Behind the Incinerator
© 2016
by
Jonathan Longhorn
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Chapter 7
Testing the waters, Courtney Applegate applied some pressure—pressing the thick, drooling mushroom’d head of his cock against Owen Rush’s tightly puckered hole. As expected, this was like trying to fuck a concrete wall with a cream stuffed kiolbassa sausage. He relieved the pressure, made several passes along Owen’s butt crack and his cock responded with another stream of pre-cum which gathered over that pucker. He paused. He pressed. The kiolbasa got no further this time than the last. He paused. He relieved pressure. He made several passes along Owen’s crack. His cock left the next stream of bubbling lubrication against Owen’s pucker and he paused. He took a deep breath. His mushroom pressed and he got nowhere.
He glanced up and saw that Owen’s eyes were as tightly clenched as his pucker hole. Big, tough Owen Rush was scared? Well, it made sense in a way. Until the last hour or so, Owen may never have even come close to being in ‘this’ position. He had no idea how to act or react.
“Open your eyes.” Court waited. Owen didn’t respond. “Owen. Open … your … eyes.”
Owen’s left eye opened. Barely. He took a second or two before he zeroed in on his friend’s boy-next-door face hovering over him. His right eye slowly joined the party and he focused more clearly.
“Is it….” He lifted his head and gazed down across his chest and abs, past his throbbing cock and searched for … what … he wasn’t sure. Shredded flesh? “Is it in?”
Court couldn’t help himself. He let out a snort and a soft laugh.
“No. We haven’t even started.”
Confusion. Bewilderment. Disbelief. Several expressions shot across Owen’s face upon that response. They hadn’t even started?
“Are you sure?”
Another laugh.
“Trust me, you’ll know when my dick is buried in your hole,” Court said with what he hoped was a sound of wisdom. Truth be told? He’d never done this before either. “Listen, dude. I need you to do what I say, here. ‘k?”
Owen gave Court a strange look. Do what he says? What, was Court suddenly his owner?
“What do you want me to do?”
“First, you’re gonna have to relax. I know you’re nervous about this but you’re gonna have to relax.”
Owen took a deep breath and nodded. Okay. He could do that. Maybe. But, seriously, he was about to get a foot-long monster shoved inside him. Relax? Right.
“Second,” Court said as he lifted Owen’s legs higher over his shoulders and he slid his knees farther forward—Owen’s hole followed along for the ride and pointed more fully toward the sky. His cock followed its prey automatically. Happily. Hungrily. Stalking its prey. This entire time during their discussion it had been continuously flowing with its sweet lubricating juices. “You gotta trust me. I’m gonna make this good for you, bro. I swear it’s gonna be good. You just gotta work with me, here. ‘k?”
Owen nodded.
“Good man. Deep breath.” Owen breathed in deep. “Relax.” Owen let the air slip through his lips. “Deep breath.” Owen breathed in deep. “Relax.” Air sizzled through Owen’s lips. “Deep breath and push out with your butt muscles.” Owen breathed deeply and pushed, although he had no idea why he was supposed to do that. “Good. Relax. Stay in my eyes now. Stay in my eyes. I’m gonna make this good for you. I swear, you’re gonna love my dick in you. Just stay with me, and….”
Owen breathed deep. He pushed out with his ass muscles. Huh, even without Court telling him to. And then he felt his puckered butt lips spread open a little and Court’s throbbing dick slipped inside a little. Oh fuck, this was it!
There was no searing pain. Where was the searing pain? Wasn’t there supposed to be searing pain?
“Good man. Keep your eyes fixed on mine, just like you’re doing. Stay in my eyes. Breathe. Push. Relax.”
Owen gazed deeper into his friend’s eyes and he breathed. He pushed. He relaxed. His eyes widened. Court’s thick mushroom slid in—spreading his butt lips farther open.
“Too bad we’re not filming this.”
Owen shot a curious gaze upward.
“Huh?”
“Owen Rush? King of the world. Ruler of the planet. Icon to gabazillions. With a dick sliding into his butthole. That would be one hot flick. Just think, I could make you a star!”
He was on his back. Here, behind the incinerator. One of his lifelong best friend’s had his legs up and over his shoulders and his dick was pressing into his butt hole. He still wondered where the searing pain was but he couldn’t help it. He laughed. More like a rumbling giggle maybe.
