whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Is that... [More kissing.] What... [And sucking and being sucked on.] You wanna...

[He has to shift a little more, stomping on the trash they've left from their meal because goddamn Larry that paw is too much to resist, his legs are giving in and widening to fit better. Oh and also to hump him better.]

See?

[Don't underestimate the kid, Dimmy, he'll shake the car like there's a fucking earthquake happening.]

I would. [Suck. Smack. He's rubbing right on back.] Except I wanna.

[Gulp. Gasp. There we go. Now he's opening his legs.]

I wanna be more involved then that.

[Fuck well, they're in the car. And it's not no roomy company car. Gotta make use of the space they have. It ain't in the front seat.]

Meet me in the back seat.

[Because he's gonna push off and head back there.]

[Somehow it doesn't feel like winter anymore. He purses his lips, not wanting to have to let go of Larry but if they want to go beyond humping his paw well they gotta split. Sigh. Freddy clicks his tongue against the old man's lips before leaning away too.]

You got it, tough guy.

[If Larry's gonna actually climb out and walk to the backseat, Freddy here will use his size to his advantage and crawl his way into it from the inside. He's tricky that way, like a fox. He'll peel his shirt off on the way too, like a goddamn teenager if teenagers normally came with bullet scars.]

[They haven't been still here for too long and it is getting pretty damn warm. Freddy is already there when he opens the passenger door and sliding in.]

Hey there, handsome.

[As he's pulling Freddy by the belt loops. The old man is getting him out of those. Look how he licks his lips anticipating.]

It's dangerous goin' around like that.

What's up?

[Right away these wiry arms go up to grip the arm rest or something, whatever he can hold onto to help wriggle out of those jeans. And yes, he has to ask the million dollar question.]

Like what?

My dick.

[For one. And if it ain't up right now with how he moves his mouth against him and fucking rubs on him like that's all it takes, it's smug the attitude.]

Without a shirt, laying around in back seats.

[Free of jeans and soon to be out of boxers. The distance lights make him look even more pale, nearly making freckles disappear.]

Hah hah hah. [Freddy gives short laughs that sort of disguise his huffs and panting. Sort of.] You still tellin'...

[Oh shit he's getting serious now. The kid groans, leaner body rubbing up against that bigger one, eager to get him (them) up.]

Still tellin'.... [Breathe, Newendyke. Arms go around Mr. White to get a pull on his hair, not too hard, and mark his back.] Bad jokes?

[As if Orange is one to talk.]

Is it funny, baby?

[Skin to skin, and boy is it summertime in here. More rubbing since that looks like it's the theme. For now.]

Getting poked right in the funny bone?

[One arm around him and he grips at Freddy's thigh encouraging him to hold on anyway he can or want because...the old man's gonna move to have em sit on up.]

I'm gettin' poked alright...

[Freddy grunts, making his own cornball quip. Okay time to play hardball, one freckled hand is leaving his hair to creep on down between them. He's seeking out that very thing he said was supposed to be up, his funny bone. Yep. He'll hold onto him there since Larry seems so encouraging about it. Better get him to sit up real carefully in that case. Oof.]

Watch it.

[Warns Orange because yeah he can scrape the roof of the car if he's sitting upright. Fff. He'll take care of himself though by ducking his head right into the crook of White's neck where he starts sucking on the guy.]

I think you could take some more.

[Those flappy hands always know how to move. Nimble fingers wrap on around that wider shaft. Larry lets his head fall back as he fumbles blindly for his pocket to get lube.]

It's not a knock knock joke.

[God. The boys at work think he's got the stamina of a stallion coming back with marks all the time. He loves it. Oh. There's lube. He gets a portion on his fingertips to rub on Freddy's ass.]

[He has pretty good stamina for a motherfucker going on...shit, fifty? Is it supposed to be the big 5-0 soon? Freddy's not completely sure only because Larry lied about his age the first time. It doesn't matter too much though, he's robust and just the way Freddy likes him, the way he met Mr. White.]

S'it a dirty joke? [Pausing to speak.] I saw you passin' those out like party favors.

[That might be an exaggeration. He removes his hand from working the space between Larry's thighs to walk his fingertips up that broad belly then chest.] Damn...

[Freddy breathes, feeling the coolness there. Put his fingers on him just right and it's like the kid could just fuck himself on his hand already.]

Maybe. [Around, around and then he's pushing one thick finger right on in halfway before pulling out and pairing it with his middle.]

I got plenty of dirty ones.

[Now he is up. Watching that kid breathe, touch on him.]

A white car goes off roading.

[In, in. Out, out until almost pulling on out. He remembers how it went on the other side of that. If Larry can be patient he can drag it out nice. Too bad it's so fun slamming away at this kid's sweet ass. For fifty it's something he's proud of. And yes, he is fifty.]

Uh...uh huh.

[That's Freddy trying to talk while getting fingered like some goddamn school kid and fuck does it feel good. He grinds back a little on those two thick ones.]

And...?

[Knees spread a little more as if lowering himself farther is going to make those fingers fuck him harder. Needless to say he's losing the focus to suck on Larry's neck.]

[That's no earthquake. The shocks on the car have it shake some with how he's pushing on back on his fingers. Not even his cock yet so the man wants it bad.]

And then it rains.

[He'll laugh for the two of em.]

Don't go spoiling yourself on just my fingers. You know I got a lot more for you.

[A few more hard, deep and curling passes at his prostate before he has to get his fingers out to get more lube on his cock.]

Real funny.

[Freddy remarks and he'd be smirking too if it weren't for the fact that Larry's got his fingers up his ass. Oh yeah, he wants it. But spoiled?]

Please.

