whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Behind him or in front of him doesn't stop Freddy from reaching around to grab at Larry. Anything works be it his sleeve, his collar, or his hair, anything just to keep touching each other. Those jeans are his for the taking. Just like this ass.]

Right here? Where anyone could see?

[Yes please. Freddy Newendyke fucking craves it, he's already getting hard.] You're crazy.

[He loves it.]

Uh huh.

[That he's crazy. He is. How could a man like him possibly be caught up in any of this? It's because he's happy.]

I don't care.

[If anyone sees or if anyone questions his sanity. What he cares about is right here in his arms. He's here to get Freddy hard, when he's completely free of his jeans and briefs the old man is stroking him. Rough fingers are quite efficient sliding his foreskin up and down with the motion.]

May as well have em stare at something good.

[He's thrusting on up against the kid from behind with clothes between them to the same motion of his hand. Promise of things to come.]

Hard yet?

[Oh shit he's really got Orange in his grasp now, literally. It makes him shiver and shudder with delight. To think he'd like nothing more than to fuck him on display, let everyone know what they're missing, what they can't have.]

Jesus.

[That's a yes, he's hard. Freddy's not as dexterous when he's trying to pull Larry's clothes apart behind him, but he's trying.]

Take it out. Lemme feel it, man.

[That's just what he wanted. Larry's not sure if their talk with Pink was good or bad. That's not important right now.]

Keep stroking yourself. Don't be quick about it. I wanna make you cum.

[Because he's gotta use both hands. He kisses at Freddy's neck and then takes a nip at his shoulder even though teeth are gonna settle on into clothes. It's the effect.

Denim rustles as he forces it down his hips as soon as he can. Briefs too. Now the old man's hard. Now he'll be making sure that nothing's between the two of em on Freddy's end, shoving his jeans down further.]

Feel me?

[Brushing on up against the crack of Freddy's ass.]

Okay, man.

[Freddy swallows. Feeling those paws leave him is a killer but he's got to oblige to get what he wants. Not really because he's confident Larry would want to please him any which way but it's the thought that counts. Freckled fingers circle himself to start stroking as told, deliberate and moderate to maintain a building pace.]

How do you want me?

[Oh yeah, he'll ask, even as he's already assuming the position. It takes every shred of willpower not to move back and try impaling himself on the man's cock already. That's how bad Freddy wants it. Scratch that, needs it, he wants to feel Lawrence Dimick running the whole length of him from head to toe, or ass to mouth.]

[Ass to mouth ain't a bad idea. Good way to open him up. Except it isn't about teasing or drawing it out. Larry has to smack that pert, willing ass.]

On your knees.

[They're gonna get dirty but they're going home. Right now Dimmy wants it the more trivial small aspects might be. Looks like the ground is soft and the dirt is free of rocks. Sorta brings back their tree fort already.]

[That smack acts like a jumpstart. Watch this kid bring himself to lean away from that hard equally pert cock to kneel...then rest on his shoulders. Freddy's cheek presses to the cool earth, turned one way so he can look at Larry over his shoulder. His ass is fucking ready. These fingers are stroking again, slow and steady, waiting for the old man to dive in.]

Come on. I want you.

[His head tilts to one side to take in that pretty sight. Freddy can watch the old man stroke himself as he gets on down on his knees.]

I can see that, baby.

[Goddamn does he want him too.

Another sold smack as he leans to...spit right on him. Both hands spread the kid wide as he makes sure to spread saliva with his tongue around his ring piece.]

Yeah? Can you taste it?

[Baby, he calls him. Of course even when they're alone in the dark in a fucking park it's still safer to keep names off the table. That's one blow they haven't dealt the weasel yet, no names, for his benefit and their own. There's something special about keeping names just between them, though...by now a small handful of people know Freddy's name and what he really does. Larry on the other hand, his name and his background has always been Freddy's best kept secret.]

Oh shit--

[Freddy hisses for the smack only to groan for the dip of tongue on his ass. He wets his own lips in anticipation.] Fuck, I want it bad. I just wanna be with you and your cock.

