Date: Sun, 08 May 2016 01:13:21 -0400
From: Tomak <tomak123@aol.com>
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse, Jeremy 163 part B (Revised)

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DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, JEREMY, GREYSON, AND THEON

Episode 163 part two or 163--B

"Hosting."

"What do you suppose that means?"

"Oh, that one's easy. They're able to have our offspring within them
without any harm to themselves."

"That's fantastic. It means we're compatible."

"It might not be so hard to figure out their members."

"Except this. Members must be hard. What do you suppose that means?"

"I don't know. And look at all these symbol combinations."

"Forget that. What does looking mean? Or this...looking to bone
someone. Does that mean they have the ability to reduce us to our skeletal
figures?"

"This one has a skeletal figure. Anors only? What does that mean?"

"Not sure. Poop from there? But again these ...waddya call it, letters?
There's Poz...aren't they life forms in the planetary system of Eridani?"

"Maybe but all these letters. If these are all beings from other planets,
then these Earth people have more knowledge of our universe and its races
and life forms than we, at first, gave them credit for. I mean there's FTM
---that must mean future time mechanism, so maybe they travel through
time. There's DL---Dog Lightstar perhaps?"

"All these...BB, RAW, PNP, M4M, VGL, VERS, BTTM. That's gotta be at least
five major systems with very dangerous races."

"It could be a dangerous move to fool around with BTTMs."

"Maybe this one likes vanilla ice?"

"The rock star?"

"Oh, Vanilla Ice is not a rock star."

"I know, have you heard his music?"

"One of them is asking why you do not have something called a pic."

"Could be that axe thing we were researching earlier. I wish we had more
open line of communication. Should I answer him back?"

"Yes, try it out. Maybe he can direct us to more humans. Maybe they can
give us their beef."

"Can you give me your beef?"  The green skinned naked four foot alien typed
into his console.

"You just blurted that out without any other previous contact?"

"I've had some previous contact with this one. I recognize the name."

"How did it go?"

"I think well."

"I can make it worth your while. I have a lot you would want."

"Good contact. Better. What's he typing back?"

"You sure are full of yourself. I wonder what that means?"

"Perhaps he wants to know if our energy exists inside our shells or
outside. I'll type inside."

Inside.

"I exist into my own body."

"Yeah. I'm sure you are."  The human wrote back. "You call yourself Alpha
Male."

"That is what I am. I cum from Alpha. I am an Alpha Male. I come from a
family of stars."

"So what are you after?"

"Your beef."

"Try this..."  the other male green alien handed him a read out on a
tablet. "I found some of this on my communication system that has, like
you, tapped into something called GRINDR."

"Fuk or date?"

"How about you take cyanide?"

"I guess if that is what it will take."

"We have some of every Earth mixture that we could manufacture from the
little information from their space signals from that satellite that passed
us. We are sure it is from Earth. The image of the body it showed was all,
like this one, pink and fleshy."

"Pretty, aren't they?"

"I think so, too. But are you sure you should take any of their mixtures?
We do not know what they will do to us."

"He seems to be friendly enough. Besides, he's typing that it will get me
ready to receive his beef and he might want to take some, too, if someone
like me wants his beef. I think it helps them to digest beef better."

"Maybe it makes it slide down faster and not so thick."

"If I take cyanide, will you grant me access to your beef?"

"Sure, Alpha Male, sure."

The alien took it. And fell over. His second checked his body. "Alpha dead?
An act of war." The other alien called an all points alarm to the huge
starship that presently hovered over London, England. More starships
hurried toward Earth to join them.


GRINDR ALIENS


Jesse came out of the TARDIS threshold and doors to emerge in the den of
the Doctor's Long Island home. He had on an outrageous speedo. On one side
it was blue background and white stars, on the other it was red and white
stripes. He lifted the thick shades he had on over his eyes. He does a
ballet move called a passe'. "How do I look?"

Jeremy sighed. "The Fourth of July was over a long time ago, Jesse."

"But do you like it?"

"Yeah. It...It's gonna make me have to take my speedo off."

"Cause it's constricting your bone?"

"No, cause it's...you're it's by the way... making me wanna bone ya."

"Nice. Desired result achieved, master, as K9 would say."

"Are you ready to go?"

"Can't we just...I mean why can't we just, you know, take this ole thing."
Jesse patted the side of the door of the TARDIS. He felt it hum.

"You shouldn't have called him old. I think the Doctor has to repair it or
something in it. Besides on the beach...I suppose we could find a spot
somewhere there to park it away from prying eyes. But isn't it much more
fun to..."  Jeremy approached Jesse and put his arms around the boy's hips
and behind. He was wearing a more standard bathing suit but their bare
stomachs met as their chests touched.

"Do this, yeah I know."  Jesse breathed out on Jeremy, who took it in.

Between them, flesh mounded up.

"No, I mean to travel in Bessie. Drive there. Take the scenic route?"

Jesse touched the side of the TARDIS. "Oh, he meant no offense old boy."

"No, I love the TARDIS but...he's certainly quicker but sometimes I love to
take the long way round. See the sights."

"You just wanna scope out some babes," Jesse laughed.

"That, too. Say, where'd you find that?"

"In a chest in one of the older storage rooms."

"Seems pretty new to me, though," Jeremy felt the fabric at the front of
Jesse's crotch. This had the effect of a double excitement. "Now, that's
what I call a double helix."  Jeremy laughed as his rising action wrapped
and twisted around Jesse's rising action, even though the speedo material.

