whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[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...

[Both paws on either ass cheek, gripping hard and spreading as he rubs on up against the kid.]

Stop talking like that. That's why we're up here. You wanna go back to the apartment?

[Huffing and puffing in his own way, waiting for the right response. Larry's feeling a distinct need to be tightly clenched.]

[Oh come on it was a joke. Does this count as breaking character? Freddy shakes his head several times.]

No no I don't wanna go back.

[Groan. Aw hell is he going to make the kid beg?? Freddy makes that thin reedy sound he knows Larry's familiar with.] Come on, baby, put it back in.

Good.

[Back in, one full motion. Shows how responsive he is to the way the kid says shit.]

Aw fuck. How you keep your ass so tight, baby?

[Bruising grip spreads each cheek and then relaxes enough to touch right above where Larry's length disappears into Freddy. Rather than going right at it after he fits all the way in once again, he builds up.]

Holy shit.

[Freddy breathes when Larry fills him up again in one smooth heavy gesture. What kind of question is that to ask when he's being fucked? Seriously.]

I don't--I don't know, your dick's pretty big...superpowers?

[Huff and puff again. The way the old man touches him has the kid arching his back as much as one can when bent over a ledge.] Practice?

[One to preoccupy him. Make him keep on saying dumb shit because it'll all come out. The old man's got the kid raw physically, emotionally he can't be too far.]

Superpowers from a supercool fucker like you.

[Paws on both shoulders. Back to slamming so hard that the skin of his thighs tingle.]

Think of all those people down there, not getting it as good as you.

[That's what the old man is doing. Oh fuck, he knows he's already smearing precum all over the kid's prostate. The way he arches his back, Larry aims hard each time.]

Nobody gets it as good as I do.

[Freddy manages to groan out under the weight of being pressed against the ledge, fucked hard and deep right up his ass. Jesus what a cocksucker he is, no doubt about it. He still wants to break free and touch Larry, guide a paw to his cock so he can feel fucking sandwiched.]

Shit. S-sit in the chair, Larry, put me on you. I wanna see you.

[More like Freddy wants to come all over him and he's pretty sure they're both close. His dick's wet too and like hell is he going to waste it on the wall.]

No one.

[When they were apart he knows for sure that he didn't fuck anyone with this kind of abandon. No need to even ask, it's just apparent in how he moves, how he talks. Jesus. Okay, old man. Hold it. They're gonna part.]

Whatever baby wants.

[As though he's a selfless bastard. Larry pulls at his tie as he pulls off. He wants to feel those constantly active rough and strong hands on him. The ledge isn't quite so tall but he helps Freddy off.]

You'll get to see all you want.

[the chair feels so damn far away, somehow he makes it.]

[Watch this, old man. As soon as the kid's free he sort of walks after him, not particularly straight. Ahem. But being this close to coming and having to stop? That's got Freddy's motor running hot and heavy. Without wasting another second he shoves Larry right into the chair, rough strong hands sitting him down, dick up. Then Freddy's climbing into his lap and guiding that hard cock back up inside him, a fucking professional this Newendyke.]

Like it?

[Does Mr. White like what he sees? What he feels? Even when they were seeing other people Freddy didn't fuck anyone quite like this. Hell he didn't even get beyond cock sucking and handjobs with other men. Maybe that's why he was so upset about Larry fucking that blue eyed kid.]

Takin' all of you up my ass...

[Will the kid keep on walking like that awhile? The thought disappears with the way those hand are on him. The old man is efficiently put in his place.

All of the toughguy attitude is coming back around fast. Shoved and dick still hard and held high he moans feeling it placed back on in that kid's fucking snug, warm body.]

Shit, I love it.

[Now he's the one to be growing desperate. Don't blow it yet. He strokes up Freddy's chest only to go back on down. That poor, uncut cock has been pretty fucking neglected. Fingers curl around him.

Freddy is so unlike Kenny. He was trying to forget, trying as hard as possible. While there were some great times, it was not comparable to right now. It didn't feel like this, crazy and needy.]

I'm gonna blow my load up your ass.

[Huff. Huff. A gulp of air because breathing is important. Not yet. Soon though. Oh so soon.]

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[They might not be big old paws but his freckled palms are holding onto Larry's broad shoulders something solid. It's the same grip he'd use to put a perp over the hood of a car but Larry's no criminal right now, not to Freddy. His expression is half pleasure and half determination, eager to milk an orgasm out of them both. That paw on him is the last straw.]

Fuck. I want that, I want it baby.

[His thighs are shaking and his knees buckle as the kid comes right on him, spilling out on those thick fingers and probably on his shirt too.]

Fuck, Larry. Oh fuck. [He's grinding hard in his lap, every inch of White's cock hooded and snug in his ass.]