[He's talking because he knows Larry likes it.]

Mmmhmm.

[Tongue slips on in, fucking him as much as a tongue can. It's all about spreading around the saliva and really getting just as dirty. Freddy's on his shoulders, fixing to get plowed. As it should be.

In the fucking park, just the two of them like this.]

Just us.

[He'd love to pant and moan the kid's name. They'll get their time. Since he's off he again spits. It's not going to be enough, that's why he's going for the gun oil. It's part of the process.]

I'm supposed to arrest people like us.

[How the kid manages to say this many words without groaning or moaning or huffing or puffing is a mystery. Actually no not such a mystery, all the huffing comes after he's managed to say his piece.]

You feel--fuckin' good...

[And it's just his tongue. Damn.]

Are you sayin' you wanna cuff me?

[Cool lube on his fingers trace where his tongue has been outside and in. A little goes a long way with the stuff. He wants to get on to it. Even if there may not be as much as usual it'll add to the experience. They need it hard and rough anyway.]

Here I am.

[Thick, hard and right there. Larry's not wasting time.]

Quit jacking off.

[Because the old man is gonna take both of Freddy's hands and hold em at this angle.]

Put you in the back of my car--for questioning.

[Fuck he can't help but groan some more, keen and whine even for how he's being invaded but not by the thing he promised to check still works.]

What?

[Oh. Freddy's letting go of himself only to have his hands pinned together. The brief strain the hold puts on his arms somehow makes his ass ache for the weight bearing down on it.] Hurry man, put it in.

You make it sound nice.

[Out of his lips everything kinda has it's own sweeter spin. It doesn't change the message. A cop is a cop is a rat is a cop.]

There, there it is. [Laying on into him now. Fuck. The old man's glad he didn't dive on in with just saliva. Tonight sure ain't the night for that. Freddy's not the only man with an ache.]

Oh fuck.

[He swallows down one moan to have it replaced by another. They gotta be careful.]

Oh god.

[Oops what was that about being careful? Fortunately for them that's as far as Freddy gets with loud noises before he's gritting his teeth and trying to hold his breath. Fuck his body's already stretching out to accommodate the old man, one real tight fucking fit. Shit no he can't hold his breath for that long, Freddy's panting.]

That's it, baby. F-fuck.

[If anyone else could hear them they might think the smaller one is fucking dying.]

Jesus.

[Breathe. Keep it down. Far too late for that. Well, they could have got a motel. This is cheaper. And faster.

Speaking of fast the old man starts to pull on back before going further bit by bit at a time fucking him until he's deep enough. That's the tactic. Oh shit though, Freddy's so tight.]

You feel so fucking good, man.

[Freddy. Baby. Another solid smack to his ass before just...pawing at his back, his thigh...anywhere as he's moving. No extra bullet holes tonight.]

[Every inch he's gone deeper gets another soft whine from the kid until it sounds like he's gasping for breath when the old man's buried to the fucking hilt. God he feels so fucking full of Lawrence Dimick, and he hasn't even cum yet.]

Good. [He swallows--cut off by a goddamn smack that only makes him clench around his cock.] Fuck.

[That's exactly what he's doing, Newendyke. Using whatever leverage he's got on the ground, Freddy's trying to roll with each motion, working together as dick and tight fit. His ringpiece is going to be a little red after this, he knows it.]

[Not yet. Right now they've got an even score zero for zero. Larry wants to make this count. Knowing now that he can fit, even with this body all tight and tense, he starts up with a hard pace. Their skin moving against one another is noisy too. Yep. This is gonna be a loud one.

Bam. Bam. Bam. Right in the prostate. The old bear's balls appear to be fully intact as they sway to slap up against the kid's rump.]

I gotcha, baby.

[Right to the fucking. His knees settle in the dirt to make it easier as they go. Paws scratch at Freddy's chest like the wildcat on his arm.]

Don't feel--broken.