"Mmmmm," Jesse said and shut his eyes. He felt up Jeremy's hips and rubbed
the youth's solid, toned abs.

"Maybe we should just say fuck the beach and stay on in today!"

"No, I want to go out."

"Dressed like we're back on Fourth of July?"

"Time travelers can't concern themselves with...ahhh, maybe you're
right. Perhaps it is out of season already," Jesse shrugged, his body
moving against his lover's. He started into the TARDIS again, leaving
Jeremy's filled cock to start to sag a bit, heavily but also wet. "Maybe
I'll try those one sided speedo thingies."

Jeremy laughed. "That's even more outrageous."  He walked into the TARDIS
and in that same room found a set of bathing trunks ---only this one had
the shapes and colors of the flag of England.

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Jeremy ran out the door. "I wanna show the Doc. Hopefully, he's ready by
now."

>From the bathroom in his room down the hallway, the Doctor called. "Not
everyone can just roll out of bed and look the way you do, Jeremy."

"Nonsense," Jeremy returned, "You fab rolling out of bed."  He turned and
called back Jesse, the TARDIS doors both open. "Are YOU almost ready?"

Jesse called. "I am but I just have to get...JEREMY! SOMETHING'S HAPPENING
TO THE TARDIS!!!"

Jeremy turned and saw the TARDIS vanishing. The doors slammed shut as he
sprinted at them. "Doctor! The TARDIS is disappearing!"  He could almost
see the decorative wall painting of a rushing river and surrounding
forestry and rocks behind the TARDIS.

In the bathroom, the Doctor was absently brushing his teeth while in his
free hand staring at the dematerialization circuit in his left hand, which
he held aloft.  "Waaa? Nonsense. The TARDIS can't go anywhere without
this..."

Jeremy was just able to stop himself as he sprinted at the doors. He saw
the image of the big blue box slowly vanishing. But he heard no tell-tale
sound of the usual dematerialization. Rashly, he grabbed the sides of the
box, spreading his arms wide and holding onto it. "JESSE!"

The Doctor came running, blue TARDIS colored and designed toothbrush in his
mouth. "Waaaa da fuck?"  He had on his blue bathrobe and under that a light
blue T shirt that read in TOMORROW PEOPLE font, "Trust me, I'm THE (an "A"
crossed out) Doctor."

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He also wore light colored gray/blue stripped pajama pants that he hadn't
worn since the Sycorax invaded the Earth. He was sure that the pants and
the blue bathrobe he also had on, belonged to a ...friend of Jackie
Tyler. A very good, sexual friend.


He was just in time to see the TARDIS vanish with Jeremy clinging to it and
Jesse inside it.  "Ohhhh...kay..."

Just then, the Brigadier came in through the den entranceway, which was an
open rectangular shape. "Doctor!"



Jesse flipped a button and the scanner screen uncovered the viewer. He
squinted and just made out a very hot, slick bodied Jeremy running from a
control room of a spaceship. If Jeremy or Jesse were familiar with the
control room of a ship called the Empress from NIGHTMARE OF EDEN but with
all the English in an alien language and some of the controls on the panels
looking a bit more organic as if it were a Zygon ship, which it was clearly
not. Small, green aliens were standing around watching the open door. One
pointed. All of them were naked but had no discernable private parts or
genitalia. Jesse looked there first. Simultaneously, the aliens picked up
large, see through multi colored plastic-like contraptions. Jesse frowned
as he realized they were some kind of guns. "Come on, old boy, translate
for me, okay?"

The TARDIS purred.

"Use the pressure guns. We do not want to kill him..."

Jesse smiled. "There's a change for a change."

Then he heard the alien finish with, "Yet."

"Maybe not."  He turned the scanner to outside the ship and saw Jeremy run
out a door and emerge on the hull of the ship...which was hovering some 300
feet off the ground. The wind whipped through his hair but the summer
breeze was warm.  He was surprised he could didn't find breathing that
difficult. He almost ran right off the edge of the ship. Far below, he saw
green rolling hills. He went wide eyed. He ran to the side of the door that
he earlier emerged from.

"Good ole, Jeremy, always in trouble."  Jesse smiled. "I suppose I can get
the TARDIS to him. It's just a short, little hop. I mean I've watched the
Doctor do this often enough."  He tried to remember. He thought about
it. "Oh, I can't remember."  He hesitated over a control. "No, no,
definitely this one."  He bit his lower lip. "I really must get him to
teach me formally."  He turned a knob and pulled a lever. The TARDIS sound
of vanishing issued out around him and around the aliens that were left in
the control room. The three little ones that were left hugged each other.

"I think I did something wrong."

The three little aliens were still hugging each other which was how they
were when Jesse found himself standing in the control room of the alien
ship, sans TARDIS interior ...and exterior. He had moved the TARDIS...but
left himself behind. In the alien space ship's control room. He realized he
had his fingers of his right hand crossed. He also remembered he was just
about naked. "Hullo!" He raised both hands up in a gesture of peace. "I cum
in peace."

"Is there more of you somewhere?"

"No, not piece. Peace. Take me to your leader."

"We are all the leader."

"What kind of guns are those?" Jesse asked as one pointed at him.

"Pressure guns."

"They're like stress guns, then?"  Jesse frowned. "Always violence."

"We are non-violent."

"You're friends are trying to kill my friend out there."

"They will only use to capture him, if they can."

"And if they can't?"

"If they kill him...oh, that. We are trying to enact our sacred honor."

