whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

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.

[Harder he says... Freckled hands rub up and down the old man's sides, wanting to feel his body, his skin, the way it forms when he's got his dick inside him. So fucking warm.]

Okay, baby.

[A second thrust now, a third, harder and faster. Freddy gets right into it with his fingers clutching Larry's hips as if being bent over the back of a chair with his ankles taped to it doesn't already keep the guy in place. It just makes it extra solid for Mr. White doesn't it?]

[Rubbed, stuffed, perfectly manhandled in every way. This is what isn't shared in print. Larry lacks the words but knows the sensation well. Hard, uncut cock is pushing him wide each time and vaulting right for the prostate.]

Uh huh. You got it. [He tries to angle his hips even more. It ends up that each hid has him gasp or grunt echoing the airy squeals of the big titted honey. The other girl sucks her tits and has to rub herself. So much skin on the screen and so much cock in his ass. Who is the big slut again?]

You like it? [Huff puff.] Tell me which part you like--best.

[More fucking, less time between thrusts, lots of skin smacking skin, groaning and squealing from the screen. Freddy glances to Hercules for a second, watching that big thick cock going in and out of her ass. Damn. It's a shame that guy's talent is being wasted on girls. That's what this kid thinks. Now he'll strike Larry because Hercules is pulling out of that brown sugar to put it into her co-star's ass. No co-stars here, Larry will just have to deal with taking it the whole time.]

[Shit, you mean he has to talk? Up until now he's been about glazed over trying to breathe steadily.]

Fuck when you're in so deep. [The words are sloppy and he might have a flick of sweat or spit on the screen. That's not intentional. Change up? Oh damn. Hercules lets his club swing before settling into the blonde. She's noisy too. Their brown darling gets to have the bimbo eat her out.]

I fucking love it all.

[Because he feels like those women on the inside, on the business end of Freddy's cock except Freddy's got no interest in them at all.]

Edited 2011-11-23 21:03 (UTC)

Good.

[Palms rub firmly along his sides again, up then down, before ending that kneading of his muscles with another hard slap to his ass. Now the kid's timing it because being taped to the chair means he doesn't have to hold onto the old man as much. That leaves two hands to smack him repeatedly, alternating in time with his thrusts. Shit how long can Freddy keep this up? The way Larry's taking it like a good gentleman is making his balls want to overflow and he hasn't even started stroking Larry's cock yet.]

Is that what'd you do? Eat her out while he fucks you up?

[Good he says. Pfft. So fucking cool. He's got it all fucking together right now. What werewolf cock? Damn.

Each strike makes him tense, makes him tighter than he already is. The old man may not let on but he's proud that his ass is so tight and desirable to Freddy. Each time he's topped it's memorable. And each time it gets fucking better than it already was.

But how long can he keep it up? Larry's pretty sure that precum is dribbling to the seat and that nicely supplied towel when he leans just so. Maybe he can hold it off though. Yeah, it's that good.]

Or fucker with-with my fingers. I'm told that's good.

[Like he doesn't know.]

[SMACK.] Don't bullshit me like you don't know.

[Freddy would be the biggest liar of them all if he said he wasn't enjoying himself fucking Larry while the old man drools over himself, down his lip and off the tip of his cock. Now he'll put a hand on him to jerk the old man at the same time but his fist works at a slower pace than his cock despite following the same rhythm. What's that called in music, a 2/4 time signature? Or is it just like rubbing his stomach while patting his head? Either way he's got Larry sandwiched between stimulating his shaft and pounding his prostate.]

Come for me, Larry. Blow it all over.

Fuck. [Huff. Puff. Rocking back hard to meet Freddy then rocking forward to that pace that just isn't fast enough. It's maddening.] Fuck my ass, man. [Now he sounds more like Hercules who is coming up fast.]

Freddy! [Like mercy, or uncle or whatever you shout when you give in. He blows it. Both paws grip the chair and it feels like his balls spring load the cum. The towel was a wise idea.]

I'm on it, baby.

[On it. In it. As deep as Hercules in the blonde though it looks like he's taking it out of her and ready to jack off on their tits. Typical. The kid wishes it was a pair of firm asses with balls hanging between the thighs. But anyway why bother with that when he's got a set of balls right here? Smack smack smack, this time that's the sound of his lap meeting Larry's rear. Hard and over and over until he feels that tightening clench and the fluid on his fingertips. He slams deep into the old man and stays there this time, happy to grind this ride out to Larry's stop.]

That's it, keep unloadin'...

[Moaning, grunting as those hits keep coming until that solid grind. He can feel Freddy's balls glide up not far from his rear. When he clenches it feels like that cock is harder able to withstand the pressure.

Even though he's not unloading on blown up tits he's more than happy that it's a flappy freckled hand.]

Baby, I love it.

[Sloppy words he grinds too, into that hand and then back when he has more control over himself.]

You should.

[He quips with an easy smile as they grind together. The mess on his hand is getting wiped all over the old man's padded stomach because he can. God Larry's so tight around him, he can't wait another second to start fucking him again. Flappy hands go back to gripping those hips as he starts thrusting again, rapid fire this time because he doesn't have to concern himself with Larry's orgasm. And unlike last night, Freddy fully intends to make sure his cum finds its place only in Larry's ass. Fuck speaking of, he's writhing now and his hits become more erratic as he unloads.]

Goddamn, Larry....

Come on. Come on, man. [Hopefully he can understand what he is saying through clenched teeth. Freddy sets his own pace really. Each hit is like a punch to is prostate. And it feels so damn good and brutal.]

Gimme all of it. [He tilts back and risks slipping to reach back and grip on Freddy's hair, shoulder...whatever.]

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