whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[Hey, now... Hey! Before he can muse on how sweet it is to be loved by that son of a bitch he's trying to hold em all. Maybe they did pick out one too many. If the old man was a big dick he would put back a selection of the kid's.]

Deal.

[Huff. Anyway. Videos to the counter leaving Freddy alone behind that dark curtain.]

[Hey now don't do that unless you don't want to get a blowjob tonight, Lawrence Dimick. That might just be what Freddy has in mind behind the curtained area, lips prepped with a swipe of chapstick, yes he carries chapstick for special o...o...what is that on the covers.]

...and you're sure all of these are the same price as that sign over there?

[Old men gotta be absolutely certain of these cash money investments. He does this out of earshot for Freddy. Sometimes these kinds of antics are amusing to him for the wrong reasons.

The answer is still yes. The young brace faced lady is adamant. Well then. That being said, he makes his way to that promisingly exclusive area. Wait a minute. He pops a stick of gum into his mouth. In case Freddy wants any. Some of that extra lasting sorta stuff.

(Because something's gotta.)]

Dude. Get in here.

[Freddy says when he feels a presence nearing him. Considering there are only two customers in the whole place at the moment it has to be Larry right? Sorry man he can't poke his head out and check. Just...just...there are people literally attached to each other head to end to head to end and OH GOD WHY.]

[The curtain actually blocks out a considerable amount of light. It only makes the realm behind it more dark and hopeless. Here comes your man, Freddy.]

Hey did you find--?

[Is that a woman with prosthetic udders? Larry puts a hand on Freddy's shoulder.]

[The only way he can ask WHAT THE FUCK is to mouth it at Larry once he's inside while grabbing him with one hand and waving the other at the covers. There's a small screen previewing movies with the sound off. It doesn't help a bit. A plant is being serviced and it's not in any way any one who ever sexed up Poison Ivy would ever consider attractive.]

...People don't really rent these, do they?

[Your old man has been around the block a few times, Freddy. That doesn't mean he's not openly showing a fair share of disgust and altogether confusion at what he's seeing.]

Damn. There's a few of em, okay? They all can't be like that.

[Ahem.]

Looky here. This one's called Space Probe.

[Confident it is something more their speed he picks it up and turns it over to find all of those cocks belong to one thing.]

What is this, man. Shit I know I can be a little teeny tiny bit nasty.

[He gestures 'teeny tiny' with his hands. This is an understatement. Then the kid waves a box with some man in a suit fucking a big giant fish in an alley.]

But this fucking takes the caaa....

[Oh. Oh. What's this. Look at that woman getting stuck in every place imaginable, some with more than one cock in the same hole.] Does it have a dude in it.

By who's count?

[He's seen what you do Freddy. He's seen it. And on a large scale it wouldn't be too nasty, for his own the old man's seen the whole spectrum. And he loves it, thanks.]

Earth is invaded and unprotected in this sex-sational film. An insatiable being will stop at nothing until the planet and everyone on it is fucked.

[He's gotta hold it just so at the right distance to read it correctly.]

Based on the names it might.

[So hard to say now that girls are named Ryan and Sean.]

[The way Larry has to hold the box to read it doesn't escape Freddy's notice but that really takes a backseat to the movie itself right now.]

Well it says everyone so it can't be just a bunch of chicks. It's gonna have to fuck the men if it wants to take over the whole planet.

[Freddy talks like this is about the dynamics of the actual story and not about the swelling that's slowly building up in his pants. As for the count well, let Larry keep his own definition of Freddy's nastiness in his head. He's the only one who truly knows the extent.]

[It's the shitty print being all small and boxy. With a newspaper it's lighter and he's not trying so hard to read it out loud. Well. Loud enough for the both of em. Larry isn't sure if he should put it back or really make sure it's real.]

Sure. I never thought that much dick could come out of something. That's gotta be special effects. Being that hard for that long with that many people...it just don't happen.

[Sure would be great though. But then that would put the makers of Colossus out of business. Why would anyone ever want to do that?]

Maybe it wasn't made on this planet.

[Er, well, their home planet that is. It could have been made on this planet or someone else's home planet but if that's the case does it mean some alien civilization fantasizes about fucking earth into submission?? Food for thought. Still not enough to distract Freddy's focus from all those cocks going into all those places.]

Maybe each cock has a mind of its own, you know like they're one thing but they can do their own thing at the same time.

[Hands are flapping Nudge. Hey Larry, somebody very very close to Freddy wants to say hello down below. The kid doesn't even know there's color in his cheeks too.]

[Brown eyes are right on Freddy's face even with all the dicks and tits proudly displayed on the packaging. His mouth pulls up on one side.]

Sounds like you're really thinkin' about that a lot.

[Those hands flapping and that shade of color to his face even with the shitty lighting say it all.]

You wanna see what else they got over there?

