whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

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.]

[What a nice belly rub to ease an answer out of him.] No...never... I thought about it, that's it.

[The kid admits a little shamefully, as if maybe he should have played around with himself, not just jacking off but fucking himself too. Maybe that just shows how ashamed he once was. Still is to some extent, but not with Larry here.]

Holy shit, what're you doin'?

[Freckled fingers clutch at broad shoulders as he leans his face into the crook of the other guy's neck. You just got him in the prostate, Lawrence Dimick.]

[One will be enough then. Larry's dealing with a guy who has only been experienced with girls. As suspected he has to be cautious.]

Okay. It's better like this.

[Even if he did say he was a complete expert, the big kid would take it slow to prep with his fingers. Fingers that pause before repeating at that clutch.]

This? That's a part of you, Freddy.

[Or so he has been told.]

Shut up I know it's part of me.

[He doesn't mean it in a harsh way, just a way that's mildly impatient with remarks like that when his finger is already up his ass, prepping it for his cock.]

Keep doing it.

[Freddy insists, face back in the crook as his hips rock back, back and farther down on his finger. The moan he gives here is undeniably pleasured.]

[Sine he's getting into it, there's no sense at all in stopping him.]

I'll be able to do it more with my cock.

[A few more passes, and really though he loves to have Freddy move. It's a confident, independent action with a direct command. His neck feels hot with Freddy at it not really doing much but breathing and emoting.]

Cool it some, here comes another finger.

[The first nearly slips all the way out before he pairs the two together. Back go going slowly. This is not like fingering a girl.]

You promise?

[That boyish question comes out before he can really think it over. Promises from a guy he barely knows despite fancying him for almost a year. Promises like he actually cares for them, for him, maybe he does and that's the scariest part.]

Jesus...

[Two fingers. He's riding two fingers. Listen to him keen and moan against that darker neck now. His fingertips are pressing marks into his skin. Freddy has to lift his head out of that curve to look at him and speak.] I'm gonna--

[Whoops. There goes another load, not as big as the first but still enough to dress Larry's stomach in fresh stains.]

Woah.

[Like he's a special effect in a movie or an impressive bicycling trick. He openly marvels as Freddy shakes. That was so soon. These big clumsy hands are making him feel so good. Each moan sort of makes his prick bob more as it's swelled on up to capacity with blood.]

Go on.

[Keep at it. Oh God Freddy looks, sounds, feels so good... His fingers are still moving because that's still only two fingers. He's so still tight. They scissor and spread even as they reach deeper. Sure helps spread the lube.]

Promise it'll get even better.

[Larry'll take care of him every step of the way. It won't be like a rough shove into a corner and a whole lotta soreness.]

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