whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Face down he exposes the back of his neck so the old man gives a kiss as he carefully supports his own weight now.]

Had enough?

[Because if he hasn't, well, the old man can't be hard again but he's got enthusiasm. He'd love to go again. The heart is willing, the flesh is...in need of help. Larry would gladly hand on over his mouth, hands or even his ass. It's the same sort of junkie mentality of trying to load on up on the high to cope with whatever might follow.

He is still asking himself...were they successful or not?]

Y'don't gotta hold me so tight, babe. I don't think it's gonna come out at once.

[So he'll nudge his thighs farther apart again carefully.]

I--I think so. I'm feeling pretty good.

[Nod nod nod as his thighs give way to spreading a little more. He loosens his fingers too but doesn't disentangle them from Larry's paw just yet.]

You keep flattering yourself like that...

[It's the start of an empty threat. Seriously what kind of threat is pushing his dick into the old man's face or ass when he knows he's going to enjoy it either way? Fff. As for success, well, for the moment Freddy's mind is consumed with that euphoric feeling of just having had great sex.]

Pretty good's a start.

[Fucking amazing or damn near perfect is the old man's take. He's bias though. Even post fuck Freddy's still warm and a solid grip.]

I'm a bad one. Don't be surprised.

[A criminal who runs with cops. That's bad on two counts.]

...you said you had to think. D'you wanna do it sittin' down?

[Meaning that they gotta pull apart. Larry doesn't move even at his own suggestion.]

It's a nice surprise.

[Talking precious beautiful bullshit. Where would he be if it was gone in a second? Probably in despair that's what. Thank christ he can feel Larry still inside him, reminding Freddy they're alive together.]

No I'm good like this.

[The kid insists. Whether it's because he really doesn't think putting pressure on his ass is a good idea right now or he just means to imply it as a stroke over the old man's ego is his secret.] It ain't gonna suffocate in there is it?

[Larry can't quite keep still. He keeps his weight on his knees and just rubs at Freddy's body. His strong back and on down to his rump that's flush against him, just under a not so padded belly.]

We kinda look like some national geographic shit.

[Fucking out here. Now touching on Freddy's chest again. Know what? Even if he said he's done the old man can paw as he likes.]

I don't think it'll suffocate.

[Just...get soft. Maybe that's what he wants?]

[He likes that padded belly and don't you forget it, Mr. White. Oof. Freddy shifts a little like an animal reacting to a warm firm stroke of a hand.]

Are you saying you wanna put me on display sometime?

[Not just on camera as they've already done, but for an audience. Exhibitionism isn't beyond Orange here, as long as it's a setting they've both scoped out and assessed. And it doesn't end up on the network, thanks.]

Uh huh.

[Freddy sounds, lazy and noncommittal, thus somewhat oblivious to whatever crisis Larry might be having with regards to his one shot capability.]

[That padding shouldn't be going anywhere. In fact, he's looking a little less like he spent hard time in a desert slum.]

That don't sound like a bad idea. Extra eyes looking at the two of us, that won't mess with your head none?

[Leaning back again, laying into his body just so. Oh fuck. Larry can feel a slight difference than before with his own body chance. Gradual but just what nature's set for him. Don't think that way, old man. Rough thumbs rub at his nipples.]

They'd want to fuck you in a heart beat. Really plug you on up.

[If a wildcat is within reach he'll be looking to collar up that kitty with his own arm, thanks.]

Naw, don't think so. People are watchin' me all the time. [Waiting for that LAPD officer to make a mistake.] Anyway if you're there you'll tell'em who's boss, tell'em who can plug me up and who's gotta go home.

[There's another soft 'mmm' as he shifts under Larry.] Am I leakin' yet?

[That's the effect he's after, once Larry's got to vacate the premises, only to see the mark he's left on and in Freddy Newendyke.]

[Collared and domestic wildcat held up by his hand.]

I sure would. Not just any fool with a big dick can go and fuck you.

[Not when this is Larry Dimick's cum dump. Oh fuck. Speaking of which he is starting to feel an extra wet around his cock. As he slips on out with ease he can see some of his own cum slicked over that ass.]

A little.

[Fuck it. Without giving a warning or saying much more at all, the old man is there to clean off what he can see.]

You got that right.

[He shakes his head in a nope nope sort of manner that helps double as a good way for him to brush his hair against any part of Larry he can reach. That is, until the old man's moving farther back along the (somewhat short) length of his body.]

Great--

[Oh. Even better. Tongue to his ass evokes another slow stretched out sigh.] Damn...you know how to treat a guy.

[Lick, lick, lick. As a man who doesn't like cats it is a sort of feline motion the way his breath is slightly ragged. It's mostly the effort. The taste is far more bitter than before. Blame the lube and Larry's own diet.]

How else should I treat my man?

[In case it wasn't apparent yet, Larry's committed to making another go at Freddy however short lived it is. Dick or no dick. The obvious sign might be how he starts to lightly press and pull at his balls before curling fingers around his uncut cock.

No doubts, no regrets...no real devoted thoughts about that fucking day. Mr. White, you can't fuck away the past.]

I'm not doubting you.

[His classic sincerity, his excellent manner, his perfect gesture. What a fucking catch you are, Lawrence Dimick, real fucking--er. Whoa. Freddy presses his cheek to the ground again. His balls are feeling a little more sensitive than his cock, could be the proximity to his prostate.]

You don't have to do that.

[He breathes, clearly reacting to his touch, though not hard again yet. The kid kind of doesn't want to admit he still needs another two minutes tops.]