That was what Court was looking for. Owen lightened up and laughed and his butthole relaxed … his pucker lips eased up, and—Court snapped his hips forward—a couple of inches of his dick sank inside.
“That’s it. Good man. Again.”
Owen sucked in air and pushed with his ass muscles.
“Yeah, you’d be a superstar. That face. That body. That dick. Which, btw, is hard as a rock right now.” Owen’s face scrunched. He stared between his legs and saw that his cock was just like Court said—rock hard. “And you have an ass that could rule the world.”
Owen rolled his eyes and laughed. Again.
Court snapped his hips forward and drove two or three more inches of cock into his friend’s hole. The searing heat and clenching tightness were like nothing he’d ever felt before. He pulled back and then drove in again before Owen had a chance to freeze up again. Deeper this time. They both froze and stared into each other’s eyes. He could feel the beat of Owen’s heart in the tight muscles clenching his dick.
Court’s eyes dropped down to Owen’s pouty lips. He’d never noticed how kissable they were. What would that feel like? Taste like? Could he…? Would Owen…? Yeah, as if Owen Rush, the school’s superstar pitching sensation would ever let a guy kiss him. Still, he’d never know unless he tried. And, as bent almost in half as Owen was, he wasn’t in a good position to slug him so why not test the waters and see what reaction he got.
Here goes nothing….
Court leaned down and quickly kissed Owen’s lips. Several fast, light, little butterfly type kisses. Exploratory pecks, really. He just as quickly pulled back and scanned Owen’s face. Sky blue eyes were wide open in … bewilderment? Several expressions moved quickly across Owen’s handsome face. Some of it was probably shock that he’d be kissed by another guy. Maybe a bit of anger too. But…. There was something else there too. Something Court couldn’t quite place. An expression he’d never before seen on Owen’s face. Hunger? Lust? Submission? Whatever it was, it definitely didn’t scream stop.
Court leaned in again for a full-on lip lock. Pulse racing, not feeling any resistance at this point, Court deepened the kiss. Good gosh! He was kissing—and fucking!—the hottest, sexiest, best looking guy in the whole school! School, heck. Owen was probably the hottest guy in all of Bent Horn County. Never in a million years would he have ever dreamt this was remotely possible.
He pulled back enough to see Owen’s face flushed with a slightly dazed look, his lips a deeper shade of hard kissed red. Court felt like he wanted to devour Owen’s mouth. He kissed Owen again, harder, and Owen moaned.
Owen’s mouth opened for Court’s probing tongue … submitted to it. Allowed the invader full access to taste and explore and possess. He was so distracted by Court’s passionate kisses, his hole had almost fully relaxed and he felt Court’s hips snap forward and drive his dick farther into his hole. Pull back. Snap forward. Deeper.
Court pushed in deeper still and held his ‘foot-long’ motionless, allowing Owen’s hole to adjust to the invasion. Aside from being rather dazed by the hungry kisses, Owen didn’t really look distressed. More like he was trying to figure out what he was feeling. Whatever it was though, it didn’t look bad. Of course he probably hadn’t realized that he still didn’t have all of Court’s massive cock up his hole.
After several moments without any movement at all, Owen’s eyes were still closed, but his face had settled into a more relaxed look. As if he’d adjusted somewhat to the feeling of Court’s monster cock, part of it anyway, taking up residence inside him.
Court leaned down to kiss Owen’s left shoulder, exhaling hot breath on Owen’s ear as he moved lower, and was rewarded with a slight shudder. He grinned to himself, kissing the muscular shoulder and bent lower to lick and suck his way across Owen’s pec until he reached his nipple. He laved the nipple with his tongue, then his teeth caught the stiffened nub, and gently tugged and nibbled. He grinned to himself again when he felt a shiver, heard two soft whimpers and Owen’s chest rose and fell under the power of his teeth. A little bite mark wouldn’t hurt. Right?
A good portion of his thick cock still firmly imbedded up the ass of one of his best friends, he moved upward to kiss Owen’s throat. It bobbed beneath the caresses of his lips and then he butterflied his way up and over that strong chin and pressed his lips to his friend’s mouth.
Owen kissed back!
Encouraged by the favorable response, Court pulled his cock back—paused—kissed deeper into Owen’s mouth—and pushed his cock forward. Deeper. Taking more of his friend’s hole.
“Ermph.”
“Relax. Breathe,” Court whispered into the stud athlete’s ear. He pushed forward. More of his cock sank into Owen. “Open up for me. I know you can take all of it.”
As Court pressed back against his mouth, Owen’s nostrils flared. He felt his friend’s cock spreading him wider … driving deeper into him. He focused on Court’s words—glad that he was taking the lead in this maneuver. Ironic, this. Owen was the one who was always in charge in every aspect of their lives … of their friends … their teammates. On the field. In the classroom. At home with his little brothers.
But somehow, that dynamic had shifted. Owen wasn’t the one calling the shots. The one making the plays. This was … different. It felt…. Felt…. Good? Was that it? Yeah. Yeah, it felt good right now. Court in command. Court telling him what to do. Court in control. All he had to do was listen … obey … and take it.
“Ermph.” That thick cock drove deeper into him. Again. And, again. “Ermph.”
“You’ve got it all, ‘O’. I’m all the way inside you. I’m proud of you buddy. You took every inch.” Court bent in to lick, suck, nibble Owen’s left nipple again. He pulled nearly all the way out of that tightly clenched hole that he had finally fully breached. He drove back in fully. “That’s it. Take it for me ‘O’. Open all the way up and take it.”
Owen gazed up into his friend’s hazel eyes. Losing himself in them. They seemed to have shifted to a darker, more intense color. His mind swirled. Each time that Court pulled back and then thrust into him, he found a new sensation. A new discovery. He not only ‘felt’ Court’s balls crashing against his upturned butt cheeks but he ‘heard’ them smack … smack … smacking.
Court’s teeth grazed his nipple with each lick, suck, nibble. The nub became more and more sensitive—causing him to suck in air and he felt his toes curl and flex. He whimpered and moved under his friend’s manipulation of his body. Oh fuck he wanted this right now. He so wanted this. Oh fuck this was incredible.
Another discovery. The pain was gone. Fuck. Oh fuck. When had this started to feel … good? He felt full. Really, really full as that monster cock took him more completely. More dominant. More insistent. Creepin’ catfish. So that’s what it felt like to have a foot-long Subway Special Deluxe with all the trimmings rammed all the way up your ass. Pleasantly stuffed.
Court paused briefly. He lifted Owen’s legs higher—moved over him and took a more dominant position. His knees spread a little wider. His thrusts began to mix with rabbit jabs.
The newer, more elevated position introduced yet another sensation … another discovery for Owen’s swirling brain to process. The bulbous mushroom head of Court’s cock was suddenly hitting something. Something that….
“Fuck. Fuck!” Owen’s eyes bulged. His breath hitched. His throat gurgled incoherently. The quakes began in his toes … no, in his chest … no, in his cock stuffed hole … no, maybe in his soul? Yeah—his soul was at the epicenter of his quaking hole. No. The other way around. His cock stuffed hole was at the epicenter of his quaking soul.
“Wha … fuck!”
Court smiled to himself. Ah yes. This is the moment he’d been waiting for. He knew what was happening to his friend right now. Knew exactly what he was doing to Owen. To his mind. To his soul. He knew that Owen, the ‘straight’ star athlete would never be the same again. He didn’t say anything. He just kept jab … jab … jabbing. Thrust … thrust … thrusting into Owen. He leaned in and went for Owen’s right nipple this time. The nub was already hard, sensitive … hungry for the same attention it’s ‘brother’ had been getting over on the left side of his chest.
Court’s cock continued its assault on ‘that spot’. Shock waves spiraled through Owen’s body. Lightning bolts firework’d through his out of control brain. Somehow, he managed to lift his head enough to stare down between their heaving chests and flexing abs. They were both glistening with sweat. A steady stream was flowing from Court’s forehead down the bridge of his nose to free fall the short distance between them to Owen’s chest. Rivers flowed down Court’s arms—biceps, forearms, fingers, all. Glistening. Dripping.
He watched as Court’s enormous cock drove into his hole. Taking it. Owning it. Possessing it. He awed at the sight of his hole being fucked by that cock. He could feel it spreading open for that cock. Taking that cock. Submitting to that cock. The lips of his hole sucking in that cock. Needing that cock. Devouring that cock.
“Fuck … me….” Owen’s voice came low, guttural … pleading. “Fuck … me….”
Court responded with thrusts so hard, the sound of skin against skin … the smack of balls to butt cheeks echoed off the walls of the concrete block enclosure. Each thrust skimmed over that spot, sending Owen into a more frenzied state. He was panting now, his face a mask of pure lust and desire and … hunger for more.
Owen finally tore his eyes from Court’s deep thrusting monster cock and the sight of it pummeling his hole. He looked at his own cock—rigid against his abs. Thick. Throbbing. Drooling. Glob after glob of his precum fell to his abdomen and pooled. He watched as Court lifted his left hand and scooped at that clear liquid honey and brought it to his lips. Owen parted for those dripping fingers. He took them into his mouth. He licked and sucked them clean. The slurps joined the orchestra of sweat slick bodies and driving cock and smacking balls that filled the air there behind the incinerator. He tasted his own juice. He waited while Court repeated the scoops and fed him more … tasting, savoring … swallowing.
And, Court drove his cock into Owen’s hole. Over and over, and—over. He could feel his balls drawing up. Too soon. He wanted it to last. But no, it was all good. It was time to finish this—for now.
Yeah. It was time. Soon. Very soon. He wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.
Owen seemed to sense it, too. He could feel Court’s body tightening. He could see the veins in his neck bulging. He felt the intensity of that thrusting cock increase in desperation with each plunge.
“Cum … inside … me….”
Their eyes met. Owen nodded in response to Court’s arched brow.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Unghh….”
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Fuck!”
“Nnunghuck,” Court plunged deep and hard. His body froze and then convulsed. The first spurt of cum erupted out of his cock and bathed Owen’s hole. “Unghh.” Blast after blast. Blast after hot blast. Blast after blast of Court’s cum filling Owen’s upturned, welcoming ass. “Unghh….”
“Oh. Oh. Oh … fuck!” Owen felt his own cock burst. Cum shot up his abs … splattered across his chest … bulleted against his face. He came. And, he came. And, he came.
“Fuck!” Court cried out as he collapsed onto his friend’s sweat and cum drenched body. He found Owen’s mouth and crushed into those beautiful lips. Their nostrils flared … taking in the scent of their sex. Chest heaved against chest. Abs raked against abs. Court’s cock spasmed inside Owen’s deflowered hole.
Owen’s head swirled. He gasped for air. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
So that’s what getting your brains fucked out means.
Fucked out.
Fucked into mush.
Fucked into submission.
“Holy shit, Court….”
“Good?” Court lifted up and gazed into his friend’s eyes. He smiled softly. His own brain swirled, too. He’d just fucked the very handsome, very studly, formerly straight star athlete Owen Rush … there … behind the incinerator.
Best fucking birthday … ever!
*****
Above the Incinerator
Tripp McAllistar looked up from the work table and glared across the media room to where his project partner stood by one of the three evenly spaced, 10’ high by 2’ wide windows. Kevin had been standing at the window for at least 15 minutes. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he let out a frustrated sigh as he straightened up and stretched out his back. Fuck—it popped and creaked like his grandfather’s back. He guessed it was only reasonable though; he had been bent over ‘their’ project for more than an hour.
Tripp cleared his throat. He cleared it again, louder. And, again.
Kevin Stamp stirred. He broke from his mesmerized gaze out the window. He looked back across the dimly lit room. The expression across his handsome features was streaked with something … foreign. Eerily out of place on a face that usually had a countenance of confidence and shit-eating smirks. As it dawned on him that Tripp’s throat clearing was intended to catch his attention, his head tilted. A ‘tilt’ like a curious puppy. That, or—one that had just been caught with the remnants of his master’s slipper hanging out of its mouth … slobber dripping.
“What?”
Tripp looked incredulously at Kevin for several long moments before he let out a snort.
What? Seriously? He has to ‘ask’?
Kevin was one of Tripp’s closest friends. They were tight teammates. He was an all-around good guy type albeit maybe a tad too much alpha attitudinal with a good dose of ‘in your face cockiness’ tossed in for good measure.
“Partners”, Tripp said flatly. Kevin stared blankly back at him. A total lack of comprehension registered. “P-a-r-t-n-e-r-s,” he drawled out with way more syllables than should be legal—even in rural Texas. That got him nothing more than the continuation of that blank stare. “This project,” Tripp said finally. “We’re ‘partners’ on this media project. Why am I doing all of the work?”
Ah.
So that was where this was going.
Kevin turned back to the window and stared back outside just as Owen Rush pulled back from the lip lock he had been sharing with Courtney Applegate. Kevin’s eyes widened ever so slightly as Owen dropped to his knees and began licking the head of Court’s cock before he opened wide and took it into his mouth.
What the fuck?
Since when had Owen and Courtney started hooking up? Okay, yeah—Courtney was as gay as a pink rooster, but Owen…? Why was he not getting the app updates about this … this … this whatever this was? And, for that matter, why wasn’t Courtney telling him mano-a-mano? They were best friends after all.
“Earth to Stamp,” Tripp called out, making sounds like an old radio transmitter. “Come in, Stamp.”
A quick glance over his shoulder told Kevin that Tripp was still across the room where he had left him. He looked pissed. The look on his drop dead gorgeous face was masked with who knew what all sort of ‘death’ scenarios. He was rolling his fingertips across the keyboard. The vein on his temple was thumping. He should probably get that checked; veins shouldn’t ‘thump’ on temples of guys their age.
And, he was back to the scene unfolding below him again. ADD and all. There he was leaving Tripp’s mental and physical health behind and now he was quickly staring out the window. Again. Owen had more than half of Courtney’s cock in his mouth. Damn. Owen was really chowing down on that hunk of meat. He had seen Courtney naked a bazillion times but rarely had the opportunity to see him ‘full glory’ and all. He had to give a nod to Applegate; the dude was hung like a moose.
“Have you and Owen ever had sex?”
Tripp’s turn. Head tilt. Huh?
Did he just ask if Owen and I…?
Okay. That one threw him for a loop. Best not answer without additional information. Tripp let out an amused chortle. Looking back up and across the room, he studied Kevin for several moments before engaging his mouth.
“What? You mean ‘sex’ like in ‘sex’ sex?”
Did that sound as lame as Tripp thought? Oh well, it was out there now so he might as well let it go. The only response that he received was a faint nod; Kevin was still glued to staring out the window.
Okay. Play it off as one of Kevin’s jokes that nobody comprehends.
“Yeah, man. Didn’t you know? Owen is my bitch twice a week. He can’t get enough of my dick.”
Kevin turned back to face his friend. He studied Tripp McAllistair for several moments trying to sort through the possible ‘takes’ on his friend’s reply.
Really? So that ‘out there’ is for real? There—behind the incinerator? It isn’t 4 sodas since lunch period and that bag of M&Ms and the Butterfinger … oh … and those 12 chocolate chip cookies wreaking havoc on his imagination? Yeah. No. Not a chance. He wasn’t wired at all.
“Do you … share?”
Now it was Tripp’s turn with the bewildered puppy routine.
“Do … I … ‘share’….”
“If he’s really your bitch, I mean. Do you share his mouth or that tight bubble butt? If so? I want my name on the short list.”
Okay. This was way too weird. Even for Kevin and his brain. What the hell was going on here? Tripp sat back, remembering right before he went sailing backward to crash to the floor that there was no back rest on the stool he was squatting on. He rolled his eyes as he stretched his arms above his head and worked his neck, shoulders, back … butt. Yeah, he’d been sitting here way too long. Finally, he stood and bent his knees one at a time trying to loosen them up as well.
“Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Kevin waved his friend over. With a roll of his eyes, Tripp pushed away from the work table … nearly tripping over the stool … stretched his back as he rounded the corner to pop some more of those pesky kinks and then he ambled across the room to join his partner.
“If what you just said about Owen is true, then he’s two-timing on you, bro. If he’s your bitch, I want in on it.”
Tripp let out an amused chuckle. Yeah. As if. Like Owen would ever go….
He stepped up to the window and gazed out. And then, down. His breath caught in his throat. Owen Rush—his best friend—was down there. He was behind that old derelict of an incinerator. He was on his knees. And—Owen was sucking Courtney Applegate’s cock.
“The fuck…. What the hell!”
Again, Kevin pointed out the obvious.
“Owen. Right?” Nod. “Courtney. Right?” Nod. “Courtney’s dick is pumpin’ it to Owen’s mouth. Right?” Nod. “Is Owen really your bitch?”
Tripp stepped closer to the window. The tips of his boots stopped against the wall. He pressed his forehead against the glass and used his hands to form a gazing tunnel—directed straight at Owen and Courtney and … and … what the fuck?
“Not yet.”
Kevin stepped up close, too. His shoulder pressed against Tripp’s. His hip pressed Tripp’s hip. He followed Tripp’s example of forming a gazing tunnel to focus on their prime targets. He was surprised how well that worked. Go figure.
“But….”
“Huh?”
Kevin snickered. Tripp was totally blow away by what they were watching. He took a deep breath and pursued the matter. Why not jump all in? Right?
“I asked if Owen is really your bitch and you said ‘not yet.’ He turned to face Tripp briefly and then looked back out the window. “You said ‘not yet’ and I said, ‘but….’”
“He will be when I’m through with him,” Tripp said as he took a step back and turned to face his friend. Lightning quick, Tripp’s hand snapped out and grabbed Kevin’s shirt. Just as fast, he spun his friend around, backwards and up against the nearest wall.
“Whoa! Dude!” The shriek was embarrassing. Kevin was proud of his deep, syrupy voice. And there he went off like an elementary school girl.
“‘til we get to the bottom of this, you don’t say anything … to anyone … or your balls are in my spaghetti sauce. Got it?”
Kevin’s eyes were wide with surprise. Did Tripp really spin ‘n flip him into a wall? Nice move. He was impressed. The team could sure as hell use those muscles and moves as a linebacker. He’d be killer to the max.
“Yeah. Yeah. It’s cool, dude. It’s cool. I was just asking. I mean, hell fuck. If you’re doing Owen? I totally want in on it. Name your price.”
Tripp’s glare melted into astonishment. Was Kevin coming out to him?
“What? You’re gay?”
Kevin snorted.
“Me? Gay? Tripp, buddy.” Nervous laugh mixed with his usual ‘tude. Not a convincing recipe under the current circumstances. But, it was all he had. “You know how many babes the Stamp Meister has bagged, dude.”
Tripp eased up on the pressure against Kevin’s body. He took a step back and ran a full body scan. He focused on the bare skin and the enticing trail that was now visible after that stealth move a few moments earlier. Too, he took in the sight of Kevin’s rock hard bone pressing wickedly against his faded blue, thread worn jeans.
“Maybe those ‘baggings’ of yours are all talk,” Tripp said as he watched Kevin straighten his shirt. Bye. Bye. Skin and trail. “Maybe you’ve been doing guys all this time and just making up all the ‘babe’ stories.”
“Fuck you, McAllistar! Do not challenge the notches in my dashboard.”
Kevin delivered one of his trademark smirks on the back of that exhortation. Yeah, that was more like it. The Stamp Meister was back in the house. Err … Media Center.
Yeah. Okay. So, yeah. The puffed out chest. The growl. The smirk. And yet, there was the faintest wobble in Kevin’s warble. It was all talk to cover the fact that Kevin was a virgin. Tripp certainly didn’t need to possess ‘that’ information. But. Now that he owned it, he wasn’t going to let it go for anything. Oh man, yeah. Kevin Stamp … lady killer extraordinaire … in his own mind anyway … was a virgin. And now Kevin ‘thought’ he was the only one that knew it. Not any longer. That wobble in Kevin’s well-known alpha mentality revealed it to Tripp. ‘Now’ he possessed that morsel of info. Yeah, store that away. That had to be worth something at some point. Kevin broke the stare that was jousting with Tripp’s for the last several seconds. He definitely had to regain his slot at the top of the pole, here. He certainly wasn’t about to let Tripp rule his roost.
Change direction, here Kevin.
Back to the moment at hand.
“Who am I gonna tell, Tripp? You and Owen … Courtney … are my tightest, closest, best friends. I got your backs.” After Tripp finally let go of his shirt, he breathed a little easier. “I’m just saying….”
“You’re just ‘saying’,” Tripp asked as he took a step forward and reached for Kevin’s still disheveled shirt.
Kevin’s arms shot upward defensively.
“Lighten up, dude. Geez. I’m just saying … um….” Fuck. What ‘was’ he saying? “I’m just saying, you know. I mean…. I mean…. A mouth is a mouth. A hole is a hole. Your dick is happy so long as it gets to blow a load. If Owen ‘is’ your bitch? I so want in on that. Name your price. I’d love to see him bobbin’ on it or ridin’ it in the money shot.”
Tripp looked back out the window. Owen was still on his knees. He still had Courtney’s dick in his mouth. Fuck! Courtney was gripping Owen’s head and was skull fucking his face! Fuck that was hot! Why was that hot? Fuck that was hot! He felt his own cock lengthening and stirring to life. Felt his jeans getting tighter by the second.
“Anything?”
Kevin squinted in confusion. Huh?