"Oh, you're not religious, are you?"

"We don't think we are."

"Oh, thank God. That could lead to some good or some bad, depending on
whether or not you got your religion from the real God or some ...what is
this...who is that?"  He saw alien feet sticking out from under the
dashboard of the alien control panel. They were small toes...three of
them...and admittedly cute. He stooped to the alien and felt for a
pulse. "Not sure you have pulses."

"He's dead. Killed by one of your number."

"I'm sorry. But how? How did one of us even get to one of you?"

"Through GRINDR. On your GRINDR..."

"My GRINDR?" Jesse went wide eyed. "You've been on my Grindr?"

"Not your own but someone else's."

"Oh, good. If you were on my GRINDR, I'd be afraid that...well, never
mind."  Jesse wondered if these aliens were retarded. "Are you...?"  He
thought better than to ask them if they were.

"He told him to take cyanide."

"And he did it?"

"Yes, just before asking if we could have his beef?"

"A four way? I've liked those, too. You have to be careful about who you
listen to."

"The pressure guns do not kill."

"Oh, good. For a moment I thought you were going to kill us all."

"We want to kill you all."

"Oh. Oh? Really? Couldn't you...you know...like, just, not do that?"

"We are peaceful."

"Are you from some opposite talking universe? Like an anti -matter universe
where no means yes and yes means fuck me?"

"I do not think so."

Jesse walked backward, toward the exit that Jeremy had run out of. "Please,
do not. We do not wish to harm you."

"With what?" Jesse asked. "One of those?"

"The pressure guns do not harm directly but..." the little one talking to
him, pointed it at Jesse and he suddenly felt an invisible force push him
away from the door and he found himself sprawled on the edge of one of the
aliens' pilot consoles.

"I can't move."

"It uses pressure."

"I guess that's why..." Jesse felt himself released and he fell
sideways. He recovered and stood up. He looked at the alien. "I guess
that's why it's called the Pressure Gun."

"Yes."

"Original."

"Yes."

"What else can it do?"

"This." The alien pointed it at Jesse and instead of drawing him away, it
sucked him toward it. "On reverse."

Jesse found himself rubbed up against the little green being. It was odd
because he found himself stirring in the pants. He rose up. Against bare
green ...alien body. Which had no such reaction. Or so he thought. He
pushed off the alien once it stopped the pressure gun. The alien shook its
head. Even though the eyes were multi colored and changed from one color to
another, they were still expressive. Jesse thought he detected something
new. The alien body jerked...only slightly but Jesse would notice any
change in a body. Did he cause that reaction?

"Okay, so you can stop me if you want. Soooo...How are you gonna kill us
all?"

"We use what killed us to kill the killers."

"You mean like an eye for an eye? You're not gonna take me green blue eyes,
are you? That'd just be gross."

"No, we do not do an eye for an eye. We need your beef."

"Well, it's a very sought after commodity."  Jesse looked. "So, when are
you gonna start this take over?"

"Now. We will kill you first."

"Yeah, like. No. Can't you...I dunno, can't you just not go with the whole
killing thing?"

"We are masters are teleporting anything. It is how we got your capsule
here."

"Capsule? Oh, you mean TARDIS. Oh, that's no capsule that's just our
TARDIS."

"We scanned for advanced machinery to see if you could counter act our
sending of cyanide."

"Poison? Someone poisoned one of you?"

"Yes, that one."  The green little and naked alien pointed to the floor.

Jesse stooped. "He does look dead, doesn't he?"  He checked for life
signs. He put an ear to the thing's chest.

"We knew that only this machine was advanced and that some other
civilization left it here."

"So, how do you take the cyanide and put it in someone? Force it down their
throat?"

"Nothing so barbaric."

"We shall teleport it from this jar..."  The smallest one held a jar
aloft. "...into your stomach..."

"Hmmm. Couldn't you not start with me, though?  I mean if I can have a last
request."

The aliens discussed this among themselves. They agreed.

"Yeah, there's this guy on the other side of the Atlantic. He's usually on
this side. Usually he'd be right under us...in London or somewhere in
England. But right now, he's in the United States, Long Island. Could
you...could you please start with him?"


Jeremy thought he was too...uhm...exposed where he was so instead of
waiting for aliens to come out of the ship, he ran to what just appeared
(slowly and with a lot of noise) toward the right of the exit that just
opened and about twenty feet away...the TARDIS.

He wondered what sort of aliens would come out of the exit. It had a high
top so he thought maybe Ice Warriors or Ogrons.

He waited for battle and saw...naked, genitalia-less, little green men. He
blinked from around the TARDIS. He felt himself laugh and then admonished
himself: he should know better to judge by looks. AND they were holding
some sort of plastic looking guns. "Toys?"  The five that exited didn't
seem very...warrior like or war-ready. They stayed together which allowed
Jeremy several minutes of scooting behind and around the TARDIS exterior as
they searched around it.

Each time the five of them moved to one side, Jeremy hid around another
side. He felt, again, a bit of comfort from seeing how cute the aliens were
and how benign they seemed. He almost felt bad for them. Eventually,
though, he knew this game of look around the TARDIS would end...and if he
didn't do something soon, it would end badly for him. He put his back to
the TARDIS and began to think up a move. He peered around one side and saw
the five aliens moving toward the edge where he was. He held out a karate
chop...





"Brigadier. Not now. We have a crisis on my, ahhh..."  He looked at the
toothbrush in one hand and the dematerialization circuit in the
other. "...hands."

