Behind the Incinerator

Behind The Incinerator - Chapter 5

Behind the Incinerator

© 2016

by

Jonathan Longhorn

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Chapter 5

Best … fucking … birthday … ever!

Courtney Applegate’s knees were shaking. His toes—dancing. His heart was thumping so hard he expected his chest to blow open at any moment as he gazed down at his glistening cock, sliding in and out of Owen Rush’s mouth. ‘Fucking’ Owen’s mouth. He pulled his fingers from Owen’s hair. He brushed an errant clump of silken strands from his drop dead gorgeous friend’s forehead and then he let his fingers rake right back in. He took a firm hold of Owen’s head and he fucked deeper into his mouth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper, still—until the drooling head of his cock nestled against the opening of Owen’s throat.

Court’s movements froze. Perfectly still. He didn’t even breathe. His cock—buried in Owen’s mouth.

Owen Rush realized that Courtney had stopped fucking his mouth. He could feel the head of his friend’s cock pressed against his throat. Waiting. He glanced upward along that soft, thin treasure trail. Upward, over those carved granite abs. Past Court’s chest with a slight sheen of perspiration—moist from the blast furnace brought on by the relentless sun and the lust-fueled heat of the moment. Farther, still until his sky blue eyes met Court’s. Met, and—locked.

“Relax,” Court said in barely more than a whisper, hoarse … husky … commanding somehow. “Deep breath through your nose. Do it for me. Now.”

Fuck.

Oh … fuck.

Owen realized as he stared upward … as he felt the heat sizzling in his friend’s every pore … as he saw the flames of passion and command burning deep within Court’s eyes—as he gazed into his very soul—what his friend wanted. Court wanted to go even deeper. He wanted to slide his cock into Owen’s throat.

Really?

He was on his knees.

He was giving his very first blow job—ever.

And, Court wanted him to deep throat it? With ‘that’ monster cock?

“Relax for me,” Court said again as he pushed ever so slightly against Owen’s throat. “You can do it.”

Yeah.

He could do it.

Right.

Sure he could.

Like when pigs fly.

Not … a … problem.

As friggin’ if!

“Guggwoosphump.”

Court’s cock sank into that waiting throat. Owen started to pull away—only to yield to an even tighter grip. He wasn’t going anywhere. His nostrils were suddenly buried in Court’s pubes. His chin, pressed into Court’s balls. His mouth and now his throat—stuffed to the max with his friend’s thick, throbbing, drooling cock.

Seconds ticked.

Court withdrew.

Owen gasped and sputtered. Tears dripped down his cheeks. He stared at the monster ‘shroom that had just invaded his throat. He gazed upward. Court towered over him and his eyes dripped over his body … caressed his face … his hands still holding his head in a vice like grip.

“Ready?”

Like friggin’ Hell! Not a chance I can take all of that down to the pubes. Not again, anyway.

And, yet. Owen nodded.

“That’s my man,” Court said huskily as he slid his cock back between those pouty lips. Deeper. Invading his mouth. Again. Deeper. Owen inhaled all the air that he could at the very last moment and then his throat spread open for Court to fuck his way inside—to the hilt. And, he did. Court fucked into his throat.

“That’s it. Take it. Show me you want it, cocksucker. ‘My’ cocksucker.”

Owen’s throat opened more. He took Court’s cock completely. His nose nestled back into those pubes. His chin pressed back into Court’s balls. His tongue wiggled and licked and swirled at that throbbing shaft—lapping up tangy, sweet juice.

And the seconds ticked.

Court withdrew. Owen gasped and sputtered.

“Once more?”

Nod.

Courtney’s cock sank slowly into Owen’s mouth and then pushed forward—filling his throat. Once again, Owen’s nose was buried in pubes. His chin was pressed into Court’s balls.

“Let’s see how long you can keep it in your throat this time.”

Owen looked up into Court’s gaze with a flood of questions: Really? Seriously? You’re kidding. Right?

“You can do it.” Court’s fingers raked again. He offered a soothing smile that faded into a commanding smirk. “You’re my cocksucker now, Owen. Make me proud.”

Yeah. Make him proud. We’ll see how proud he is when I pass out.

And, yet.

There he was. On his knees. Court’s cock embedded in his throat.

And the seconds ticked.

Owen’s eyes were watering. Funny little spots began dancing in front of his eyes as ‘13’ was reached.

Owen’s gaze met Court’s. Pleading now.

Yeah, he held that drooling cock in his mouth even as those little spots grew larger … took shape. Looked like those globs in those old lamps that turned and rolled and kept changing shape. Yeah. He held it there just to see if he could do it. And, he did.

Court’s massive, throbbing cock slowly backed out of Owen’s throat. It gently stroked back and forth as it pulled from his lips until pausing with just the head and an inch or two resting on Owen’s tongue.

Courtney Applegate gazed down at his friend’s handsome face. Into those eyes.

Owen Rush gazed upward at his friend’s All-American boy-next-door face. Into those eyes.

Court’s cock rested there between his lips—just the tip and that inch or two lounged on Owen’s tongue.

And.

The first volley blasted against the roof of Owen’s mouth and cascaded down the farthest reaches. The next 5 blasts crashed into the opening of Owen’s freshly fucked throat. Holy shit … holy shit … holy shit … 6, 7, 8, 9…. His mouth was inundated with thick, hot, creamy, sweetly salted cum.

Owen was caught so off guard by the sheer volume of cum that he nearly pulled away. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He wanted it. Somehow now? After all this? He ‘needed’ that cum. At this point, he had ‘earned’ that cum and he wanted it. He swallowed. He swallowed again. And … he … kept … swallowing.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckincredible!” Court held Owen’s head in the twin vice grip of his hands as he poured his cum into his mouth … down his throat. “Yeah. That’s it. Swallow it all, cocksucker.”

The flow of cum finally slowed. It came to a trickle. It stopped. Owen nursed the last drops from the still spasming cock in his mouth and he swallowed it all.

Finally, Court pulled his softening cock from his kneeling friend’s mouth. He reached for it. He held it. He moved his hips forward ever so slightly.

Somehow, Owen knew what was expected. He leaned forward. He kissed the tip of Courtney Applegate’s cock. His tongue snaked out and licked that cock head and shaft clean. He kissed it again.

“Fuck, Owen. You’re one hell of a cocksucker.”

The blush that flooded Owen’s face was kind of adorable. Adorable and hot as fuck. Courtney had just got a blow job from the hottest guy in the school. Hell, on the planet maybe. He stared at one last drop of cum that was oozing from the slit. Owen saw it. He leaned forward. He licked it clean. He kissed the tip—again.

As their eyes locked again, Court ran his fingers through his friend’s hair. Soft. Gentle. Tender. He smiled and shot a wicked grin.

“You know I want to fuck you now. Right?”

Owen’s eyes went wide as saucers. He blinked. He blinked again. His mouth opened to kill that idea fast. It snapped shut before any words came out. It opened. It snapped shut. He broke his gaze briefly and returned his attention to that cock that had just flooded him with Court’s cum. He looked back up to see Court staring down at him. Waiting. That grin still there … mixed possibly with a smirk of triumph. Court had definitely conquered his mouth and throat and now he was talking about conquering his butthole.

Just try to find ‘that’ birthday gift at the mall.

“Okay.”

END of Chapter 5

To be continued . . .

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