It was an afternoon like many others. Just the way the boys liked it. Sitting on their couch, eating chips, smoking some now legalized Canadian weed, and watching TV.
Kylie Minogue’s video for “Slow” was on, and for once, even our heroes couldn’t comment on the ridiculous, in-sync wiggling of the army of dancers, spread on towels. Their eyes were fixed on Kylie, lounging around on her towel.
After a long silence, Beavis finally said: “Hehe. When I score, I wanna score with a chick like that. Yeah.”
“Shut up, Beavis. You’ll never score.”
“Aha. Hehe.” Beavis thought about this bleak perspective for a moment, and then he added: “And neither will you, asswipe.”
“Huh, yeah, I will. I can score chicks.”
“You haven’t scored a chick in, like, 16 years.”
“Huh. Huh huh huh.” Butthead had to think about that. It was true. If he hadn’t managed to score in such a long time, what made him think he would in the next 16 years?
“We gotta do something about this”, he decided.
On the screen Kylie Minogue vanished, and was replaced by a guy flexing his muscles, and a fast disco rhythm, as he thrusted into the air also smoking some Canadian weed.
“Village People”, snickered Beavis. “Hehe. That’s gay.”
Macho, macho man… I gotta be a macho man…
“Hey, Butthead, I have an idea.” Beavis turned to his friend. “Why don’t we, hehehe, score each other? Nhehehe.”
“Dude. That’d be gay.”
“Yeah, but we’d score.” Beavis pointed to the screen.
Body, you'll adore my body … body, come explore my body … body, made by God, my body … body, it's so good, my body…
“Huh huh huh.” Butthead couldn’t deny the effect these words were having on him.
Body, wanna feel my body … body, baby, such a thrill, my body … body, wanna touch my body … body, baby, it's too much, my body…
“That’s not such a bad idea, Beavis”, he said thoughtfully.
Beavis snickered.
“I can, like, put my dick in your butt.”
Beavis, not really aware of the implications, kept on snickering. “You said butt. Hehe.”
Butthead looked his friend up and down and tried to decide how to go about it. Probably like with a chick. But – he had seen enough porn to know – they would need a little extra.
“Huh. I’m gonna go get the lard.”
“Heh. Hehe? Lard? What’s that for?”
“Your butt, dumbass.”
“Oh. Hehe. Butthead, are we gonna do it?”
“Yeah. Huh huh huh.”
“We’re finally gonna score?”
“Huh huh huh.”
Beavis couldn’t believe his luck. His dick was rising and pitching a tent in the front of his shorts. Not a big one, mind you, but a tent. He wanted to take care of it like he usually would. But not now. He was going to score!
So he just sat, staring at his crotch, his mind swirling around the milky way, until Butthead came back with his mom’s cooking fat.
“You gotta take off your pants, dumbass.”
He couldn’t finish his sentence before Beavis had chucked his pants and underpants out of the way.
And now, wrapping his mind around the idea that he would finally get to put his dick into a warm orifice, Butthead felt his own pants tighten. He had never wanted it so bad. He was going to score. Who cared that it was with Beavis, that asswipe!
He got onto the couch and got out of his pants and underpants as well. His boner was as ready as it would ever be. Butthead was actually afraid it might come off at the first touch.
Beavis sat there, snickering.
“Dude, you gotta lie down and, like, put your legs up”, ordered Beavis.
“Hehe. Like that chick in that porno we saw yesterday. Hehe.” Beavis obeyed, and Butthead’s near-empty mind couldn’t believe its luck. A stiff, red boner, nads, and underneath – the hole he’d put his dick into. It looked so very inviting to him. Tight. Warm. Amazing.
“Hehe. We’re gonna score! We’re finally gonna do it, Butthead!” babbled Beavis happily.
“Huhu. Huh.” Beavis took a scoop of lard and began smearing it on Beavis’s buttcrack.
“Eargh!” Beavis jumped. “What are you doing?! What are you doing, dude?!”
“Scoring, asshat.”
“Ah. Hehe. Hehe. You had your finger in my butt.”
“Huh. Huh. You said butt.”
There were no words for the fascination which overcame Butthead at the feeling of Beavis’s butt around his fingers. Soon his wiener would be inside this tight, hot, buttery soft hole. He couldn’t wait any longer.