whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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.]

[The waiting is getting to the old man. And hey, precum sure would help.]

Uh huh.

[Rough, primal and risky. That's them anyway, isn't it?]

Just what a guy like you wants. [Growl as he shortens the time between thrusts, his balls swinging at each pass.]

[This is the kind of fucking a guy worried about catching the gay thinks of. Fucking without barriers, fucking with only spit for lube, so if a guy tears or gets filled up with cum--or hell both--he's practically guaranteed to catch something. Rough, primal, and risky with Mr. White. Just the way he likes it.]

Uh huh.

[Freddy makes the sound through grit teeth for taking harder faster thrusts. He can feel a dull throbbing burn at the edges of his asshole already. Although the size and shape are different, the way it's being done makes him think maybe this is how Larry felt when Freddy fucked him using his full moon cock. Feels so fucking on the edge and so good for it.]

Pull on me. [His hair, his shoulders, whichever Larry feels like using to really make his ass slam back on him. Freddy's already thinking in brief flashes about taking Larry out to suck on him, coat him with his own saliva to ensue the old man can keep plowing him.]

[Well, there is a problem there. If you're not up for it, you don't want it, how could you possibly want it after? People are so fucked up. Without barriers, rough and completely on trust is how you do it when you like it.]

What'd you say?

[Larry pulls on his hair hauling his head up a moment. Teeth are now in the mix on Freddy's skin dragging a little. He drops his grip form the man's hair to leave short smacks at his shoulder, his chest. Sharp squeezing for muscle here and there manhandling him like he's got more than two arms.]

--Fuck.

[Whatever answer Freddy had it gets caught in his throat when Larry pulls his hair just like he asked. Goddamn could it get any better than this? His skin shivers even under the warmest water because teeth are dragging on him, stinging without cutting just like the feeling in his ass. Oh right, the old man asked a question. The kid gasps again, groans, huffs, then finally answers in something of a rasped but not yet quite reedy tone.]

Take it out. Take it out man.

[He might sound like he's begging Larry to do it because it hurts but what Freddy has in mind next is hardly the case.]

[One more pull as he takes a chomp at his neck since he is in control of where he angles his neck. No vampire teeth here.]

Don't tell me what to do.

[This would be more vicious and cruel if he wasn't listening. The old man pulls out. It's a controlled motion even though it's so goddamn hard to leave the heat of his body.]

So now what?

[Huffing and puffing, if there was a house it would have been blown down already.]

[Chomping on him like that really makes the kid sing like he might start fucking dying. Don't tell him what to do, damn, he almost regrets telling Larry just that because the loss of his cock when he does pull out is so fucking intense. Freddy actually seems mildly off balance when he turns around to get on his knees.

Green eyes peer up in warm caramel tones as the kid puts his mouth on the old man and sucks his cock down for all it's worth.]

[That was kind of the point. But also because he can't help but be that way. Now this man is on his knees. Larry has to lace his fingers in his hair again. The old man combs it back, for the time being the water helps it lay flat that way.]

Holy fuck.

[Zero hesitation there, no matter where it's been. This kid is so fucking amazing. He has the big bear moaning and trying to keep gentle with his paws. Freddy's mouth can be a tight, wonderful place too.]

Suck it, baby.

[Fingers and warm water in his hair, no matter where it's been he feels like he's in the right place. Freddy sucks it down, purses up, bobs his whole fucking head on Larry until he's sufficiently coated that cock with a mess of saliva again. Then he's getting back on his feet and turning around, assuming a bent over position once more.]

Put it back in. Fuck me. I'll do it again.

[Orange promises in a low but solid voice, eager to please and be pleased. He knows taking his cock like this does something for Larry and frankly it does something for Freddy too. No one needs to explain what.]

[Hips twitch trying not to drive on down his throat. Cool it, Dimick. Don't go savage. Freddy's oft flapping lips look great with a cock between them. All that action has him a few seconds from leaning on the wall. Off? Oh damn.]

What the fuck did I say about you telling me what to do?

[Paws at his hips, as hard and rough as before and back on in with the same amount of caution as before. There is a clear difference with the extra saliva. Maybe they both might have to have mouth work if they wanna try this again.]

You're gonna get it, and you're gonna get it hard. [He's got a long, low grunt as he keeps going.]

You're gonna--[Fuck there he goes.]--do it anyway.

[Freddy manages to mouth off again before he's groaning aloud, groaning and panting with no restraint.] Jesus Christ, baby. Fuck me real good.

[More bowing, like this he really feels the man brutalizing his prostate. It makes his knees feel weak.]

[No going back now. Larry's got no intentions of stopping slowly. Sounds like it's a straight shot to the finish line from here on out.]

Because I need to.

[Not want. He stops holding onto his hips, Shoulder and hair, hair because he asked for it but also because it feels like the next best thing to a collar for this wild dog. Harder now, more rough with hardly any time at all between thrusts. Freddy's got a prostate about covered in precum and saliva now.]

Shit, you're beautiful. [And tough. Taking it right up the ass with no lube. Even with a start and stop, it's so fucking great to the old man.]

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