"So you do know what's happening, don't you? Why haven't you picked up on
any of your communication devices?"

"Uhhh? What?"

"You don't? Come out here!" The Brig grabbed the Doctor by the right
arm. He pulled him toward the front door.

"Lethbridge Stewart! Let go of my arm at once! What are you playing at?"
By the time the Doctor had stopped protesting, they were out the front
door. The Doctor stopped protesting. "Oh."

Hanging in the sky were massive cigar like, saucer like shapes. The ends
were like cigars and the saucer body almost didn't fit with the cigar
shape. They were also sort of bent on the center so that one could, if one
wanted to, walk on the craft's top side to the edge. The Doctor could not
think of why one would want to do so. It reminded him of a Sycorax ship in
some ways.

The Brig snorted. "I've been calling you for an hour! Cell phone, land
line, internet, email, text, even that old ticker tape machine you have in
that TARDIS of yours. Have you turned them all off? I know it's absurd
but..."

"An absurd butt. You said..."

"Doctor, please don't be juvenile. This isn't the time. Blimey, there. Look
overhead. There goes a great big alien invasion!"

"What do they want?"

"We haven't been able to communicate properly."

"Properly? At all?"

"Something about one of their members needed filling..."

"Sound vaguely sexual."

"Doctor, I said don't be juvenile. All the world leaders, even ones in
disagreement with each other have aimed all the weapons they can throw at
them...but look at those things. That won't work, will it?"

"You're learning, Brigadier, you're learning. Tell those idiots not to do
that. They should know who I am. That I stopped the Sycorax, Missy and the
Cybermen, the Zygons, the Yeti and the dinosaurs and the Ice Warriors and
those stupid eye things and the Daleks at that ridiculous conference. Oh
and who can forget those dumb Sontarans and their automobiles."

"They must be moments away from firing!!!"

"Then, stop them!"

"I..."

"I have faith in you, Lethbridge Stewart. If anyone can do it, you can. You
got through to me, so get them on the telly!"

"Why did you turn off your lines of communication?"

"I needed some peace and quiet to repair the dematerialization
circuit. It's had a work out of late. I've had to...look, can we chat about
this later? Stop your friends from doing what you would have done before
you evolved."

The Brig fumed. "Before I..."  He ran toward his jeep. "Yes, of course."

In the streets were dozens of neighbors looking at the skies. "Look to the
skies!" The Doctor waved to the women next door.

"I like your blue bath robe," was all the redheaded woman, short at 4'8,
could say. The Doctor thought she was in shock. She had once been chubby
but had lost some weight. Yet, she was still somewhat ...meaty but
leaner. She has her hair in curlers.

"Oh, all that up there, Mrs. Costello. It'll be nothing. It'll all be over
in a few...don't you worry. You just keep watching the skies."

"It's Abbott. Not Costello. And don't call me Mrs. It's Mizz."

"See. Mizz See?" The Doctor chuckled at his own joke. "Go back inside and
watch it on the telly, Ms. Abbott. I assure you, this will be nothing to
worry about. Just part of your history."  The Doctor ran back into the
house, "Only it's not." He took a few wires from a drawer in the kitchen
and ran to the computer room and took some more wires and metallic prongs
out of another drawer.

The Brig ran in the front door. "Doctor, what are you trying to do?"

"Hook the demat circuit up to something that will enable me to get to the
TARDIS. Right now, the TARDIS has a temporary one that can make it take
short hops but it could leave its passengers behind."

"Why would it be in their behind?"

"I hope that was a joke?"

"I..."


"No, don't tell me. We haven't the time."

"Well, I can see where leaving the occupants behind is a problem."

"Yes," The Doctor dropped his wires but not the demat circuit. "It won't
work. It won't work...I need..."

"What do you need?"

"A way to get up there."

"Well, what about the Who Mobile? Surely, one of them, the boys or the
robot dog, told you that I had it parked in your garage?"

The Doctor ran, bathrobe tails..trailing behind. The Brig ran out the front
door. He was about to run to the garage door, which opened, when he heard
Captain Hawkins call from his jeep. He ran to it. "What is it now, Captain
Hawkins?"

"They want to speak to you directly again, sir."



When he was done, the Brig returned from his jeep to report to the Doctor,
who pulled the Who Mobile out of the garage, watched by Ms. Abbott from her
front porch. She was holding a poodle. She raised an eyebrow.

The Brig was breathless but stopped at the Who Mobile. He pressed a button
to open the overhead vehicle. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Going up to the lead ship. I have a pretty good idea it was they who stole
the TARDIS. K9's given me a register on the Who Mobile's computer. Good
thing he was inside. The lead one is over ...England...Avon on Bath or
something. Terrible name. Always makes me think of Paul Darrow naked or
something."

The Brig frowned.

The Doctor shook his head. "We haven't time to argue. Did you get the
idiots to back off the big alien invasion?"  "For a bit. I think they've
given you 45 minutes."

"Nice round number, innit?"  The Doctor started to pull the door closed,
"This Who Mobile should get me there pretty quickly."

"I'm going..."  The Brig started to say.

"No, I need you here."

"So you're going to up to the lead ship and do what?"

"What I always do. Talk. To them."

"Talk? That's not...oh, yes, talk."  The Brig wasn't going to argue. "The
last time, it was the Ice Warriors..."

"Don't remind me how that went," the Doctor shook his head. "Time to go..."

