whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Cuffed the way he is--oof, pinned with his back to the railing the way he is, one would think Freddy might find it harder to get the upperhand now. No sweat. Talking sweet, talking filth, these are the very things that got him into the circle where he met Mr. White in the first place. Freddy Newendyke is a born natural.]

It's only one. [He nods.] And he ain't no captain...but he's some kinda man.

[Freddy licks his lips. Here comes what he thinks is going to be the clincher. He reaches out to walk his fingertips over the front of Larry's pants.] Can I see what he's made of?

[This man is unbelievable. Talking like he does, writing what he does and then turning it over like that.]

That what you want? [Swallow. Be strong, Dimick. Don't go letting him off the hook because he's gonna blink those gem-stone eyes at him. He lets go to grip the railing on either side of Freddy. Hands free but he doesn't say yes.]

Why? Gonna write about it? Sounds like a comic a guy who can fuck like three men all at once.

[Larry pushes off the railing.]

I thought you said you'd call.

Sorry, I got too into it. Let me make it up to you, baby. [Kneading the front of his pants now.] Please...let me do it for you.

[Blinking those gemstone eyes, working that particular mouth, fingertips rolling Larry through his pants just right.] Take your clothes off and go downstairs for me.

[It's almost the equivalent of saying he needs to freshen up first. Maybe the old man will think that means he really wants Larry to break his current record for how fucking far he can get up his ass.]

[Way to crumble a resolve, man. Larry had full intention of pushing off and at least holding off for a little while to let Freddy stew except he wasn't planning on so fucking sweet a words as please with baby and an apology. Hips, along with the rest of him, play right into that hand.]

Fine. [Won't mean he'll turn over so damn easy and just as sweet. Little does he know. Pushing off completely.]

Don't make me wait.

[As he pulls off his tie and drapes it from the railing. Coat now. He's progressing and then heading on down now in the buff.]

[Heh heh heh.

Fortunately Larry doesn't have to wait long. After he's down there for only half a minute the kid comes ambling down the steps too with tape in one hand, lube in the other, and a towel draped over his shoulders. Looks like he wants to get messy, doesn't it? Also he's naked and his foreskin's already tightened back with a bouncing erection. It's a picture worth a fucking book. He gives Larry a smile.]

Stay here.

[He puts all his stuff down at the computer table then pushes the rolling chair aside to replace it with one of the kitchen table chairs. It's got four legs and a higher back. The better to bend over it. But Freddy's not going to do that yet. Look at him get on his knees to take the old man into his mouth without even talking smack.]

[Oh good. Because Larry had a hand curled around himself ready to start jacking off. Eyebrows lift at all of the materials. They certainly worked with less the other day. He sees or rather zeros in on his cock moving as he walks. It's distracting. Must be what he wants because there's that smile. Something is up. He must have had time to think this over.

Maybe that's why he posted the story to revv up the old man.]

This better be good.

[Very, very curious. Oh. Fuck then. Hand surrenders his cock to that mouth.]

[Right away he's taking Larry to the back of his throat, lips tight on every stroke, sucking on the head then pulling off to jerk his shaft only to put his mouth back on the head. He's getting the old man's cock coated in so much saliva it almost seems like he doesn't plan to use the lube at all. Back down, back up.]

I want you to feel good, Larry, cause I like you best.

[Mouth back on him, really going to town. Mouth off to jerk while he reaches for the tape. Mouth back on and hands off so Larry can fuck his face if he wishes. Anything to keep him from piecing together what's up.]

[Now he's just a dumb, lumbering bear too wound up to look around. Freddy is a clever, horny bastard. Larry grips on his air and accepts that open invite.]

Fucking shit. [See, this is what he was thinking of at work. He was hoping for a phone call so he could try and take a longer lunch or a later lunch or... if it was really slow slip away. No phone call. And that's okay given how his cock is being treated.]

Feels damn good with you on my cock.

[He really did forget to call when all those people started talking to him about his work. Sorry old man, your kid likes the attention even though he'd be hard pressed to admit it. However Freddy genuinely does want to make up for it and trickery is all part of the prize. What's more arousing than being outsmarted and maybe outfucked by your own man? Mouth off.]

I'm gonna make it better.

[Freddy shuffles a little to get the chair in place, back of it facing Lawrence Dimick whose ankle he starts taping to one leg. He works fast like he thinks the bear might protest and rip it off. Freddy knows Larry wouldn't be so callous but the faster he works the less likely Larry has to acknowledge how sometimes he really is the one who just wants to get something hard shoved up his ass like a rookie quarterback who just accidentally walked into the other team's locker room. Isn't Freddy sweet that way?]

[He didn't know about the story until a slow point after lunch which explained it. Can't be focusing too hard on how much you want en encore when you're answering questions and carrying on conversations.]

How much better huh?

[Paws are ready to haul him back to the end of his dick when he feels the tape and looks down. Freddy is working fast, faster than how the bears mind moves right now.]

What the fuck?

[Now who is stuck and can't be getting away? Clever slut.]

This much better.

[Freddy answers, gesturing to the width apart between Larry's legs before he starts taping up the other ankle to the other side of the chair.]

[Huff. Larry won't tear his way out like an untamed bear. He looks from one ankle to the other.]

Now you got me fixed in place.

[He reaches down like he can get a grip on the kid and pull him up for a better explanation.]

How is this better?

[Aw now you've gone and done it. Up he goes only to straddle the seat side of the chair. This lets them look at each other face to face, one standing (hardly by choice) and the other sitting. Freddy's got this puppy dog look to him even as he gets the towel to fold it twice then drape it over the back of the chair as padding for Larry's stomach.]

