whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Oof Freddy's turning in that lap to face belly down now, arms all over his thighs to prop himself up.]

I sure do. Sometimes I can taste it.

[On his mouth. Heh heh heh. Nothing to be ashamed of there, it's rather endearing but only because Freddy Newendyke is the exact same way.]

Last I checked you liked what you taste.

[Larry leans in like he means to demonstrate but then shrugs. Freddy is wise. He's playing bear games to get his pic-a-nic basket.]

Sure do. Can't get enough of it.

[His mouth purses as the old man leans in--heeeeey. A single caramel green eye narrows at Lawrence Dimick.]

Always making it worth my while...

[Almost always. Ever so slowly this Orange is putting more of his mass into White's lap.]

Always, huh?

[Rather than threading on into his hair, he has to use his hands to invite the man to settle in. Words like that lure him.]

That why you brought me here?

[No. It was to spend time. Talk in private while presenting him with an important photograph. Thin lips press to Freddy's first once then again.]

[Oof. Real nice and comfy now.] Not initially.

[That's the truth. He brought Larry over to this place because it's nice, it's a cool place to share, it's great company, and to give him the photograph where no one else would see. Anything else just comes around as a secondary perk. Perks maybe he just can't refuse either.]

But nice if it comes up.

[No innuendo there, Mr. White. Orange purses his lips to meet each kiss.]

I better think of something to give you. Not too fair that all the photos you got are on your phone.

[And are, much like Dimick's, in a state of nudity. They are just that comfortable with one another. Freddy in his lap with the bike nearby could make a good picture.]

If it? [Another peck, they keep rolling one after the other. Larry sighs and slowly starts to slip his tongue out to run on the seam of Freddy's lips.]

I like it that way. Better than carrying a magazine or something into the john.

[Oh yeah. Freddy Newendyke went there. Heh heh heh. Now he's getting his arms into it, draping them up and around Larry's neck to bring their mouths closer together, pressed to each other. Letting his tongue probe deeper.]

[Always more fun in the deep end. Words take a back seat as they act as though they should be in one.]

You have an imagination. I don't think that's the same. Pictures sorta bring together more.

[Something they both can agree on.]

Except you only got two hands.

[Going solo at least. Larry decides that it's too soon to stop making out. Paws start up to Freddy's fly without asking. Does he even need to? The subject matter alone. This is them, intimate and honest.]

Pictures? Man I got video on that thing.

[He reminds Mr. White who happens to star in some of those special films. Who knew technology could be so grand that Freddy carries his own home made porn in his pocket. No one's ever asked to look at his phone, it seems safe.]

I can prop it up on the sink, don't gotta get it dirty.

[The kid talks like he's discussing how to arrange a picture frame. He doesn't protest those paws at his fly either just like how he suspects the old man won't protest these freckled hands working his tie off.]

[Oh he remembers that video.]

Is it good enough though to keep on watching? Huh?

[They don't fuck poorly on average. He does wonder about their cinematic prowess. It's one thing to live it, it's another to watch as a spectator and an even more separate thing to see how it was captured on film. To be honest it really does bring a gleam to his eye to know that the kid watches and uses special films.]

At home maybe. What about at work? Or in the shower?

[Not a word to stop that tie from slipping loose. Larry spits in his palm.]

[First his tie let loose, now the kid's undoing his shirt buttons, one by one. Slow and fucking deliberate. There's a gleam in his eye too, especially when Larry spits into his hand.]

It's like an appetizer you know, until I can get the real thing with the man himself. [That man is you, Mr. White, in case it's not obvious.]

[By the water the air is a little cool. Nothing body heat won't fix.]

Ah.

[Slow and oh so comfortable wrap around his cock. Larry takes a casual glance around. There's enough brush to obscure them but if anyone comes across the water they may be putting on a show.]

So. You got the real thing. Right here.

[Again.]

[The weight of his paw on his dick makes Freddy arch right up into his fist. It's a wanton feeling of pleasure, lazy and languid on the grass by a goddamn lake. Like fucking teenagers. With Larry's shirt open he's able to reach in and pinch at a nipple.]

I sure do. I didn't have to get past security either. You're a little too easy to find, man...what if everyone wants a piece of you?

[Sort of a pastoral kind of a porn. Didn't the kid have one of those? That pinch makes him exhale in a pleasant hiss.]

If anybody thinks they can get it so easy, I don't think they met me.

[Tight stroke stroke then soft light ghosting at his balls before repeating it again.]

Got a one use?

[Larry sighs this into Freddy's neck as he smears very open mouthed kisses there. Slobbering affection like a teenager or an animal. Whichever.]

[Yeah he does, the kind with a soft focus and two perfectly chiseled men having a full blown raw romp in a meadow. He doesn't watch that one too often unless Larry's feeling in a romantic mood. Hah.]

I guess I'm special....

[Freddy manages to say before a low groan escapes his lips.] Uhh... [Wait that's not a groan it's part of his answer.] Back pocket...somewhere in there.

[Sorry the way that paw works him and his mouth buries into the crook of his neck are just damn distracting.]

Baby you don't need to guess.

[Teeth take a nibble at his earlobe. The minute he gets a rough idea of were to look, big paws are rummaging through his pockets. Just so happens he likes to cup Freddy's ass through his jeans.]

There we go.

[Oh he found it. Taking that out right now, the old man grins and sets it beside them. There may be grass stains on the both of them after this. Small price to pay for a wonderful, romantic time.]

But I ain't no madman.

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