whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[He deliberately loosens his lips just enough to make a pull from mid-shaft back up to the tip particularly wet and bordering messy.]

Then what is it?

[Freddy asks, wanting to hear it in the old man's own words. Mouth goes down again but his eyes stay looking up as much as possible. Watch that nose sink so far down he may as well be snorting this patch of brown hair.]

It's my fat, hard cock.

[Don't go to pieces yet, Dimick. He takes another inhale from the cigarillo and keeps that eye contact. Those caramel apple eyes are half the problem because looking like that Larry knows him well enough to know that he's wanting it. And bad.

One year ago they did this shit with even more reckless abandon. It was at a safe distance somehow. Hovering close, enough cards were on the table but did they know one another as well as they do now? If there is a next year for them, would they feel the same?]

Right down your fucking throat.

[A year ago they'd have been doing this with a rubber between them.] Nhhhuh.

[Freddy sounds around his fat hard cock, floppy haired head bobbing up and down between Larry's paw and Larry's balls. He's maintaining just the right balance to not gag himself on the old man without remaining too stagnant in his movements. If only he had his hands to really drive Larry wild.]

[A year ago there were secrets between them, big ones.]

I know how you like it.

[Harder grip on his hair. Any more wild than this and the old man would be trying to fuck his face. The impulse is already there.]

So far you think it's gonna come on out of your ass. Heh. Well, don't get to used to it. I want to try it the other way around.

[The old man rocks his hips, letting Freddy guide because he knows full well about that right balance. Not much more of this, Larry pulls him off.]

You know what I mean, don't you?

[The kid shakes his head slightly which also makes his mouth rock on his cock. He doesn't know what Larry means exactly, Freddy wants to be shown, told what to do, 'forced' into it because shits his hands are bound what else is he going to do? He wouldn't dare tear into that pretty tie either.]

Shit...

[Cough cough. Licking his lips. See this saliva staining his chin? That's all for you Lawrence Dimick.]

[One last puff of his cigarillo.]

Faker. I know you can handle more than that. Here. Lemme give you a pallet cleaner.

[It's not the cigarillo. He lets it drop to the paved rooftop. It has served its urpose well enough. The old man pulls at that hair to keep his head up and back as he leans over to lick up the saliva and then bite at his lower lip. Naturally their mouths meet, hard and rough while he how starts to stroke Freddy.]

Excuse me--

[That's some Marlon fucking Brando shit he's giving you, Lawrence Dimick. But nevermind, the way Larry handles him, all pulls and licking has him shivering and it's not the cold. He wants to clutch at those thick arms, wants to grab him and force him to the floor, but Freddy can't if he wants to keep the tie in place. So all he can do is return the kiss, equally firm and forceful like he's just daring White to push him farther and farther. Oh shit, the stroking. That pulls a thin gasp from the kid.]

Fuck. Fuck what do you wanna do. [Breathe.] Baby?

[Look at him try to lean forward without his hands to balance him out.]

[When has he ever heard Freddy say excuse me in day to day conversation? He sure is playing up the saint card right now. It's only more amazing, more tempting to fucking wreck him.]

I wanna fuck you. Thought you knew that already. [Larry stands and he uses Freddy's hair like it's some kind of a leash, holding onto it. His cock hangs out of his open pants, moving as he does to pull Freddy's coat out of the way. Even though he can feel the cool air on his sensitive skin and the slip of saliva he pretends like it's nothing. A little show because he knows those eyes are watching him.]

Stand. Get up.

[Because they're going to the ledge.]

[Almost never.] Oh yeah.

[He breaks character for that second to show he knows what's up and he knows what he wants and fuck he is going to get it. Fortunately this works out for both of them don't it? Oof he's on his feet now, tugged about by his hair, eyes on that fat hard cock. He's thick even without a foreskin, damn, one wonders what could have been. Only for a moment though.]

I'm up.

[Freddy licks his chops again.]

[What could have been if his Jewish convert mother kept at it. But it was another kind of attribute of uneven home life. Look at what this man does, lack thereof. Works just fine.]

Go over there.

[He lets go, Freddy can't fix his hair. It's up and wild after all of the abuse. The old man points to the three foot small wall of the roof. There's a larger wall about four or five feet out, it's all chain link. Since he's behind the kid now he takes a hit at his ass.]

Hurry.

[Because the old man's found some one use lube.]

[It's messy and kind of looking like bedhead right now even though they're far from a mattress. Hey check out the view...as Freddy bends at his waist only to get smacked in the ass. Hiss. Fuck that felt good, he wants more but far be it for the kid to vocalize it.]

Bastard.

[He utters, hardly meaning it.]

[The old man's right behind him, brushing up against him but not at all prepped. All threat and teasing.]

What'd you just say?

[Because here comes another open handed smack to his bare hide. With no reason to let up or go light he keeps at it until his hand stings. The motion just rubs his dick between his cheeks.]

Think carefully about it.

[Hands off now to make use of that one use.]

