whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

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.]

[Payback. Fff. He hopes Larry gets it in his head to ice his nipples and yet he hopes Larry doesn't get that idea at all. Freddy's not sure if he can take it and he wants to shoot a load, not a dry blank. A dry blank doesn't count towards his goal of getting four orgasms in such a short period of time.]

Shit you think? How?

[Oh fuck his breath is hitching again. Look at how that cock of his is already hardening up, not quite at full mast but not at all soft.] Your--fingers are fine, Larry...just, you know...if you wanna see--fuck. Anything.

[Oh it's obvious. And he's got several bits of ice floating to make use of. It's all going to come into play one way or the other.

All that talk abut blowing more, it's bravado. It would be nice. The old man would really have to up his game. Some sort of Olympic training. Once at dawn and the real game at night.]

Train. Work our way up. I think we got potential. [His fist goes at it again a few times feeling him grow harder.]

Think I'd see more than feel.

[Another sip of water. Another ice cube between his lips, he fakes like he'll put it on his cockhead and instead leans to trace it down his chest. Nipple first, around the darker flesh then at the center.]

I might pass out. [Huffing while getting his cock fisted.] Is that what you want? You wanna fuck me til I black out?

[More big man talk because Freddy's trying not to succumb and become a squealing mess like some bimbo so soon. Fuck though he wants to cast his own bet off when Larry runs the ice not over his cock but over his nipple. Just like Freddy wanted and didn't want. But as soon as it's on him his nipples go hard followed by his dick. Rock fucking solid.]

Jesus Christ man...!

[It feels so goddamn intense. He's aching for it.] M-more...do more to me, Larry.

Mmmhmmm.

[Blacked out, completely limp limb stretched out and under the wave of the little death is always something of a dream. Cold, melting water runs down through hair and freckles as the old man moves to the other nipple. Circling there a few extra turns before touching against the hardened nub.

Wow. What a difference in his fist. The man is hard. He strokes him up and down, snug but shallow. Fuck now he's begging for it.]

Out of the chair.

[There's not much left of the ice cube so he sucks on it to keep his mouth cool.]

On your knees.

Oh fuck, man...

[It's not just his nipples anymore but his whole torso, ice cold up top, warmer running towards his cock because of the melting water. Wait what? Caramel green eyes give the old man a look like he's not sure if he can even move but eventually he does. Out of the chair and onto his knees just like Larry says. His knees already feel like they're going to grow weak fast.]

[Paws rub his sides from pit to knee.]

Shakin', cowboy? [Cool mouth is on his throat. Larry decides to adapt his idea. Another gulp of his drink. More ice.]

All fours then.

[Slurp in his mouth. He strokes Freddy harder to keep him in the right frame of mind. It's gonna be good.]

Uh--huh...real shakin'.

[That rubbing is more sudden warmth to counteract the cold. It just makes him more ready to go a second round with Lawrence Dimick. Fingers comb through once more before he Freddy leans over, doing as he's told. The kid's on all fours, hard cock hanging between his spreading thighs. He looks over at Larry, eager to know what's next.]

Good. [He shifts too now, sitting beside Freddy as though he means to work on him like a car. Warm hands of his keep wandering where they will until they return to his cock.]

I like you that way. Tells me I'm doing shit right. Tell me, kiddo. Did it ever feel this good before?

[Even if it was on his own with his own hand was it ever something he thought it couldn't be topped? Might not be. And no, it's not just fishing. He's in it for the conversation to distract. More ice cubes. He lets this one stay at the curve of his back. Just a taste of things to come.

He's already getting the lube ready.]

[Freddy's back bows instinctively, wanting to fuck that hand slow and firm.]

Like this...without you? No. [A shake of his head.] Not without you.

[That's not a cop out is it? Freddy doesn't want to have to recall any other times when Larry's fucked him where it felt better. The only time it didn't feel good wasn't the old man's fault. He was under the influence of who knows what. But everything else? Can't fucking compare each time. Getting photographed and fucked ranks high because Larry set it up and folded him all sorts of ways, Black Magic Woman ranks high because it was his first time. How can Freddy even begin to compare each time?]

Even when I...when I got my hand on me, I'm thinkin' about you. [Another back bow for the cold. He doesn't suspect at all. Good job, Dimick.]

[Letting go of his cock he guides the ice as it is progressively melting up his spine then down his ass crack.]

You think about times like this when you got your hand wrapped around this beautiful cock?

[He lets the ice sit right above the curve of his ass. Now he'll get the lube on his fingers. Prep in case one of those slivers of ice is too much. One first alone. Yeah, he likes Freddy unsuspecting.]

I know I do.

[Stroking with one hand and working the other in and out before adding a second. Fingers stay shallow but scissoring.]

Uh huh...

[Another shiver. Hope Larry don't mind the kid getting down to his elbows instead of his hands. That's how worked up he is. One prod to the ribs though would get his back straight again. Hey wait a second.]

You whack off? Since when?

[And you don't talk about it? Come on now, Dimmy. Yeah just look at this kid mouthing off those words while his expression twists in satisfaction from feeling his thick fingers inside him, around him. It's way better than any solo action.]

[Oh he likes to see him on his elbows. Just goes to show how worked over he is. Even after blowing it and topping no less look how he changes up. It's amazing.]

Not all the time. Sometimes. At work. A song comes on, you know. One of ours. Or the day is too fucking long and I know that when I get home it might be too late. I might be too tired.

[That's not the point of the conversation though. Two fingers work together and spread. Now comes the tricky part. Larry picks up the cup and gets another bit of ice. He sets it down like it's nothing. No, he won't surrender his hand--that's for his cock. A scoot or two and there we go. He slips the half circle of ice between his fingertips with his mouth. Slowly now.]

You ever...whack one off--without callin' me?

[Freddy has but only because he actually does have some courtesy in not (constantly) bothering Larry at work. Likewise back when the kid did have a regular job it was obviously a bad idea getting him worked up while he was trying to fit an engine into a hood or cutting steel. So much for conversation though, before he can say anymore he feels not just fingers but fucking ice going into his ass. It's so fucking cold Freddy practically locks up, pulling the ice in and choking those fingers.]

Holy fuck man... [Hear that panting? The kid's breaking a sweat.]

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