while he's cleaning his fingers. Damn there is no one and nothing like Freddy Newendyke.]

Want me to clean you up, Freddy?

[Belly and below. That is after he has had his complete fill of his cock. No rush at all. Larry is happily held like he is this man's appendage.]

[Eyebrows lift up and down as his tongue slips between Larry's thick fingers as if to say you know it, man. Not that Freddy's a bragging narcissistic sort but when he's doing something like this after being fucked raw, and still mounted on his dick, well the truth is the truth is the truth. He better be fucking gorgeous to Lawrence Dimick.]

Okay, Larry.

[He says in that characteristic tone blurring the line between soft submission and filthy fawning. The noise the kid makes when he slowly and achingly lifts his ass from the old man is a crowd pleaser.]

Shit...what a fuckin' mess. [He remarks based on the sticky feeling alone. It's a mess Larry gets to deal with, heh.]

[Sticky fingers thread into Freddy's hair. Oh shit what a noise.]

I got it.

[The mess he means. Better get to work. He places Freddy on his side and starts with his mouth. It is obviously the smallest place to be "cleaned" still he uses his tongue on his lower lip.]

Pretty baby.

[To anyone outside of this room it would be considered a strange phrase to murmur into a fella's chest. Larry does it gladly as he collects the farthest smears of cum before trailing still downward. Stomach first, he thinks.]

[The mess made in his hair is fine by Freddy Newendyke. Right on his side, the good shoulder though the other one's doing better these days, he wastes no time in returning the kiss. It still holds a trace of his own flavor above a trace of Chesterfield. Christ he missed that too. Now Freddy takes his own cue to relax, lashes sliding lower to appear almost shut as Larry laps away.]

Good boy.

[Tit for tat, seeing as how Mr. White is no boy no more, however he is pleasing the kid just like one should.]

[Two loads worth on Freddy's belly and thighs. Well, the rest is on Larry but he can't clean that. This close he can hear and feel the kid breathe. He takes those words to mean he's a good boy like a dog.]

Is this all you want? There's more.

[To give, to get. The tip of his tongue is on Freddy's cock for only a moment before turning him over onto his now "clean" stomach. Right for the most wrecked place without any hesitation at all. No other man was here after him.]

[And a trustworthy reliable dog he is too.]

Eat me out, man.

[Freddy breathes like his skin is shivering from the cold but it's really just the comedown. He rolls right onto his stomach without argument, ass presented halfway up so he can angle his face and bury it into the pillow that still smells like Mr. White's hair. It feels so right this way, so comfortable and real, real enough to lull the kid into sleep.]

But I ain't no madman.

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