Don't you trust me, man?

[It'll catch his cum too, multipurpose shit. And he will come, Freddy's determined to make it so.]

[Taped, hard and waiting all in Freddy's design. More carefully phrased words. Or at least it seems that way.]

I didn't say that I didn't trust you.

[His hands are free. One grips the back of the chair the other holds up a freckled chin.]

Fondue next?

[If his heart had wings it'd burst out of his chest like a fucking baby xenomorph then fly off back into space. He loves being held this way, by the chin despite the old man being taped down and ready to get fucked. He reaches up too to hold the side of Larry's face.]

Just call it like it is, baby.

[Up to his own feet now so they're almost eye level. Freddy pecks his lips in a soft sweet kiss.] I'm goin' dippin'.

[Grip at each corner of his chin and squeeze a little before pulling off as he stands. Now held he kinda feels like a mount prepped for the run. Not far from the truth.

...he loves to be touched on by this hands. No amount of frustration can cloud that.]

It's fucking. That's what it is.

[Sweet? Oh no. Tongue tries to slip on in it and make it hard for him to decide how he wants his dip.]

Dipping. I thought you said to call it like it is a few seconds ago.

[It's all he can say that's not hurry the fuck up.]

[He throws the old man a treat by letting him have the tip of his tongue.] Dippin' right into what you got for me.

[Another smile. Now he's moving around to assume his own position, right behind Larry. A little scoot and they're closer to the computer table where Larry can rest his arms if he wants.]

Go on and look, find your favorite.

[Story of the day, Freddy means. Yeah he's suggesting the old man read one or two while getting fucked. Two lubed up fingers are already scissoring into him.]

Make sure it's for you.

[Not three other guys. Pft. Of course it's for Freddy. Now the computer comes on into play. Freddy could have got him right on upstairs or in the bedroom but the computer is right here.]

Your library?

[Two fingers already. Oh shit. Larry tilts his hips. Stifling a moan isn't easy. He scrolls like he's told.]

Uh huh. You can watch a movie too, if you want cause it's Sunday.

[Another bone. Those fingers curl to press up against his prostate.] Whatever's gonna make you happy, Larry.

[Click. Click. Three fingers and he's pushing back against him to get the full assault.]

Francis licked his lips as he watched that heavy cock spring free. The guy knew what they said but now he knew it was true. Big hands, big dick.

[Holy fuck people write this stuff. That's about as much as he can read. Before breaking out into a moan all because of those fingers.]

T-that' makes me so fucking happy.

[Freddy playing him hard and rough. Not some story. He can't fix what he means yet. Just that good.]

[Freddy has to hold back a laugh because who the fuck writes this shit. Oh wait, Freddy Newendyke writes this shit. Well his wasn't as blatant as that, damn. He gathers his fingers just right to put more pressure on his prostate before making it moderate again. The kid's gonna have to help him find the porn but that's okay, he can multitask.]

Right here.

[Let him handle the mouse. Click click. There's a folder called movies on the desktop and within that a folder called wank. Not very subtle but who else lives here?? Anyway within that folder are two folders, boys and other. Did Larry think the kid didn't come prepared? He opens up other and within it are movies featuring well hung men who happen to be plugging something with tits instead of balls.]

Oh fuck, baby. [It lasts as long as he's applying direct pressure.]

Fuck. Keep it all there, don't you? [Pant. Pant. Larry blinks a few times before he can process what he's looking at. Pussy and tits in Freddy's dirty stash.]

Full-a surprises.

[Click click. It starts out and already some bimbo is moaning. The guy on her is a real Hercules. That's why it's part of the collection he imagines.]

Uh huh. When it's not on a disc.

[If old brown eyes were sharp enough maybe they caught the whole classic Star Trek series in the non-pornographic folder. As for the moaning bimbo though, since this is Freddy's stash not only is there a male involved in every scene it's a surefire bet she's going to take it in her ass at some point. But look, what's this? A second big titted chick's joining in and she's already putting her mouth on the other one. Again if old brown eyes were sharp enough, maybe he caught the name of the file way at the very end, "for W".]

You like it?

[Listen to all that girly moaning. Fff. But then Hercules starts talking about how he's going to prime their asses and suddenly Freddy's starting to finger his old man a little harder while he works his fist on his own dick.]

[Discs, computers, the Network. What a world they live in!

He did catch at least one Star Wars movie. Good to know that the computer is good for more than network use, creepy games and porn. For...? Wait. Freddy's been working on weeding out a few for the old bear?

Brown eyes did see that much. Now those eyes are darting around the scene in some hotel room. Four beautiful breasts and one muscled hunk of man that gets to enjoy them.]

Yesss. [He hisses. Thank God for that hand. He was going to need something else. Those fingers are wonderful but his cock is hanging harder than ever. Now he rocks between them.]

How'd y'know I would? [Beautiful, buxom ladies. That one with the larger tits looks like she could have a black grandfather or her father is Hispanic.

In the meantime it doesn't escape him that this is where Freddy was left last night.]

[How'd he know, he asks...]

I'm not blind, damn man.

[He says like Larry should know better. Fff. Okay hands off now, slow and steady so it's not such a sudden loss.] Anyway where do you get off tellin' me when I can and can't fuckin' write? [Hard smack to his ass, as hard as Hercules is watching those two chicks sixty-nine it.] When I should and shouldn't call you?

[Freddy's not serious about these questions, just working this big broad body to compliant perfection. Another smack followed by a hard pinch.]

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