whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[He's at least half a bear, maybe a third, but he's no bag of delicate bones either. Freddy's as toned and tough as the day he came out of the academy. Nevermind his lungs taking a hit from his addiction.]

You think so? Tell me a story.

[Freddy requests as he pulls the old man out of his clothes. He's already pumping his palm to get him as stiff as possible.]

[Wiry mass, enough to grip and hold and toss and turn and fuck or be fucked by. He can run faster and longer than the old man even with his nicotine laced lungs.]

A story-? [It's like being asked to pat his head and rub his stomach.]

What-[huff, he licks his lips and reaches out to comb both hands through his hair.] What kind?

[Freddy leans in to take a short lick at the tip of his cock. Caramel green eyes look up with some mischief, some daring challenge, and pleasure because he loves it when those paws are on his hair.]

Surprise me.

[His lips part to tighten around the head.]

[The old man didn't even need to ask. Oh fucking shit. Right onto it. No hesitation, how did Larry miss that he wanted it this bad this fast.]

There once was a guy. [Swallow. The hard part is over, he got a main character. Larry has surprised himself. Hot breath then lips wrapping around.]

A-a cop.

[Combing is clutching now.]

Mmhmm?

[He manages to sound around his dick before his lips sink down a little farther. Freckled hands are reaching in to cup his balls too. Gotta do better than that, Lawrence Dimick.]

[Is he really expecting a story? He tries to laugh out of desperation.]

A cop who uh had to have a new partner. He was a big guy, tough. [What is he even saying?] Except he didn't know this guy was scum.

[Oh. He knows that story though? Shit will he stop if it's not good enough? That cock is getting harder in that mouth.]

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[This is a kid who's been to outer space via comic books, of course he's expecting a story. He never said it had to be a good one though.]

Mm...

[More muffled sounds as Freddy's head starts bobbing a little. Again these green eyes are looking up, asking for more.]

They were cops in a place made out of--of dreams. And when you thought about something it came true....eventually. Depended on how hard y'thought about it.

[Fantasy aspect cuz that is what Freddy thrives on. And all the things he thought right now involved getting his rocks off hard. Green and caramel brown eyes look so fucking smug and shameless smoking dick.]

Except it wouldn't change who the other guys were. [Swallow. He groans and shivers.] That didn't change how much the piece of scum cop loved his partner. This guy was so fucking amazing. [Hips tilt and he has to get a grip on himself and remember who's in charge of this chase.]

[He has to pull his wet lips off for a second but his hand keeps jerking at the base.]

Sounds like a real special kind of place. [Freddy licks his lips.] What'd they do there?

[The kid asks before his head dips down to get back to work. He's working his tongue all around the tip, wrapping the rim, sliding down the center groove.]

[Fingers go combing first all back on his scalp but it's gonna fall back where it was then to one side.]

They had to make sure nobody was wishing anybody dead. [Gulp.] Or-or robbing anybody. They had machines that were able to read intent. [Huff. Oh damn that tongue. Larry spreads his legs more. He's torn between leaning back or scooting forward. He's just a man Freddy, don't be mad at him.]

Shit, man. Are you gonna fuck me? Ride me? Or [more urgent clutching and a little pull] just thirsty?

[Machines that were able to what...he's curious about where Larry's getting his ideas from or if it's all completely stream of consciousness, on the fly, because he's too distracted by a mouth on his dick. Nice to feel those palms still though but at this question Freddy has to pull his head up again.]

Whatcha got... [Lick to the tip again.] ...in mind?

[It's sheer effort to say shit that makes sense which ends up...not making all that much sense. His mouth is saying one thing, his mind is saying lips, saliva, throat, suction, friction, fuck, fuck and fuck.]

You. Me. The floor. Now.

[Knees come together on either side of the kid's shoulders.]

Legs on my shoulders.

[....Now who's the one getting hard? Just thinking about it's making his pants feel a little tighter. Although he's caught in Larry's trap Freddy insists on pushing and pulling his mouth over his shaft a few more times. Then he's off completely and ready to sit back on the floor.]

Make it happen, cowboy. Better be as good as your fuckin' story.

[For a moment he believes his fate is going to be hoovered down that throat. Not that it would be that bad by any stretch of the imagination. When Freddy gives Larry rolls the chair away from the computer and them. It can crash into a wall. Or something. Whatever. Floor.]

It'll have you shakin'.

[Mouth on Freddy's now as he works on peeling off his jeans. Might be kinda cold on the floor. Oh well. Small price you gotta pay. Briefs aside he's working on getting the kid fully hard.]

