whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

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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.]

Oh fuck. Jesus.

[The old man gets a fistful of his hair and that's enough to milk out every last drop from the kid who groans against his back like he's the one getting fucked instead. Huff. Puff. He's hot and heavy on Lawrence Dimick, except being the size he is it's not really all that comparable to being under a sweaty bear. Hope the old man don't mind. The scene's over by now, leaving just a black window on the screen.]

Damn, Larry....

[Show's over? Oh. He was distracted anyway. A hot load up his ass and the weight of the man on his back.]

That it now, baby? [Still trying to breath steadily himself there are a few straggling moans as they just lay together like this. Heavy or light, he loves the feel of Freddy's body on him. Soft, sweat-slick hair feels so good to grip.]

Spent it all? [Because it feels like it on the inside. Filled right on up to the brim.]

Uh huh....all spent. All in here...

[Freddy breathes as he pats Larry's ass.] Don't get rid of it.

[As if he would. The kid can't help but keep grinding too.]

Shit.

[Fingers slack from his hair. It's still tender and pretty fucking good feeling.]

Jesus Christ.

[Breathe, old man.]

Don't think I can, it's up there so far. [Huff.] You got a dirty mind, man. [This is a compliment.]

Thanks.

[He'll gladly take it as a compliment too. Another kiss to Larry's shoulder then he's running his hands down his sides once more before holding onto his hips to carefully pull out.]

Shit you're still tight.

[Low hiss. He thinks he could almost get hard again with this friction.]

[Larry chuckles. Now that the screen is dark he can see a flicker of Freddy's reflection, how he looks as he touches on his body. Brown eyes shut as he feels each inch slip away.]

Yeah. [Huff. Puff.] Guess that means you might have to keep on trying.

[Point of pride, Newendyke.]

I think so.

[He huffs in agreement. Seeing as how Larry's still taped to the chair he may as well milk the moment for all its worth. The kid gets down to his knees and starts licking at him between the thighs. Underside of his balls first, then up and up until he's staying a trace of himself on Larry's skin.]

I need to keep on trying with you.

[From one tight ass to another.]

Mmm. Are you gonna try and eat me alive now? [He twitches under his tongue.]

Oh, fuck. Baby. [Sigh.] Now that's not fair. I'm all done. I don't got anymore. [Which can mean absolutely nothing. Who knew that this man was new to the man man action a year ago? Not Lawrence Dimick from where he is right now.]

Who says you need it? Just sit tight and enjoy it.

[Tongue dipping again like he's a bowl of warm fondue.]

[Sit tight. Heh.]

You come up with this on your own?

[His head falls back and he wishes he could move his legs to either kneel on the chair or spread a little wider. The low noises that come out of his throat are most definitely masculine.]

All in that gutter mind of yours.

Uh huh. All my own.

[He'll carefully undo the tape on each ankle while he's tonguing Larry too. There we go, free as a fucking bird. He licks down to his balls then back up to his tail bone.]

There.

[Now he reaches on back to rub on this kid. Larry turns and grips on him. He's gonna have a seat in the chair and pull this man on closer.]

What you call creative.

[All those movies and all the time they got, sure it has to have some effect on the kid.]

[Freddy gladly gives in to the pull and settles in Larry's lap, arms draping over his shoulders.]

I like to think big.

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