But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]