whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Oh fuck.

[Freddy moans like he's in pain, sharp and twisting pain deserving of a bloody backseat except his seat is perfectly intact, just stretched and filled to the fucking brim. It feels great having White pump everything he's got into his ass. No real pain here.]

Good, man...the whole lot...

[Out goes his tongue again as if he can taste their sex in the air.]

[Larry moves his head just so to put out his own tongue. How about that for taste?]

Mmm. [Awkward messy sideways kiss with tongue. No blood but sharp and twisting is something that he can relate to, they really are a mess now. Sweat and panic from earlier, all sorts of work and now bodily fluids. They lead a charmed life.]

That gonna be okay by you until we're upstairs?

[Not pulling out just yet but now he's bobbing up farther and farther. The longer they're like this the higher the risk of getting caught. ...would it be so bad? Privately Larry believes that they have a higher chance of being seen by someone who won't mind seeing in the City.]

[However messy or awkward it might be Freddy cranes his neck to ensure their tongues touch at some point. As if his dick in his ass wasn't connection enough. Escaping mad crazy animals warrants all the bodily fluids they can swap.]

I guess...we're gonna see.

[Freddy answers without much conviction, like it doesn't matter to him if he starts leaking his goddamn semen now or upstairs. The idea that Larry pumped him full of so much cum it's making a sticky mess of his thighs is appealing. It's like Robert Plant said, squeeze his lemon until the juice runs down his leg. Not so bad at all.]

[They are a mess. That's the truth of it. In suits or after a shower, they're still a strange mess of men who by all rights should not be as they are. A cop loving a crook, a crook loving a cop...maybe it's one of the signs of the end times.]

Well. [Huff. Puff.] Okay then.

[If he wasn't sure that he'd fall asleep after food and a shower, the old man would try to jump the kid with colossal help. Paws slowly let go from his white knuckle hold, rubbing on down his shoulders, ribs to hips.]

I'm gonna pull on out.

['Okay then,' he says...as if he doesn't want to find out first hand, hah. Freddy sounds out another low soft moan for all that rubbing. Feels good, really he could stand to stay like this for a little long but they're in a stairwell and who knows who or what might come by unannounced.]

Okay.

[He nods once, twice, the exhales slow and steady to relax his body for the inevitable separation.]

[Oh he could stay like this for as long as he's hard. Sigh. One more kiss to his neck and there he goes. Slowly, slowly now.]

Daaamn.

[The vowel is extended. Even though he knew what he was in for, that doesn't mean the after math is something that you can grasp. Every roller-coaster has to drop. Wait. It would do better to compare it to a high.]

Good game.

[With a pleasant pat to the kid's behind.]

[Larry's not the only one moaning over that slow pull. Fuck is it wonderful.] Great play.

[Like they scored a touchdown in the last few precious seconds. Fuck his asshole feels a little sore but it's a good kind of dull sting, a feeling that Larry's already indirectly promised to massage by virtue of his tongue eating out what's left. Sounds like a fair post-game wrap up to him. He pulls his pants back up, zip and everything, but he leaves the button undone. Heh.]

Oh yeah.

[MVP. The old man tucks himself back in and feels that he's got to leave his belt undone. Since his dress shirt is long enough it'll fall over some of it. Brown eyes take on in how the kid looks all pumped full of cum and done over.]

You know what people'll are gonna say when they see you.

[Watch these shirt-wiped fingers comb through his own floppy blonde brown hair. Nothing doing. Pumped full of cum, freshly fucked, recently escaped from fucking crocodiles and crazy birds. All in a day's work.]

What're they gonna say.

They'll say there's a hard living man. Some are gonna shake there heads and others are gonna smack their lips.

[While he says this the old bear is getting a cigarette. Just what you do, Newendyke. The lighter clinks as it opens.]

[Make that two cigarettes now, one Marlboro to go with a Chesterfield. Light him up, please.]

Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about the ones undressing me with their fuckin' eyes?

Weed out which ones get to look you in the eye.

[First inhale, staring right on at this man. The old man doesn't even need to imagine, he knows for a fact what's under those clothes.]

See what goes from there.

[How you like them apples? He smirks a little to himself and starts to move on.]

[Dirty dirty Dimick. Just the way he likes it. A few smoke rings follow Larry on up in time with Freddy's steps.]

What you got strict standards now?

[The kid quips like it's comparing racing horses and jockeys. Oh look who's decided to make a mess of someone's discarded laundry bag on the next landing. The wombat's curled up in some towels and snoozing.]

[Larry pauses to look at it. It's like a teddy bear and a bunny rabbit got together. The off spring somehow wins over in looks by a nose.]

Only when people think they can just waltz on in. Invite only, don't you know.

[He half turns and points at the bundle.]

[That almost qualifies for the c-word, cute, almost. Almost. Stupid fuzzy beast with a big nose and weird ears and face and stuff. How come a bunch of them couldn't have surrounded them at the beach? Fff.]

Some people like to windowshop, it don't hurt anybody.

[Orange may or may not have just dropped a hint regarding his own ideas of what constitutes a fun experience. The animal only twitches, undisturbed as they pass by.]

Some people.

[Best leave sleeping...things lie. The wombats were not at the shore because they're smart. They know what was around. Two fucks that haven't been to Australia wouldn't know that.]

People like you?

[Like he's gotta wonder. The old man is growing wise to Freddy and his ways.]

Maybe.

[Freddy gives a casual shrug like it ain't no thing but his mouth purses to make a smoke ring.]

I'm not the guy who caught a donkey show in Tijuana. Jamaica. Wherever you went.

I watched. Participating would be something else.

[Look at this shit eating grin though, Freddy. Damn. Larry keeps on walking because when he gets the kid next he's not gonna wanna let go until he's good and slobbered on all over.]

I'm not recruiting a donkey for you.

[Freddy quips as if that's the point, hehehe. It's like shaking his tail and teasing Larry Dimick to get specific on his wants. Or, to talk a spade a spade, teasing.]

But I ain't no madman.

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