whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Still not quite coherent. He gets what you mean, kid. See? He's nodding which ends up like a nuzzle. Dark brown hair brushing up against that paler blonde and some of his face. If he tried to talk it would be low moans. For a stroking a cock without a turtleneck, Freddy is a master. Every drop is milked right out of his balls. At eight teen, he'll be able to rebound soon. Larry can only dream that the next time he comes it'll be this good.]

Uh-uh huh. You don't owe me nothing.

[Blink. Blink. Did he just-? Woah man. Is it possible to start getting hard again already?]

It's--[huff puff puff a warning for the sort of strange taste was starting to form except focusing on his own spunk disappearing into that mouth really does undo him. Man, this was supposed to cut it all off. Now he's thinking about it more. There's no winning.]

[Wow. Nuzzling like that...that really does something to the kid. It makes his fucking heart drum. He licks his lips again.]

Wanna...w-wanna go again?

[Freddy asks like it's a fucking videogame or something but for him it's just easier that way, less awkward, less attached to other things they know but need not discuss. Like the fact that they're boys.]

Yeah.

[And to his own surprise he laughs a little and gives Freddy a hearty pat on the back. No sign of being pushed away. It's incredible.]

I wanna go again.

[His body is ready for it. Even after coming on down the way he had. The built up and tension is starting to climb. It could be the carefree air to it, like it is a game.]

C'mon closer.

[Messy handed and feeling more sure, he pulls Freddy closer so they're about groin to groin, face to face.]

[Oof. You got a heavy paw there, Dimick. Nevertheless he leans in as requested, closer, groin to groin, nose to nose. Whatever's left of his slushie has probably melted into a sweet juice. Kind of symbolic, that.]

What for?

[He wants to know, he wants Larry to show him.]

Watch.

[He swallows a few times then spits in his hand. Okay, then the other. There's some of his own load left there and so it'll work to grease them both up some. Larry scoots a few final inches together so they're cock to cock to rub. He's extra careful with Freddy, not sure of how foreskin works while he's soft other than it glides so easy up and down. Independently and then together. He bites his bottom lip in concentration and steals glances at Freddy's face to see how it's being received.

Larry thinks stroking the both of em together feels pretty fine. It takes both hands tough to keep them pressed firm enough to keep them tip to tip.]

Oh shit.

[His cheeks are already flushed so the subtle shift to even brighter likely goes unnoticed. Still, he is warming up again, and those paws on him, squeezing them cock to cock, is just the right thing to get him stiffening again. The feeling of it so goddamn much he reaches out to press his fingertips along Larry's arms, feeling his muscles contract. Fuck he's no big kid, this guy's a man.]

Uh huh.

[Fucking good. Intense even. Stroking together gets Larry hard in no time. Well. Also it's thinking about Freddy tasting some of his semen. And Freddy right here asking for more. That means that he's got to make this good. Real good.

Hips start to ease into the motion. Being gripped on keeps him solidly in the moment. He's a man who's trying to please this kid.]

Spit on em. Get em wet.

[Their dicks. Larry moves them just a bit so that they're parallel. That makes em easier to stroke and faster.

[Freddy here, enamored with Lawrence Dimick, enchanted by the sound of his voice, does exactly as he's told. Saliva coats them both, dripped from his pursed lips. It's not the cleanest drop in the bucket, that's for sure, but that's part of the arousal ain't it.]

There. I'm all...I'm all wet.

[Sorry, Freddy's been aching to say that despite clearly stating he's no girl. He's aching for Larry though, more and more by the fucking second.]

That's good.

[Sort of an orange-y tinge to it before it can't be recognizable.]

F-feels better wet. [Gulp. But he's no girl. God in heaven it feels amazing and he's no girl at all.] Right?

[Stroking and rubbing together now.]

Move just a little. Together like.

[With him if he can. It's a sort of hard motion to do still mostly seated.]

R-right...

[Swallow. There's something he wants to ask Lawrence Dimick but shyness takes over. How do you ask a guy something like this anyway? When is it considered moving too forward too fast? But fuck it, Newendyke, you're a teenager you're in highschool and you only live once.]

