whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.

[There's a mess on his chest and right now he doesn't care.]

That's because you got a big, hard...mind.

[Forgive him for that kid. Larry kisses his collarbone and neck. Paws massage his lower back and ass.]

Guess that kinda talent can't be contained. Of course you gotta share.

Only with my favorite co-star.

[Oh those kisses and kneading paws feel good.]

My only co-star.

We work well together.

[Is Freddy just sitting or straddling? The old man touches on him lazily everywhere. He mouths along his jaw. After all that the kid has earned a kiss no matter the conditions.]

Y'all done? Hungry? Or want me to suck you off for an encore?

[He's sitting side saddle for now. Lips purse to meet Larry halfway for the kiss.]

Mm...Do you got it in you?

[This dick was just in his ass after all, although there's a towel nearby, a sink in the kitchen.]

Uh huh. For you I do.

[Lip to lip. Yeah, that'd be a bit much to go down on him. Patting hims back he moves to sit up.]

Have a seat. I'll be back in a second.

[Taking that towel with him. First to mop up his own chest. Enjoy the view as he heads on to the kitchen. The first few steps are...interesting.]

Okay, Larry.

[A little lip sucking before he resigns to sitting in the chair as requested. He wonders what Larry's going to do to him considering what he just did to Larry. And goddamn is it beautiful seeing the way he walks to the kitchen. What a gimp.]

[The sink water is running. Rinse, rinse of his mouth and then washing his hands. He opens the fridge and shuts it. Larry brings a glass of water with ice. The towel comes back and it's wet with warm water.]

Lemme get this cleaned off some first.

[Warm cloth to Freddy's cock. Dabbing, gentle like even as he rolls back the foreskin.]

Thirsty? You can have some water.

.....

[What's that old man doing... Freddy's suspicious and he thinks he's suspicious with good reason. Ooh that warm towel feels nice. His foreskin pulls back easily.]

Okay...I'll have some.

[He nods, accepting the glass even though he's still skeptical.]

[Clean and warm. Better to stroke. He doesn't start out that way. Just touching on. Rolling the skin up over the head and then back.]

Leave some for me.

[Once Freddy has had his sip. The old man takes it and takes a drink, deep enough to take in an ice cube.

Now he gets that paw moving. Stroke. Stroke. The challenge is up to keep creative for a guy who likes his dirty pictures.]

[He sounds a softer moan for the way his skin rolls up and down, tight at the rim only to fall loose under the tip.] Mmm...

[The hot and cold on his dick...does Larry want him to grow or shrink? Actually Freddy's afraid the ice might hurt on the head but with it already in the old man's mouth maybe it'll feel differently. Needless to say he's not about to ask Larry to stop just because he's afraid of a little cold. Heck no. Freddy Newendyke is up to task.]

If you make me come again....that'll be...four loads in a little over twenty-four hours...

[He gets the cup again and lets the hunk of ice slip off. It'll be cold, not too cold though. Now his tongue darts to trace the rim of his cock head with the foreskin half rolled.]

If. [Have a smile like he's the luckiest man in the world because that's what he fucking feels like.]

That a record? Do you keep count? [That cool tongue curls under more of his cock as it's revealed with just the tip barely hooding. ]

[The slow teasing pace combined with the sudden changes in temperature has the kid fucking shivering in his seat and it's not from a chill. Well it kind of is, but not an illness inducing chill unless they want to call what Larry gives Freddy a fucking fever.]

No...not--all the time.

[Breath easy, Newendyke, he'll get to mouthing you soon. Freckled fingers reach out to comb through peppered brown hair.] Wanna put somethin' in me?

[So sue him for being a fiend of having things up his ass.]

[Shivering is just how he wants him. A little pay back.]

Hm. We could beat that I think. [Fist works a little harder before slowing. Heh. Because of the implications.]

I always do. [Let him hold that thought while he hoods the tip of his cock to suck a few beats.] Are my fingers enough for you baby? I don't got a spare dick in my pocket.

[Fingers let him feel first hand and have a shit ton of control.]

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