whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

O-okay...

[First a stutter, then a nod. He's sitting up higher now so he can rest his palms on the older kid's chest and even knead at his nipples. That's two for Freddy, one for Larry, now he practically owes it to the guy. The way he works his rear up and down on those fingers, grinding, thrusting, grinding, he only knows because of those pictures, those movies. Somewhere in the middle of thoughts of fucking this young man--that's what Lawrence Dimick is, a man--he wonders if he looks ridiculous as a boy just bobbing on his damn fingers.]

When're you gonna...put it in?

[Freddy asks, perhaps impatient, perhaps wanting to use his body to get Larry off.]

Oh.

[He sucks in a breath so hard and fast it comes out as a hiss. The grinding of his assets and the way he paws at him make about everything on him stand up straight.]

Now. Right now.

[Fingers withdraw to fumble and tear at another wrapper. The lube is directly for his cock. He bites his lip as the cool fluid on his hot skin is so harsh a contrast.]

Okay. Here.

[That is one swollen cut cock head pushing to breech his ringpiece.]

Take it. Don't-don't force.

[Shit. SHIT. That's what you call tight.]

Do it, Larry. Lemme have it.

[Freddy pants softly showing off that funky colored tongue from all the sweet stuff. Larry's not the only one enjoying the way his face twists from pleasure, and his cock's not even in yet.]

--oh god.

[Not quite fingers, nope, but the smooth shape of it goes in fairly easily after being made somewhat pliable. It's the rest of him that's going to be a fucking trip, that second ring of muscle he knows is there but underestimates.]

Keep going, man...

Holy shit.

[Too late to suggest going back to fingering. Larry is sure if they let up now he would fucking die.]

I...gotta go slow just-[there is an exasperated, shattering sigh] until I fit.

[Shallow shaking thrusts start like a knocking writing for the right slip to let him in.]

Relax. Breathe.

[Fat chance. He can hardly keep it together. Precome helps slick the way at least.]

Edited 2012-05-22 01:54 (UTC)

I am.

[Relaxing. Trying. Freddy whines just as he buries his face back into the crook of Larry's neck. The motion alone helps him to sink down around the older kid more. Not completely, but more.]

Sh-shit...harder than I thought, huh?

[Figuratively and literally. Freddy takes in another deep breath letting the following exhale bring him closer to a slip of muscle. He's feeling a little dull soreness already, yet not enough to stop.]

[Big paws are back to feeling clumsy like. They rub at his back like they're good, good friends. Below the waist friends isn't a word most folks would use all by itself.]

Tight.

[Obvious observation as it might be he wants to say he loves it, how perfect it is.]

Doesn't hurt?

[Paws slip on down to cup at both cheeks of his ass. He looks upward and even though he can't see the sky he's thanking and pleading with God. Please don't let something like this blow on by so soon. Careful shallow thrusts keep at it. Except his balls are feeling unbearably tight.

He'll probably come and they're not even started with the real deal.]

It's okay.

[That's another way of saying 'a little' but the more he thrusts the more that soreness seems to either disappear or Freddy's simply getting used to it. In either case he's ready to move on to the next stage, ready to level up. His rear grinds back on his dick and in his large firm hands. Likewise these hands, though not as big, are still pawing and kneading at his chest.]

Fuck me, Larry.

[Up and down, over his jacked muscles. What does he do to look so fucking good at eighteen??]

Uh huh.

[Moving with him now.]

I'm-I'm gonna...[gulp] I'm trying not to--[come. He feels so stupid and so right all at once. This is not how it's supposed to be done. And Freddy is not the sort of person this is supposed to be done with. A guy, a guy he likes and wants to be around. Larry's got no bouncy tits but it feels so great to be pulled and squeezed like that.]

Wait--wait a minute.

[Because he's coming. No fucking way of helping it. Thinner than it was, he's really now coating the path he's blazed so far. without a doubt he'll be back for more.

Fuck. He was going to put on a condom. Was.]

Just do it.

[Freddy insists in a tone that's become thin and reedy for the way their bodies are moving together, harsh and sweet all at once. Look at the kid, he's got sweat on his brow.]

Come on, Larry--

[When the older one unloads he doesn't expect to feel it quite like that so it comes as a surprise. Green eyes narrow like he's in pain yet the noise he's making? That's the sound of a kid getting his rocks off. He's out of cum himself but that doesn't mean he can't orgasm. It's not quite dry either what with the shine of wetness at the tip of his own cock.]

[His hands clench into Freddy so tightly he might be sporting more soreness than he should. He's using em to help this freckled, sweating body move on him as he does. Hopefully it won't hurt. It's milking out as much as he can.

And it's tighter. Oh fuck he's coming too. Larry just let's himself sink as far as he can and just...stay there as the shakes keep on going through him.]

Oh God.

[Big arms go around him now to just...hold him tight.]

[His own arms are getting weak so those arms around him are just the right additional weight to get Freddy on his elbows, face to face again with Lawrence Dimick. Well, more like cheek to cheek because goddamn they're close and his face is so flush and he's panting like he just ran the football field.]

Shit...

[Fucking amazing. Also kind of fucking painful but the pay off was fucking worth it. His ass is still tight around Larry, tight enough that he really has no plans to move off him.]

That was faster than-than I thought it would be.

[On his part. Damn. He really did want to try and stick it through longer. He'd feel worse if Freddy hadn't already got off twice. Each time by his stimulation. Fuck does he like knowing that.

Panting together now. Syncopated rather than synchronized.]

If you wait a bit I-I'll be up again.

[Larry isn't even in the realm of worrying whether or not he can get a hard on again or if he can blow a load. An orgasm and an erection come up in a snap. All of his hot semen is nestled up in Freddy just like his cock. Paws rub at his back. He can sort of look into his face.

Now would be when he'd be kissing the girl. Except Freddy's no girl. He doesn't need to be treated like a girl. ...would he want a kiss from a big flunky jock?]

[The nods he makes are small and seemingly stuttered in action. He's tired, his body's getting exhausted, he's possibly orgasmed out of the inning, but a little bench warming might give them both enough time to get back in the game. The question is, can the kid's body handle it? He swallows, so fucking close to his face maybe Larry sees the movement in Freddy's throat.]

Okay--yeah.

[Huff puff. Pant. Swallow.] I-I wanna be your dog.

[Plus points to Lawrence Dimick if he knows The Stooges in addition to understanding this kid's ready to get on all fours for him.]

[Brown eyes watch him spread out over his cock and just...sitting pretty somehow. Handsome. that's more of it. He combs back Freddy's hair because it's sweaty. Yeah. That's why he does it.

Heat rises fast in his cheeks. Age and body type say man but he really feels so much like a boy right now. He knows the song. The sentiment behind it is so heady. His lips move to say something except he doesn't quite know what it is yet.

So he kisses him.]

[Whoa. Whoa. Hold the phone. Whoa. No on second thought keep doing that. The moment of shock lasts only a fraction of a second before he's responding to the kiss, lips, teeth, and tongue, able to taste what's left of his drink but also the after flavor of semen. Pale reddened hips grind with him, resonating with motherfucking pleasure tinged with a dull sting. It's so fucking perfect Freddy could have never imagined.]

T-two more minutes.

[The kid promises against the older guy's mouth.]

But I ain't no madman.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject