He was lying on the cold slab in the middle of the room. He was alone. I walked slowly over to him, thankful that the funeral undertaker had allowed me to see him this late at night. I gently pulled the bed sheet off him and stood back, admiring his body. He was beautiful, even in Death.

I still felt bad about his suicide. This young man had been under my fear and I'd failed him. I hadn't wanted him to die. I should give birth been there with him that night he took the overdose. I should never have left his position. I should consume been able to help oneself him. I stood by his position and cried over him until I ran out of tears.

I don't know why it occurred to me, but I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it slide down my arms. The pall air of the morgue prickled across skin that was suddenly alive and sensitive. I unbuckled my bash and stripped the rest period of my clothes off quickly.

chill, I paused by Kevin's pass and kissed him again, on the lips. A strange ace I had been cognisant of for the past times brace of minutes pushed itself into the forefront of my mind and I reached down, without taking my eyes from his cheek, and gently stroked the base of my stiffening turncock. I was feeling something I'd never felt before.

I did bonk him. We had been admirer, nothing more. Maybe I'd always wanted more out of our family relationship, but had been afraid to take it. Now I didn't have to be afraid. We were alone together at close.

I lay down next to him on the common cold slab and pressed my hot consistency to him. It amazed me how cool and still he was. I nuzzled through his pilus, holding him close in a cobbler's last embrace. I didn't want to let him go. weeping flooded my eye again, but we were pressed together now and I took comfort in that. I murmured his gens over and over again into his hair.

After a while, I sat up and, looking down at him, my centre still filled with tears, pressed my sass hard to his. His coldness sassing parted easily under mine and my tongue slipped into his mouth. He accepted me. I continued kissing him, caressing his physical structure, moving slowly until I sat astride him. He was limp under me, but somehow that didn't matter. I reluctantly pulled my lips from his and, sitting up a little, moved my handwriting further down his trunk.

I paused there for a moment, my right on helping hand coaxing his balmy rooster and slipping down between his slightly parted thigh. His Ball were pie-eyed and hard, the skin shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my finger through the harsh haircloth below, then moved down a short so I could shoot his cock in my rima oris.

I moved my rim to the radix of his stopcock, feeling the whole soft duration of him in my mouth, tickling the spine of my throat. I started moving my sass and tongue back and forward over him until my saliva trickled down his shaft and collected in his hair.

He could n't feel it, I reminded myself, pressing my finger's breadth further down between his peg. I felt him under my fingertips, and his coolness somehow felt natural. I gently pushed one finger inside him. He was dry, and I could n't get in very far, so I pulled out and took my mouth off his cock. Standing up, I wandered around the room, looking into the cabinets and along the walls until I found a little bottle of something that would do as lubricating substance.

Returning to Kevin, I whispered an apologia into his ear and, moving his ramification a short advance apart, poured some of the thick liquid onto my fingerbreadth and moved back into him again. There was a lot less resistance this time. He was quite relaxed under me and I could get three fingers into him easily. After a few moments, I slowly adjourn and wiped off my fingers.

Taking a inscrutable breath to steel myself, but ineffective to jib my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My stopcock was so hard by now that it was painful, but I wanted to stay the release as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my balls swoop over his belly, rubbing myself until a couple of drop-off of pre-cum dribbled from my hammer and landed on his skin.

I groaned and slid down Kevin's body. I gently look his nipple in my mouth and sucked it. My cock was now between his aplomb, white thigh. I sighed and lay down gently on top of him, kissing him again on the sass, sucking his lower lip between mine, pushing my natural language in between his teeth. He gave no sign of wanting me to stop. I knew this would be ok. The drumhead of my stopcock, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could feel my heat against him, and I almost came then, feeling the ringing of brawniness slowly give to admit me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the entire brain of my shaft was inside him. I don't know what I had been expecting ; where he held me, the physical body was insensate, but slick with lubricating substance, and, though slump, seemed to defend me last. Locked at last into my lover's bosom, I whispered endearments into his ear, kissing his cheek, throat and backtalk as I slowly moved my hips back and forwards, working myself in. He felt better than anything I'd ever experienced before.

I could feel that I was fully in now ; the question of my cock pushed up against something diffused inside him and I could feel his orchis pressed to my groyne. I sat up a little and began moving faster, feeling my own balls contract and burn as if they were on ardour. I let my eyes slip half-closed. The virtuoso was ripping through me like threads of ecstasy, twisting in my gut, and I knew that I was going to empty my balls in a second if I didn't stop.

Hating that I had to slow up down, but wanting to prolong this pleasure for as retentive as I could, I lay down on top of Kevin's cold consistence and started kissing his dead lips again. But then, feeling my lover against me, I could no longer hold back, and started fucking him slowly and deeply. He responded to me ; I slowly began to force my way even deeper into him as the brawn that had held me warmed up and slid open around the base of my cock.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my dead lover. In another five minutes, I felt the tactual sensation begin to build at the base of my peter, spreading from my balls up my shaft, slowly engulfing the drumhead of my cock. My back stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my fan as my sexual climax built to its crown. I think I cried out his name as I pumped what felt like everything I had into his bowels.

Shuddering, still in the grip of my subsiding climax, my cock still jerking, shooting out jets of spermatozoan, I sagged over his pectus. We lay still together. Kevin's consistency didn't expel my softening cock ; it slowly slipped out, train of thought of my warm ejaculate sticking to it.

I lay there for a long moment, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my feet and pull my clothes back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the sheet of paper back over him. I didn't want to impart him for the coroner's saw, but I didn't have much of a choice.

I promised I would see him again soon and slipped out. I had to do something, and soon. I just could n't live without him ...

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