He turned to gaze out the window, too. It looked like Courtney was cumming. Courtney was cumming right down Owen Rush’s throat! Holy fuck that was hot. He so wanted to be in that scene right now. Courtney dominating Owen. Courtney’s cock. That massive, thick, monster cock taking Owen’s mouth and riding it into bliss central. Fuck his cock was so thick he wondered how Owen even got it in his mouth. Much less, how he was able to take it and not choke to death. Geez, how could you even handle a cock in your mouth anyway? None of the girls ever took his and his was big. Really big. But nothing like that blue ribbon’r that Courtney was shoving between Owen’s lips.
Fuck it. That is so friggin’ hot. My dick is about to blow my zipper into the next county.
“Anything … what?”
“You said ‘name your price’,” Tripp reminded his friend as he turned back to face Kevin. “Anything?”
Shit.
Yeah. He did say that.
Fuck.
Tripp was probably gonna make him wash and wax that new truck of his twice a day for like … forever … or something. What the hell had he just got himself into?
It would have been hard to tell who was more surprised by Kevin’s answer.
Nod. Nod. Right shoulder shrug.
“Name it. I’ll do anything.”
Kevin followed Tripp’s gaze back out the window. They watched in jaw dropping spellbound silence as Courtney lined up their backpacks and then moved to cover them with their shirts and jeans. What the…? They both stopped breathing as they watched Owen stretch out on those backpacks. Their eyes began to bulge as Courtney Applegate 25 feet below them—there, behind the incinerator assumed a dominant position over Owen and moments later, had Owen’s legs draped over his impressive shoulders.
Oh holy fuck of it all! Courtney was gonna fuck Owen Rush? Holy shit! Holy fuck! Holy whatever else was out there!
Tripp’s hands went up to the button on his jeans. They popped the button and then down went the zipper.
Kevin gulped. What was that sound? Yeah, like he didn’t know from the sound of jeans buttons and zippers being put into action. There was only one possibility here … unless Tripp was gonna piss on the window which he was reasonably certain was ‘not’ going to happen right now.
Uh oh. Tell me he isn’t gonna make me….
Tripp reached into his open jeans and fished out his throbbing cock.
“Prove to me that I can trust you not to bust Owen or Courtney on this. Show me how serious you are about wanting in on Owen’s mouth or his butt.”
Kevin tore his gaze from the sight of Owen Rush—his knees bent over Courtney’s shoulders—Courtney Applegate’s huge cock pressing against a tight pucker that was about to be pounded and pulverized into mush. And shit and fuck. He couldn’t resist. He licked his lips and sighed as he turned to face Tripp and looked down. Holy fuck! He knew Tripp had a big cock but holy fuck Tripp’s boner was fucking ginormous!
What the hell did I just get myself into?
“C’mon, man. Prove it. Prove that I can trust you with their reps,” Tripp said huskily.
Kevin swallowed dryly. It suddenly felt like he had a mouth full of gravel and sand. He let out a nervous chuckle.
“Hey man. What…?”
“Get on your knees.”
Kevin’s eyes drifted upward and locked into Tripp’s confident stare. He swallowed again. He looked down just as a thick glob of precum bubbled from the slit at the tip of that thick, throbbing cock. He didn’t even realize that his tongue betrayed him at that moment—snaking out and making a full circle pass across his lips. He didn’t realize it, but Tripp definitely saw the ‘tell’ for what it was. He was gonna do this. He was gonna suck Tripp’s cock. Right here. Right now.
“You can’t be….”
“Show me.”
What the fuck am I doing?
Kevin dropped to his knees between Tripp’s legs and a moment later, he felt that oozing cock press against his lips. Lips that opened up for it as Tripp pushed his cock into his mouth.
Tripp McAllistar looked briefly out the window and focused below. There, behind the incinerator. As he watched Courtney Applegate’s thick cock open Owen’s hole and push inside—taking his cherry—he felt his own thick cock slide deeper into Kevin Stamp’s mouth. His fingers slid into Kevin’s hair and he took a firm grip. He pulled back and then pushed in again. And again. And, again.
Courtney’s cock sank deeper into Owen’s upturned ass. And Owen took it. Tripp’s cock sank deeper into Kevin’s mouth. And, he took it.
“That’s it, bitch. Take it.” He was unsure whether he was urging on Owen or Kevin just then. Both? Maybe. Probably. “That’s it. Take it.”
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