It's not what you asked for anon but this prompt inspired me to write and I'm sorry it just sort of ran away from me please accept my apologies ._.

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The Setting: Fresno, CA
The Year: 1981

For Those About to Rock, We Salute You is playing on the dinky radio between two teenagers.

"I saw some guy hovering around your place."

"Yeah, my mom's got a new boyfriend now. He calls himself Mr. White, I call him Mr. Shit."

"What's wrong with him? He mean?"

"Naw. He's just, he thinks he's so fucking cool or whatever. He wears tight t-shirts and he's got a tattoo on his arm. It's a cat, a jaguar, or something. He's always smoking."

"I don't know, he sounds pretty cool to me."

"No way. He's old too, like ancient. Like fifty."

Freddy quirks a brow then shrugs. "You know what that means, right?"

"What?"

"I gotta meet your new daddy," Freddy grins.

His friend lives in a plain one story house on a boring small town street except Fresno's small town only by comparison to Los Angeles or San Francisco. It's still the armpit of California anyway. Freddy and his good buddy are hopping up the front steps to come through the living room. Someone's home, Ms. Friend's Mom, and there's someone else too, presumably Mr. Future Friend's Step Dad. He comes to the door first, hair combed back, cigarette hanging from his lips. His arms and torso are thick, built like a brick shit house they say, pushing the seams of his plain white t-shirt to their limits. Freddy notices a snarling black panther clawing its way across the man's meaty forearm. His friend wasn't kidding. Freddy's caramel apple green eyes light up to finally see this guy up close.

"Boys," Mr. White says. He nods to the one who isn't Freddy, "your mom's working hard on your next meal." Then to both of them, "you kids want a pop?"

Freddy has to stifle himself. The pun's too good even though he probably doesn't mean it that way because he's from the midwest or whatever.

His friend rolls his eyes. "We can get it ourselves." He pushes through the door.

Mr. White raises his palms in a sort of hands off gesture. He's learned how to deal with asshole kids, but to the shorter one with the floppy butterscotch blonde hair, he smiles.

"Hi," Freddy says, suddenly feeling a little shy. He follows after his friend quickly. "Hey what's your problem. You act like he shot your dog." His friend doesn't have a dog.

"Did you see how he just stood there, like he owns the place? 'You kids want a pop,' give me a break."

"Are you pissed he didn't offer you a beer," Freddy asks smugly.

"What the fuck, are you on his side?" The other boy makes a face.

"Freddy is that you?" His mom calls from the kitchen.

"Yes Mrs. Cunningham. Ms. Cunningham," Freddy's quick to correct himself. Wait what's the last name for a recent divorcee??

"Honey will you stay outside and send Archibald in here." Emphasis on her own flesh and blood's full first name is never a good thing.

Freddy looks at his friend and shrugs sheepishly. What the hell can he do about it but hope his friend goes willingly? Which he does. Whew. Except it leaves Freddy with Mr. White. He looks over his shoulder to the other side of the living room. The old man's got his eyes on the TV.

"You wanna sit down?" He asks.

For a second Freddy has that deer in headlights look. He shakes it out quickly, come on man be cool, then he takes a seat next to Mr. White. A couple silent moments pass.

"Are you...from around here?" Freddy asks.

"Are you," Mr. White counters with ease.

"Uh," he doesn't know how to answer such a weird yet simple question. "Yeah, I am. I don't want to be though, I'm gonna get out of here to LA."

"LA's not bad," Mr. White puffs his smoke. "It's a killer on the wheels but it's a decent place. A guy could disappear there, get away from it all and make himself a new name."

"Uh."

"Like a noir picture," White grins, having caught the kid by surprise. "You like those?"

"You called it a 'picture'," Freddy remarks, "they move now you know. We call'em movies."

White rolls his eyes. "Another smartass kid."

Freddy can't help but laugh. Just when he's about to say more, a young woman and a young man come bursting through the front door.

"Mooooooooooooooooom!"

"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."

White smiles.

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?"

"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.

PFFT, I love the ending twist. It all did seem a little surreal, like it was being told second-hand. Excellent storytelling.

Someone else linked to this and OMG. OMFGGG.

I literally had to stop reading a few times because I was so turned on. God DAMN your porn is filthy in the best way. Perfection.