They have to start out small and slow because Freddy's never taken a cock up his ass before. His ringpiece is clean and tight, a virgin's asshole, but to White's surprise his body takes one lubricated finger with minimal resistance. He's got the kid kneeling on the couch, his arms draped over the back to bring his rear up. His jeans are gone as are his socks and those dirty sneakers, but he's got his shirt and his briefs still on. Why his briefs? Because they look fucking ridiculous, comic book bullshit. To White's delight they just make the kid look even younger. His own pants are gone as are his boxers but his shirt's still pulled tight over his muscles. He fingers him at a gentle pace.

"Thought you said you never did this before."

"I said I...never fucked a cock before." The pace of the thick finger going in and out between his thighs tells him that answer's not good enough. "Okay okay! I've jerked off like this. I put things in me."

White quirks a brow, absolutely curious. "What kind of things?"

"Stuff."

The finger moves faster.

"Just stuff, man!" Freddy's flusters. "When are you gonna put it in?" He's been dying to have it in him somehow since White revealed his long thick circumcised dick. Dicks like that were only in porn, man.

"You know how to say it right," White shakes his head as he puts a second finger into Freddy.

"Ah fuck. When are you gonna--put it in, Mr. White." Freddy pants.

"When I feel you're ready, Freddy."

It takes another five full minutes of fingering and spreading before White believes the kid's prepared. Even then he's not completely sure but if it doesn't work out he'll just put Freddy's mouth on him. He stands behind the kid's ass. There are freckles on him back here too. Cute. White strokes himself with a little more lube, to be on the safe side. The anticipation is fucking killing Freddy. He keeps looking over his shoulder, waiting for White to make a move. Finally, he does. The old man pulls his briefs aside to expose his already sticky fingered hole. He presses his cockhead to it and guides himself forward. There are no fucking words for the feeling. Freddy doesn't swear or jabber. He can't even make much of a sound except for a deep shuddering breath as White seems to stretch him towards some breaking point. Feeling the tension, White pauses midway to run his palms up and down the kid's sides. His touch is warm, comforting, and soothing, enough for Freddy to move with him as he slowly slowly pulls the rest of the kid back onto his cock.

"There," White croons close to his ear. He kisses the back of Freddy's shoulder. "I'm going to fuck you now." His big hands grip his hips with ease to hold him in place as he thrusts.

The noise Freddy makes comes as a bit of a surprise to both of them. He's loud, reedy, kind of gasping, and a hundred percent fucking ecstatic. He's never felt anything like this in his fucking life and oh god he's being fucked in the ass by a man three times his age and old enough to be his dad who might become his buddy's dad. How fucked up is that?

"Jesus you're so tight, kid." White groans. Yeah so he's fucking a boy over thirty years his junior. So what. Better him than someone who doesn't give two shits about the boys he fucks. White won't be that man, he knows what men like that can do. He's intense in the way he handles this boy's body but he intends to treat him like a small podunk town American prince. Just watching the length of him pull out then disappear back into his ass is a treasure. He could blow his load on the spot, but he won't. White reaches around to cup Freddy's balls tight. "Don't cum yet," he says as his hips smack forward. Once. Twice. Thrice. He doesn't pull back on the third but instead grinds up against Freddy, buried deep in him.

"Holy shit," the kid voices. Words. Wow. What's Mr. White going to do to him this time?