[Spoken with sarcasm. All he needs to add is the 'bitch' part or that grenade starting with an 'n' to really rile the old man up. Too bad (?!) Larry's the one doing the riling. Those particular curls make him groan some more.] Come on...get it ready...

[Both palms on his ass cheeks, positioning Freddy.]

Move it, man. S'all ready for you.

[Bitch. Nigger bitch. Whatever. Times like this he knows it is a more colorful way to say all the things the old man already knows. Larry grins but grits his teeth at the same time. He can't wait to sink on in.]

Take it.

[Oof. Swollen cock head right on in. He's pressing for Freddy to keep on going.]

[No matter how much his ass is aching for it Freddy's ego is just as aching to put Larry in his place. Kinda. Look the kid's got some swagger to maintain too. Both hands settle firmly on his shoulders to pin the old man to the seat, 'pin' since they're in a car, nowhere else to go.]

I'm working on it, asshole.

[He grunts, almost threatening with his slow speed except you can't threaten a guy with taking away his fun time when you're already working to sink down on his cock. Freddy knows he can take it faster, harder, just one fell swoop past the slip, but he wants to hear Larry fucking beg for it or take it like a man. Get it?]

[Pinned he is. Brown eyes are looking right on into his face.]

Are you? [Mmm. Hearing grunts, feeling how his body accepts him right on in.]

Fuck. [That slips on through his grit teeth. Look who's trying to be the big tough man. Bottoming or topping, it's kind of the same thing.]

Ah. Took you long enough.

[Smug lip right there.]

Uh-h-huh.

[...

Guess what, Lawrence Dimick, guess what. Whack. That's a palm coming up to smack you right in the jaw and it just stays there to hold onto his face as the kid settles into a real real slow but clearly balls deep rhythm. That's what you get for giving lip. And anyway it wasn't a hard smack, more like a quick cuff. They're face to face, so damn close their chiseled beaks might bump, but Freddy's not leaning in to kiss him. Nope nope. He'll just stare right into those damn warm brown eyes as he rocks his tight ass on the man's lap.]

[Eyes widen and he grips harder. There may be five long marks on each cheek the way he's clutching on. His jaw clenches and releases. It didn't smart much at all.

The old man actually wants another. He could take it harder.

Fuck, he can't look away. Breath for breath he's right there. Their windows are fogging.]

Gonna do it [don't let him see you sweat...much] yourself?

[Looks like that really got the blood boiling in all the right ways didn't it? Freddy can't help but lean in some more, like he might actually kiss Larry this time, but he doesn't. He gets close just enough to speak against his lips.]

You're a funny guy.

[And the kid can see you sweating. Oof. Careful, Dimmy, he's moving around on you now. He's not a teenager anymore but Freddy still has the twenties on his side. Lawrence Dimick is a big man, whether or not his big dick can stay in while he's changing up his seat is questionable. Either way he goes from his knees to his feet and a freckled arm is stretching to brace the back of the seat behind him.]

I had a girlfriend do it like this once.

[He huffs. Is it the truth? Does Larry care? Does it matter when Freddy knows drawing that sort of parallel always gets his rocks off? Can he pay attention to Orange's words at all when he's guiding his cock back up into his ass so he can bear down on it? Just look at that full page spread in your lap now, Dimmy, right where the action is.]

[Full grown. Fuck. Kiss or no kiss, it's too sweet to ruin.]

T-thanks.

[That's not lip, just manners. C'mon kid gosh. Here, he won't clutch as hard. Rubbing now, on his ass cheeks because he's taking it all up and down.]

U-uh huh? Bet she didn't feel as fucking tight as you, baby.

[He reaches on up to pinch at his nipples. Girlfriend he says. A big ol' pair of tits bouncing would be a pleasant sight and feeling. Better? Nope. It's far from his mind. Intense green and gold eyes, his hair flopping with movement. Lawrence Dimick you're so lucky.]

[All the while he's making sounds like it takes effort to ride his dick this way, which it does, but goddamn is it worth it. Instead of bouncing tits there's a set of balls and his own hard up cock waving at Lawrence Dimick, and behind the whole package his asshole stretched tight around him, up and fucking down.]

Nope...not after--after I was through with her.

[Well now Freddy's just talking swaggerly shit because he can, okay? It helps him to not turn his groans into whines for the way this angle seriously pierces him with those paws almost acting like some kind of sling seat. In the best possible way. Hey there's an idea for some other time.]

Fuck this is real good, Larry.

[With a cock like Freddy's you can't go wrong to begin with. He's gotta give it attention again.]

Drilling her like you're gonna get oil. [Pant. Pant. Groans are slipping out, progressively more desperate.]

That's all you. Working your tight ass.

[One more harsh twist of each nipple before he's holding under his thighs to meet his thrusts. Now they're really rocking. Feel any precum, Freddy?]

In all the w-wrong places...

[He could be referring to the girl's ass or the girl herself.

Aw shit pinching and tugging on his nipples like that really makes him hiss almost like he's gonna smack the old man again but he doesn't because fuck he loves it. Larry knows how to work his body like he's a roughneck oil rigger himself and he ought to know Freddy enjoys that type far above any chick. He's so far gone over the edge thanks to a push from Mr. White he can't even think of pussy without shifting his focus to the fact that it's just another thing that can warm a sweet good cock. Actually that might have always been the case and Mr. White just shoved the truth of it right into him. Heh.]

Fuck.

[Larry's thrusting effectively wipes any smug off Freddy's face. Green eyes narrow and he tilts his head against the back of the front seat, braces the back seat with his heels to hold the position. It makes his ass and thighs tighten up. If there's precum he certainly can't tell now.]

Fuck me, tough guy.

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