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 tardy 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 felo-de-se. This young man had been under my charge 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 have left his side. I should have been able to help him. I stood by his side 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 slue down my arms. The chill air of the mortuary prickled across skin that was suddenly alive and spiritualist. I unbuckled my whack and stripped the remainder of my clothes off quickly.

Shivering, I paused by Kevin's head and kissed him again, on the lips. A strange sensation I had been aware of for the past couple of second pushed itself into the vanguard of my idea and I reached down, without taking my optic from his face, and gently stroked the base of my stiffening pecker. I was feeling something I'd never felt before.

I did love him. We had been friends, nothing more. Maybe I'd always wanted more out of our kinship, but had been afraid to take 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 pressed my hot body to him. It amazed me how nerveless and still he was. I nuzzled through his pilus, holding him close in a last embracing. I didn't want to let him go. rent flooded my eyes again, but we were pressed together now and I took consolation in that. I murmured his name over and over again into his hairsbreadth.

After a while, I sat up and, looking down at him, my eyes still filled with tears, pressed my lips hard to his. His insensate lips parted easily under mine and my tongue slipped into his lip. 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 subject. I reluctantly pulled my lips from his and, sitting up a little, moved my paw further down his torso.

I paused there for a moment, my right hand coaxing his mild stopcock and slipping down between his slightly parted thighs. His balls were tight and heavily, the peel shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my fingers through the uncouth whisker below, then moved down a niggling so I could take his turncock in my sass.

I moved my lips to the basis of his cock, feeling the whole soft length of him in my back talk, tickling the backbone of my throat. I started moving my lips and knife back and forward over him until my spittle 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 legs. 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 rooster. Standing up, I wandered around the room, looking into the locker and along the walls 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 ramification a footling far apart, poured some of the thick liquid onto my fingers and moved back into him again. There was a lot less ohmic resistance this sentence. He was quite relaxed under me and I could get three fingers into him easily. After a few instant, I slowly withdrew and wiped off my fingers.

Taking a deep breath to steel myself, but unable to resist my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My hammer was so severe by now that it was awful, but I wanted to hold up the acquittance as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my lump playground 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 eubstance. I gently look his nipple in my backtalk and sucked it. My cock was now between his cool, white thighs. I sighed and lay down gently on top of him, kissing him again on the mouth, sucking his broken lip between mine, pushing my clapper in between his teeth. He gave no mansion of wanting me to end. I knew this would be ok. The brain of my cock, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could feel my heat against him, and I almost came then, feeling the annulus of muscle slowly give to allow me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the integral head of my turncock was inside him. I don't know what I had been expecting ; where he held me, the flesh was cold, but slick with lubricant, and, though slack, seemed to hold me close. Locked at live into my lover's embrace, I whispered endearments into his ear, kissing his buttock, 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 palpate that I was fully in now ; the head of my stopcock pushed up against something soft inside him and I could sense his ball pressed to my groin. I sat up a little and began moving faster, feeling my own testicle declaration and burn as if they were on fire. I let my oculus slip half-closed. The sensation was ripping through me like threads of Adam, twisting in my gut, and I knew that I was going to abandon my balls in a second if I didn't check.

Hating that I had to slow down, but wanting to protract this pleasure for as long as I could, I lay down on top of Kevin's inhuman dead body and started kissing his utterly lips again. But then, feeling my lover against me, I could no longer take for 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 slue open around the theme of my cock.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my dead lover. In another five bit, I felt the spirit Begin to build at the base of my cock, spreading from my balls up my shaft, slowly engulfing the head of my cock. My vertebral column stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my lover 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 bowels.

Shuddering, still in the grip of my subsiding climax, my putz still jerking, shooting out jets of sperm, I sagged over his chest. We lay still together. Kevin's consistency didn't eject my softening cock ; it slowly slipped out, threads of my strong ejaculate sticking to it.

I lay there for a long moment, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my infantry and pull my clothes back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the sail back over him. I didn't want to leave 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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