whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

[Oh yeah. Larry is Freddy's gag and former plug. And the kid is his own anchor. His tongue flicks now and then at those lightly clenched teeth. So far they're quiet enough. It's satisfying to know they're, for the most part, undetected. Their corner is the farthest away from the door and from the patrician. For good measure, and to see if that is really want he thinks it is rolling down freckled skill, a paw gives the kid's ass a pat.

Both feet on the ground, no longer a beast with two backs or dicks--from Earth--the old man can keep up his kiss for one more pass. Here, he tucks Freddy's briefs back into the places they should be. Stained and stretched they'll work.

The man in the next stall appears to carry on as though he is alone.]

But I ain't no madman.

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