whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Paws rubbing up and down, practically mimicking one of his favorite positions, it's threatening to make his cock go hard already. When Larry smacks his rear Freddy lets out of a huff and groan. Fuck what a tease. He takes a moment to regain his composure before stepping in under that warm water.]

I thought you were gonna help me clean up my act.

I am. In the shower.

[Hard to have just one favorite. All of them are fucking good. Rump to lap isn't easy on the old man either. Makes for a warm snug resting place. There are the stirrings of something.

Once Freddy is in, he's getting pawed with both hands and a bar of soap. One part scrubbing and another part an excuse to touch up on him.]

Dirty son of a bitch. [Growled right on in his ear.]

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[The kid welcomes the touching without protest, hell he'll even guide the paw holding the soap over places. The paw not holding the soap too. And when he can turn to be face to face he's using the lather from his own skin to work up Lawrence Dimick's arms.]

You don't mind goin' twice in a day?

[Freddy's talking about showers of course, assuming Larry's already bathed, just didn't have the time to shave.]

[Going everywhere. Neck, back, arms, pits, chest.]

No. I don't mind. Didn't i say i want you to be clean?

[Paws on his ass, massaging and soaping up. If he happens to be talking about something else, he doesn't mind. There are few things that Freddy asks of him that he minds.

A bathed but lazy bear is scrubbing him up. A steady, rather focused hand is making sure that he's clean between the legs too.]

Rinse and then turn around now, cowboy.

You did, you did...

[Soft groan here. Freddy's becoming even more pliable in those paws. Sometimes Larry rubs him the right way so much the kid's willing to do just about anything, including letting him scrub up and down, between his legs. He's not anticipating what it's for just yet, well, not a specific act beyond fucking around that is. He rinses as told then turns around, already bending at the waist, feet shoulder width apart.]

Do I make it too easy for ya?

[It's still too good to be true that he gets to touch this man, be with him every day. And if they're lucky and not busy fuck him like he plans on it, like the way Pink thinks of it being so profane and unheard of.]

You do.

[Paws up his back again standing like they had before stepping into the shower, clutching on his shoulders and then...he pulls away. That's because he's kneeling and holding a paw to each cheek to keep him spread wide as he runs his tongue from Freddy's tailbone down.]

Though I don't have a problem if you're easy for me.

[Licking now, extending his tongue.]

[Rumor has it the gay gets caught in prison but Freddy's never been in prison so he must have a different strain because for as much as Larry's was the first--and so far only--cock to push up his ass the kid's been toying with the idea for much longer.]

Mm... [And another soft huff because he thinks he's going to get that cock up his ass, except then that broad bodyweight isn't on him anymore. What's Larry up to?] Oh shit.

[Freddy hisses when he finds out, warm wet tongue prying through.] I'm real easy for you...baby.

[The gay gets passed around like athletes foot. Lurking in the showers or on the floors, you get it and it is about impossible to get rid of. Somehow the smell is on you. Larry always thought that he caught it early because he was a deviant and a punk kid. It was only natural that would be the next step.]

Bent over, spread out. [More saliva. he pulls back to spit before diving on in again. Licking first before slipping the appendage in.] Mmm.

[Is Freddy getting hard yet? He checks for himself.]

[Freddy always thought he was just born wrong, not that he caught it from anyone or anywhere or had it forced on him until he learned to like it. He was born wrong and that's why he couldn't get rid of the feeling, not even after fucking pussy after pussy, sucking on tit after tit. Only after meeting an old dick with athletes foot did he start accepting it and even then his emotional acceptance came a little harder than the ease with which he started taking this man's cock up his ass.]

Wantin' you to get in me.

[There we go, tongue inside him. Shit it's no firm shaft but the softness and seeming dexterity of his tongue is something else, something fucking enjoyable. He's getting hard and it shows, stiff in paw.]

[Maybe they are born wrong. If that's the case then there is a startling pattern to it all that begs to have some kind of attention paid. There is no stopping this feeling, not when Larry knows what it's like to live and lay next to this man. It feels right. As right as a date with a pretty girl that wants you to meet her mama.]

More than this?

[He says after pulling back some to spit again. Of course it's more. The feeling is fucking mutual. Stroke, stroking at Freddy's cock all lazy like as he's bent over.

This is just not how either of them ever want Mr. Pink ever. He's safe from becoming infected.]

[He shudders whenever Larry spits on him, not just because it's a different kind of warm feeling compared to the shower but also because, well, he's being spat upon in the most loving way possible. It's a prelude to having more put in him, nature's lubricant.]

Uh huh...eventually...

[So Larry can take his time eating him out. The kid grinds back a little into his face before hitching his breath and grinding forward, in small circles, back and forth, to get the most out of the old man's tongue and paw. Don't even think about Mr. Pink right now, what a fucking turn off. Brr.]

[Lot more where that came from. Even if it ends up to be on the sloppy side, it'll only help. A bobbing head motion helps as he tongue fucks this man. His paw slips back to squeeze and cup his balls against the base of his shaft.

Making Freddy gasp and grind is his favorite hobby. And it's something he's thankful for. That goes without saying though, don't it? No hurry to be anywhere, he takes his time switching it up from a steady thrusting to a near suction.]

Oh fuck, Larry.

[Freddy rests one hand flat against the tiles while the other reaches back to press his fingers into the old man's hair, holding him to his ass because he's fucking addicted. Larry's made an addict of Freddy Newendyke, enabled his 'gay' to open up full force. He bows his back a little more, as if the old man needs to be guided deeper. He knows exactly what he's doing.]

[Another wad of spit. The old man is now stroking himself. Same rhythm as Freddy.]

Had enough? [Long, slow lick before pulling back.] Or do ya need more?

