But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

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?]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]