whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Uh huh.

[Well now it's Larry's turn to pour on the filthy talk like it's lube all over his dick and asshole. Freddy's thighs are already spreading wider as if that's really going to help. Shit. His ass presses back right onto his crotch for the treatment to his now erect nipples too. Shit.]

Guess you gotta--work me up for the invasion...

[Ohhhhh fuck no. He gasps almost a little too loudly when Larry pulls away. God dammnit. The kid spins around with a huff, flustered, a victim of karma. He has to force himself to wait at least five seconds before following the old man.]

[Keep walking. Keep walking. Don't jump him back there, at least in the toilet they'll be a locked door. Larry forces his pace even and easy as he strolls to the register like it ain't no big thing.]

Bathroom?

[Easily directed. Not hard to find. Freddy might already have an innate idea of where it is if the old man played the cards right. It's a double edged sword. He is practically getting the shakes, jonesing for his fix. Just their luck though... one of those unisex two stall rooms. Oh well.]

[Freddy keeps his ears sharp to catch the sound or gesture that points to the commode. Okay, Newendyke, now or never. He steps out of the area and casually makes his way over to the mensroom, quite obviously with part of his posture turned. Away from the clerk. To hide his boner. Yep. Real smooth. Maybe the clerk just won't give a damn, it's a dead end job anyway. Once inside though, well.

Freddy immediately starts undoing his own jeans.]

[As long as their not stealing. And if they were, the sensors would go off in the door frame of the bathroom or at the exit. Right now the video store girl turns the page of her magazine and sighs.

Once in, the old man grabs Freddy and hauls him into the larger stall.]

Took you long enough.

[The old man's got his own jeans undone. That appendages poking against Freddy now and then as they move ain't about to phone home.]

Hi.

[Oof. There we go. Right on over to the big stall pulled by heavy paws but don't think these freckled hands aren't doing anything either. Seeing his bulge still covered up by his briefs, boxers, whichever, Freddy's reaching down to fix that. He wants to see that cock in the flesh and make his eyes gleam. Oof. His back falls flush against the wall in here.]

How are you gonna take me?

[That's your cue to talk dirty, Mr. White.]

[Easy on the goods there. That cut cock stands and bobs erect now that it's free of his briefs. He shoves Freddy's jeans and trousers down none too gently.]

I'm gonna make you grip the bars and keep a leg up. You gotta hold on tight until I decide whether or not I wanna let you kiss the tile or make you get down on the floor and hope to God no midget gets in.

[Or anybody else. This isn't gonna be a quiet one, it's already apparent. For now it's just dirty talk. He takes Freddy's wrists and holds em to the handicap railing to demonstrate. It lets him growl his promises against the crook of his neck.]

[Since when did the old man's cock ever need kid gloves treatment? That's right he thought so. But hearing the way Larry talks his mouth is already watering, Freddy licks his chops.]

Keep thinking about it.

[Freckled hands work on down to stroke both their cocks--or not. Paws pinning him in this manner just makes him rock fucking hard. Freddy groans, soft and restrained as he cranes against Larry.]

Oh shit. Hurry up, Larry. I want you up in me. [Challenge accepted.]

[Words like that are like a new bouquet of flowers. This is their romance. The old man kisses Freddy's mouth while he's getting a travel pack lube out of his own jeans.]

It's just one dick. Just mine.

[Don't be fooled by words like that. Larry adores to be the cock that goes up inside him coated only in lube. He's generous about the amount. More worried about being too rough in his eagerness than any sort of a mess for them to deal with after.]

Slick and ready.

[More shoving of his denim down. As promised he helps lift a leg to press the swollen lubed cock head up against his ass.]

Yours is my favorite it's okay.

[He huffs against his mouth after kiss after kiss after kiss. The single use lube is no surprise, they did buy the stuff in bulk. Is it a tacky thing they keep on hand or simply practical and everyone else only wishes they had a reason to do the same? Ah well, not that the kid is thinking about anyone else. Oh fuck he's just going to pull his foot out of one leg to make this easier. To make it easier to spread his thighs. It's his briefs that stay on, sort of in the way but not really. The effort it takes to push them aside is nothing. They're going to make a mess in them though, that's a given.]

Jesus...I can feel you man. Put it in.

[His favorite. That is an honor and a privileged alone to fuck Freddy in the old man's eyes. To say now that he's the favorite of them all? It just means that he has to do one fucking good job.]

Don't rush me.

[Said with all the love and grit as he really does push the kid's briefs aside. The elastic is sturdy enough. They're going to see how sturdy the kid is on one leg. Once more the gun oil proves its worth by letting Larry shove himself right on into his ring piece.]

Fuck baby that's always so good.

[Whispered close to his ear like earlier. He's not stopping the motion but stretching it out like his ass.]

Edited 2012-05-13 08:04 (UTC)

Oh shit.

[Did the kid's voice just crack? Sure did. His voice falters into something softer, quieter, like it might actually hurt but it doesn't really. It's the intensity that seriously grinds its way down straight into his nerves, something he's never felt before with anyone but Lawrence Dimick. He could kill him right here right now if he really wanted to. That's how opened up he feels, hooked on him leg up, hands on the rail, mouth at his ear. Fuck he loves this old man.]

Uh-h-huh...

[Being on just one leg makes him a little tense, not enough to hurt but enough to threaten buckling at the knee.] I love your cock.

[Close enough to those other three words. He dares to reach out and brush his fingertips along Larry's belly.]

[Still going now and keeping up the balancing act. The rough stuff is coming. A moment like this is all about control and savoring how Freddy's body opens up to him. Talk about a response. Larry is getting high huffing on the smell of his skin and testosterone. The sounds he's making it's just the auditory aspect of the drug.

Addictive is the right word for him.]

I love putting it in your ass.

[In a fucking video store bathroom. Freddy can feel muscles tense as he shivers finally in balls deep. As tempting as it is to just stay there and grind he sets them into motion.]

Again. And again.

[Shallow first, trying to keep in control and maybe a little quiet. It's a slow day. Maybe no one'll come in.]

[Get ready for more sounds, Lawrence Dimick, because no matter how good you are at putting it in within one motion, the act of thrusting over and over is going to evoke noise from Freddy Newendyke. Each pass gets a groan that tapers into a low gasp because he's trying to keep it down too. Well, his voice anyway. His cock is at full attention.]

That's--good. Keep fuckin' my ass, man.

[Fingers pressing against his belly turn into clutches at his broad side. Freddy tilts his head back against the wall, mouth open and panting and maybe even smiling a little for such a good time they're having.]

Can you take more? Harder? In case of aliens...

[It's silly talk now in a way. Who knows when Freddy will want to try to handle more than two. It would be practice. Larry hopes to stay right on par with the game.]

Ah, fuck.

[Gulp. Each perfect slide up into his prostate is getting a low groan. The gun oil is also giving their action a slurp now and then. Yep. Soon there will be no mistaking what they're up to.

A paw just has to wrap around his uncut cock to work it. After watching it flop with their motions he can't leave it be this time.]

Like I can't stop.

[Like they're living a dirty film. Hah.]

Maybe. I dunno.

[He breathes quickly before his breath can hitch hard in his throat from one particularly rough thrust. Now both hands are on Lawrence Dimick, anchoring to him even though they're already attached lap to rear. Freddy bites on his lip, trying not to make an even louder noise. It turns what noise that does come out into a muffled whimper.]

Don't stop don't stop. [Orange huffs out, not that White really needs to be told. And before he can bite down on his lip again his paw takes care of his wet cock.] Oh God.

[For all they know someone's having a bad time on the john. It's the angle and tightness of being supported by one leg that makes this particularly harsh in all the right ways.]

I ain't gonna--gonna cum for no alien, man. Just you. [The kid shakes his head insistently.]

[Answers like dunno mean that the old man's got him fucked out of articulation. Just how he wants him. There's no sign of stopping. Shotgunning his hand up and down is so much easier with that much precum.]

Yeah. Baby. Just for me.

[Clipped short words on his own. He should think before he goes on getting proud of himself. Freddy's reducing him to animalistic grunts. Fuck where they are, he makes quick hard passes no doubt going to make his ass red.]

Shit. Shit.

[The old man can't take it anymore. He slams and grinds as deep as he'll go and unloads. Probing at a man's prostate is exhausting and rewarding.]

[Make it two arms now hooking under or over the old man's thick limbs to clutch at his shoulders. Because he's against the wall and not the partition at least they aren't making the hinges rattle. Small blessings.]

