"Fuck almighty," the old man moans, "you're a beautiful boy."

"Th-thanks," Freddy utters, "Mr. White." He reaches up to touch over those thick sticky fingers holding his legs, then down to where White's lap meets his rear, to feel his cock inside him. Jesus Christ how does it fit.

"I'd have...a smoke about now," he swallows and shakes his head to keep a fallen curl of graying brown back, "but you took mine."

Huh? (Oh shit.)

White pulls out of Freddy fast enough that he gapes for a second and when his hole squeezes back into shape it leaks a bead of his cum. White stands up to grab the nearest chair then pulls Freddy over to him by his wet floppy haired mess. The old man sits down and forces the kid over his knees. "Did you think I wasn't going to notice?"

Freddy flaps his hands. "That was before...! I didn't think...!" That they were going to end up fucking each other. Freddy thought his only chance of leaving with White's smell on him was by stealing his cigarettes. Boy was he wrong.

"You should've asked." White pulls the kid's arms behind his back. "Stealing's a hard habit to break, son."

"I didn't mean to--"

White cuts him off with a hard broad hit to his backside.

"Shit you're crazy--!!!"

White hits him again. And again. And again. After the fifth hit he pushes his cumstained fingers back into Freddy. "You're a bad kid. I give you my hospitality and you want to steal from me. You want to steal me from your buddy's mother. She's a nice lady." He takes his fingers back out and strikes his ass again.

"I couldn't help it!" The kid sounds like he could be crying.

"Because you wanted to fuck me, right?" He spanks him harder, leaving red marks on his ass cheeks.

"Yes!" Freddy can't hold it back anymore. "Shit I just wanted to fuck you...I wanted to fuck you, daddy." He sobs.

"Did you get what you wanted," White barks above the sounds of his palm striking the kid's rear, the backs of his thighs.

"I did, daddy. I got what I wanted. You fucked me good," Freddy whines. His nose is running from the pain. It's completely different from the ache in his asshole.

"I'm gonna keep fucking you too. Whenever the fuck I want." White growls, "beat some fuckin' sense into you."

Freddy coughs. "You can fuck me anytime, daddy."

Satisfied, White stops hitting him and wets his fingers again to open Freddy up. He finger fucks the kid until he's writhing in his lap. This time his orgasm is dry. There's no cum left in him except for White's leaking out of his sore hole. Enough's come out to stain his balls. It makes White smile. He bends Freddy's leg back to press a kiss to the arch of his foot.

Orange is fast asleep in their bed, the kid's way too fucking spent to be conscious. White's sucking down a Chesterfield and splitting his attention between watching his partner sleep and watching the traffic lights flit between the blinds. He wonders what was fact and what was fiction in that whole scene, if he gave away too much or gave far too little. In the end White is just pleased they never had to use the safe word.

Lol I worry about this one and wonder if people think I'm just freaky because I didn't set up the twist strong enough, so I'm really glad it worked for you anon!