You'll like this one better. Its about this other cop. Tough, ballsy son of a bitch who gets to take it up his ass at the drop of a hat because his guy is addicted to him.

[Jacking that uncut cock a few more times before he makes sure that the kid is naked as the day he was born. Larry pushes off his pants and briefs completely too.]

How hard? [He's already reaching for those shoulders to pull the old man on top of him. Mouths meet firmly, as firm as his back is pressed to the floor. Oh fuck Larry's working fast. His jeans are already off and the fact that the old man pulls his briefs aside makes him rock solid.] Can't wait...huh?

[Being cocky while getting handled like this is almost too much for Freddy.] How far up is he gonna take it? Does his--guy wanna knock him up?

[Those words trail off with a groan. Now the kid's watching him undress while licking his chops. He had planned to suck White's load down but his own selfishness got the better of him. None of those characters in his stories get to have what Freddy does.]

Real hard. Bout every time I get the back of your teeth.

[How who's all fast and frank? Nude, the old man has to get to the table to grab the lube.]

Don't move.

[Off of the floor he means.]

This cop is gonna take it until he can almost taste it. [Knock him up, he says. Larry's back with the lube and coating his cock as he walks and talks. Multi-tasking is different when you're in charge. On his knees he goes.]

Big time. The rate they go, like rabbits.

Think you can knock'em out with that hard dick?

[Don't move, he says, but Freddy'll gladly disobey by sitting up just enough to watch him and jerk his own cock. There's no danger of him prematurely unloading, he'd never threaten Larry with that, but the way he's watching him, listening, it's obvious he wants to pose a challenge to him.]

Sounds kinda gentle.

[Oh yeah, he's daring. Staring. Licking his chops again because fuck Mr. Orange is craving Mr. White's cock.]

[Larry's not so long and not all that hard or thick cock adores this kinda talk. It's definitely going to inspire him to act like he's got that sort of piece.]

What the fuck did I tell you?

[As though the kid could keep still. A shove at Freddy, not too hard. But it clearly says lay the fuck back. No more jerking off for the old man. He purposely makes an effort to lay paws on his knees to make sure they're parted and bent because he already specified where they're gonna go.]

You should get your ears checked if that's how it sounds.

[Oof. Flat on his back again.] My ears ain't the part that's gonna score you.

[Freddy counters, knees bent and parted because he has no choice. Obviously he does and his choice is to let Larry spread'em for him. He's still jerking on himself by the way.]

[Thick, wet head of his cock pushes up against him, ready for entry.]

Okay. Here this right now.

[He grabs that wrist before making any other movements.]

It's not gonna be gentle.

[With that, he's pushing on in. Go ahead and keep jacking, Freddy. If you gotta. Larry is reaching up to lift his hips up off the ground.]

Shit--

[Oh fuck. No he can't jack off right now, not when that slick wet cock is pushing into him. It's not gentle, not gentle at all. It's almost a little too sharp but when Larry lifts his hips off the ground it's the right angle to make him sink easier. Freddy's opening up to him fast. His back arches in kind.]

Motherfucker...shit...

[Huff and puff. He looks like he could actually be in pain, but then freckled hands are down to brace the ground.] That all...you got?

[No letting up, no backing down. Larry keeps his pace and doesn't stop. He almost does at least twice though.]

No sir.

[Higher, hasher just because he suggested the such.]

[High enough the kid's got his legs resting on the old man's shoulders now, just like he said they'd be. Freddy's staring straight up at Larry. There's strain in his expression but also a stretch of fulfillment that clearly reflects how much he's enjoying a stretch elsewhere. Hey didn't he want Larry to tell him a story?? Looks like that's completely left his mind.]

Fuck me, tough guy. [In case the neighbors didn't hear.] Fuck me real good.

[Now it's more like a movie. So. Go figure. Those get the point across pretty quickly. Already feeling the right kind of a slip. The old man starts off hard. If it sounded gentle previously it is well and truly a fluke.]

Like that, huh? [The old man's hardly allowing any time at all between thrusts.]

Hurt your teeth?

Uh--huh. Fuck.

[So so hard to talk when he's practically folded like this. Freddy can feel Larry's every move, every pass distinct and fucking intense. Is that how high the old man gets on his westerns? Could he be like this over a space adventure? Not that the kid's thinking about trying to weave a story himself. Maybe he will tomorrow.]

Make me sore.

[Freddy groans. From the sound of it he could really mean it two different ways. Up to Larry to decide which he likes better.]

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