Just then, a black jeep tour around the corner of the street the Doctor's
house was on. His house was on the opposite corner. Theon's jeep. Theon and
Greyson jumped out, Theon from the driver's side. "Doctor!"  They both
gasped.

The Doctor stood up out of the seat, "NO!!!"

"I agree. Two young boys up there is enough. You don't need another
two...say, what were you two doing anyway?" The Brig referred to the fact
that they were also in speedos. And they looked wet. Behind them, the
Doctor tried to gesture for help. He was gagging.

"We were swimming in the lake behind my house, if you must know, geezer."

Greyson turned to Theon. "Hey, don't talk to him like that."

Theon frowned. "I don't know why he insisted we come here. Everyone's too
stunned to drive. No one's on the roads."

"I wanted to see if I can help the Doctor."

"I bet." Theon said.

As they spoke, the Doctor was grimaced in pain.

The Brig didn't notice. He was eyeing up abs. "No, no way you two are going
with him."

"Where? Into space?" Theon asked. He sounded excited now, rather than just
angry and cranky.


"300 feet is hardly space." The Brig chuckled. "No, you two are to
stay...right here. They cannot come, right, Doctor?"

Theon jerked his body. "I can cum right here if I want to."

Greyson turned to look at him with a serious face.

Theon added, "I don't want to."

The Doctor managed. "NO!"

The Brig smiled. "Case closed then, the Doctor agrees with me."


The Doctor bent over in pain. "NO! Not that! Something's inhibiting my
enzymes. Argh! I've been poisoned. Not again!"


Greyson held the Doctor's shoulders, "What do we do? What can we do?"


The Brig held the Doctor up and this made the Doctor go wide eyed with
pain. He sniffed the Doctor's mouth. "You didn't eat anything this morning?
Smells like almonds."

"NO! They must have teleported it...directly into me. I can feel
it. It...it's cyanide.  Sparkling Cyanide."

 "What?" Theon asked as he ran after the Brig and Greyson who ran after the
Doctor. They entered the house kitchen. "I just became a nutritionist. I'm
telling you there's nothing...you can do!"

"I can't remember what stopped it last time. That was so long ago! I was
only TEN or so..." The Doctor nearly fell to the floor as he tried to open
the refrigerator door. Greyson and the Brig caught him as Theon opened the
door.

The Doctor saw it. "Ginger beer!"

"I beg your pardon. I'm not a redhead. Hate them."

Greyson turned to look at his lover. "You hate redheads? What's wrong with
you?"

"Ed Sheeran. Red headed douche."

"Jealous because of Taylor Swift?"

"She's my girl."

"I thought I was."

The Doctor screamed, "I need ginger beer."


 Theon grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator. "Doctor, there's no
cure. It's fatal."


The Doctor spat out the surplus ginger beer.


"Not for me. I can stimulate the inhibited enzymes into
reversal. Protein. I need protein!"

"There's protein in cum, but we haven't time..." Greyson looked down at his
dick. "Maybe not?"

The Brig went to the counter top. "Walnuts?"

The Doctor grabbed the jar from the Brig. "Brilliant!"
 The Doctor filled his mouth with them.

As he ate many walnuts, he tried to say something to the trio. He was
bending over in pain and also arching his back. It was as if he were doing
a dance.


 Greyson looked, "I can't understand you. How many words? One. One word."

The Doctor mimed jerking off.

"Jerk off? You need a jerk off?" Greyson asked.

Theon started to move forward. "I'm game..."

The Doctor put his hands up and mimed NO.

Greyson saw the Doctor shake his arm now. "Shake. Milk shake. Milk? Milk?
No, not milk? Shake, shake, shake."


"Cocktail shaker?" The Brig asked.

Theon looked at him, "What do you want, a Harvey Wallbanger?"


The Doctor gasped, amazed at this. "Harvey Wallbanger?"


Theon shrugged, "Well, I don't know."

The Doctor looked. "How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?"


Greyson grabbed the Doctor's sagging shoulders. "What do you need, Doctor?"


The Doctor gasped, "Salt. I was miming salt. It's salt. I need something
salty."


 Theon grabbed a bag of salt from the closet. "What about this?"


"What is it?"

"Salt."

The Doctor shook his whole body, "No, too salty."


Theon heaved the bag back to the closet. "Oh, that's too salty! So me's
cum!"


The Brig found a jar in the refrigerator on the lower drawer. "What about
this?"


Greyson smelled something fishy. "What's that?"

As The Brig said, "Anchovies."

The Doctor downed the contents of the jar. As they filled his throat he
mimed more words and clues.


Greyson asked, "What is it? What else? It's a song? Mammy?"

"Mammy?" Theon asked.

"I AM a music major."  Greyson turned from Theon back to the Doctor, who
kept miming. "Camptown Races?"

The Doctor balked out. "Camptown Races?"

The Brig looked. "Well, all right then, Towering Inferno."

"That was a great movie." Theon turned to the Brig.

"You like older movies? There might be some comradery between us yet, yes
indeed, young fella."

"THE DOCTOR'S DYING!" Greyson screamed.

"That's it, Greyson. A shock! Look, shock!" The Doctor mimed a shock with
his left hand. "I need a shock!"


The Brig pushed Greyson out of the way and Theon, too. "Right then. Big
shock coming up!"


The Brig grabbed the Doctor and kissed him long and hard. When he released
him, smoke issued forth from the Doctor's mouth.