Uh h-h-huh. Just for you. All over--you.

[Freddy's doing his best to sound like a cocky nasty fuck but Larry opening his ass up the way he is just takes over every fucking sense. It's enough to make the kid shudder, whimper, whine, and moan in fucking pleasure.] Oh fuck, Larry, that's it. F-fill me up.

[To say he can feel warmth surging up in his body is an understatement.] Knock me up. [There's a wet spot on his briefs too.]

[Grinding and sliding, it's magic. Freddy all contorted this way and held up that way is still tense enough to help the old man milk out all of his semen. His paw keeps at it like his life depends on it.]

Fuck. Freddy.

[Gulp. Pant. Pant. Damn. This was a session for the home with round two in the shower. Knock him up? If they'd have been of the opposite sex, there would have been at least a set of Irish twins. Freddy would be knocked up again.

Oh well. That's how they are. Any place, any time they gotta go and seize the moment. Since everything's so fucking fine. Life is good. It's even better when you fuck like teenage deviants. Larry's gonna be wet with sweat and whatever Freddy's got to stain his pants and hands.]

I want it. I want it bad.

[Oh shit. Is that the door?]

You got it, man, you got it.

[He moans out without shame as his cum unloads over his gripping paw, over his stretched briefs. At least this means Freddy's jeans will stay clean, although how clean is the bathroom floor anyway? The upside is the tiles are dry.]

Fuck, that's good. [His nails would be making half-moon marks in Larry's skin if it weren't for his shirt.]

Shit...shit I ca--

[...--me. The kid means to finish but the sound of the door stills him. Um. He stares at White for the next move. Yes sorry Lawrence Dimick, your cock is buried deep up his sticky ass and he wants you to take the lead.]

[Oh. Huh. Well. This was not seriously anticipated. Larry swallows and heavily sighs with the buden of trying to come up with a solution to this pickle It is a good thing he can tuck his face into Freddy's neck. Another breath so he can whisper.]

Don't move. A little longer. We gotta do this real slow.

[Cuz the stall next to them is now occupied. Sigh. Larry rubs his messy paw on his freckled belly.]

[Oh god no god no christ really are they really?]

Okay.

[....The discretion threatens to perk his prick back up. Fucking attached the way they are, clothes in disarray, cum everywhere, it's so fucking nasty they call cops on guys like this. It's so fucking arousing. But Freddy does his best to keep quiet, arms still holding on to Larry because if he buckles they're toast. That guy, girl, whatever, better be taking a piss and not a shit. In the meantime, he'll turn his head to give Larry a kiss.]

[Lips meet and without a serious thought or care the old man sucks him into a deep kiss. Based on description alone they would be an alien entity consuming another part. Saliva and the smell of spunk really makes it extra flavor full. Only the kid can turn the old bear on like this even after he's spent in a big way. If only he could recover and...

Larry pulls back and tries not to pant like a tired dog. Whoever is beside them is playing with the paper getting it ready and not yet crapping.]

Ready?

[For what he doesn't say what but starts up for another kiss. It might be the only way to come apart if Freddy's got something distracting his mouth.]

[Instead of voicing a reply, however soft and quiet he could make it be, Freddy just nods against Larry. He does it when they're still mouth to mouth too, letting that sort of muffle any other sound that might come out of him when they separate. He relaxes as much as a man on one leg can.

Whoever's next door to them might be in it for the long haul. It's both a blessing and a curse, maybe they can make it out of there before that other stooge can squeeze it all out.]

[Lips smack and his tongue glides. He's trying to make it as good as possible. Larry slowly carefully eases down one leg. Oh man. He can feel it effect how his dick fits into the kid's ass. An oh so light sorta moan comes out.

Now he starts to pull on out. Godspeed.]

[Is Larry's mouth still on his? Because if so Freddy's going to pinch his teeth down on his lip. Nothing hard enough to break skin and bleed, mind, but firm. It's better than hissing low or groaning wide. When the old man's cock is finally out Freddy can feel how open and thoroughly fucked he got...enough that a little bit of cum is seeping out of his asshole.

Next door whoever it is--a man judging from the voice--sounds his own groan, possibly from the strain his rear is giving him. If only he had what White and Orange were having.]

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