whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Did they really? He doesn't need to ask out loud. Lawrence Dimick knows the feeling of cum up in his ass.]

You too. Gimme it.

[Sloppily rocking back on him and trying to urge his hand more. Whatever can come on out sooner. Like usual his cock reacts accordingly sorta gradual...maybe even slower than usual relinquish its hardness. He's too focused on trying to rock on Freddy's cock.

They fucking came together. Synchronized like clocks to one another. Larry now is feeling like he should have waited. He should have said something. Coming together is a special occasion on its own. A man can't untake a little pill.]

Shit, baby. [Open mouthed panting while he's slowed down makes him grip that jaw again to kiss.] I love being your bike.

I--am. [He groans and pants, still rocking up into him to make sure he's fully bred, fully knocked up.] Jesus...

[Freddy hasn't noticed the unusual behavior of Larry's cock just yet as he figures nothing's different today. There's no reason to speculate or suspect a thing. That kiss also helps to distract him from noticing anything else other than they just fucking came together. Fucking beautiful.]

Mmm... [Sounded against his lips.] Think it mighta been the other way around...

[Lips purse against his oh so sweetly while his paws spread the mess around. Only a little.]

Don't tell me you're all done, tough guy.

[His paw wraps around Freddy's and works his cock up and down between them.]

I think...you might have missed a spot. Maybe I should move, you know?

[Down on all fours. Twice. Even if it doesn't last, it would be a treat for his man. All that talk about staying tight up and everything, it'd make sense. Breathe, Dimick. Don't devote too much thought to it all. This is your man. He's gonna have a good time no matter how it goes.

Another sweet, sweet breathless kiss.]

[Huff huff puff. He brings a cum covered finger up between them for the taste of it, lips wiping it clean then away so he can speak. Because, it sounds like Lawrence Dimick is challenging him. A challenging over his endurance, his athleticism.]

Gimme...five minutes, outlaw. Don't do a damn thing.

[Freddy purses his lips against Larry's. Challenge fucking accepted, and to be certain, the old man is going to stay on all fours now. It's just a matter of what he knows they can do physically. How little Orange knows right now.]

C'mon. That's right. Do it.

[He's gripping at Freddy's hips so hard. Those rising welts are earned. Larry's own ass is tender, still slick with not one but two loads. This time the kid is gonna blow it bent over the table.]

Come.

[Now he's gonna let go and lean on into his body to grind, just as hard as when they started. Maybe a little more. Larry bites at his shoulder like a hungry bear as he saves the carpet and table from whatever load he'll have left.]

[Fortunately(?!) for the carpet and furniture it's not much more than a fucking dribble from the tip of his cock. There's a whole heck of a lot more evidence in what Larry's done to him by way of Freddy's face and voice. He grips the edge of the table so fucking tight.]

Oh fuck.

[He whines like he's fucking dying, back arching up against him as if drawn by a leash held by the old man's teeth.] Larry.

[Listen to that rasp. Look at the floppy hair sticking to his forehead. It's like Christmas all over again, or was it New Year's? Hell he can't remember the last time he was so thoroughly fucked out of his mind.]

Mmmmhmm.

[Smeared, appreciative kisses all over his shoulders.. It's exhilarating as much as it is tiring. Except he feels one thing for sure...

Still on he hard side.]

Shit. [Held up tight as he rides out the remainder of his finish. He holds the dribble in his paw. Maybe he'll unload himself again. Maybe.]

Beautiful, man.

Goddamn...man...

[Heave and huff and puff. His body falls slack against the table now, comfortably pinned by the big old bear's weight, and also his dick which has stood up marvelously for the last three rounds. What's up with that?]

You--doin' something different...? The gym or what?

[Yes in Freddy Newendyke's world something like not having a long refractory period is curable by a couple miles on the treadmill and benchpresses.]

You really wanna know?

[He whispers into his ear as he grinds up as deep as he'll go. No warm load there. Larry did most definitely have an orgasm not long after Freddy the second time. It's getting hard to catch his breath, there's another not far.]

Kinda....

[Oh hell, the way he whispers that just makes him think of his little observatory bullshit. Just desserts they say. But all the grinding and feeling so opened up while spent empty is great. He could wrap himself up in Lawrence Dimick and not care about anything else.]

Okay.

[A sweet kiss on the cheek.]

Remember when you and me got together with that curse?

[So... now would be a good time to pull out so he can work the rest of it out in his hand. Poor kid looks like he's really finished up. Besides, he has a hand of natural lube....would that be insulting? No. He started it with Freddy, he'll finish it with Freddy.

Grinding, grinding. The old man sighs and moans in the kid's ear. Close, concentrated movements.]

Mmm... [What a sweet sweet kiss.] Yeah? Teenagers right?

[Who could forget, heh. Ooh those grinding motions elicit a low satisfied moan.] What about it...

[He grinds back as much as a tired Newendyke can.]

Uh huh. Teenagers.