Have you ever--fucked a guy?

[Panting breathes ruffle the lightly colored hair closest to him.]

Huh?

[Larry stops and immediately regrets it. Fuck he aches so much. Okay. No stopping. Just slower.]

Me? [No. The mouse in your pocket. His eyes dip down to their two different cocks pushed up together. Own it. Man up. Look at you right now, Dimmy. His face fucking burns.] Yeah. Mostly.

[He's been up someone's ass and someone really did a number on him. Both in juvie. But Larry refuses to let that count. So much for trying to sound like he's not a cocksucking faggot.

Freddy asked if he wanted to go again. Was he being polite? Or does he just want his rocks off?]

[Oh shit what does that stopping mean? Immediately he regrets asking like maybe he's crossed the line and offended Lawrence Dimick. But when the guy finally answers...well. His own eyes are a subtle yet bright burn behind a curtain of blonde, like trying to obscure a sunset. You've come this far, Newendyke, you've always liked this boy. He might graduate, you might never see him again.]

Not me...

[Swallow.] Will you...will you fuck me?

[Oh God. It's so fucking hard to breathe. Get with it. Don't go saying anything dumb about how he wants him so bad, how he wants to be around him, hold his books and meet him after school everyday. Shut it down. Just because a guy wants to fuck you doesn't mean he's gonna love you. Except right now this is the closest thing he can believe.]

Yeah. [Is that really all you are going to fucking say?] Only-only if you want me to.

[Larry looks into his face. Trying to see his eyes anyway through his shaggy hair.]

I want to.

[So bad right now. If a blow job made him shake and sound like that... the whole thing'll be like a rock concert. And it would be with the kid who crushes bullies like they're nothing.]

[Freddy's shuddering under his touch, shuddering and stuttering, speaking against his lips so fucking close but they're not kissing. Not yet.]

I want you to.

[The kid says, rock hard and still so fucking shy about it. Will Larry still want to be his friend after he's had him? That's the risk he's taking.]

[A guy could drown in all the wants and needs flowing here. Not kissing he answers with a question.]

Now?

[His lips move on Freddy's. Is it just him or are they still cold from his slurpee? Part of him wonders if maybe what's keeping him from that final inch or so is that that mouth has been on his dick. Their dicks are still together. Larry is still hard.

Fuck here and now, or later and run the risk of the break making him change his mind.]

No one would see us here or know.

[Shit. He sounds devious now, trying to persuade. Freddy is an adult. He can decide if he wants to.]

[In most states and countries no he's not quite an adult whereas Lawrence Dimick is. Hm. Lips speaking against his are so fucking tempting to just claim for himself. Still the kid doesn't do it. He finds the risk just far too high, moving forward from sex to affection in one afternoon. But it's not like they haven't seen each other, it's not like they don't clearly share a mutual attraction. Yet it's enough to scare some people away. He doesn't want to scare Larry away.]

Now.

[He doesn't even think about asking if the older boy has a condom. Boys can't get pregnant. And Larry looks fairly healthy, his dick looks clean. He's probably disease free, and Freddy is too. Actually to be quite honest, he makes no mention of a condom because he craves this other guy's cum in his ass. Just like in his movies.]

Okay.

[Is it just him or is the air in here heavier and hotter than before? Freddy can no doubt smell and hear him breathing. He pulls back some to look into his face as he pushes off his jacket. Everything's gotta come off. They gotta do it right.]

So you won't be on the dirt alone.

[Though there is that sleeping bag. He half believes that hesitating too long will just make him change his mind. This would be a good and bad thing. Lawrence Dimick already feels like a big enough mistake. He doesn't want to be one more mistake to one more person.]

Clothing removal requires both hands so their dicks will have to flop side by side one another. Larry pulls off his own tight, white tee.

I got a sleeping bag.

