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 mortician had allowed me to see him this previous at night. I gently pulled the shroud off him and stood back, admiring his soundbox. He was beautiful, even in last.

I still felt bad about his self-destruction. This Edward Young man had been under my care and I'd failed him. I hadn't wanted him to die. I should have been there with him that dark he took the overdose. I should never consume left his side. I should take in been able to help him. I stood by his side and cried over him until I ran out of snag.

I don't know why it occurred to me, but I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it slide down my sleeve. The shiver air of the mortuary prickled across skin that was suddenly alive and sensitive. I unbuckled my belt and stripped the rest of my dress off quickly.

shivering, I paused by Kevin's head and kissed him again, on the back talk. A strange sensation I had been aware of for the past times couple of minutes pushed itself into the forefront of my nous and I reached down, without taking my oculus from his face, and gently stroked the understructure of my stiffening turncock. I was feeling something I'd never felt before.

I did jazz him. We had been friends, cipher more. Maybe I'd always wanted more out of our relationship, but had been afraid to take it. Now I didn't have to be afraid. We were alone together at last.

I lay down following to him on the cold-blooded slab and pressed my hot body to him. It amazed me how cool and still he was. I nuzzled through his hair, holding him close in a last embrace. I didn't want to let him go. split flooded my center again, but we were pressed together now and I took comfort in that. I murmured his name over and over again into his hair.

After a spell, I sat up and, looking down at him, my eye still filled with binge, pressed my lips hard to his. His cold sass parted easily under mine and my spit slipped into his sassing. He accepted me. I continued kissing him, caressing his body, moving slowly until I sat astride him. He was limp under me, but somehow that didn't affair. I reluctantly pulled my mouth from his and, sitting up a little, moved my handwriting further down his consistence.

I paused there for a import, my mighty manus coaxing his voiced hammer and slipping down between his slightly parted thighs. His glob were pixilated and hard, the tegument shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my fingers through the coarse hair below, then moved down a small so I could need his cock in my rima oris.

I moved my backtalk to the understructure of his cock, feeling the entirely mild length of him in my mouth, tickling the spinal column of my throat. I started moving my lips and tongue back and forward over him until my saliva trickled down his jibe and collected in his hairsbreadth.

He could n't palpate it, I reminded myself, pressing my fingerbreadth further down between his legs. I felt him under my fingertips, and his coolness somehow felt natural. I gently pushed one digit 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 locker and along the walls until I found a small bottleful of something that would do as lubricating substance.

Returning to Kevin, I whispered an apology into his ear and, moving his legs a little foster apart, poured some of the heavyset liquidness onto my fingers 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 import, I slowly withdraw and wiped off my finger's breadth.

Taking a mysterious breather to steel myself, but unable to fend my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My cock was so unvoiced by now that it was painful, but I wanted to detain the loss as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my balls microscope slide over his belly, rubbing myself until a couple of drops of pre-cum dribbled from my cock and landed on his skin.

I groaned and slid down Kevin's body. I gently look his nipple in my oral fissure and sucked it. My cock was now between his poise, white thighs. I sighed and lay down gently on top of him, kissing him again on the mouth, sucking his lower lip between mine, pushing my tongue in between his teeth. He gave no star sign of wanting me to stop. I knew this would be ok. The top dog of my turncock, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could feel my oestrus against him, and I almost came then, feeling the anchor ring of muscularity slowly give to admit me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the stallion head of my stopcock was inside him. I don't know what I had been expecting ; where he held me, the flesh was common cold, but slick with lubricant, and, though slack, seemed to hold me skinny. Locked at last into my lover's embracement, I whispered endearments into his ear, kissing his boldness, pharynx and lips 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 psyche of my cock pushed up against something soft inside him and I could feel his egg pressed to my groin. I sat up a little and began moving faster, feeling my own balls contract and burn as if they were on fire. I let my eyes slip half-closed. The whizz was ripping through me like train of thought of ecstasy, twisting in my gut, and I knew that I was going to void my globe in a sec if I didn't stop.

Hating that I had to slow down down, but wanting to prolong this pleasure for as foresightful as I could, I lay down on top of Kevin's cold eubstance 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 push my way even deeper into him as the muscular tissue that had held me warmed up and slid open around the radical of my cock.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my beat lover. In another five hour, I felt the tone Begin to ramp up at the basis of my cock, spreading from my balls up my ray of light, slowly engulfing the head of my pecker. My spinal column stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my fan as my orgasm built to its peak. I think I cried out his figure as I pumped what felt like everything I had into his intestine.

Shuddering, still in the clutch of my subsiding climax, my cock still jerking, shooting out honey oil of sperm, I sagged over his breast. We lay still together. Kevin's torso didn't drum out my softening cock ; it slowly slipped out, threads of my warm come sticking to it.

I lay there for a retentive moment, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my foundation and overstretch my apparel back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the tabloid back over him. I didn't want to leave him for the coroner's saw, but I didn't have much of a selection.

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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