Behind the Incinerator
© 2016
by
Jonathan Longhorn
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Chapter 6
Courtney Applegate and Owen Rush both jumped as the beast popped and groaned in the still sweltering heat of the afternoon. The sun beat down on everything—on every one—that dared venture into its reach. They both jumped again—even ducked—when one of the ‘pops’ sounded more like a gunshot than the creaking joints of an abandoned incinerator.
Court turned his attention back to his friend. Owen was still on his knees after having just sucked his cock, and—swallowed his load. Hot as fuck star athlete Owen Rush had just given him a blow job and he had swallowed! He studied Owen’s face for several long moments. Did his friend understand the question before he had answered? Maybe he was under the influence of cum and balls and cock scents and tastes?
“Did you just say…?”
Nod.
Owen looked just as bewildered as Court was sure that he did himself right then.
“Yeah. I did.”
“You heard what I said. Right?” Court was still trying to wrap his head around Owen’s response. If this was for real, this birthday was just getting better and better. “You didn’t get it wrong?”
Owen’s head tilted as he considered the question. No. He was pretty sure he got it right, and—his response. Courtney said that he wanted to fuck him now—post blow job. And, he had said okay. As he considered his response, he felt his own cock throb and pulse. He felt his butthole wink and pucker. He had no idea why but yeah, he had said yes.
He broke the locked gaze with his friend’s eyes and drifted down Courtney Applegate’s nicely muscled body … through that thin layer of silk making up his treasure trail … to his still rock hard, pulsing, drooling a new stream of pre-cum, enormous cock. His tongue snaked out and made an around the world lick along his lips.
And his butthole winked and puckered even more.
Fuck. This is gonna hurt like a mother.
His eyes drifted back upward. He locked back into Courtney’s gaze as he stood there, dominant and towering over him. He offered another faint nod as he squinted slightly from the heat and the blazing sunlight.
“You said that you wanted to fuck me now.” Court nodded. “And, I said okay.”
An equally nervous silence surrounded the two friends. A silence that contained the same question—now what?
Owen was the first to break the silence. The nervousness he was feeling was evident in the faint tremor in his deep voice.
“How do you want to do this?”
Court realized that his heart was leaping against the inside of his chest—crashing, thudding, falling back … crashing, thudding, falling back. He was still trying to get his head wrapped around the idea that Owen’s answer to being fucked was ‘okay’ and now, Owen was asking for direction? He decided to ‘punt’. Avoid his friend’s question by asking one or two of his own.
Yeah. Good idea. Now he had to come up with the questions. Apparently they had already formed and were just waiting for the opportunity to make themselves known.
“You ‘do’ realize that if I bury this monster,” Court said with a few strokes and shakes of his fully boned bone. “You realize that when I bury this in your butt….”
Owen’s eyes rolled as he looked up into his friend’s gaze.
“That I’m going to howl like a banshee and that you’re gonna make me your bitch?”
Court felt his cock throb in his hand. Owen had just become his cocksucker a few minutes earlier and soon—very soon—yeah. Owen would be his bitch. Hell—he would fucking drill it to Owen and fuck his brains out and leave him with a fully bred man pussy if this happened.
“I guess the first thing,” Courtney said after several moments. “Are you sure about this?”
Am I sure about this? Am I sure about this? He just turned me into a cocksucker. I gave him a blow job. I swallowed! We’re taking about him fucking me in the ass and I said okay. Am ‘I’ sure about this? Hell the fuck if I know.
“Yes.” Owen impressed himself. That response came cool, calm, confident. “Where do you want to do this?”
Wow. Court’s head was still spinning. Owen had made up his mind about getting fucked and he was going to get fucked.
“Well.” Court glanced around the small enclosed area there behind the incinerator. “This isn’t very romantic but it’s private.”
Owen nodded. He made another 360. He paused to study those three windows above the Cafeteria—the Media Arts Center. Yeah. No worries there. Everyone would be long gone … either the weekly trip out to snap shots here and there and over thataway, or they were headed home. Final bell had been more than an hour ago?
“Yeah. This is good.”
Court nodded.
“So, you want to….”
“So, you want me doggie style? On my back? Standing up and leaning into the wall?”
Court took a moment to weigh those choices and consider their current surroundings. Since Owen was apparently willing to let him be the Alpha in this situation, he nodded to himself as he made his decision. He moved over to the concrete pad that the incinerator was sitting on and he studied their backpacks. Another decision. Another nod. He turned the backpacks lengthwise, end to end, in front of the opening of the beast. Next, he scooped up their previously discarded tees and looked over his shoulder.
“Give me your jeans.”
Questions clearly showed on Owen’s face but he obediently bent to tug his jeans down his legs and off. He watched as Court did the same—stripping out of his own. Naked, they grazed over each other’s body for several long moments before Court held out his hand. Owen handed over his jeans while he continued to fully study his friend. How many times had he seen Courtney Applegate naked over the years? But he may have actually ‘seen’ him for the first time just now. Court was a stud. A muscled, gorgeous, hung stud. Hung with fireworks and bells and lightning bolts and….
All of which are gonna be going off in my butt in a few minutes.
