White repositions them with Freddy resting face down on the couch, pinned under the bigger man's weight. Freddy's dick's pressed to the cushions so close anymore pressure and it might hurt. White's arms wrapped tight around him keeps his rear tilted up. White's dick is still inside him. Those Captain America briefs are damp. When the old man starts fucking him again it's hard and deep. Freddy's moaning and groaning leaves stains of his saliva on the cushion covers.
"Mr. White," he cries.
"Call me daddy," White huffs against him.
For a second there's a brief look of apprehension in Freddy's eyes. 'Daddy' isn't given away as easily as his ass cherry. 'Daddy' has to be earned. White notes this and is unfazed, it's a fair hurdle. He kisses the exposed side of Freddy's temple just as the kid cums again. Loudly. His orgasm makes his entire body clench around White who can't do anything but still himself or risk hurting him. Freddy sounds like he's dying under White who just moves with him until his orgasm subsides. It's a lot harder for the old man than it looks. When it seems like Freddy's resting he ruffles his damp blonde hair.
"You did good," he pants. The longer the break of not fucking this kid's brains out the more likely he can milk a couple more loads out of Freddy before finally filling him up with his own. "I'm gonna pull out of you."
Freddy just nods.
Pulling out of him ain't easy. White's got to clench his own balls to keep down the urge to cum and the sight of Freddy's wet red asshole isn't helping. He distracts himself with Freddy's briefs. Peeling them off his trembling legs is like unwrapping a present he's already shook up. He plans to keep them. He runs his palm over Freddy's shoulder. "Can you get up, kid?"
His response makes White laugh, soft warm laughter that really hits his eyes like they might be talking about baseball instead of how he just fucked the kid silly. Without any warning he turns Freddy over then picks him up. It's pretty easy to do and Freddy doesn't exactly give much protest. White carries him into the bedroom.
It takes some moderate licking and sucking to get Freddy back in the saddle. His nipples are swollen from White's lips and teeth. They're both shirtless now, exposing the old man's muscled torso but also some of his scars. Freddy doesn't dare ask where they come from but he touches some of them like a boy discovering chips in a marble statue. "I can do it again, Mr. White," he breathes.
White's petting his butterscotch blonde head in easy firm strokes. "Good. You're going to sit on me, boy."
Freddy nods. "Show me how."
White holds onto his ankles to help keep the kid in place. Sinking down on him's not as hard as Freddy expects. He does it with his back to White first because that's what White wants to see, his sweet ass bouncing up and down on him. After that White tells him to turn around and do the same facing him. It gets so much easier with each move but no less tight. Freddy fucks himself on White's dick with pleasure, it's in his voice and the gasps and groans. There's a mirror leaning against the wall, tilted at such an angle that Freddy can see them in it. His frame looks so much smaller by comparison to Mr. White's and his lighter freckled skin is a stark contrast to his sunned complexion. He watches himself, a fucking teenager, naked and sweating and riding this much older man's fat cock. Girls who fuck their teachers and boys who suck off their coaches don't compare. White wraps his hand around Freddy's uncut cock to pump him. The kid blows another load across White's stomach within moments. It's amazing he has any ejaculate left.
"Stay there," White grunts.
He's pushed himself to his limit. With expertise he pulls himself to sit upright and lay Freddy back. His ass is tight enough and White's cock is big enough that it doesn't fall out from the move. Big hands grip onto freckled legs again to pull them apart. He fucks Freddy with no inhibitions now, just thrust after thrust after thrust into his tight young shuddering body, making his toes curl. White cums hard, the result of fucking holding it back ever since the kid climbed into his car. He fills Freddy's ass with a full pent up load.
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"Mr. White," he cries.
"Call me daddy," White huffs against him.
For a second there's a brief look of apprehension in Freddy's eyes. 'Daddy' isn't given away as easily as his ass cherry. 'Daddy' has to be earned. White notes this and is unfazed, it's a fair hurdle. He kisses the exposed side of Freddy's temple just as the kid cums again. Loudly. His orgasm makes his entire body clench around White who can't do anything but still himself or risk hurting him. Freddy sounds like he's dying under White who just moves with him until his orgasm subsides. It's a lot harder for the old man than it looks. When it seems like Freddy's resting he ruffles his damp blonde hair.
"You did good," he pants. The longer the break of not fucking this kid's brains out the more likely he can milk a couple more loads out of Freddy before finally filling him up with his own. "I'm gonna pull out of you."
Freddy just nods.
Pulling out of him ain't easy. White's got to clench his own balls to keep down the urge to cum and the sight of Freddy's wet red asshole isn't helping. He distracts himself with Freddy's briefs. Peeling them off his trembling legs is like unwrapping a present he's already shook up. He plans to keep them. He runs his palm over Freddy's shoulder. "Can you get up, kid?"
"Are you...fuckin', kidding me?" Freddy pants, weak.
His response makes White laugh, soft warm laughter that really hits his eyes like they might be talking about baseball instead of how he just fucked the kid silly. Without any warning he turns Freddy over then picks him up. It's pretty easy to do and Freddy doesn't exactly give much protest. White carries him into the bedroom.
It takes some moderate licking and sucking to get Freddy back in the saddle. His nipples are swollen from White's lips and teeth. They're both shirtless now, exposing the old man's muscled torso but also some of his scars. Freddy doesn't dare ask where they come from but he touches some of them like a boy discovering chips in a marble statue. "I can do it again, Mr. White," he breathes.
White's petting his butterscotch blonde head in easy firm strokes. "Good. You're going to sit on me, boy."
Freddy nods. "Show me how."
White holds onto his ankles to help keep the kid in place. Sinking down on him's not as hard as Freddy expects. He does it with his back to White first because that's what White wants to see, his sweet ass bouncing up and down on him. After that White tells him to turn around and do the same facing him. It gets so much easier with each move but no less tight. Freddy fucks himself on White's dick with pleasure, it's in his voice and the gasps and groans. There's a mirror leaning against the wall, tilted at such an angle that Freddy can see them in it. His frame looks so much smaller by comparison to Mr. White's and his lighter freckled skin is a stark contrast to his sunned complexion. He watches himself, a fucking teenager, naked and sweating and riding this much older man's fat cock. Girls who fuck their teachers and boys who suck off their coaches don't compare. White wraps his hand around Freddy's uncut cock to pump him. The kid blows another load across White's stomach within moments. It's amazing he has any ejaculate left.
"Stay there," White grunts.
He's pushed himself to his limit. With expertise he pulls himself to sit upright and lay Freddy back. His ass is tight enough and White's cock is big enough that it doesn't fall out from the move. Big hands grip onto freckled legs again to pull them apart. He fucks Freddy with no inhibitions now, just thrust after thrust after thrust into his tight young shuddering body, making his toes curl. White cums hard, the result of fucking holding it back ever since the kid climbed into his car. He fills Freddy's ass with a full pent up load.