whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Y-yeah? You got his type...down to a T?

[Hard again. That seems like record fucking time for Freddy. It just goes to show the power of storytelling. He's not writhing as much but he's not laying back like it ain't no thing too. Fuck.]

Down to a--

[He sucks in the sound of his own words when he feels a finger inside him.] Fuck, Larry, what're you gonna do to me?

[Freddy's begging for spoilers.]

[He can't answer. At least not yet. No writhing, that's okay. But the way he's breathing and not able to complete a thought is good enough. Graying head of hair bobs on his cock. That finger isn't so shy about what he's up to, into a fucking motion. It's backwards and Freddy can take more. But why rush for the guy who nearly walked away from him after sitting on his lap and smoking his cigarette.]

Yeah. I do. Goes in, knowing what he wants.

[Two fingers. Larry now licks at him, open for some conversation if that's what the man really wants. Heh.]

[Oh come on it was a joke, a tease, something to get the old man's motor running and it sure as hell worked didn't it? The kid's shifting again, getting ever so much closer to the same one he held when Larry told him to move. He just unloaded and he's already looking to get fucked again. What a slut.]

Gettin' what he deserves.

[He completes the phrase for him because that's exactly how he feels at the moment. Two fingers that know how to work his prostate without a cock now.]

Boy does he. Except usually when people say fuck the police that's not what they have in mind.

[Chuckle before he's on the tip of his cock again like it's a treat. Well, it is. If Freddy's a slut, then Larry can't be too different. On the beach, in their home, in a car, in an alley... just like a junkie it doesn't matter where he gets his fix as long as he gets it.

Those to fingers curl and press. Right for the prostate.]

What's the author got in mind?

[Yeah he'll ask, he'll try to converse, because Freddy did kind of start it cocky. He's got to try and end it cocky. Try. Fuck when Larry's curling like that it ripples throughout his whole body, making his spine curve in kind. That results in pushing farther up into the old man's mouth too. That fucking junky.]

[Free fist wraps around the rest of Freddy as he pulls his mouth off. Gotta keep it tight enough to keep it raw still.]

Fucking him. Making him keep on coming.

[Fingers make short, fast passes at his prostate.]

Think you can take one more? Since it's not a thick dick?

[This one the kid has to answer because the old man is still again. Can the cop keep cocky like this?]

[Fuck it's no cock but what he lacks in girth he makes up for with dexterity. Freddy swallows again, riding hot on the sensations there and the alternating tightness from lips to fist.]

Put it in.

[Says the kid. That's a yes in case the old man needs clarification. Make no mistake though, Freddy's got some ideas of his own cooking.]

[Not wanting to reach for more lube, Larry spits and slides that third finger, his ring finger with his pointer and middle.]

Yeah, baby. Take it all in.

[Easing until he knows that it'll work out well enough. Stroke. Stroke.]

This cop's got a guy at his dick, a guy in his ass and a guy ready to go down his throat.

[To really paint a picture.]

[The fact that he spits on it makes Freddy lick his lips. Dirty, filthy, and so fucking romantic. When Larry eases it into him he can't help but moan. He's getting fingered like some teenage school girl, a teenage kid in a naked cop's uniform. Except then Larry has to go on and use even thicker wider brush strokes. The brightening color in his eyes is no coincidence. The picture brings his cock to full hardness.]

The way that cop's been handled...up, down, all over the fuckin' place, kinda surprised he ain't takin'--two in his ass.

[Don't assume that's serious commentary, Lawrence Dimick. He's thought about it, he's seen it in his dirty movies, but actually having that done to him is a different story. Maybe later on Mr. White, twenty-some years older than him with all his experience, can shed some light on the practice. Oof, Freddy's shifting again, this time to lay on his side, knees parting like scissors. Maybe Larry will recognize the position except they aren't on a beach and he's not the one taking it up the ass now.]

How's it look?

[Freddy dares to ask while reaching down at his own ass, to take Larry by the wrist and make him fuck him harder.]

[Whoops. Hopefully he's not giving nothing away. Sorry. It's been on his mind since he's committed to the idea. Already he knows Freddy's gonna like it. It's been something they've talked about and never gone through with. May as well make it a special reason.]

At the rate things are going, he's gonna have to.

[Not now, maybe not ever. Larry is glad to go along with exploration but it'll take one special son of a bitch to occupy Freddy's ass with him. Someone they both can trust.

No girl the old man's ever fingered took it up her ass with this much desperation and want. He shifts too since he means to suck on his cock. Freddy can use him as an ottoman if he wants. This position felt so damn good on the beach. May as well go for it again.]

Looks like you're fixing to get fucked.

[As if prompting at the wrist wasn't clear enough. It's go time. Going hard. Lips wrap around his cock again.]

[Gonna have to? That's arousing and intimidating all at once. Fortunately he's gotten too far wrapped up in getting fingered and sucked off so the kid doesn't question it or think about why Larry is talking about third and fourth parties again. Maybe it's a hint as to what kind of movie he'd like to see this Sunday. The kid keeps it in mind, wanting to treat the old man with it.]

I am.

[He admits before swallowing saliva. Jesus he's getting fucked and sucked off, like being sandwiched between two pending orgasms. He can feel it building this time, not suddenly like the first.] Your hand, gimme your hand.

[The other one. He's fixing to suck on those thick fingers to get the full affect of being filled at both ends and blown on his dick.]

[Watching several bodies fuck away at one another while he's on the couch with the kid is never a bad Sunday. Yeah. He'll say it is that.

Throat relaxed he takes the kid in more.

