whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

I do what I want.

[He counters when accused of jabber jawing too much. Heh heh heh. Freddy curls his fingers to press down on Larry's prostate. His fingertips rub in barely there circles.]

Don't sweat it, man. I'm gonna open you up again, give you a real good reminder.

[Fingers push in and out at a quicker pace, ensuring the spread of lube for a prepped hole. It's not much but the old man can take it, right?]

Fuck!

[Straight up shouted. His whole body tenses and shivers at each pass of his circling.]

Open me up, man. Can't you feel how I need it?

[Snug fit. Huffing and puffing and not at all complaining. He can take it. He's a tough guy.]

[His free hand delivers a smack to his rump.]

Oh yeah, I feel it. You really need it.

[Another smack that follows through into a firm reddening squeeze as Freddy pulls his fingers out. After swiping off what's left of the lube he tosses the rubber on the floor most unceremoniously. Then he assumes the position behind Mr. White.]

Now you're gonna get it. [Orange insists except he's taking the time to get saliva on his own dick too. Can never be too careful, or teasing.]

[Hey. Hey. Wasn't he trying to loosen him up? Right on after each smack he tenses. Parts of the old man aren't always very muscular but right here he could be some metal winner.]

I wasn't kidding.

[Larry sucks in a breath feeling the man right behind but not on in yet.]

Fuck me, baby.

[His cock is bobbing lightly as he shifts his knees wider. He looks on over his shoulder and reaches back with one paw to pull Freddy closer.]

Here.

[He places that reaching paw on his thigh where he can pull at Freddy. White won't need to pull much, the kid's already got the swell of his uncut head sinking into him.]

Fuck....

[Freddy breathes rushed. A little more, inch by fucking inch. It's achingly slow to compensate for the lack of proper lube. Of course, that also makes him feel criminally tight.]

Oh yeah.

[Finally. Larry groans. Paw at his thigh and the back of this dingy couch clutches tightly.]

Shit.

[That's what you call hard. Patience, patience old man. No rushing on in. The slow pace is satisfying slowly but surely. It's like a tease all the same. There is an amount of lube, he can feel it. He also feels the same sort of intensity like it was only saliva.]

[Freddy's focus is on getting buried balls deep first. Once he's managed that then he's free to clutch at both cheeks with freckled fingers like he's trying to knead Lawrence Dimick's ass into giving his dick a warm easy welcome.]

How does that feel huh...? It's real tight on this end.

[Big shoulders lift and fall as he breathes. Even though he's the one getting plowed right now, Freddy might end up having bruises on his thigh.]

Great. [He throws a shit eating grin over his shoulder like its nothing. Lies. He's sweating enough to start his hair curling.] I got the whole fucking thing right up inside.

[Easing up on his thigh Larry reaches back to graze his fingertips on Freddy's balls.]

All hot an' hard.

[He'd wear that handprint bruise with pride if he were the type to also wear really short shorts. He's not so unfortunately Freddy won't have any opportunity to display the thing, but it's the thought that counts. Larry will always know it's there.]

Good. You earned it.

[Freddy runs his fingertips up his back to his nape where he rubs the old man as if giving a massage, only to settle his hand as a grip at the crook of his neck. No warning granted, the kid starts fucking him with hard solid thrusts.]

[Earned his place like Freddy earned his trust. Still there and still strong after all they've gone through. It's a fucking marvel. Just shouldn't be but here they are again. They really must be tempting fate.]

Goddamn.

[On him like a viking or barbarian....whatever. Fucking savage and strong.]

Yeah man.

[Right back at his thigh where he squeezes and then slaps on his own before going to clutch the couch again.]

[For blood and thunder and all that. His other hand falls at Larry's hip, trapping the bigger older man in a position fit to be fucked. Freddy might not be as long and thick as Lawrence Dimick but the tightness of his ass compensates and the kid sure doesn't hold back when it comes to demonstrating athleticism. His solid thrusts quickly become a fast pumping in and out, leaving Larry's erection neglected. For now.]

Fuck you're great.

[He groans loud and unabashed before slapping his hip hand down on his ass.]

[Valhalla someone's gonna be coming. Not now...soon. Freddy's a human jackhammer. He isn't a passive mount, the old man rocks in his own way pushing himself back onto what may as well be a foot long.]

Don't hold back any.

[To end that with a caveman grunt that doesn't stop. Heh. To his own ears it sounds like he's driving on a bumpy road. Damn, Freddy. Do you want him to practically shut around you? Larry can't but he really does tighten on up being hit.]

I wouldn't--dare.

[Freddy huffs and puffs, pants then tilts his head back. He can feel Larry moving back on him, prompting the kid to still his own pace, hands loosening their grip.]

Fuck yourself on me, baby.

[He demands in a solid tone. A rubbing of his thumbs against tanner skin adds the 'please' to it.]

Like this?