[He's got his own shuddering moan. So damn close, he can feel it. There's a stark difference in his balls. It won't be a shaking dry one this time. Even if it isn't a big one the release is going to be a great pay off.

You got a story to finish too old man.]

I-I don't remember the last time I fucked like that.

[Of his own free will. Not gassed up by a spider bitch or cursed.]

...I wanted to have that again. Freddy.

[Hard to lay it all out when you're voice is so strained. Give him a bit?]

[He's already cummed everything he's got yet every shake and shiver sends a shiver and shudder all across Freddy's body. So damn good. He reaches back to stroke his fingers through Larry's hair if he can.]

I think you got it back, Larry.

[The kid praises with a lazy smile. The guy is going to cum in him right? Even if it's a dry one?? He's waiting for that characteristic burst of power and loss of control White gets when he orgasms.]

[That's just what he's gonna get. Larry grips on him at his thigh and braces at the table too. Tight, sturdy grip with both paws. Tables don't bruise. Surprise, surprise there is some semen so that they both are liable to be knocked up. Some. Not the typical amount that sometimes has enough for him to clean up. To think that he had to get this far through with his hands or face. What a difference this makes.

Freddy can definitely touch on his hair the way he lets it drop against his back. It's like a blessing. So this was a good idea after all.]

Fuck!

[The strength of release really is when the pressure drops like it should. No several hour hard on. At least not this time.]

I wanted [trying to catch his breath now] to give that to you, man. Like you should, know?

[Larry, that's not an answer yet.]

[Even though the amount is smaller than his first load it's still something to savior, deep up in his sweet ass. Freddy sighs for getting to own every last drop.]

Jesus....you're so fucking good Larry.

[More stroking. More petting. More sweat and the smell of sex.] Y-you didn't have to...

[Last grinding because he means it, because he believes this is it.]

Yeah-yeah I did.

[To keep up with and satisfy this man. Shit now this brings a new dimension to going to those clubs or hauling around someone else. They haven't talked about that in a while.

Well. Maybe they ought to. Really though they should talk about this detail right now. Except the stroking, the petting...all the good feelings... why wreck that?]

I'm gonna pull out baby.

[Soothing rubs on the bruises he's made. The old man will have his share. Maybe scratches too.]

[No, you didn't have to, Freddy thinks to himself lazily but he's not going to argue with Larry either. As long as the old man's in good health, didn't push himself too much, as long as he's happy, holding out to this challenge was a great thing. He's fucking satiated and spent but he'll never demand a repeat performance quite like this one so frequently.]

Okay, man.

[He nods then rests his head on the table in an effort to relax his entire body so that pulling out's a breeze. It never is though and that's wonderful.]

[The big bear of a body is healthy even for smoking as long as he has. Still strong too. That is what makes his own staying power more of a personal frustration. Freddy has not had any complaints. This was still a measure he wanted to explore. Something new, something to keep him up to speed....]

Man. After all that...laying down would be good.

[To rest. Shit. It was a great time. Excellent even. Why does he feel like staring at Freddy's ass might not be a cool down action?]

I'm not gonna stop you.

[Freddy quips, freckled rear giving a slight wag as if he has a tail because he can feel Larry looking at it. Heh. Oof, okay enough of that. He carefully moves to sit down.]

You're still crazy. I stand by that. [He smiles.]

[Getting up and about is more difficult than it should be. Larry does it with a smile on his face because he got to fuck before breakfast. Now if he could just carry on through it, that would be great. Sort of feels like he had two major league games played back to back. At least one paw stays on the counter top to keep the weight off.

Except he says nothing. Might have been because he's not used to fucking that many times. That's what he tells himself anyway. After pouring the coffee, he fishes out some Advil or aspirin or whatever they got hanging out in there.]

Toast or cereal?

[Business as usual.]

I'm feeling a little like toast today. Can you make it with eggs in it?

[Freddy asks, fresh from a shower after a sweet morning fuck. Look at the bounce in his step, he's on cloud nine. And bear witness to the kiss he gives to Larry right on his cheek before pouring himself some coffee.]

[Sugar with his coffee. So sweet and right he wishes it could be some sorta pill so then this little set back could go away.]

Sure.

[Like it's simple. Feels like the fridge is a half a day away. Focusing and doing it will make it happen. Larry almost holds his breath as he makes those steps, the weight on each foot sort of jolts up his leg right to his spine. Made it. And now crouching some to grab for the eggs.]

Fried? Scrambled?

[The light emanating from the icebox is sort of blurry. He doesn't think a damn thing of it.]

Fried.

[Sugar and cream is right. Black's good for a precursor to a long hard shift but this morning Freddy's feeling so damn great some lightness won't hurt. Hey speaking of hurt...he looks over the old man, head tilting.]

You okay? Didn't pull something?

Sorta sore.

[Cradling the carton of eggs to his belly some as he straightens up. There's strain in his voice that could easily be from just kidding around.

Or not.]

Go on and sit. I got this.

[Eggs don't take two people to make. Already he's feeling productive having made it to the stove with the eggs. The pan is waiting.]

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