I want to. [Woah. Is that his voice? It's rough and low. He rests his cheek on Freddy's ass and glides his foreskin up and down. It hasn't been two minutes. Heh.]

You want me to stop, baby?

[Reacting and saying that he doesn't have to... it's a fuzzy area. It's sort of selfish in the end. Larry doesn't want to have to disrupt their happy return home with a break down. The joke is on him though. It'll have to happen. Fucking's not talking. And it is hard to lose yourself in fucking when you can't get it up, goddamn is he trying.

Dark brown hair might tickle against his thigh as Larry tilts his head to lick behind his balls.

A car cruises by too fast to see anything or anyone, it's lights do spill on through the leaves up higher above their heads.]

What.

[That question is so unfair, why would he ever want Larry to stop? Damn. Just when he's about to say more though those lights cruise over them, shining on skin here and there. It's too fast to catch them in their compromising position but it's long enough that it actually makes the kid freeze like he's right in the headlights. His breath hitches in his throat.]

..........

[Well well, seems like that did the trick. The shot of adrenaline starts pricking him up.] Uhhnn...keep doing that.

[Freckled thighs spread to give that snout more room.]

[Pale yellow light really brightens up Freddy. Makes his skin seem like a sort of priceless marble piece except not no distant museum nude. This here is a hot body with needs that another can satisfy. Larry is happy to do it.]

Keep-? This?

[Again lapping right from ring piece to behind his balls then back.]

We gotta find somebody to do this for me while I'm up your ass.

[Sometime. Heh. Traveling down again. He'll stray from the repetition and he really has to loosen his jaw to try and fit a portion of his sac into his maw to suckle. He rests his arm in the dirt for balance.]

Uh huh. Uh huh. [Huff.] That.

[The kid leans back just a little like he's trying to get deeper into the old man's mouth.] You think? Somebody who's not gonna--get hooked on you? [Because Larry's ass is addicting too, Freddy knows this from personal experience.] Shit...

[Look at that. He's stiff again.] Blow me, Larry. Please? You can finger me.

[Not to draw emphasis towards the fact that Freddy knows his dick won't be ready to plow him again or anything.]

[Hooked on him, hooked on them... they say fucking and love is addictive stuff. Larry's sure as hell a mess without a fix. Of course the kid is stiff again, the old man would like to meet the fella that isn't getting the whole treatment. Even after being rocked like a freight train.]

I'll do a little better than that.

[Paws off, hands off. Larry gets down on the dirt and scoots under Freddy. Careful now, kid. This might be a position he's used to being in himself in a garage. A little more moving and then he cranes his neck to take a lick at the tip of his cock. Slowly on up he grips his ass to get him the right sort of angle and space.]

Oh yeah? How?

[Oh. That's how. He crosses his arms in front of himself, using them as a sort of brace against the ground. Yes, Freddy's been in that position before but he's never gone ahead and sucked on a tail pipe.]

Fuck.

[The kid huffs. It takes everything he's got not to just start thrusting into the old man's face. Yet.]

[Not yet? Then the old man's gotta open wide now. Tongue out and curling under his cock. Both hands, one for each cheek, squeeze twice and then rub. The kid wants his dick sucked and he did say fingered. The old man's quite proud to supply both.

Because he's already opened him up, Larry goes with two fingers. It's up to Freddy to set the pace.]

Mmm?

[Now?]

[Maybe.] Oh shit, man.

[Huff and puff. Just as much as he's asking for it he's exercising it too, hips pushing downward into Larry's face, though not quite fucking him yet. Just far in his mouth and spreading so those fingers can dip in with ease. Two at once too.]

Deeper.

[Freddy whines, fully aware how it makes him sound like some kind of insatiable hound.]

[This is out of a man who told him that he didn't have to go on. Hah.

He lets out a shaky sigh. Sizable cock between his lips make it hard to deliver jibes. It'll have to play out on what he does with his other hand. This time be gives his ass a smack. Those two fingers delve on in and curl.]

[Give him an inch and he'll climb all over you, Lawrence Dimick, that's just how this kid works. The smack makes him buck and making his buck means that sizable uncut cock of his stuffs deeper into the old man's mouth. Hopefully Larry saw that coming.]

You're sneaky.

[Freddy insists in a low pleasured hiss. Those fingers are working right up against his prostate.] Bet you just wanna--make sure we're caught with your face covered.

[Oh he did. It still makes his eyes go a little wide feeling more of his girth fit in. Teeth are absolutely kept out of the picture. It's what a true professional does.

He'll play up the benefits of fucking the kid with his fingers. They curl easily and they're gonna each time to directly get his prostate.

What a painting that is. Someone finds em and they gotta pull Mr. Orange off with his erect, wet dick flapping to even look at a guilty, nasty Mr. White. It'd be great to get hard at this very moment. Sure does make a delicious shiver in the pit of his stomach.]

Mmmhmmm.

Jerk.

[Spoken with the greatest of affection for the old man too. The kid manages to settle into a semblance of a rhythm where every thrust first pitches him forward into the other man's mouth only to pull back enough to feel like he's fucking himself on those dexterous professional fingers.]

Did you--always wanna...do me in a park, huh? Like you're cruising for easy ass.

[Why bother asking questions when the guy can't really talk, Newendyke. Freddy can't help bullshitting while he's grinding himself into that face.]

[Paw squeezes his ass so tight and lets go to make like he means to work it to dough. That is nothing close to John Connor. Larry sort of wishes he had a double again to really lay into Freddy with more than two hands. He seems to be getting along rather well in charge. All that talk is asking, begging for more.

Third finger then with harder passes.

Relax that throat, old man. It's gonna get more rough.]

But I ain't no madman.

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