[Head tilt, head tilt to the farthest end of this secluded, dark aisle. He knows Freddy Newendyke.]

[Caramel green eyes look left then right before he starts moseying on that way.]

You think he's hiding back there?

[Freddy utters under his breath, for Larry's ears only. Obviously, because of all those cocks, the alien has to be a man.]

No. Not that I see.

[His hand is at Freddy's back, ushering him there like he needs the help. Nope. Not at all. Two feet walk without being led. Fine then, it deserves an ass grope.]

What would you do if he was? Welcome the new regime?

[By bending over he figures.]

I thought you'd be a fighter.

Sometimes you gotta fight with your brains over your fists.

[Freddy argues though the only 'fight' he puts up is a shrug upon being ushered into a corner. He glances over his shoulder at Larry, rear caught in his paw.]

Usin' my body to keep you alive.

Tell me how.

[Closer now. Larry pulls so that Freddy's rump is against him. The old man isn't hard yet. And even if he was, well. They can't quite fuck here in the usual way.]

How would you get back at that fucking monster.

[As he gets a hands on idea of how much he's thinking this all over.]

[Larry might not be hard but Freddy is so guess who's going to be holding the videos in front of him if he can't take care of this right now. Fucking is out of the question. He swallows a lump in his throat. Tell him how, he asks...]

I'd let him fuck me, one dick in each hand, a dick in my mouth, let'im put two in my ass. Let'im--fuck me until he's so fucking addicted he can't live without me. Until he's desperate. Nobody else's ass comes close to what I gotta give, then he'll give me the fuckin' world.

[Yes Freddy thinks he's that special, but then again this is more for Larry than some tentacle fucker.]

[Correction. He wasn't hard before Freddy started to talk all filthy like that. Now there's something growing more firm from under his denim.]

You are addicting. That I know, man.

[Rub, rub, rubbing on him, humping him like a dog. Fuck this won't do. Larry sighs thickly.]

It'll be messy. Are you up to all that work and sweat?

How d'you think I figured it out?

[Being addicting, that is. Can they really do anything in here? He had putting his mouth on the old man's dick on the mind but with this new friend of theirs, the alien on a single movie cover, well a taste isn't going to be enough. From the feel of things it doesn't seem like it's going to be enough for Larry either. He rubs back on his swelling thick dick.]

You gotta be kidding me if you gotta ask.

[He tilts his head back, chapsticked lips parting.] My ass is always ready.

[For Mr. White.]

You did it to me on purpose?

[Naturally Freddy made him want this fucking kid all the time and never being satisfied. All by careful design.]

Except it's all tight, baby. Can it take that much? You need me to pull you on open.

[Grinding harder with a more defined bulge in his own jeans.]

They gotta have a can. I can't fucking wait until we get back.

[Even though he's trying to make designs so that they can both have their way he does not let up stroking and rubbing Freddy's cock through his clothes. He's trying to make a wet spot.]

I dunno, did it work?

[Oh shit talking smack like this is getting hard--literally--when there's a paw cupping his cock and balls through his clothes. There's no way he can shift or move to remotely reflect the tightness his ass can provide when denim's pulled taut across his rear. Fuck.]

Uh huh. I need you, man. I need you to open me up like a fuckin' space invader.

[Oh a can is a good idea. Real good idea. If only they could walk out together like this. It's just not that kind of store.]

You know I'm going to. Lube you up just enough and push on in.

[Extra heavy lean there. He refuses to let go so soon and snakes a paw up on under his shirt to punch his nipple at the very first touch. This is a full out assault. Teeth bite at the kid's earlobe while the bear mauls as he will.]

That's when you're the tightest. No two alien dicks'll fit in all at once.

[All over moves at this unfair warp speed to make the most of these precious seconds they're alone behind the curtain.]

They wouldn't be able to appreciate it.

But first....

[Cold turkey he let's go and steps back--only when he's sure Freddy's not gonna fall down.]

See you there. Don't make me wait.

Uh huh.

[Well now it's Larry's turn to pour on the filthy talk like it's lube all over his dick and asshole. Freddy's thighs are already spreading wider as if that's really going to help. Shit. His ass presses back right onto his crotch for the treatment to his now erect nipples too. Shit.]

Guess you gotta--work me up for the invasion...

[Ohhhhh fuck no. He gasps almost a little too loudly when Larry pulls away. God dammnit. The kid spins around with a huff, flustered, a victim of karma. He has to force himself to wait at least five seconds before following the old man.]

[Keep walking. Keep walking. Don't jump him back there, at least in the toilet they'll be a locked door. Larry forces his pace even and easy as he strolls to the register like it ain't no big thing.]

Bathroom?

[Easily directed. Not hard to find. Freddy might already have an innate idea of where it is if the old man played the cards right. It's a double edged sword. He is practically getting the shakes, jonesing for his fix. Just their luck though... one of those unisex two stall rooms. Oh well.]

But I ain't no madman.

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