whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Saliva slick hand on his firm prick gets another shudder from Freddy Newendyke.] I'd get in trouble--for being in bed with a career man like you...skipped college, went straight to work. You're too old for me.

[Pretty much the same age as his parents. That's never really bothered him though, Larry being as old. He never watched Freddy grow up, never took care of him, never watched a dumb boy make dumb mistakes or turn into a grown man. It's just a harmless fantasy, pretending he's a thirty-something year old man helping a teenager jerk off in his own bed. It worries him more that one day Larry might realize what an inexperienced idiot Freddy Newendyke is when it comes to being a grown man in a grown up relationship. So far so good. He reaches back, perhaps limbs tangling, to grip White's ass.]

You know what you want.

[Always. Regardless. Freddy's a grown man right now. And he may have teenage tastes but he knows deep down what he wants. It's been a battle to get there and here they are. No looking back.

As a fantasy he has to smile.]

College wasn't for me. All I want is to make a life and support my baby as he goes to academy.

[Or college. Who says they gotta stick to the script? Don't be mad kid. Harmless fantasy indeed.]

Don't matter which bed I'm in. They might say I'm no good one way or the other. That's not gonna keep me away. I'd come on into your room to hold you tight and make you warm.

[A young kid's dream, a parent's nightmare.]

[You'd never, he thinks to himself, completely unconvinced even in fantasy that Larry would help put him through the academy. But that's okay because he's a cop now and he was a cop when they met. Academy's unnecessary in fantasy because Mr. White has to contend with the reality that Orange carries a badge. He won't argue him though, let Larry do what he thinks will help make Freddy feel good. The kid's enchanted by that alone.]

I'd keep my windows unlocked.

[He promises, tongue slipping out to wet his lips now. Fuck he's getting there, precum is beading at the tip of his cock, not much since he leaked out most of it downstairs but he is wet.]

Let you in...beg you to teach me how to get fucked. [You like the sound of that, Dimmy?]

[He's a crooked man in his way. That's why they call em crooks. Something in his head or heart or whatever wasn't made to follow the law. He can't make a 100% honest living. The system is shit, it fucks people over. In some perfect, fantastical world that only exists with some imagination, he can be an upstanding member of society.]

I can't resist, man. Not with a body like yours. We'd have to be careful with your folks sleeping. I'd have to gag you. And to make sure you're not walking too funny I'd have to open you up with my fingers each time. Especially the first. One tight, sweet cherry.

[He spreads around that precum, using it like lube to keep the kid slick. It's not how much is left but how he uses it.]

You're dirty.

[Freddy accuses, one hundred percent aware the remark's coming from his own filthy mouth. Huff puff. He's getting closer to orgasm, he's pretty sure. Open him up with his fingers, he says? Tight sweet cherry ass huh?]

Kinda how--[Huff.]--I gotta pry you open?

[Heh heh heh. How's that for mouthing off in the dirtiest way? The old man's not so cock-hungry ass is fair game in this kid's book.]

I'm telling you the truth.

[Which is altogether dirty and unacceptable for all audiences. With the life they lead no one should be surprised.]

Uh huh. Like that baby. Nobody spreads me open and fucks me like you.

[...should there be an after chances are there will be no one else for that matter.]

Would you fuck me in your bedroom, huh? Show me what you've learned?

[The kid's hips are working a little harder against his fist, effectively fucking it.]

Uh huh...Spread your ass right on my floor. Fit my dick in you. [Not because Freddy's lower to the ground either, fff. He's got to press his face into the pillow now where he makes another damp spot. Saliva stuff. Orange groans.] Shit...

[His orgasm isn't as sudden this time. More like a slow release from the faucet, thinner cum spilling over Larry's fingers instead of shooting all over the covers.]

Mmm. Yeah? That's how I'd wanna be. All your hot load up on in me.

[It's on him right now. Not in him. Whatever. Paw keeps on working to milk out every drop, it's moving a little slower now. Still nearly fisted and squeezing.]

You filling me right on up.

[Huff. Puff. He's not hard and not working all that much physically but holding a man while he comes takes his breath away.]

Nothin' but you and me.

[That's all it takes. The third wheel is for the thrill and exploration.]

[Somehow he manages to moan out the words.] Fill you right up...

['Nothing but you and me' he says...that's really all it takes for Freddy to twist a little more just like so to purse his mouth against Larry's. There's a mess between his legs, both the new one and the old one, wet spots on the bed, and he just doesn't care because it feels like home.]

[Home is right here in his arms, and in that mouth. There's a place for him. He can feel it and taste it. Mr. White would love to be a man with no cares or worries. To do that he'd not have anything he needs to care for or serve. What then? Selfish detached living for years more to come.

Hello, loneliness.

Not something he wants. A messy hand, a messy bed and a deep breathless kiss...are absolutely what he craves.]

But I ain't no madman.

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