whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

I guess I need a reminder or something.

[Another shrug. Click click. Snap. Clack. This gun is coming apart like nobody's business yet his freckled hands are treating it with absolute care and control. He talks to Larry like they're discussing breakfast and not dicks for lunch.]

You think so?

Sucking cock is like riding a bicycle. You don't exactly forget.

[Wiping big paws deliberately.]

You'll remind yourself.

[Could Freddy do his thing while his hands are finishing off one gun? Interesting thought.]

You don't say.

[Freddy says almost dismissively as he starts cleaning out the barrel on this one, slow and deliberate. Remind himself, he says. Caramel green eyes narrow in the most subtle manner but he adds nothing to the metaphor. The kid's more focused on how he's got the cleaner working its way in and out the barrel. In and out. In and out. Steady as she goes.]

Do I gotta show you?

[Not even waiting for an answer, he undoes his belt and sorta pulls on up his white shirt to show more of his belly. Unbutton, unzip.

Everything below his belly button is functioning like normal. Doesn't feel different. Good, better than good.]

I think it's too late to say yes or no...

[The kid remarks as his shirt goes on up, his jeans go on open, and everything just starts coming out. Damn, the old man works fast. Freddy does his own best to finish up this firearm, though he might appear to be working just a tiny bit slower now.]

I can wait.

[Half hard so he rubs his own chest, watching those hands work. Cut cock sorta hangs from his fly.]

I mean, nobody likes to be put on the spot.

[Performance anxiety joke. What a card you are, Dimmy. Is that in and out motion still going? How on earth do they ever get anything done around here?]

[Yes. Yes it is. Notice however on this one downstroke Freddy actually misses the hole. Oops. He fixes that quick just as his eyes fixate on Lawrence Dimick and that only half hard cock. It's not as big that way and he's well aware of how big Larry can get.]

Uh...

[Put on the spot right there. Not that Freddy has performance anxiety or anything. Ugh he breaks his gaze for the briefest moment to really accelerate finishing up this firearm. He's determined to get this gun done before he gets that gun done. Whoops he sneaks a look back at Larry and licks his lips.]

[Paw rubs up to his own neck to scratch the back of his head. He even tilts his head to one side before trailing back on down. Over his nipple, down over a scar to trace a little...

Hard to try to be indifferent to how he's getting on with that gun. Larry's gotta smirk some.]

Keep going.

[Staring. Cleaning. Whatever. Now he's gonna wrap that fist around himself for one long slide up then down. The staring is helping him get to that full size.]

[Look at this fucking bear thinking he can do what he wants when he wants however he wants. What a fucking cocky bastard and christ does it really turn Freddy on to see him acting like he just doesn't give a damn. When his cock is out this way it's too much for the kid to resist. Dirty pool, really. Or maybe Freddy needs to think about curbing his appetite for Larry's dick. Eh, naw.]

C'mere.

[He insists as he puts the completed gun away. Sorry it might not have received the same intricate care as the others but it's not a bad job either. Freddy doesn't even bother wiping his hands off as he reaches for Larry to draw him into his mouth. Only the tip though. He's going to lick and suck at it like it's candy.]

[Curbing? Like cutting it down? Oh man. Don't want the guy to starve? What a cold, cruel thought that is. Except threaten like that, a cunning fox could easily get whatever he wants.

Just what he wanted. Larry sucks in a breath and tilts to face Freddy more.]

We both know you got a job to do.

[Clean the arms, suck is dick. Larry is certain that it's a great job. Cock now filled on up with blood stands at attention, Freddy's attention.]

[Lips purse around the head, tight first then loose so he can lick down the center then speak against it.]

I do it pretty well don't you think?

[Freddy works his freckled fingers around Larry's balls, palming them as he gives his cock another broad lick before hooding his mouth farther down the shaft. Yep, feels like he's at full mast now.]

So far.

[Audible swallow there. Hard to posture a tough guy indifference.]

I think so.

[Hips tilt up some, but really he leaves the control to Freddy. He feels like a gun in the hands of a master, to be taken apart or being prepped to go boom.]

