Reinhard
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A clear afternoon in October two long time friends stand outside a funeral home talking. Scott six foot two one hundred ninety pounds with short blond hair and blue eyes. Paul six foot two hundred pounds with short black hair and green eyes. Dressed in black suits looking very serious, Paul to Scott, you really want to do this, Scott, yea let's do it. Walking to the front door, Paul, you can change your mind if you want man, Scott, no. Greeted at the door by an older tall gaunt man he shakes their hands and expresses his sympathy for their lose of a loved one. The friends thank him and make their way inside. Looking around recognizing no one Paul strolls casually over to the stairs leading down into the basement. Scott follows, Paul talking quietly to Scott, it's down these stairs and to the right first door on the left. The friends make sure no one is watching and calmly make their way down the stairs. Paul peeks into the basement hallway seeing no one he motions for Scott to go ahead Paul follows. They find the door open it and enter quickly Paul closes the door(marked CREMATORIUM) and locks it. Scott, I can't believe I'm actually going to do this, Paul, you can change your mind, Scott, no I've fantasized about this for so long. Paul questions, you've made all the arrangements? Scott, yea no one will ask any questions. Scott, are you sure this room is sound proof I hear the music from upstairs? Paul, yea the music is pumped in over the speaker system this room has to be sound proof because this thing is loud. Scott strolls over to Paul reaches down his hand and begins rubbing Paul's cock through his pants. Paul's cock grows hard to Scott's touch, Scott, hmm ready for the show I see Paul takes a seat by the controls rubbing his imprisoned cock. Scott begins an erotic striptease to the solemn and sad music removing his jacket, kicking off his shoes, pulling off his socks, taking off his tie, opening his white shirt revealing his shaven smooth chest and body ,unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants and kicking them off. Scott stands in his open white shirt and black bikini briefs eyeing Paul seductively. Paul reaches out his hand and flips on the burners switch. A low roar is heard as the burners light as Scott walks over to Paul, Paul takes out his cock and begins stroking it. Scott straddles Paul's lap and begins grinding his crotch on to Paul's rock hard cock. Scott smiles at Paul turns around and rubs his bikini brief clad ass all over Paul's cock. Scott strips off the shirt and slings it across the room. Paul reaches up his hand grabbing Scott by the throat he pulls Scott back on him roughly. Paul whispers in Scott's ear, There is no turning back now. Scott crawls down between Paul's legs and takes Paul's cock into his mouth. Scott sucks eagerly, Scott pause sucking, how long do you think it will take? Scott goes back to sucking the cock, Paul in ecstasy panting, about an hour. Scott stands walks over to the conveyer belt leading into the crematorium and leans on it looking at Paul he rubs his growing cock through his briefs takes it out and begins stroking it slowly. Scott breathless, this is so fucking hot, Paul, it's about to be Scott looks at Paul and slyly smiles at the morbid joke. Scott strokes his cock harder losing himself in pleasure, Paul, do it Scott shaken looks at his friend Paul he can't believe it's happening. Scott lays back on the mesh metal sled that holds the body as it being slid into the crematorium. Stroking his cock he looks over at Paul who is turning up the gas and temperature. Paul turns on the conveyer and takes his seat to watch the show's finally. Scott's heart pounds as he feels the sled move. Looking at Paul who's stroking his cock Scott strokes harder and faster a combination of fear and adrenaline powering his ecstasy. Scott fills the heat and looks into the crematorium the burners waiting to be unleashed. Looking at his rock hard cock in his hand he strokes faster. The sled begins entering Scott's balls tighten his thighs begin to quiver. Half way in Scott throws back his head and cries out as stream after stream of hot jizz explodes from his cock onto his smooth glistening torso. Scott rubs the jizz all over his chest now completely inside the machine Paul flips a switch the machine door quickly closes and a loud roar is heard as the burners are unleashed. A faint scream can be heard over the machine but quickly goes away. Paul sits back reflecting on the great show he had just witnessed stroking his cock soon he blows a great wad on to the crematorium room floor. The hour passes slowly Paul convinced he will be caught at any moment. Paul checks the machine it's work done. He opens the door nothing is left retrieving the box of ashes that only an hour earlier had been his friend and lover Scott. Paul dresses opens the crematorium room door and quickly sneaks upstairs and out of the funeral home unseen. Walking down the street nonchalantly with the box of ashes under his arm to his car he stops at a trash can drops the box in and walks on. Scott's unmarked grave the landfill.
