But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Oh he can tell because Freddy is also smitten in his own Newendyke way. Floppy hair falls forward around his eyes as he rides with Larry, panting and groaning and making that reedy sound signaling how close he is to orgasm. It will always sound similar to when he was spinning in pain in the backseat of a car. Just like fucking teenagers. He grabs hold of the wildcat as an anchor.]

Make me cum, big man.

[It's almost a shout because right as he finishes the last word his body starts writhing on him. He's making a mess of load between ass and lap, not to mention the semen that starts spilling out over Mr. White's fingers, his belly, his goddamn everything scarred and inked to perfection. Fucking smitten.]

[whitetwoguns]

Gimme all you got, tough guy.

[He tries to mimic Colossus as much as humanly possible grinding at not allowing himself to slide his hips back until he knows Freddy's done. It's easy to do when the vibrator is shaking him at the core. It's like his shivers are all geared in one direction.]

Yeah, man.

[Belly and chest have contours and dips of scars catch his load more than other places.]

Holy fuck.

[Is it Colossus or is the old man really still shaking? Hell, is it Freddy? One way or the other it hasn't stilled yet.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Could be both. Could be all of the above. What does it matter when they've both managed to meet it together, if at least one after the other. The elusive simultaneous orgasm is overrated as far as Freddy is concerned. Now he'll curl down to kiss Lawrence Dimick while his ass grinds back against him. At this point he's so hypersensitive he thinks he can feel the vibrations from Colossus right on through Larry.]

You're amazing. [He moans against his lips.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Oh this is his favorite part. Full at both ends now. So what if he's not stuffed with cum for once. Larry can live with that. Their tongues slip from one mouth to the other with no preference. As long as they can keep on moving as they do.]

Baby you are.

{For taking big cock more often than not making the old man look like a novice.]

So fucking hot.

[Blindfolding him, stuffing him, then fucking him...devious and perfect plans. Paws now massage Freddy's ass.]

[orangetoughguy]

Uh huh.

[First he was smitten like a teenager now he's making out with Lawrence Dimick like one. His left hand's up in Larry's hair, combing and stroking, while he reaches back to turn Colossus off...except oops too far. The old man might have to take care of that himself if he wants the buzzing to stop.]

[whitetwoguns]

[The way they're going at it, the old man feels young, spry and attractive for always. Freddy keeps him young in a way no bottle of dye ever will.]

I wanna try and-and get it out.

[Rushed words even though he is going to try and do it while they're kissing. First try and his hand fumbles. Dimicks don't give up easy. There he goes again.]

Fit the whole fucking thing.

[There we go, now he's got a good grip and--oooh. For a moment he turns it back on high again. His shudders in Freddy's mouth. Phew. Okay. That's fixed. Now it is slipping on out.]

[orangetoughguy]

Okay. [As long as he can keep kissing him and sitting on his dick--] Oh fuck.

[That brief moment of the high setting sends a shiver up his back, and he's not even on it. Damn. Freddy shudders right into Larry's mouth, grinding again.]

I guess [Kiss.] I gotta be [Kiss kiss.] next.

[For having to get a thick cock pulled out of his ass. A shower is definitely on the agenda after this.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Larry keeps a grip on Colossus and only puts it down when he knows it'll fall on discarded clothes.]

I guess so. Can you manage on your own?

[The old man grinds right back. He can't replicate what a vibrating cock does but he can grind up against Freddy's prostate like a motherfucker.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Hard to want to get off when he's grinding like that. Goddamn.] Think so...

[He sighs along the old man's lip then leans back to sit upright. One, two, three. Freddy lifts his hips up slow and steady until he's off Lawrence Dimick.] What a fuckin' mess...

[Freddy remarks as he licks his lips.]

[whitetwoguns]

Uh huh. All your doing.

[He's not gonna smear it around this time just wear it with pride.]

I think we better get cleaned off if we wanna go anywheres else.

[To eat or get into more comfortable clothes so the kid can really try and play his game. The old bear will sit tight for at least another hour after all of this.]