[What? Really? Well that sounds like a challenge for Mr. Newendyke so here goes nothing. Freddy draws his lips as far down as possible, down, up, down. Caramel green eyes flick a gaze towards his face even as his own cheek grazes the hairs above his packed ammunition.]

[That's pretty fucking far down. The contact of his eyes as he does it with all the calm resolve of working a barrel is enough to get the old man to give.]

--fuck.

[Super effective. Larry grips the back of the couch and decides to give into holding onto Freddy's head. Don't force. Phew. That was close.]

Who taught you to suck dick so good?

[Huff. Swallow. He even licks his lips.]

[Score another point towards victory for Orange when White has to brace the couch. And come on what kind of question is that? Well he knows the answer Larry's looking for but Freddy's not going to give it up that easy. Although there's a heavy paw on his head the kid manages to lean back enough to again murmur around the tip.]

Porn did.

[Heh heh heh. He licks and sucks at the head most 'demurely'...as demure as Freddy Newendyke can get.]

[Damn, you give him an inch...or about six. Larry curls his fingers into those golden and brown locks.]

Yeah? How big is that guy Porn?

[Man though if he tugs too hard, he'll pull off. He's feeling pretty confident that this is going to get dragged along nicely. Still, the habit of urgency is not something he'll break.]

About as big as you.

[He who really helped perfect the kid's ability to suck dick. Down Freddy goes again, possibly pulling against his own hair but it doesn't hurt. Larry knows how much he can stand to have it tugged like a leash.]

[Tug and lighten up to tug a little more. Yeah, that's real fucking good.]

Did he teach you how to take cock up your ass too?

[Like porn is a person. If it was, man oh man, what a bicycle that would be. Watch how he moves under him to compliment the way he's taking him down and pulling away.]

[Mmph. He can't answer this question just yet. There's saliva trailing its way from the base of his shaft to his balls though and Freddy here just uses it like an oil to rub into his sack. Oof. He pulls his head back enough to speak again.]

Kinda. Porn had a little help from someone else.

[Who else but the man attached to the dick he's just slobbered all over. There goes another lick to his tip.] Like riding a bicycle too ain't it?

[The metaphor is timely for the way Larry positions himself.]

Now that you mention it.

[Sure. Whatever. Getting hard to track properly. All slicked up with saliva and worked with his mouth is a wonderful place to be.]

Which do you like better?

[Sucking or fucking. Because right now Larry can't decide if he wants to try and play it cool some more or ask the kid to hop on? ...Or try and wait it out to make him decide. That seems too hard right now. Hard like the smooth head of his cock that keeps getting that playful dog treatment.]

[Right back down on him.] Unnhh.... [Freddy sounds with his cock still in his mouth.] Harhh tuh sah.

[Hard to say. Yes he did just in fact attempt speaking around the old man's big cock. Look at him go hands free now though to start removing his own clothes.]

I bet it sure is hard.

[To say. He'd laugh if he wasn't intent on pulling his shirt off.]

I can help you think it over.

[On his dick. That kid is really making him all wet and ready, with or without lube. Larry wants to get a real test run.]

[In order to get his shirt off he's going to have to pull his mouth off Larry's dick so here goes nothing. Lips purse tightly to glide off almost with a pop but not really because the old man is just that big or something. Hah.]

Oh yeah? You'd do that for me?

[Freddy remarks, wearing a smirk as if that can replace his now half-nudity. His jeans are next and look, Larry's not the only one hard up now.]

[Don't make a noise. Don't make a sound. Still he makes a desperate grunt.]

Sure could.

[Trying to bring back the cool sorta distant demeanor even as he's eyeing what is coming out of his jeans.]

Sit right on it.

[Careful how you phrase things, old man.]

[Sit right on it, he says... Freddy pulls his mouth back again until it's off complete with a string of saliva that takes its sweet time to break. Plop. Right back down on the floor. Knees spread. He points at his own stiff one.]

Be my guest.

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