whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

[Another kiss to the other side.]

You're excused.

[Nudge, nudge to the bathroom. More fucking around. He's spent too you know, Orangie.]

Fair enough. I accept that. I don't wanna be part of the problem.

[Call him up to tell him the exact state of his ass.]

If it's around lunch, I'm sure I could help out in a bigger way.

[All he needs to do is turn on the water since they're both in the buff in the bathroom.]

No cowboys on the clock.

I ain't cattle.

[He quips for the way Larry seems to prod the kid like he's some sort of herd animal. Just makes Freddy want to call him up on the clock even more.]

I can't promise you, man, it ain't somethin' you can time you know? It'll either come or it won't.

[Shrug. Water on to slightly steaming. Ain't no thing at all.]

Nope. Not a bit. If you were, you know you'd be a prize winner.

[Ah. All that smugness and fucking sass is back. Larry loves it. Hopefully tomorrow's not too busy. He wants to answer while on the clock.]

What will? The pain?

[Or the want for something to plug him back on up. Either way. Since he doesn't want to get nudged or pushed or pulled anymore Larry steps into the shower first.]

Like what, a breeding bull?

[That ought to be Lawrence Dimick's title but he won't try to swell his old head up. Only Freddy Newendyke seems capable of going two rounds like that, hah. With regards to the pain, again the kid just kind of shrugs while following him into the shower.]

Guess you gotta wait til tomorrow to find out.

[See toucan play at that game.]

I was thinking more like the type for the rodeo. They put up a hell of a fight.

[Physical fight not verbal. The verbal right now is tame by their standards.]

Tomorrow then.

[Soap in one paw lathering up and over freckled turf.]

Now though, I'm gonna get you clean then say good night.

[Because even if he hasn't fucked Freddy to soreness he's done it to exhaustion. Two rounds one after the other.]

[Those paws are free to roam wherever they please while these freckled palms knead over Larry's upper arms and shoulders.]

You comin' to bed or writin' the sequel?

[Tit for tat. And who said he wasn't sore. An undercover cowboy has got to be Clint Eastwood in this job.]

But I ain't no madman.

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