"Detox. Oh my." The Doctor looked at the Brig and wiped his mouth. "I must
do that more often."  He blinked. The Brig swooned a bit. The Doctor added,
"I mean, the detox. It's why I stocked the house with those things in the
first place. But it was...so long...oh, so long ago now...almost forgot..."

Theon leaned against a wall but smiled. "Doctor, you are impossible. Who
are you? You make me want to live."

"You shall. We all shall. You all shall." He tapped Theon on the shoulder,
escaped from Greyson and the Brig first and then fled out the door toward
the Who Mobile. "Okay, I shall return."  He ran toward the Who Mobile the
driver side door of which was up and open.

Greyson tore after him. "Wait a mo! I'm going with you!"

Theon ran after Greyson. "Grey, stay here with me. I mean if the world is
going to end!?"

Outside, the Doctor was in the Who Mobile the door, which opened from the
bottom and moved up, was now closing. Greyson hopped into the Doctor,
literally, just making it as the door closed. The transport was
started. "Get offa..."  The Doctor shifted Greyson into the passenger
side...the left side.

"Offa we go!" The Doctor turned some buttons and the craft rose a few
inches.

"Doctor!" Greyson saw Theon leaning on the see through window on his
side. He had his bare arms up...those biceps. "Those biceps," Greyson
said. "Let him in."

"Grey...Greyson, we...we have no time to spare."

Greyson turned his head to the Doctor. "Open...the
fucking...door. Let...him...in."

The Doctor swallowed. "I...I've faced lions...Daleks...alien
tigers...monster giant sharks that fly...and you...but you...you scare me."

"I'm serious." Greyson snapped.

The door opened and Theon hopped into the front seat, nearly crushing
Greyson. "No, no, no, no, no, no. If you're coming with us, Tattoo, you're
sitting in the back."

"He's right. There's no room."  Greyson nodded.

Theon stared.

"And don't fucking dawdle!"  The Doctor snapped. "I opened the God...the
door for you. Now, do as we say."

Greyson made eyes at Theon, who shook his head and let out air in
disgust. He jumped into the back seat.

"Doctor!" The Brig ran out of the house with a radio in his hand. He was
just in time to see the Who Mobile rise into the air and vanish in a
whoosh...taking off like a shot. It was out of sight in seconds. The Brig
looked over at Hawkins, who was standing outside of the jeep with his gun
drawn. "Captain, what are you doing?"

"I thought..."

"You were going to shoot one of the boys?"

"They are naked."

"Not quite."

"Then, I was going to shoot at the ships up there."

The Brig sighed. "Good companions are hard to find. Very hard."


Jeremy waited until the first gun was rounding the corner. He hit it
down. The second alien, warily, waved his gun at him. Jeremy took it and
the others screamed and dropped their guns. A sixth alien and a seventh
came out of the exit. They held guns at Jeremy.

In the alien ship control center, Jesse asked, "So why're you here in the
first place?"

"We are here to serve beef."

Jesse rolled his eyes and squinted after that. "Oh, no, really? That's not
the name of one of your cook books, is it?"

"Say, I don't think so."

"I don't think so."  Another alien said and laughed at its own joke.  "Or
we are here to find our beef."

"No offense but judging from what I've seen of you all...you don't have any
to find."

"That is why we needed to come here."

"I don't see how you guys cum at all."

"In our massive ships."

"That's the only thing massive about youse."

"May we examine you?"

"If it will save me...I mean you some time. Go ahead."

The aliens had a table they ushered him back to. Jesse laid on
it. "Whoa. It's cold."

The green leader touched it with his hand and the table warmed up. Jesse
snug his back into it. "Woa. Nice trick. Good ability, dude."  Two other
green aliens, four feet tall, took Jesse's speedo down. They let go of his
speedo when they were in awe of his penis. "I suppose to you guys, it seems
even larger than...it does to my own people."

The first alien came around the corner and Jeremy wasn't sure why---
adrenaline or fear---but he may have hit the alien's small forearm too hard
for as the gun smacked the hull of the ship, the alien held his injured arm
and cried. He felt bad for the four foot guy. "Oh," he turned to the
alien. "I'm so sorry. So, so, so sorry! Are you all right?"  Before he knew
it the second alien came round the corner and he knocked that gun from its
hand, too. He did so with less force but the alien still cried and the way
its black eyes looked at him before doing so, melted his heart. Therefore,
he hit the third, fourth, and fifth and ultimately, sixth, alien with
varying degrees of less force. By the sixth alien, he just let his
shoulders drop in boredom and nonchalantly just took the gun from the
alien's hand. "I'll take that, little guy, thank you very much."  At his
bare feet lay the six plastic looking pressure guns. The aliens sat nearby,
nursing their own wounds and then looking over the wounds of their
comrades. "None of them were very serious wounds," Jeremy told them, more
for his own good. "You'll recover quickly."

Dropping the guise of nursing their wounds, the aliens let their hands drop
to the hull and touched it. Jeremy didn't like how they seemed to draw
power from it as well as how...all their black eyes simply stared at him...

Jeremy was not sure where the goosebumps started but he thought that he had
no body hair on his arms, legs, and ...well, mostly everywhere. He hated
body hair for the most part but the goosebumps he experienced went up and
down his spine. Peach fuzz? The aliens were currently scaring him...big
time. Their intense staring would culminate in something bad for him, he
was sure of that...



En route, Theon sat sprawled on the back seat. He yawned. He couldn't even
look out the window at the green ground or cities they passed. Below,
above, to the side...it all looked like a blur as the Doctor sped the Who
Mobile at incredible mileage. He leaned forward to find Greyson wide eyed
at the dashboard. "Greyson?"

