whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.

[All that fucking tough guy talk. this is where you get yourself. The old man is aching from that mouth working on him. Not what he expected. Go with it.]

Facing you, tough guy?

[Gotta get up off of the couch. The better to kick away his jeans. There's gotta be lube on the table somewhere among the guns and materials... Larry takes his time to lean and reach, pawing for it.]

Why not?

[A shrug for the old man like it don't matter. When was the last time he got to push his dick up Larry's ass face to face like this? Laying back and having him do all the work? This way if fucking him doesn't do the job at least Freddy can give him another round after five minutes. He's unaware of the experiment at hand. As for the lube, welp he's not gonna help Larry find it. Again, all the work.]

Here it is.

[Not yet mounted even on the kid's lap he is on his knees. Is that how he's gonna play then. Not even going to help. Larry uncaps the lube and reaches back to smear it over his own ring piece.]

Better not lemme down.

[The old man hasn't prepped himself with fingers and he's not about to when there is a perfectly good set attached to Freddy if he's so inclined... or that well formed uncut cock.]

Here.

[Now a slick hand works him up and down, like it is an after thought. Larry fights the temptation to kiss his mouth. The tug of war with egos hasn't melted over to that.

Yet.]

Think that'll work?

[Hopefully he'll be able to rebound from this. ...and not for four hours.]

Why would I ever wanna bring a guy like you down?

[Freddy muses oh so casually as he gestures for Larry to draw near. Ah that's good, he brushes his fingertips down across a wildcat, stroking its fur.]

Lube yourself up, man. Get everything ready.

[Nope not going to help with that either, especially not with his fingers. It didn't take him all that long to practice being able to mount a cock without fingers, and Larry's the more experienced of the two isn't he? When his paw wraps around him Freddy's own mouth falls slack, letting out a moan.] Th-think so...

[Mouth open with his hair sorta flopped this way or that really gets Mr. White's heart thumping.]

Good. I'll put it right by you. Just in case.

[Lube moved first. A few more strokes as he tries to figure out the best way to straddle the kid. His bigger body has more space to consider. Okay straddling, still up right on his knees before lowering, lowering... He grips the base of Freddy's cock. Like this he can rub it on up against the crack of his ass before settling the tip to his ring piece.]

Does it all seem familiar?

[He's not the only one completely drawn in by sight of a body ready and willing. For the lube gesture Freddy just smiles and nods, polite. See he has manners to. Now though, now, he's gonna beckon the guy to get to it.]

Sit on me.

[If Lawrence Dimick had wanted his freckled ass to sit on his cock that's what he should have said. God bless ambiguity. Aw fuck, the cockiness leaves Orange when that bigger body is shadowing his not so bigger body. It takes so much not to thrust his hips upward along his ass, into it. Without fingers that would just be cruel.]

Come on man... [Pant pant.] I think I'm remembering, Larry...

Look out now, baby. [He sucks in a breath.] Here I come.

[Lowering, lowering. Relaxing even as he feels the slick cock head push through. Now that he doesn't need to hold onto Freddy so he'll grip the couch behind. Thighs are tense supporting his weight.]

So it'll be a smooth ride?

[Sinking, sinking.]

Oh you're gonna come alright.

[Freddy quips quick before that ringpiece is stretching around him, making him groan louder than before. He feels so fucking tight for a man of his age and experience, fifty fucking years old. The kid loves it.]

You're--fuck, you're amazing.

[Almost squeezing the fucking breath out of Freddy Newendyke. Both hands settle on his hips now.] Uh huh...

[Eyes screw shut, concentrating on the sensation.]

Oh fuck, Freddy.

[Spreading him wider and wider. If this means feeling like this each time, he's happy to be closed for business from anyone else but this young gun.]

Guide me.

[One more slip and he's about sitting flush up against his lap. He feels confident enough to let go of the couch to paw down Freddy's freckled chest. Nothing appears to be out of the norm. That must mean it's working fine.]

Where do you--wanna go, man?

[He asks around a hard swallow of restraint. He's so tight it's obvious he can't just go for fucking him just yet. The wait only makes the prize sweeter. Plus he has to map a course of action for the guy at his own request. That's what some people call romantic. His hands are rubbing from hips to thighs and back again as much as that paw is kneading over his chest. As far as Freddy knows everything is in normal working order.]

There you go, Larry. [He's balls deep in Mr. White. Who else can claim this? Orange grins against his ass.] Comfortable?

A joy ride.

[The laugh starts but sort of peters off to a moan. Snug right up against his prostate but not really doing much there. Man, how is it that he bottoms frequently enough and stays like this? Better yet, that's a good question for Freddy. Does that have something to do with his body or that's all he can do when he's not plugged up with Dimick cock.

That rubbing really gets goosebumps starting here and there. All the hair bristles pleasantly much like some of it right up against his ass.]

Yeah. Feel like I'm...sitting pretty here.

[He sighs shakily, but it's out of pure joy.]

So. I gotta know something...and you gotta tell me the truth.

[Since they gotta pause a few moments longer. Loving, big paws rub up to cup his cheek to look him in the face.]

[A joy ride he says. He'll give him the joy ride of his life, or of the month at least because topping the old guy ain't no once in a blue moon affair. Fuck that. Freddy gives his butt a hard smack for the way he moves in time with his grinding. It's almost like a game of chicken waiting to see who's going to give in first--er...what? Paws at his cheeks make him blush though at this point it's hard to tell if it's from being stuck up inside Larry or from the way he just knows how to handle Freddy Newendyke.]

Yeah....? What is it? [Got him right where you want him, Dimmy.]

[Those delicious caramel apple eyes are really off set by the flush of new color. And all of that is over those freckles. It almost makes him feel bad to ask him something so dirty and wicked.]

How do you stay so tight hung up on big dick?

[Here, he'll cushion that a little with grinding up on him. It takes his own breath away and starts to add color to his own face and cheeks.]

Might need tips.

[Especially if this works out the way he thinks it is going to.]

.....

[Really? Really? Okay, old man, you asked for it. Two can play at this game. Freddy grinds back with an equal amount of steadiness and ease. He beckons for Larry to curl over closer. They're in their own home, sure, but this needs to be whispered.]

I'll tell you a secret, okay? Something I ain't ever told anybody.

[Freddy shakes his head.] When I was in college I had to do this project on astronomy, something about catching Venus near Orion's Belt. I had to head up to the observatory, you know the big one in Griffith Park? James Dean? Everything I know about the sky I learned from comic books so I had no fuckin' idea what I was doing up there. I kinda just kicked around with my backpack, looked over LA, I thought maybe I gotta sneak in to get the telescope cause I'm not paying for some VIP membership just to get an A. Well this other guy up there, I'd seen him in the place where I was, writing some I don't know what in his notebook. He looked like a real smart scientist type, probably some professor over at UCLA. Handsome, brunette, shaved, glasses.

[This is going somewhere, Lawrence Dimick, honest.]

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