[He can feel how unprepared yet totally prepared he is, wanting and close to giving up waiting, but they're not in a warm shower and the weather is to cold to risk it no matter how hungry Freddy is for his cock.]

Jesus!

[Listen to this kid huff and puff and pant, half because it feels so damn intense and half because he knows the old man loves the fucking noise.]

I said--fuck. I said...bastard, I want you to fuck me...

[Slick with saliva and now lube he properly positions the crown of his cut cock against the man's ass.]

I was born in wedlock.

[Fitting answer if he's going to be suck a smart, unfair motherfucker. Larry now can hold onto his tie if he likes, in fact right now he will. The other takes a hold of his shoulder to give his hair a rest. For now. Now would be a very good time to completely bend on over the ledge.]

What's that you said?

[Bobbing but not pushing on in. Fuck is it hard for him to do when all he wants is to dive right on in. The hitting has made his freckled ass on the red side.]

My mistake.

[He apologizes so off hand one wonders if it's sincere. It's not because the insult wasn't sincere in the first place. No need to explain a thing to Lawrence Dimick, right? Considering how he's teasing Freddy he's pretty sure the old man's riding the same fucking wavelength. And yes, he's bending over the ledge, legs spreading to entice Larry.]

Fuck me.

[The kid's aroused by sheer circumstance. Having to say these two words, an admission of how badly he wants to get fucked, is just torture.] I want you to fuck me, baby. Just you.

[Listen to this goddamn moaning, Mr. White. How can you pass it up?]

[No harm, no fowl. No real threat here. Paws keep a solid grip as he bends like that. Their neck of the City is stretched out before them.]

You're starting to talk like a slut.

[Now the swollen crown of his cock pushes on. The way the kid is talking, leaning, and carrying on he doesn't stand a chance. Lubed up and pushing on in.]

Since you asked for it, you're gonna fucking get it.

I am a slut. A slut for you.

[Freddy pants in clarification, shoulders down on the ledge enough that he can actually turn his head and look over one at Larry to see what he thinks about that--oh goddamn. The kid groans, expression twisting from smug to...not so smug, as he feels that cock pushing in. Fuck he is such a slut for it.]

[There is a cool wind that sweeps over them. No wonder at all because they'er up so damn high. With all the heat they're conducting it isn't a problem. Least of all to Larry. He has his shirt on and trousers somehow hang barely on him. Freddy's bare ass is exposed. A shirt protects him from scraping the shit out of his chest.]

Oh yeah. I can feel it, baby. Fucking all of you want my dick.

[There's the slip. Larry grinds, his balls are up against his brutalized rear.]

[Good because the kid doesn't want to have to explain why he's chafing all over his chest. This'll do. He's a little bit cold but the way Larry quickly puts him to use brings up the warmth in his skin, turning his cheeks (face and ass) a soft glowing red.]

Oh shit, Larry. Baby.

[Being bent over the ledge like this Freddy can't quite push back onto him but he wants to. Badly.]

[Is he ever shirtless at work? Has he told Tony about them? Little thoughts and questions to be saved for later.]

Here it comes now. [Just like he wanted, just like he begged for.]

All yours, Freddy.

[Grip on his shoulder intensifies. No way this guy's gonna fall. Larry goes into motion not holding back. The man was begging to be fucked. Don't want to disappoint the guy.

How homo is that? No to mention calling one another baby so freely, so frequently. It slipped out, it was a sparred word. Like if they said it too much it would be offensive.]

[Nod nod nod. Fortunately doing that doesn't scrape his face. What were words turn into huffs and puffs, groaning and gasping for air like Larry's fucking all the fresh crisp winter from his lungs.]

Fuck.

[Well that's what he's doing, Freddy. He struggles with the tie, wanting to reach back and feel Lawrence Dimick thrusting into him. The fact that he can't only intensifies the feeling of being plowed. It even makes the kid tighten up at moments.]

A-all mine...

[Those moments he tightens up about blow the old man's mind.]

This what you wanted? [He wants to smack at his ass again so he lets go of Freddy's shoulder. The grip on the tie and Freddy's wrist remains. Here, he'll touch on right between them, and even a little lower to touch behind Freddy's balls.]

How you thought of gettin-gettin' fucked? [The way their skin strikes against one another makes it sting.]

[Those strikes make him tighten up too, as if Larry didn't already know they would. Huff and puff. Freddy tries nodding again.]

Uh huh. [Cough.] Deck my fuckin' halls.

[Yes, he went there, only because he can and this is a much better alternative to all that music down below.]

[Aw man, Freddy. Really? Larry steels himself and makes himself stay in the role as he pulls out completely.]

What the fuck did you just say? Huh?

[Not missing a beat he again deals a series of opened palm blows to his ass. The old man wants nothing more than to go back in but he feels like holding off is gonna make it even more explosive.]

[Heh heh heh heh. Freddy throws a sharp and triumphant look over his shoulder--ow. Those blows make him huff and puff again, like some kid getting spanked.]

Think I just made...your not nice list.

[Okay maybe it wasn't such a good idea because now Freddy's feeling distinctly empty.] Get back inside me man...

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