[The kid should already know for what. They keep on enabling one another's addiction. Grip on his hair makes him go right on back in for more until he gets an answer.

It's funny because even though Larry is the one that enabled first, Freddy brings out other aspects in him he wasn't so confident about. Aging. His love for flowers. Dark quiet things about himself that he would rather go unsaid.

He'd rather stay infected, he can be sure.]

[Freddy would say it's his job if Larry spoke those thoughts aloud. He'd be thankful for it, happy to know he makes the old man unfold other things about himself because Larry does the very same thing for the kid. Cocksucking is just one of many, exquisite prime rib another, and the different materials that make the perfect set of cufflinks. Right now though Freddy's focused on the cocksucking, well, more like stroking while being tonguefucked. Same sort of ordeal.]

Shit...more. I want more.

[The kid's conceding defeat. Kind of. Can a man writhe on another man's tongue and in his fist in defeat? Hm. The hand in Mr. White's hair tugs, urging him to either probe deeper or use something else that will really punish his prostate.]

I gotta have it...

[How could this honestly have happened in LA? They can only guess. Here in the City it's thrived. They are every straight-laced narrow minded fuck's nightmare.]

Good cuz my cock can't take any more waiting. [Lips move up his spine now leaving a plentiful saliva trail. At about half way he's up straight to guide his uncut piece on in to breach entrance.]

Stay bent over. Really feel it, man.

[Because they're faggots that don't give a flying fuck about what anyone else thinks. This out business ain't bad.]

[Another shudder as Larry trails upward along his back. Wait what? No lube? Freddy almost considers stopping him but then he's feeling the smooth head of his cock pushing in and it sinks into his body with a helping of all that saliva. It doesn't go in easy but it goes in and Freddy's groaning from the intense feeling of being stretched.]

Oh fuck.

[Needless to say he stays bent over. If the old man's paying close attention maybe he'll notice how he's pushing the kid up onto the balls of his feet--] Wait.

[Freddy huffs, begs. Hands leave the wet tiles to reach back then grip his own ass. Watch, Lawrence Dimick. He spreads his own cheeks apart in an effort to better swallow his thick cock.]

[Huff. Puff. Huff. His own breathing is loud, echoing in the shower. Oh fuck. They feel closer than ever. Maybe this wasn't too good of an idea.]

Talk to me, baby.

[Rough paws up his back, gripping his shoulders.]

Fuuuck.

[Don't move. Don't fucking move any more than this glacial speed.]

Too much, toughguy?

[It was a whim. Now he's feeling the cold clawing of anxiety. He doesn't want to hurt this man.]

Almost.

[Almost too much. Huff and puff. His shoulders loosen up a little under that firm kneading grip. Now it's his chest pressing against the wall as he puts all his focus on getting Larry all the way in. Freddy has to let go of himself to spit in the palm of his own hand then reach back again and rub it along the rest of Larry's cock, the rest that hasn't been embedded yet.]

Real slow, baby.

[The kid wants to be able to take it, he'll try as much as he can until he feels real pain. This? This is just a backwheel stuck in a dip. He's easing back down on the pedal until he feels a slip.] Jesus fuck...

Real, real slow. I promise.

[More rubbing on him feeling like it's helping in some way. Down his chest.]

Don't you dare force it.

[The slip surprises Larry and he gasps. Stay still, man. Larry clutches on Freddy digging into his ribs on either side.]

Oh my God.

[Sure made him take the old way for granted that's for sure. Rubbing now again. He leans and does his very best to keep the extra weight off even as he's panting, burning to press on. Thin lips of his kiss at his back and shoulders.]

I'm not. I'm not.

[Forcing it. Except he kind of sort of is, he's forcing himself to not err on the side of caution. Fortunately the gamble pays off with Larry deeper inside of him, enough to start moving. Something about being held this way gets to Freddy too, held so tight on his sides like he's being taken and placed on Larry's dick whether he wants it or not. Except he wants it all. No problems here.]

Okay...

[Do it, he wants to say, encouraged by the kisses across his freckled skin. Legs spread a little wider and he places his arms back on the tiles, crossed so he can rest his forehead on them.]

[He replies nodding but then remembers that he can't hear that. And with the hot water running down on both of them he'll need more than that.]

Okay, baby. Say the word if it's not workin'.

[Despite worry, despite anxiety he's still fucking hard. Blame it on how deep and snug he fits into this man's body. Larry remembers just how wide his own cock is. He starts shallow and small.]

Jesus. [Throaty groan.]

Goddamn...

[Without the gun oil the friction is far more intense and Freddy's caught wondering how the fuck did they do this before? This isn't the first time Larry's lubed him up with what God gave him, the last time though does feel so long ago, so long ago since they started investing in foil squares filled with the silicone stuff instead of a rubber ring. However intense it feels now, it's not something the kid wants to do all the time, maybe only when a shower's available for Larry to lick him ready.]

Keep goin', Larry.

[He insists with less strain. The more he moves the easier it feels. No John Connors here for now.]

[No, not the first time. But shit not frequent enough to remember how it is not something easily done. Sure does make him appreciate lube more. At least in prep. He comes more secure with the prompting. Less shrill, pained of a voice. Larry reaches down to stroke him as he goes.]

Nothin' but me inside you.

[Pulling back farther and hitting harder as he continues. Grip at his shoulder turns into a grip into his hair.]

Just you, baby. [Panting already. Shit his breath hitches and then he's got to swallow a groan.] Just you...your spit. [Huff.] Your dick.

[Nothing else. That's part of what arouses the kid. The stroking and then a grip in his hair are like fucking icing on top. It's the warm water that helps keep his body comfortable enough, relaxed and not locking up.]

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