whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

[No. No he's not. All of those beautiful, busty women around them as it is.

Tan skin tenses and flinches because he's expecting to be fucked. More strikes like that may undo all the good those fingers did to loosen him on up for bigger, better things.]

Someone's gotta try and keep you in line. Put yourself out there and people will think you're easy, up for grabs.

[Both women moan and sigh. It fills up his ears and keeps his cock hard. But it won't fill him up. He's empty, waiting. Hercules sees his chance and decides to go at one gal's ass.]

Oh man.

[That's why this is Freddy's.]

Ain't that what you're good for? Chasin' them off your property?

[Click. That's the sound of Freddy getting his cock ready with the lube. Without the sand under them and a restaurant nearby the kid doesn't have to be careful in the least when it comes to how he plans to handle the old man. Oh shit there's the part where he gets interested. As soon as Hercules is buried deep in her he starts thrusting like his life depends on it. It makes the girl fucking squeal. He presses himself up against Larry, lips wet from licking.]

I think you can do better than her, baby.

[And he's sinking in one full moderate stroke. Both hands knead and spread Larry's ass like doing so is going to make it any easier.]

How do I-[manage to even talk? Good question. No. Wait. That's not what he meant.] How do I know you're gonna tell em no every time?

[Lube finally. Except he doesn't have time to relax now. Just as Hercules is giving it to the beautiful girl with cocoa skin he still is on Freddy's time. Quietly begging as he breathes he hopes the time is short. There it is.]

Oh yeah. All the way in. [Legs can't spread wider. Hopefully those hands got it covered alone.]

You don't. [Freddy manages to say under a low long stretched out groan. It wasn't that long ago he fucked Lawrence Dimick but the old man feels like he's already gone and locked up on him. Fucking perfect. Sometimes Freddy wonders if Larry feels like he's gone and loosened up a little too much because he's such a slut for his cock. Passing thoughts.] You just have to trust me, baby.

[Leaning over now because he's balls deep and he wants to kiss Larry over his broad back.] Cause I love you....now I'm gonna fuck you.

[The first thrust is hard and solid, not quite Hercules' rapid fire fucking but that guy got a head start.] Do you want me to fuck you like that brown girl?

[He loves Larry so much he's going there.]

[Just as it started. The only thing that's changed is that they're no longer perfect strangers. He'll just have to trust him not to spread his legs or bend over for some other big, burly motherfucker. Or hope that he can one up that bastard. But when the kid goes through this much trouble to top Dimick, there is something more in the mix.]

Nobody fucks me like you do.

[There's the first thrust. Good to begin with. Brown eyes watch the screen but turn back to look at this man with a bit of daring.]

No. Harder.

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