But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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?

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

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.]