He watched as his friend folded each pair of jeans into thirds and then positioned them over the time- and labor-worn lip of the incinerator’s mouth. Next, he eyed his manmade cushions and adjusted the backpacks slightly.
Once he was satisfied with things, he turned.
Owen stood, naked and nervous—watching as Court had gone about setting things right. Now, they again surveyed each other’s body. Chest. Abs. Biceps. Thighs and legs. Rock hard, throbbing, heavy-balled bones.
“If I am taking your cherry and drilling you a manpussy,” Court said as he grabbed Owen’s arm and pulled him toward the makeshift ‘bed’. “I want to see your eyes. I want to watch the changes in your expression as you become … as you realize … that you are my bitch.”
Damn! Alpha Applegate for the slam dunk!
Owen broke free from the dominating gaze that held him captive and glanced down—again—at the still throbbing, still oozing, still massive cock that would soon be fucking him into submission. He nodded.
“Okay.”
Owen turned around and eased down onto the makeshift bed. Not all that comfortable but much softer than that granite ledge out at Woman Hollering Canyon that he had slept on. He scooched and scooted a few times as his weight settled into the backpacks. He realized that his heart was racing. That, and—his cock was as hard and throbbing as Court’s was right now. He still hadn’t cum yet. Owen looked up into his friend’s eyes. Court had a grin but also questions.
“What?”
Court Applegate sucked in a near lung bursting gulp of air, held it, let it slip through clenched teeth. He was afraid of the answer that might come behind this question. But, he had to ask.
“Are you sure about this? I mean, you know…?”
Owen squinted up toward his friend. Although the blistering sun was west of the Cafeteria building now, the brightness was still on high alert. Blinding.
I know?
“I … know?”
Deep breath. Okay. How did Court put this? He hoped he wasn’t shooting himself in the foot right before he was about to shove his cock in Owen’s butt. A long-held fantasy he ‘never’ thought he’d ever come within 10 miles of doing.
“Are you sure that you want ‘me’ to fuck you first? I mean, as ready as I am to drill you a manpussy, here and now, I would sulk and pout and whimper and sniffle—probably—but I would understand if you wanted someone else to be the first to fuck you. And, by the way, why did you agree so easily to my fucking you? And, for that matter, dude you gave me a blow job! You swallowed! That was the most amazing….”
Okay.
Now Owen’s head was really spinning. He expected one question, not an entire interrogation in one breath. As he considered the barrage of questions that had just hit him between the eyes, he wondered if he could wrap up several of them into one comment.
“You’re the only one here, Courtney. And, it’s your birthday.”
Wow. Nice answer. Really nice answer without actually answering anything.
“Seriously, dude. You only lose your buttginity once. Technically, anyway. If you really want to do this, I would understand if you wanted it to be ‘another’ cock.”
Owen stared down at the monster cock that was waiting … throbbing … drooling, ready to fuck his brains out. What the hell was Court talking about? Buttginity?
“Another cock, like…?”
“Tripp.”
Tripp? Why Tripp? Did Court know something that had slipped past him all these years?
“Tripp?”
Court let out a soft chuckle.
“Yeah. You know him. Right? Tripp McAllister? Your best friend? Dick maybe even bigger than mine? Ring any bells?”
Owen laughed. He couldn’t help it.
Oh, yeah. ‘That’ Tripp.
“Tripp isn’t here, Court. You are.”
“True. True. But, I would understand if you wanted Tripp to be the one that….”
“Tripp isn’t here, Court. You are,” Owen said again. His eyes twinkled and he delivered an iceberg melter of a grin. “After you drill my ‘manpussy’ with ‘that’,” he said with a nod toward his friend’s bone. “Then, you can whore me out to Tripp, Kevin, whomever you want.”
Court Applegate laughed. Yeah, Owen’s mouth and pussy would make him a fortune if he went that route. He could pay for college without any students loans. Hell, with Owen’s pussy? He could buy the friggin’ college. He’d worry about those details later.
Court started to lift Owen’s legs high and wide but hesitated. One more question.
“Why?”
Owen had been waiting for that one. He was surprised it wasn’t first on the list. He was wondering the same thing as well and he kept curtaining it with ‘it’s Court’s birthday’, but…. He shook his head slowly.
“I don’t know. It’s just something that…. I don’t know, Court. I just have to ‘do’ this.”
For some reason, Court understood that answer. He really did. He nodded.
Court lifted Owen’s legs into the air. He scooted forward on his knees. Okay, his makeshift bed wasn’t half bad—for Owen. But ‘ouch-i-wawa’ this concrete pad and the chunk of gravel here and there were going to be hell on his knees. On the other hand, he was about to take the plunge of all plunges. He was about to fuck Owen Rush!
“Okay, dude. Here we go.”
Court moved farther into a straddle over those backpacks—raising Owen up and farther back onto his shoulders. His hole was up and in the open. Waiting to be torpedoed. He pressed his throbbing cock against Owen’s pucker. It immediately oozed and drooled over its target. Locked. Loaded. All systems go.
“Ready?”
Nod.
Best fucking birthday! Ever!
END of Chapter 6
To be continued . . .
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