[Even while he's getting roughly fucked the kid manages to be a smartass. Can anyone blame him? He's on the receiving end of the ever loving ever fucking truth. His cock feels hard, his balls feel solid, no damage to function as far as Freddy's concerned.]

Keep on me, man.

[Paws roaming up and down feel so fucking good. Now it's his turn to reach back, seeking those arms just to touch him, not giving a thought to touching himself.]

I ain't done.

[Sounds like you're asking for more, Freddy. He fights to up the pace. Balls swing harder, it doesn't smart. Thank God. The damage from Pink is psychological. Flat out called Larry a traitor. That might come on back to him. Later.]

Nobody'll be able to pull me off. [Paws rub and scratch. He goes for both nipples at once. Not for long, just to be able to do it because he can. Here, he'll take a hold of that seeking hand.]

How's it feel? [Panting, huff.] With-with a big hard cock up your ass?

[Hitting at him hard and fast right here in a park under the cover of darkness.]

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[Maybe he is. Maybe it's Freddy's way of inviting Larry to spend all that energy tenderizing his ass instead of his fists on a wall or worse yet in someone's face.]

Good. [That no one and nothing can pull him off, not even his badge. Aw shit the pinch to his nipples evokes a thin reedy sound from the kid only to have it punctuated by a groan when he pounds against his prostate particularly hard.] Too much.

[Freddy sniffs. Yes, his nose is running and his eyes might be a little wet too. This is fucking intense with just his ass up in the air. It ain't no John Connor though. He twists his fingers around the other man's paw.] Like--I'm gonna spit out your load, when you c-cum.

[And in case his face and voice might seem overwhelmed, Freddy cranes his neck to make sure Larry can see him when he winks damp lashes.]

[Right now he's sure spending something. Right between Freddy's legs again and a gain.]

Too much? [Slam then a brutal grinding as deep as he'll go. This lets Larry crouch down to spoon body to body. Goddamn the noises he's making. It sounds like he's fucking dying.]

Fill you on up. Let. [Gulp.] Colossus deal with you after-?

[Wet pants against his skin as he ducks his head to a freckled shoulder. He can see those wet long lashes from the City lights that filter through the greenery. Such a fucking tough guy, it really hits him hard in moments like this what a grade-A badass Freddy Newendyke is with big brass balls not giving a fuck about being a goddamn cop, he walks his line.]

Uh huh.

[He chokes out the sound. Ooh that grinding really hits the spot, the noise coming out of him sure ain't overacting this time, still naturalistic as hell though.]

Don't--think I'm gonna...need'im.

[Freddy breathes harsh and heavy under the weight of Larry's body. Every lick, every kiss, every pass against his prostate, it's warming and fucking perfect. The kid's already dribbling precum and he's long since forgotten about stroking himself. Oof.]

Hold on. [He says to Larry, making sure that old man stays buried deep as he brings his knees closer together, making his body tighter.] Go.

[At first it all sounds like bullshit to the old man. Not that he'd ever call Freddy Newendyke a liar, just a man who can come on back for more. But then see, the space between his legs shrinks and the already pretty tight grip on the old man intensifies. He stops grinding and just stays still, at least until a shiver breaks down his spine. For a moment he thinks he'll come right there. Almost.]

Jesus Christ Freddy.

[Low and throaty because he can't help the slip. It's desperate and full of adoration for this kid. When his man says go, he's gonna fucking go. Back in action again he keeps his body down low close to his.]

You're so [grunt] fucking [putting his back into it] beautiful.

You too, Larry.

[He breathes between grunts, fingers still holding onto his like he's bleeding in a fucking backseat instead of getting fucked in his backseat. Freddy lets out a long stretched groan when Larry starts getting right back into it, only for his own grunting to cut it off quick. Every thrust pushes a harsh sound from him, the kind people either deafen themselves to or call the cops for.]

Oh shit, I'm gonna come, man.

[The kid whines, unaware he's already unloading in a thick steady flow of cum across the ground.]

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