"I like The Jeffersons better," Freddy nods to the TV. Yep. Great recovery. He sips. The beer's light, kind of generic, but that's better for him because the last time he liquored up more than he could handle he woke up behind the roller rink wearing someone else's pants that were two sizes too big.
"Why are you here, kid." White takes another cool and easy sip. His eyes are steeled on Freddy.
"Uh. You invited me." Duh. Freddy quirks a brow.
White ignores that bit of lip. "Don't have a dad of your own?"
"No," Freddy's brow furrows, "I mean I have a dad." He's always busy. He doesn't pay attention anymore.
"I don't. He sent me off to an uncle a couple years after my mom passed. I went from home to home for a little while." White rubs his nose. "Put it all behind me when I was seventeen, never looked back. Is that how old you are?"
Not exactly. Freddy's silent.
"I've seen you watching me. You're not subtle." White's tone is factual.
"You hang around my friend's house," Freddy argues like that's reason enough.
White puts his beer down to stand up tall, right in front of Freddy. His crotch is dangerously close to eye level. Mouth level. He cradles the side of the younger man's face with his big hand. "Look at me, kid. I've been there."
"What are you talking about," Freddy shakes his head but he doesn't pull away.
That's when White just sort of rolls his crinkled eyes and sinks to his knees to open up Freddy's jeans.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. This is real. Oh fuck.
His lightly freckled cheeks are tomato red and he almost drops his beer all over themselves. But god he can't bring himself to stop Mr. White from pulling him out of his briefs and stroking him. His Captain America briefs with the vibranium shield right over his bulge. "M-Mister..." This is so wrong.
"Fuckin' love playing with these," White remarks, thumb and fingertips gently pulling the kid's foreskin back and forth before he hoods his mouth over him. Of course he's already getting hard. White never doubted it for a second.
"Jesus Christ!" This is so right. Freddy twists his fingers into White's hair. He squeezes his eyes shut like that's going to help him deny the fact that he's already thrusting into the older, much older, man's mouth. God his hands are so big, Freddy's already imagining what his cock must look like. He wets his lips and grinds in time with White until he feels himself ready to burst. "I'm gonna--I'm gonna cum," he whines.
Good boy. White's expression is one of calm professionalism as his mouth fills with semen. There's a special flavor to adolescent cum, something untainted by vice, although this kid's food choices are questionable. He pulls his mouth off slow and easy, leaving a string of saliva and ejaculate from lip to tip until he breaks it by licking his mouth. Yes, Mr. White swallowed.
"Oh my god..." Freddy breathes, completely blown away by what just happened. His eyes are wide and somewhat wet.
"D'you want more?" White asks, already unbuckling his own belt. "You can say no," he adds, honest. He even pauses undoing his pants to be sure.
"I," Freddy swallows. He looks up at the old man with his old lined face, his eyes a smoldering brown like burning earth, his brick solid physique, and the heavy bulge near his wide knuckled hands. "I want more, Mr. White," Freddy pants. "Give me more."
Re: Orange/White: daddy kink, age flexible, sex, spanking, with a twist
"Why are you here, kid." White takes another cool and easy sip. His eyes are steeled on Freddy.
"Uh. You invited me." Duh. Freddy quirks a brow.
White ignores that bit of lip. "Don't have a dad of your own?"
"No," Freddy's brow furrows, "I mean I have a dad." He's always busy. He doesn't pay attention anymore.
"I don't. He sent me off to an uncle a couple years after my mom passed. I went from home to home for a little while." White rubs his nose. "Put it all behind me when I was seventeen, never looked back. Is that how old you are?"
Not exactly. Freddy's silent.
"I've seen you watching me. You're not subtle." White's tone is factual.
"You hang around my friend's house," Freddy argues like that's reason enough.
White puts his beer down to stand up tall, right in front of Freddy. His crotch is dangerously close to eye level. Mouth level. He cradles the side of the younger man's face with his big hand. "Look at me, kid. I've been there."
"What are you talking about," Freddy shakes his head but he doesn't pull away.
That's when White just sort of rolls his crinkled eyes and sinks to his knees to open up Freddy's jeans.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. This is real. Oh fuck.
His lightly freckled cheeks are tomato red and he almost drops his beer all over themselves. But god he can't bring himself to stop Mr. White from pulling him out of his briefs and stroking him. His Captain America briefs with the vibranium shield right over his bulge. "M-Mister..." This is so wrong.
"Fuckin' love playing with these," White remarks, thumb and fingertips gently pulling the kid's foreskin back and forth before he hoods his mouth over him. Of course he's already getting hard. White never doubted it for a second.
"Jesus Christ!" This is so right. Freddy twists his fingers into White's hair. He squeezes his eyes shut like that's going to help him deny the fact that he's already thrusting into the older, much older, man's mouth. God his hands are so big, Freddy's already imagining what his cock must look like. He wets his lips and grinds in time with White until he feels himself ready to burst. "I'm gonna--I'm gonna cum," he whines.
Good boy. White's expression is one of calm professionalism as his mouth fills with semen. There's a special flavor to adolescent cum, something untainted by vice, although this kid's food choices are questionable. He pulls his mouth off slow and easy, leaving a string of saliva and ejaculate from lip to tip until he breaks it by licking his mouth. Yes, Mr. White swallowed.
"Oh my god..." Freddy breathes, completely blown away by what just happened. His eyes are wide and somewhat wet.
"D'you want more?" White asks, already unbuckling his own belt. "You can say no," he adds, honest. He even pauses undoing his pants to be sure.
"I," Freddy swallows. He looks up at the old man with his old lined face, his eyes a smoldering brown like burning earth, his brick solid physique, and the heavy bulge near his wide knuckled hands. "I want more, Mr. White," Freddy pants. "Give me more."
White smiles.