"Mmmmm? I'm bored..."

Greyson frowned and turned to look at him. "Whatta you'll have me do?
Pleasure you?"

"Don't you care about taking care of me?"

"Of course. Don't I always take care of you?"

The Doctor was drawn out of his fast driving. "What're you two
talking...oh..." he said, "OH," as Greyson looked down at his own lap to
signal a clue to the Doctor.

Theon sat back. "I knew it would be the wrong time..."

"C'mon, you big baby, lean forward..."

Theon asked, "What?" He couldn't hear him over the roar of the transport.

"C'mon, lean forward."  Greyson put a hand behind him and in between the
seats. He found Theon's speedo top and put his fingers down it...on the
inside. He began to lightly jerk his lover.

"Oh...oh...that's...that's good. See...I told ya you take care of me."
Theon rose up. His back arched. Theon's pulse throbbed inside Greyson's
light touch...light even though it was his fist around Theon's member.


The Doctor, seemingly oblivious as Greyson did his work, effortlessly. A
piston formed a hard ring seemingly from nowhere filled Theon's shaft and
Greyson smiled as his forefinger and thumb felt it ring around from nothing
to hard inner circle.

Theon gave a soft gasp.

Stroking. Caressing. Massaging. Sometimes, using the same motion but
throwing in a difference every now and then to keep Theon guessing. Greyson
felt his own piston pushing against the front of his speedo. He knew,
without looking down, that there would be a significant wet spot at the
apex of his crotch.

Swollen soon, sweaty and wet with excitement, Theon drew in air and let it
out with each motion of Greyson's up and down fist movement. "Oh, you got
it, boy!"

"Boys, you got it."

Inner Spaceship gasps.

"Boys, that's soooo goodddddd."

Three sets of three alien fingers checked out Jesse's entire body. They
felt good to him. "Not too warm, not too cold. You guys are slick. Your
hands feel like cum."

"We do not know what that is."

"Yeah. I know. I don't know what to say about that. I feel for you guys, I
really do. You're kinda junk less. Say, maybe that can be your Earth
designation, the Junkless. Good name? Naw, whadda think?"  A finger moved
into his navel and it felt good. "Junk less...oh, belly button
sex...yeah..."

A drop of pre cum formed from a slight pearl. Jesse didn't mean to but it
just happened. The aliens jumped back. "Oh, it's all right, dudes. Nothing
to worry about. It's natural for us humans. It's kind a sex thing."

"We have heard of this sex thing. We cannot do that. At the same time, we
feel our race, long lived, is on its last legs..."

"I'm sorry."  Jesse's veins thumped along and as they were wrapped around
his entire penis, the foreskin unfurled, he knew his balls were about to
fire. Hands were lightly touching his balls, his penis, his foreskin, his
mushroom head, hips, all hitting erogenous zones along the way, almost
effortless. The change from a human sexual partner made Jesse find the
experience even hotter than ever. They were so non-chalant about it, not
realizing what they were doing. So innocent. So hot in touch.

Were they manipulating him? He decided they were not. They didn't seem to
have much malice in them.





Greyson couldn't help himself. He leaned back between the seats and put
lips to Theon's lower head. When he heard Theon's rasp, he knew he
scored. He put his hands along Theon's muscular forearms to steady
himself. Their eyes met as Greyson slipped the head into his mouth more
fully, rather than just tempting and teasing with lip and tongue. He wanted
to clamp down on Theon's base but the shaft needed some loving first. He
wrapped his tongue around Theon's cock and sucked. Soft moans. Smiles.

Greyson could feel the strong hands of a muscular, lean trainer on the back
of his head, gripping at first, loosening at certain moments. Feeling
through his soft hair. It turned him on some more. He gave a sideways
glance, once, at the Doctor...

The Doctor had a mischievous glare to his face as he swerved. "Flock of
seagulls..."

"Don't turn on the radio!" Theon gasped.

The swerves made Greyson's mouth fully slid down Theon's ample shaft to the
bottom. He took it all in. The move made Theon almost let loose, right
then, in Greyson's mouth. Theon's head arched fully as his back. The top of
his head hit the back seat.

"You're limber!" Greyson said as he let go of the member and didn't realize
Theon would not wait.

Theon arched his body forward in such a way that his head went into
Greyson's right ear. And let loose. White threads parted from dick
slit. The opening seemed to be alive of its own volition. Cum flew above
Greyson's ear and landed there to cake in the ridge above, some hit the
ridge and slowly dripped down ear, past ear, to lobe. And some cum and pre
cum made into the ear but not that deep. Greyson didn't care, he put the
whole dick back into his mouth. The Doctor swerved again, looking
determined. Greyson and Theon slid as one at the Doctor's shoulder, but the
back of the Doctor's seat stopped them for hitting him too much. They did
nudge him.

This made the Doctor lose control of the Who Mobile for a few second and he
made a yell.

>From the back of the Doctor's seat, Theon rolled his eyes at the Doctor so
that only Greyson could see him. He then leaned in on Greyson's face and
Greyson leaned in on his.

The Doctor finally caught in an inkling of what they were about to do:
kiss...


They were less than an inch from touching lips and tongues again...when...

"WHOAAA!" The Doctor navigated another turn, a twinkle in his eye and a wry
smile on his face.

Theon fell completely forward, over the middle assembly and face down under
the front dashboard. Greyson was almost crushed but managed to get his
upper body out of the way in time.