[This couch is not as springy as theirs. He realizes that when he tries to use it to help bob himself up on Freddy's dick. Tanned, muscled hide flexes and tenses. Huff. The kid really does fill him on up. Any bigger and maybe they'd have a problem.]

[The lack of bounce actually brings a smile to his face because it emphasizes the amount of work Larry is putting into it, like his damn old back. Fucking perfect, perfect enough to wipe the smirk off his face and turn it into a twist of goddamn pleasure.]

Shiiiit yes, like this...

[Of course he can't hold back completely. The kid rocks forward at a slighter pace to meet every thrust of his ass.]

Yeah. Fuck.

[Flesh smacking together hard may as well be a flat palmed hit. There was a small degree of digression as far as the volume went. That's all out the window now. Larry is moaning and proud to have anyone listen in.]

Fuck me, baby.

[How long has it been? Feels like too damn long. They've only just started fucking again. His prostate is responding to Freddy in a big way. The old man's got precum fixing to leak on the couch.]

[Fortunately for both of them Freddy can't stand to take it at such an easier pace for long. He's back to hard solid thrusts again with both hands clutching onto the old man's hips. When they aren't huffing and puffing and groaning the loudest sound is Orange's lap meeting White's rear.]

I'm gonna make you cum, man.

[Still no hand between his thighs. That's because suddenly he's pulling out of Larry completely then urging him to roll onto his back.] Spread'em.

[That's an order from an officer of the law.]

[Moving, grooving, grinding as one. When they're balls deep the old man expects him to really get to it an--]

Oh God.

[So fucking empty so damn soon he feels like his body's gaping wide. Without even thinking twice he rolls on over like he's told.]

C'mon, man.

[Don't make him say more. Don't make him beg. Larry's cut cock is prominently standing at attention untouched and leaking.]

[Jesus fucking christ just looking at Larry laid out the way he is makes Freddy so goddamn hard. His thick cock standing up like that begs to be sat on but all the throbbing between the kid's thighs is going straight up his dick.]

Let'em hear it.

[He says, shifting a little for better angle. Then Orange is sinking his piece right back into White.]

Put your cock in my ass and fuck me.

[Loudly and proudly. There might be a strain in his voice with the kind sinking in again. Whatever. Who cares. Larry doesn't. He's too busy feeling absolutely amazing.]

All of it.

[Huff. Puff. Spreading again to take him in is easier this time.]

[Being a smaller guy to Larry's bigger guy, Freddy has to put a foot up on the cushions. It so happens that it gives him a little more leverage too to make each sinking of his dick hard, fast, and rough. One after the other, over and fucking over. Now freckled fingers curl around that impressive cut cock. God he only wishes he was flexible enough to suck on it while he's fucking Larry.]

Cum on me, man. I wanna feel it.

[Rocking in motion again, thank god. Larry feels like he would be fucking dying if it were painful. No pain here no matter how hard, fast and rough. He loves every second.]

Mmm. I'm gonna.

[Teeth clench. He almost said Freddy. Both paws are mindless moving and clawing as they will. Almost. Almost. How could he think to hand over his own ass to anybody else when it's being so masterfully cared for? Larry's known abuse in his lifetime. This ain't it.]

Fuck.

[That's it then. The old man is spilling on over Freddy's fist and his own stomach. Even with the fingering, the twice over fucking the old man still clenches on around that beautiful uncut cock.]

[Unfortunately the walls in this place are a heck of a lot thinner than the ones in their apartment. No moaning names into the night this evening but they'll have plenty more opportunities for that later. Right? Because Freddy's moving back in.]

Oh fuck.

[That tightness around his cock is a fucking killer. The kid sucks in a breath of pleasure, he's careful not to keep thrust wile Larry's this tense too. However his fist doesn't let up, not even when he feels warm semen spilling over. The more the merrier, his freckled fist keeps pumping him, eager to milk out every last drop.]

The whole--thing, man. Fuckin' cum all over me. [Make it snappy because goddamn he can feel his own dick leaking.]

[Jesus. He's cumming as it is. Legs quit splaying a moment to just clench at Freddy's hips and hold him there to ride out the last of his shaking. Every drop available out of his tightly bunched sack is smeared between them.]

That's all I got.

[Decent amount. Sure feels mighty powerful for a round after a dry spell. There is nothing like being on the receiving end of a Newendyke fucking. Larry quits clawing to rub his paws on Freddy's chest.]

Now you. Fill me up, knock me up.

You got a lot.

[Freddy manages through a shudder as he spreads his fingers over Larry's belly, making a mess just like he wants. At his prompt though the kid brings his hands back to push the old man's knees together, together then held to one side so all that tightness is a guarantee as Freddy starts thrusting into him again.]

I'll--knock you up, babe.

[Huff huff. Puff and pant. He's going at it hard and fast enough there's only a fraction of a second between pushes and pulls. When Freddy unloads the neighbors know it, his voice is loud in a stretched moan, filling his man up just like he asked. His body shudders and grinds.]

Fuck.

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