He was lying on the gurney, waiting for me. I 'd lied to the funeral director, I 'd said I wanted a viewing, open casket. I wanted him to look skillful. I 'd never seen him in a suit of clothes before. The truth was I just wanted to see him one last fourth dimension.

It was n't as if I was planning this all along. All I wanted was a few more hours with him, a few more hr to only deepen the pain that filled me. I did n't stand for it to end up happening the way it did, but he 'd been in my dreaming and nightmares since that day I walked into the mortuary and saw him lying there, and made dearest to him. He was so beautiful, so untried and barren, still scarred from the fury of his life, though he 'd never talked about it to me.

I 'd lay him, dressed, on my bed, the drape drawn, the door locked. I restrained myself for a couple of hours. But I loved him and I did n't want to let him go.

I tried to explain myself to him as I undressed him, gently unfastening each push, forcing myself to go slowly, ignoring the urgency of my own frustrated desires. I slowly slid the shirt off over his insensate shoulders and stood back to admire him. Now he was half-naked, I could see the wound the coroner had left, the incision where he 'd cut into the dead build, looking for something I could never see. Thank god for the abbreviated autopsy.

They 'd launch him - the police - slumped on a bed in a inexpensive flat on the bad side of town, deadened. Overdose, they 'd said, and the medical examiner had agreed. Heroin. self-destruction. There had been a broken syringe lying beside the bed, but they did n't have it away where he 'd got the drugs from. There had been no Federal Reserve note, but the door and windows were closed and it was impossible that it had been slaying.

Kevin had a vaguely lunate scar on his shoulder from an old love-bite. I do n't know what kind of things he 'd been forced to do when he was alert. I know that he 'd hated the thought of sex. He would stimulate resisted me when he was alive. I bent low over him and opened his mouth with a docile osculation.

His cold lip were business firm against mine, and I pushed my tongue past tense, into his dry mouth, rubbing myself up against his tongue, plunging into the depths of him, moving more passionately as my desire flamed inside me. He did n't oppose, but as I carried on kissing him, I only felt the urge even more than before. I reached down and itch my swollen dick through my trouser.

I broke off the kiss, and, moving quickly, dragged off my clothes until I stood naked and trembling beside the bed. It took me ten minutes to fetch up undressing him, ten min which only made me madder with lecherousness. Tearing off the last few shadow of his habiliment, I grabbed a pot from the bedside board and smeared Vaseline over my rock-hard cock, massaging my balls as I stood over him, desperate to consummate my dear one in conclusion fourth dimension.

I got on top of him, like I had before, and, hooking my bridge player under his common cold thighs, lifted his legs so that I could press the headland of my cock to his chess opening. I pushed myself into him much easier this sentence, though my cock was so laborious that the head was swollen far beyond convention, bloated and purple, dribbling wooden-headed pre-cum. I sighed as I pushed myself in as far as I could then stayed still for a moment, breathing intemperate, forcing myself to take it slack.

'I love you, Kevin ,'I panted.

I began to push in and out of him, as gently as if I was making love to a woman, my lustfulness turning me into a barely-controlled colossus. I chewed at his articulatio humeri, his mamilla, his lips, tongue-fucking him as my shaft slid slowly backwards and forwards inside his closely bowels. Pushing myself in as far as I could, I made humping motion to ram every last inch of my cock into him.

It did n't live very long. I could n't help myself, but I started bucking violently into his body. It did n't matter that I was fucking a corpse, it did n't matter that this was wrong. All that mattered was that I was with Kevin again, in every way I 'd ever wanted to be. He was mine. With a groan of mingled pleasure and despair, I thrust deeply into him, shuddering as my repressed come flooded out of me.

I lay beside him for the succeeding time of day or so, not caring for the time that slipped slowly past us, just enjoying his society. I played with my cock, already slippery with a mixture of my orgasm and Vaseline, until it began to harden again beneath my digit. I slipped a synthetic rubber rooster ring down over the swelling drumhead, threading it down to the thick base.

The golosh pulled back my foreskin. I was about seven inches long, and a couple midst at the pedestal, so the mob was biting quite tightly into my hide already. As I stroked myself, a free fall of cum oozed out of my slit and I rubbed it over my head with the medallion of my hands, bucking my articulatio coxae up to satisfy my own caresses.

I knelt between his legs and lifted them until I could get his genu over my shoulders. I could inscribe him easily and deeply like this, leaning against the dead weight of his body. I played with his limp cock, squeezed his stale balls, wondering whether there was still a spark of life trapped in there. I locked my arms around his soft thighs and started slowly pumping in and out of his loose bowel. My own semen churned around my pecker, oozing out of him, cementing us together in our bosom.

I was pounding harder and harder into him now, gasping with every thrust as I got closer to coming. His soundbox shuddered against me as my balls tightened. I fucked him violently. I screamed out his name again and again, wanting him to find my heating plant deep inside him, as I jerked for the second time that day, jetting my life into his cold, short bowels.

As soon as my coming had subsided, I turned him over and entered him again. My semen was already beginning to filter down over his globe and onto the sheets and he was so decompress now that I could fight my replete length in with one soft thrust. My cock was still erect, but only because of the halo. I moved in and out until the ace became too very much for me. Then, with one final push, I sheathed myself in him up to my balls and kissed his neck and cheek.

There was only way I could ever truly have him now.

'Why could n't you have taken me with you ?'I whispered into his ear. 'Why did you leave me ?'

He did n't answer. I sighed and pressed my cheek to the incline of his head. I had n't felt the rent start, but my oculus were burning now. I tried to hold back the choking coil of a sob, but I could n't.

I reached out to the gun, lying on the bedside table. It felt heavy in my paw. I was exhausted and trembling. Gently, I pressed the muzzle of the gun to his cold lips. His teeth scraped along the bbl as I forced it deeper in, until the gag pressed against the side of his cheek, pointing straight upwards.

I had said I 'd never leave him, that I 'd always be by his side. I had to keep on my promise to him, even if he would n't see it honored. I would never leave him. I took a inscrutable breath and squeezed my heart closed. My digit tightened on the initiation.

'Goodbye, Kevin ,'I murmured, bust filling my eyes at this last consequence. My last moment with him. I pulled the initiation.

I just could n't go without him .