whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

What jumped out of a tree over a bunch of big motherfucking gators and ran from some goddamn birds?

[Oddly enough for Freddy that qualifies as WEIRDER than the desert. At least in the desert everything was topsy fucking turvy. This is, this is supposed to be home. Maybe it's a curse who--SPLAT.]

.....

[Giant spider guts on the corner of the windshield now. The little shit shouldn't have dropped down from its tree at the wrong time.]

Nobody's gonna swallow this one easy.

[He breaks sharply but it's too late. That spider is gone for good. Looks like we're not the only thing that could use some spiffing up. Larry sneers and puts the wipers on which...smears that folded bit of paper with the dirty water and spider guts.]

All I want is food and to head on home.

You gonna ignore the ticket?

[Not a trick question, Dimmy, honest. He's just curious and wanting to prepare for someone running their plate. Actually, do they even have a legit plate? Nope, not registered to them anyway hah. Oh but Freddy kind of makes a face at the smearing.]

That's sick.

I'm not touching that.

[Paws gesture to the mess on the windshield.]

We'll worry about it when the time comes.

[Like all of his parking violations. Uh oh. There's a reoccurring theme here. Larry stifles a yawn as they roll along.]

[They have parking violations?? Hopefully the old man's been keeping those very very discrete otherwise the kid would have already done something to take care of them. Fff.]

Can we just go home? Eat somethin' in the fridge?

[More convenience for fucking their brains out because they just dodged dinosaurs and terrorbirds.]

You read my mind.

[Because they're going down the same old streets to the apartment. Larry hasn't opened it. It may be even a nasty note from the restaurant for littering their upscale parking lot all night with a crudy car. Who knows.]

The chances of fucking large spiders are low to none.

[If not, he is gonna shoot it. No doubt.]

[Freckled hands flap flap flap flap flap.]

Don't jinx it man.

Baby, we got plenty of shit to torch a spider with.

[Literally. Figuratively. Underground parking structure seems to be mundane enough as it is. They pull on into their place.]

Are you scared of spiders?

[Normally. Not talking Saya.]

What? No. I'm not scared of spiders.

[He stares at Lawrence Dimick like that's the most outrageous thing ever.] Just big mutant spiders. I like Peter Parker but I don't wanna be him.

[Big words. Freddy Newendyke doesn't want to be a superhero after all.]

[Locking up the car. He again stretches.]

That one scared me.

[Admitting it ain't no crime. He nods, catching big mutant spiders as a sort of fictional flair, Peter Parker sort of slips under his radar for now. So sue him.]

When you're a guy that out runs crazy animals, why be anybody else?

It looked pretty fuckin' big.

[Strrrreeetch after he climbs out too. Good to be not in a tree anymore. Also good he didn't piss his pants over the whole ordeal, that'd be a waste.]

I guess. I dunno about the birds, they didn't try following us.

[Bet they could have though, that's the scary part.]

I don't wanna talk about no birds.

[He's moved around the dented hood to stand on the same side of the car as Freddy.]

Maybe though, I wanna talk about what you did back there.

[Here, he'll remind the kid pinning him with his mouth and body to the side of the car.]

[Freddy's noticed this proximity. Nothing doing. Yet. He turns to fix a gaze on Lawrence Dimick, so far unsuspecting. So far--oh.]

Mmmphhfh.

[Pinned and silenced. Freckled hands go up that broad torso immediately. Frantically. Just another crazy fucking escape with their lives intact.]

[Not so far anymore. In fact he might end up a little squished. Sorry. He cannot fucking help himself.]

Right here?

[Or at the bottom of the stairwell for old time's sake. Whatever. Whenever.]

[Squished the way he is Freddy can't help but hike a leg up against Larry. Not high or anything, but...noticeably hiked. Yep.]

Anywhere.

[The kid breathes, granting the old man permission to pick his pleasure.]

[That's nice. Sure makes the old man get harder. For a moment he's ready to ask the officer to put his hands on the hood. A car sounds like it's rolling through the structure.]

C'mon.

[Bottom of the stairwell. No prying eyes, nobody but them. And for god's sake if there is another animal there he's going to kill it. Rubbing paws move only to grab him by both wrists to lead him away.]

[He'd be more than ready and willing if that's the case, even with the sound of other wheels rolling along. It sounds like Larry's made his own decision though so the kid goes with him, already getting hard at the prospect of fucking so shamelessly in public. Well, almost public.]

Gonna finish what you started?

[Oh is he asking for it. This isn't gonna wait. Not a second longer. Not when they were stuck up a fucking tree. Larry hauls Freddy behind a larger pillar.]

Stop talking.

[A solid shove before the old man crouches to get on his knees. His fine suit is ruined anyways. Unzip, unbutton and pulling his briefs aside to put his cock down the old man's throat.]

[Whoa whoa whoa, Lawrence Dimick, that is moving fast! So fast it makes Freddy rock fucking hard. His back is solid against the pillar that happens to mimic his dick quite well at the moment.]

Oh shit.

[He breathes, knees locking to prevent buckling. His fingers comb through the old man's hair.]

[He's not gonna be quiet about guzzling down his cock either. Slurp, slurp. This was what was supposed to happen hours ago. Today should have been round fucking two.]

Mmmmm.

[Going at it like he's never gonna see another dick again.]

[That makes two of them except Freddy's going at it like he's never gonna see another mouth like this on him again. Fingers in his hair turn into a deliberate grip on his head, holding on while maybe holding him a little in place too. These hips are starting to grind up into that mouth.]

Jesus Christ, Larry.

[Freddy huffs sharply, head tilted back.]

[He'll willingly be a proverbial fuck toy for Freddy. Rough breathing through his nose lets him get the full smell of flesh and lets him carry on longer. It's a happy place to be, here between these freckled thighs. He gently squeezes and rubs at his sack. Pulling back now, off and off. Anticipating the kid's need for steady movement he keeps on stroking.]

Turn over.

[Three. Two. One paws off to take down his own trousers.]

What?

[Oh he heard him. He just can't help speaking out because he's a flappy jaw kind of kid. A little more grinding into that paw and then he's turning over. His flappy hands leave Larry's hair to splay appropriately against the pillar. No spiders here so far, just mammals getting fucking hot and heavy. Freddy swallows in anticipation, rear already bending out just a little, begging for it.]

What're you gonna do.

[Clink goes his belt. Bare skinned ass to his exposed hard cock. This shit is gonna get real. Larry has his one use that has been waiting in his pocket for hours. Thank goodness wild animals didn't stop that.]

I'm gonna fuck you raw.

[Now slick cock head pushes on up against him. Wait. There is a furry body making its way through the funniest cave ever. The old man doesn't see it because it's not an appendage of Freddy's body.]

[Dum dee dum dee dum. Wombat's looking for grub but this ain't no outback, what gives? Oh well, it keeps lumbering on around the pair of mating beasts. Freddy hasn't noticed it either. Yet.]

Put it in me, baby. Stick your cock in me.

[The kid groans, ass leaning back as if that's gonna help him swallow the wet head poised against him.]

But I ain't no madman.

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