"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.

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