What was that? Hand? His free paw is surrendered up to the kid. Oh man. Right on into his mouth. Larry again curls his fingers at Freddy's prostate once more. Is he tasting precum yet? Even if he's not, there's more than a little satisfaction being completely occupied by this man's body. This close Larry can see his stomach curl with how he lays and reacts to those probing fingers. This scruffy dog smells like cum, saliva and sweat.]

[This scruffy dog is going to need a shower after all this but it's a guarantee he'll probably be too tired to care. Might even nap or turn in early. How late is it anyway? As for the precum, it just so happens to start leaking out when his cockhead brushes so fucking close to the back of his throat. Since Larry's watching so closely the way Freddy curls and starts to writhe again prove he's getting close to a second peak.]

Mm...fuh..

[He sounds around those fingers, working his own mouth up and down as eagerly as Larry does, as vigorously as his fingers fuck. Closer, any second now. White's lucky, when it does happen the speed at which he unloads pales in comparison to his near violent first. It's a steady thinner flow of cum, easy to swallow, right? Damn he's dripping saliva all over Larry's hand.]

[What kind of a man would Mr. White be if he let him lay on the floor like this? The least he could do is haul him to the can to let the water run off of him while he rinses too before brushing his teeth.

It's night. Not too early by their sleep cycle. This kind of fucking can take the wind out of a man.

Leaking is good. Even though it's not gonna be as strong that doesn't mean Freddy will get off easy. That mouth sucks on him just as hard and those fingers don't let up for a moment. Even when he does constrict and tense they still keep at his prostate.

That load is easy to swallow.]

Uh huh. That's good. [When he can pull free. One more kiss to the kid's cock before he starts to reclaim his fingers. The saliva drenched ones at his mouth first.]

Like that story, baby?

[A little more grinding since he was such a fucking tease before slowly slipping the rest out of his ass.]

Larry, fuck.

[Oh it's taking more than the wind out of him. Freddy's left a tired red-faced mess who just came twice under Larry's expert hand. What a lucky guy. He's so tired he doesn't even fight the guy for his wet saliva-stained fingers. When the other fingers pull out of him he still sighs as if they were White's cock. To think it was just there minutes ago.]

I do man...I really fuckin' do. You got a way....

[Messy paws are on him to pull him up. Easy now. It's harder than he thought because Freddy feels something like dead weight. Larry sits up and holds onto him. As great as it is to see him sprawled in a stupor, it's still their floor.]

Then maybe there'll be more some other time.

[No way to hide his grin so he won't. This is a self-satisfied bear.]

Since I guess it's better than a cowboy story.

[Oof. Up he goes right into those big strong arms. Freddy doesn't mind being moved around the way he is, he's too rubber boned to care.]

You promise?

[He asks, just to be clever, answering that grin with a (lazy) fox faced smile.]

It's a promise, my man.

[Lips on his forehead after all the places he's been.]

Now, let's get you cleaned up. Because if you're sleeping in my bed I don't want you too filthy.

[The old man's strong arms are pulling him up now. Clothes can stay where they are. Same with the computer. The project is pretty much forgotten for right now for other works in progress.]

What got you so hard?

[Snort. Just for that Freddy thinks about rolling all over Larry's sheets before showering off. Instead he'll smack a freckled hand against the old man's ass.]

You got a tough job ahead of you.

[That's right, you're gonna shower off too, Lawrence Dimick. Up on his feet now, clothes left strewn across the floor. Freddy has to think about the question before he answers.] Know how you get when I'm going on about Mr. Fantastic or the Green Lantern?

[Self-explanatory.]

[No fair! There's no winning...or losing, Dimick. Think about it. That ass shies away some after the fact. Freddy hits hard.]

Intense scrubbing. Hope you can handle that.

[Because it won't be as lewd as it sounds right now. Haha.]

...Baby, you know that you're really what gets to me.

[I love you. Because he's no sobbing nurse. Up they go, to the stairs.]

Just watch the nose.

[He warns as if he's sensitive about it (he is)...but it's all fine because the kid wants to give the old man a slow easy rubdown in the shower too. It's a nice way to top off the filth with some polish.]

I know... [Freddy looks at him thoughtfully. Did Larry think he was serious about being jealous? That Freddy's so possessive of him he can't handle it even in fiction?] ...It was a good excuse to fuck around.

[No harm no foul.]

Of course. Don't wanna wreck that one of a kid hood ornament.

[A nose by any other name... Let's just see how he feels with the water running warm if they'll turn in early or he can get through a slow easy rubdown.]

We don't need excuses.

[Jealousy sweeps on over Larry faster than he can think. He is very, very possessive of Freddy. It's only been a year and they are very committed. It's not always a lack of trust--he is only human to have those every once in a little while--there are plenty of dicks around, plenty that would make a pass at Freddy given the opportunity.]

[Freddy has to smile at that. His own wiry arm slips around that bigger broader waist.]

You're right.

[He admits to this pure simple fact that sort of makes his instigating the whole thing kind of silly. Except...] But I'm not sorry.

[Larry again presses a kiss to his hairline this time at the temple.]

I'm not sorry neither. You need to remind yourself of that when you try and have a seat tomorrow.

[Smirk. Who knows if it was that hard hitting but gotta carry the theme on through it.]

Wow. Okay. Excuse me.

[Hands up in defense but they don't get in the way of that kiss. It's a nice warm gesture. Freddy would ask for more if Larry wasn't being a wiseass.]

I'll call you up at work if I got a problem.

[And Lawrence Dimick knows what kind of phone call that's gonna be.]

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