Give it to me baby. Fuck. Fuck just like that.

[They're racing together to the finish line. His eyes want to shut against the wind, and because all the stimulation and effort from Freddy he could sit back and be dragged along. No. They're in it together. His hand works faster up and down on his uncut cock, smearing precum along the way until he feels something warmer and thicker come on out.]

Freddy. Freddy. [Again he feels His own Freddy tighten. Grinding after so much friction and motion makes his ears buzz. All the same it feels wonderful. His own cock, fatter and cut but oh so perfectly wedged up inside of this man unloads. The real treat is that he gets to do it with a hand on him and looking into his strained face.]

[There's that rasped tone again.] Larry...

[Don't count on looking too long because the second he feels that hot load go off Freddy's overwhelmed with the urge to kiss Larry. Call it romantic or something or whatever, he just feels like doing it. Freckled hands move from his shoulders to his face, pulling him in for their mouths to meet. There's a mess between them, up in him, it's a perfect flawless finish.]

[He loves it like he loves the way their stubble scrapes when they'er so close together face to face.]

God--[pulled right on in. Larry launches a full assault with his tongue. There may be the lingering flavor of the shared cigarillo. Tongues writhe together as he grinds with Freddy. Messy, hard and perfect.]

[It's a little rough but it wouldn't be so familiar and comforting if it wasn't, which isn't to say Freddy doesn't love a freshly shaved Lawrence Dimick either. He's got a taste for both textures.]

Mmph.

[Tongue openly accepted and returned in kind. He's grinding into his mouth as much as he's grinding against his lap. If anyone saw them right now there'd be no mistaking what the fuck they are and for the moment Freddy doesn't give a damn.]

That it? I got it all?

[He asks between kisses and quick breaths.]

[Today he's pretty smooth. So they'll have to rub bristle to bristle another day.

Anyone with super vision or a telescope could have seen them on the ledge. Or anyone on bird wings. They should be lucky. There's big, big money charged for a sight like that usually. Either for films or fines.]

Uh huh. [Every last drop of cum in his balls for the day. Larry's not ready to quit going to town on his mouth like a teenager. He licks at Freddy's lips. Right now he reigns supreme over both ends, the kid enjoys that feeling and he knows it.]

How bout me? [Pant.] Did I get it all?

[For good measure he strokes a few times and spreads the mess.]

[Have another particularly hard grind for your trouble, Lawrence Dimick.]

I think so, man...I think so.

[Filled on both ends, by just this one old man's body. Freddy loves it. He spreads his kisses from his mouth to his clean shaven jaw, up to his cheek, then a brown eye.] You got great ideas.

[Back to that he said he said deal on whose idea it was to head on up to the roof, though it was definitely Larry's idea first to fuck around.]

[That particularly hard grind gets him to really let out a long moan. Just a common effect of Freddy Newendyke.]

If you're not sure... [The grinding and fucking sweetness of his face covered with kisses makes him trail off and even forget the point.]

Yeah, well. I'm not sure what we'll do until midnight up here. Heh.

[A paw smooths up Freddy's shirt to his back.]

How about we take forty winks. Then, I dunno. You can tell me about your day.

[Talk. That would be good. That's what all the racket prevents.]

[If it weren't for the chair he'd try wrapping his legs around the old man's waist.]

Okay.

[The kid smiles before throwing in another suggestion.] In the park or at the beach?

[They can't possibly have any racket out there, right?]

[They can try that trick at home some uncursed day.]

How about the beach?

[One more peck to his stately nose.]

I was thinkin' it's getting cold. Pretty soon we might have hockey weather.

[The lingering cool weather now is still suited for other sports. Those can be anywhere. Beach or park.]

Were you up for football or just thinking of a walk?

[This time of year all the sunlight they got should be savored.]

Okay. [He nods under that peck of a kiss.] The beach.

[Oh really now, Lawrence Dimick. Freddy has to cock a brow at this question.] You want me to play football after this?

[He leans back enough to point where the old man is still buried deep in this kid's ass.] I think we're just goin' for a walk.

[Oh. That. Heh. He smiles sheepishly and pulls the kid on back closer to him.]

Not today.

[Though he kinda got caught up in doing something else. There would be a tired ol' bear in the mix if it were true. Huff.]

Tomorrow sound good?

[Pulling him in like that makes the old man rub against the kid's prostate in a certain satisfying way, evoking a low hum from Freddy.]

Tomorrow might be different. [He concedes, willing to pass, tackle, and do a yard dash if he's not walking funny.] It sounds good.

[He'd be happy to do it again if it feels so good except that would mean letting him go so soon.]

Tomorrow it is. Are you gonna play for the Raiders? 49ers?

[Paws can lend a hand if the kid is ready to sit on just lap, not cock.]

But I ain't no madman.

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