[He mentions, and the tarp too, though Freddy makes no motion to lay out on either surface completely. The younger kid's letting the older kid take the lead. Nothing wrong with that is there? In any case it seems like 'the lead' is urging for all their clothes to come off first. That's fine. Freddy lets go of Larry to do just that though the way he peels at his own clothes expresses a sense of urgency and want. He might be shy about it but there's no denying how much he desires it.]

How much is it gonna hurt first?

[Freddy asks, because Larry's been there. It hasn't occurred to him to ask about lube either. He's woefully inexperienced.]

Oh.

[So he is thinking. Ahem. Larry sets his shirt aside with Freddy's jacket. and reaches to spread on out the sleeping bag since it appears to not be bagged up. He sort of stops and looks the other boy's way.]

It'll be...a whole lotta pressure and tension. It shouldn't hurt, hurt.

[Shouldn't. He fusses with the sleeping bag to make sure it's all flat even though he was fearful of its distraction. It's what Freddy wants. He's never fucked a guy before. Larry's got to make it good if he can't make it special.]

I got some condoms. We can use that to make sure it won't hurt.

[Even if he might use just one for the job. Now that that is done, he pulls himself, with Freddy mostly on top of him to the sleeping bag. ]

Okay...I can take it.

[However much it's going to hurt. The kid nods, noticing the way he pats the bag down like it's a distraction. Is Larry nervous too? Shy? Hasn't he done this before? Or is it because Freddy's so fucking willing. Oof. The pull on him to rest on top makes him blush as much as he did when they were taking care of each other's dicks.]

I'm ready for it. [The kid insists looking down into the bigger kid's eyes.]

I think you can.

[Because he wants it. That's how it should be. Nerves are coming on through as he hopes he can make it good, and not to skimp on any opportunity for Freddy to have a way out. Once the kid is on his dick, it'll be too late.]

There-there's a few ways to do it, you know. Like with a girl.

[Which Freddy is absolutely not.]

Like this might be okay. Face to face. Then [he licks his dry lips, no lie the thought of this is very, very tempting] we could try other ways.

[His paws fumble with the contents of his backpack until he finds two condoms. One alone will be devoted to lubing up Freddy's ass.]

[The way he's on top of Larry has him rubbing his rear against the older kid's cock. So fucking tempted to just sit on it. But he knows he's gotta wait.]

Whatever's--gonna work, man.

[He huffs, so fucking hard and wanting.] I just wanna get on you, Larry....

[Is that unromantic of Freddy? Despite the way his body moves suggesting he'd be delighted to fuck him face to face.]

I can feel it, man.

[A paw gets a good hold of one of those bobbing ass cheeks and takes a squeeze. Woah, tiger. He lets out a shaking breath and continues to peel open one of the condom packets. Pulling whatever he can now there will be a cold wet smearing around Freddy's ring piece.]

Can't rush this part. I gotta...[sniff, he means to clear his nose but there's a full and heady smell of whatever soap, shampoo or whatever it is that the kid smells like] gotta make sure you can fit me.

[At least two fingers. He smears the lube around and around. Face to face lets him have a first row seat to see his reactions as he slowly presses his pointer through.]

Relax.

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Oh fuck.

[He whines from the pawing to his ass, so fucking good it is too. Jesus Freddy can't believe it, here he is naked straddling a much older boy he's been eyeballing throughout the year, ready to push his dick into his ass--fuck.]

That's cold.

[Not quite like his frozen drink but close. Just look at the kid's expression turn into a squint followed by a shudder from his shoulders.]

Okay. Make me fit.

[On him, around him, fucking him. One deep exhale has him slowly loosening up those muscles, only to tighten around his finger because, well, because Freddy's never had anything up there.]

Easy. Relax.

[Pull back some before pushing on forward again, a little deeper and a little harder each time. Not sure of what to do with his other hand, Larry rubs Freddy's belly.]

You...ever do something like this on your own?

[To get a gauge of how much prep this will take. He might have another condom in his bag. That'll be two to three worth of lube. The third might be better just used to help too.

Because Freddy's very unlikely to carry anything. Larry's clean. He's never been up inside another man unwrapped. His heart pounds and cock stays firm just thinking about it.]

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