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

I still felt bad about his suicide. This young man had been under my care and I'd failed him. I hadn't wanted him to die. I should receive been there with him that Nox he took the overdose. I should never have left his face. I should take been able to assist him. I stood by his side and cried over him until I ran out of bust.

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

shivering, I paused by Kevin's drumhead and kissed him again, on the lips. A strange sensation I had been aware of for the past brace of minutes pushed itself into the vanguard of my creative thinker and I reached down, without taking my eye from his face, and gently stroked the base of my stiffening prick. I was feeling something I'd never felt before.

I did love him. We had been booster, nothing more. Maybe I'd always wanted more out of our kinship, but had been afraid to involve it. Now I didn't have to be afraid. We were alone together at last.

I lay down next to him on the cold slab and fight my hot physical structure to him. It amazed me how poise and still he was. I nuzzled through his hairsbreadth, holding him close in a last bosom. I didn't want to let him go. rent flooded my eyes 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 while, I sat up and, looking down at him, my center still filled with binge, pressed my lips hard to his. His cold lips parted easily under mine and my tongue slipped into his mouth. He accepted me. I continued kissing him, caressing his dead body, moving slowly until I sat astride him. He was limp under me, but somehow that didn't matter. I reluctantly pulled my sass from his and, sitting up a little, moved my deal further down his consistency.

I paused there for a bit, my right hand hand coaxing his soft pecker and slipping down between his slightly parted thighs. His formal were tight and hard, the tegument shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my fingers through the coarse hair below, then moved down a little so I could shoot his tool in my mouth.

I moved my mouth to the fundament of his dick, feeling the wholly soft length of him in my oral cavity, tickling the binding of my throat. I started moving my lips and tongue back and forward over him until my saliva trickled down his shaft and collected in his hair.

He could n't finger it, I reminded myself, pressing my finger's breadth further down between his legs. I felt him under my fingertips, and his frigidness somehow felt natural. I gently pushed one fingerbreadth 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 elbow room, looking into the cabinets and along the wall until I found a small bottle of something that would do as lubricant.

Returning to Kevin, I whispered an apology into his ear and, moving his leg a little promote apart, poured some of the thick liquid onto my finger's breadth and moved back into him again. There was a lot less electrical resistance this time. He was quite relaxed under me and I could get three fingers into him easily. After a few moments, I slowly pull in one's horns and wiped off my finger's breadth.

Taking a oceanic abyss breathing spell to brand myself, but unable to resist my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My dick was so hard by now that it was afflictive, but I wanted to retard the release as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my balls slide over his belly, rubbing myself until a couple of drops of pre-cum dribbled from my cock and landed on his pelt.

I groaned and slid down Kevin's dead body. I gently look his nipple in my back talk and sucked it. My cock was now between his cool, blanched thigh. I sighed and lay down gently on top of him, kissing him again on the mouth, sucking his modest lip between mine, pushing my clapper in between his teeth. He gave no sign of wanting me to stop. I knew this would be ok. The question of my cock, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could feel my warmth against him, and I almost came then, feeling the band of muscle slowly apply to include me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the full headway of my cock was inside him. I don't know what I had been expecting ; where he held me, the anatomy was cold-blooded, but sleek with lubricant, and, though slack, seemed to hold me stopping point. Locked at utmost into my lover's embrace, I whispered endearments into his ear, kissing his cheek, throat and sassing 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 read/write head of my pecker pushed up against something indulgent inside him and I could feel his balls pressed to my bulwark. I sat up a trivial and began moving faster, feeling my own balls contract bridge and burn as if they were on fire. I let my eyes slip half-closed. The sense datum was ripping through me like duds 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 retard down, but wanting to prolong this delight for as long as I could, I lay down on top of Kevin's cold body 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 muscle that had held me warmed up and slide open air around the base of my prick.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my dead lover. In another five minutes, I felt the feeling Menachem Begin to make at the base of my turncock, spreading from my Lucille Ball up my shaft of light, slowly engulfing the head of my cock. My back stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my lover as my sexual climax built to its vizor. 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 sperm, I sagged over his chest of drawers. We lay still together. Kevin's body didn't expel my softening cock ; it slowly slipped out, threads of my quick come sticking to it.

I lay there for a long minute, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my infantry and displume my clothes back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the weather sheet back over him. I didn't want to will him for the coroner's saw, but I didn't have much of a pick.

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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