Theon's speedo, which was half down at the first upheaval, was caked with
cum and pre cum and snapped back as he first fell forward. He was headfirst
on the floor under the dashboard. His face were in multi colored wires.

The Doctor shifted his gaze and all he could see were Theon's tattooed legs
and feet sticking up in the air. One of his tattoos was...

"An octopus..." the Doctor said, gleefully.

Greyson put both hands on Theon's bare, sweaty but muscular back and shot a
look over the hot trainer, toward the Doctor. The Doctor took in Greyson's
angry face and accusing, locked stare. Greyson held this gaze on the Time
Lord lover.

The Doctor shrugged and let go of the steering wheel.

"You did that on..."

"OHHHHHHWAAAAA!"  They all yelled as the Who Mobile lost control again and
Theon, trying to get up, fell, long ways and bodily, sideways into, first
the Doctor and then Greyson.


Jesse's thoughts of anal probes gone...these aliens were gentle in their
touch. Their examination of his genitals with their small three fingers
hands gave him a HUGE orgasm which shot like a rocket. Three aliens had
worked on him. His swollen mound had impressed them with its girth and
length. They had rolled back the foreskin.

The aliens all bent over to examine...three of them with strange looking
things that were what Jesse could only assume were magnifying glasses. They
were examining ---first his own junk, dripping, and then, secondly, the
HUGE load that lay on the metallic floor of their control center.

The cum jiggled like jello on a plane. The aliens withdrew from it as one
when it did so. One of them touched it

"Taste it," Jesse suggested as he had an idea. He rose off the table and
began to explore the consoles of the control center. All the while he
looked toward the exit door. His penis was still hard but began to
deflate. He rubbed it because he didn't want the aliens to turn their
attention to it as it changed yet again. He wanted it to remain hard so he
jerked himself just enough to keep it up and almost flat against his
youthful, toned belly. He let it go to examine what looked like a
microphone. It slapped against his eight pack and splashed some residue cum
over the arch above his navel. He ignored the waterfall – like rain from
his ridge down over his navel to the lower ridge and from there, it dripped
down further, trailing and tracking the way toward his dick...an organic
trail from upper navel down hard, flat lower stomach to top of shaft.

As he used something resembling an alien towel that one of the little
aliens brought to him to clean the cum off his taut belly and the areas all
around it, Jesse looked at the screen. Jeremy was about to try to pet one
of the staring aliens.

Jeremy reached for one...

"No, Jeremy don't do that!"

The alien that was closest to Jeremy's hand suddenly changed. The face
seemed to spread out a bit as it opened his mouth in a hiss. Large fangs on
the formerly toothless looking gap were there and the hiss was like an
attack. The thing lunged up at him. Jeremy yelled and fell backward. He put
his hands out to stop his fall, almost like a backward bear crawl at the
gym. He did a backward bear crawl and in fear as the alien sprang at him,
body jumping up. Jeremy's hand hit something. He realized it was one of the
pressure guns. He whipped it up into one hand and grabbed another one with
the other. As he did this, he also sprang up onto his haunches and did a
squat, flexing his perfectly formed ass.

The alien that sprang at him was about to take a bite out of his chest
after its air born flight. In mid-air, it froze and Jeremy's pulling of the
gun trigger was the reason. Jeremy waved the gun and the alien was flung
from the mid-air cocoon and landed on the hull. It sprang back up.

Four other aliens retrieved their guns, leaving the fifth, whose gun Jeremy
had, to sprout its teeth at him and lunge, too. Jeremy used both guns to
pressure blast the alien away from him, closer to the door---from which
came seven more aliens with pressure guns. Jeremy shot the guns at the four
near him and they fell. He couldn't tell if they were dead or not but he
wasn't sure he should care...

The new seven shot pressure guns at him. He met their fire with his
own. One of the fallen aliens crawled at him from behind.

Jesse could only watch in horror as Jeremy fired the two guns at the
pressure field of seven and he was being forced away from the TARDIS area
and toward the edge of the hull. At the same time, the alien behind Jeremy
went unnoticed. "Jeremy, look behind you!"

Jeremy glanced behind him at the edge of the hull, which he was being drawn
to as the pressure forces from the seven were too much for his two. He
failed to notice, in his quick look, the alien crawling at him from behind,
fangs bared.


Jesse said, "Is that a mike?"

"Yes."

Jesse picked it up. "Jeremy, if you can hear me at all, the guns work with
force fields or pressure of some kind and they have a reserve! Like a
magnet!"

Jesse winced and added, "Oh, yeah and there's an alien right behind you!
Watch your behind you!"

As the alien from behind grabbed the gun in his left hand, Jeremy was
surprised by it. He turned and shot that alien away from him. On its
stomach, the alien slid away from him toward the pile of recovering aliens
near the hatch. If it were a cartoon, Jeremy thought...he'd hear the strike
of a bowling ball sounding out as it hit bowling pins.

"Thanks for the early warning, Jesse." Jeremy rolled his eyes but his turn
to do what he did...left him open to the pressure guns of the other seven
aliens. And he only had one gun...

He was thrown back first off the hull of ship, plunging over the edge into
the clear blue summer sky. He screamed but held onto the gun in his left
hand. Eight of the aliens looked over the edge and laughed with fanged
mouths. Jeremy's form was vanishing from their sight as the boy plunged
toward the Earth...some 250 feet below...his scream lowered as he fell...

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