whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

...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.]

[Freddy keeps his ears sharp to catch the sound or gesture that points to the commode. Okay, Newendyke, now or never. He steps out of the area and casually makes his way over to the mensroom, quite obviously with part of his posture turned. Away from the clerk. To hide his boner. Yep. Real smooth. Maybe the clerk just won't give a damn, it's a dead end job anyway. Once inside though, well.

Freddy immediately starts undoing his own jeans.]

[As long as their not stealing. And if they were, the sensors would go off in the door frame of the bathroom or at the exit. Right now the video store girl turns the page of her magazine and sighs.

Once in, the old man grabs Freddy and hauls him into the larger stall.]

Took you long enough.

[The old man's got his own jeans undone. That appendages poking against Freddy now and then as they move ain't about to phone home.]

Hi.

[Oof. There we go. Right on over to the big stall pulled by heavy paws but don't think these freckled hands aren't doing anything either. Seeing his bulge still covered up by his briefs, boxers, whichever, Freddy's reaching down to fix that. He wants to see that cock in the flesh and make his eyes gleam. Oof. His back falls flush against the wall in here.]

How are you gonna take me?

[That's your cue to talk dirty, Mr. White.]

[Easy on the goods there. That cut cock stands and bobs erect now that it's free of his briefs. He shoves Freddy's jeans and trousers down none too gently.]

I'm gonna make you grip the bars and keep a leg up. You gotta hold on tight until I decide whether or not I wanna let you kiss the tile or make you get down on the floor and hope to God no midget gets in.

[Or anybody else. This isn't gonna be a quiet one, it's already apparent. For now it's just dirty talk. He takes Freddy's wrists and holds em to the handicap railing to demonstrate. It lets him growl his promises against the crook of his neck.]

[Since when did the old man's cock ever need kid gloves treatment? That's right he thought so. But hearing the way Larry talks his mouth is already watering, Freddy licks his chops.]

Keep thinking about it.

[Freckled hands work on down to stroke both their cocks--or not. Paws pinning him in this manner just makes him rock fucking hard. Freddy groans, soft and restrained as he cranes against Larry.]

Oh shit. Hurry up, Larry. I want you up in me. [Challenge accepted.]

[Words like that are like a new bouquet of flowers. This is their romance. The old man kisses Freddy's mouth while he's getting a travel pack lube out of his own jeans.]

It's just one dick. Just mine.

[Don't be fooled by words like that. Larry adores to be the cock that goes up inside him coated only in lube. He's generous about the amount. More worried about being too rough in his eagerness than any sort of a mess for them to deal with after.]

Slick and ready.

[More shoving of his denim down. As promised he helps lift a leg to press the swollen lubed cock head up against his ass.]

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