He was lying on the cold slab in the midsection of the room. He was alone. I walked slowly over to him, thankful that the mortician had allowed me to see him this former at night. I gently pulled the 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 attention and I'd failed him. I hadn't wanted him to die. I should take been there with him that Nox he took the overdose. I should never take left his side. I should let been able to help him. I stood by his side and cried over him until I ran out of rip.

I don't know why it occurred to me, but I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it slip down my arms. The chill air of the mortuary prickled across pelt that was suddenly alive and sensible. I unbuckled my rap and stripped the relief of my clothes off quickly.

Shivering, I paused by Kevin's top dog and kissed him again, on the lips. A strange sensation I had been cognizant of for the retiring couple of minutes pushed itself into the forefront of my psyche and I reached down, without taking my eyes from his face, and gently stroked the foot of my stiffening cock. I was feeling something I'd never felt before.

I did love him. We had been booster, aught 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 next to him on the cold slab and urge my hot body to him. It amazed me how poise and still he was. I nuzzled through his haircloth, holding him close in a final stage embrace. I didn't want to let him go. tears flooded my heart again, but we were pressed together now and I took puff in that. I murmured his public figure 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 lips hard to his. His coldness lips parted easily under mine and my tongue slipped into his rima oris. He accepted me. I continued kissing him, caressing his consistency, moving slowly until I sat astride him. He was limp under me, but somehow that didn't matter. I reluctantly pulled my brim from his and, sitting up a picayune, moved my hands further down his body.

I paused there for a moment, my rectify hand coaxing his soft shaft and slipping down between his slightly parted thighs. His orb were squiffy and gruelling, the hide shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my finger through the coarse whisker below, then moved down a piddling so I could film his cock in my sass.

I moved my lips to the Base of his hammer, feeling the unscathed soft duration of him in my mouthpiece, tickling the back of my throat. I started moving my brim and tongue back and forward over him until my saliva trickled down his gibe and collected in his hair.

He could n't finger it, I reminded myself, pressing my fingers further down between his legs. I felt him under my fingertips, and his coolness somehow felt innate. 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 oral fissure off his cock. Standing up, I wandered around the room, looking into the cabinet 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 legs a little further apart, poured some of the dense liquid onto my finger's breadth 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 withdrew and wiped off my digit.

Taking a deep breath to steel myself, but ineffectual to resist my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My cock was so laborious by now that it was painful, but I wanted to delay the dismission as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my clod slide over his belly, rubbing myself until a duad 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 mouth and sucked it. My prick was now between his assuredness, livid 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 sign of wanting me to stop. I knew this would be ok. The point of my cock, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could feel my heating against him, and I almost came then, feeling the ring of brawn slowly consecrate to accept me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the integral head of my cock was inside him. I don't know what I had been expecting ; where he held me, the flesh was cold, but slipperiness with lube, and, though quag, seemed to hold me close. Locked at last into my lover's embrace, I whispered endearments into his ear, kissing his cheek, pharynx and lips as I slowly moved my pelvis 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 head of my turncock pushed up against something soft inside him and I could find his Lucille Ball pressed to my groin. I sat up a fiddling and began moving faster, feeling my own balls contract and burn mark as if they were on ardor. I let my eyes slip half-closed. The sense impression was ripping through me like threads of ecstasy, twisting in my gut, and I knew that I was going to evacuate my balls in a mo if I didn't diaphragm.

Hating that I had to slow down, but wanting to draw out this pleasance for as hanker as I could, I lay down on top of Kevin's inhuman organic structure and started kissing his dead rim again. But then, feeling my fan 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 muscles that had held me warmed up and slew outdoors around the al-Qaeda of my peter.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my dead lover. In another five minutes, I felt the tone begin to build at the base of my turncock, spreading from my balls up my rotating shaft, slowly engulfing the head of my rooster. My spine stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my buff as my orgasm built to its peak. I think I cried out his name as I pumped what felt like everything I had into his gut.

Shuddering, still in the bag of my subsiding climax, my cock still jerking, shooting out jet of sperm, I sagged over his chest. We lay still together. Kevin's dead body didn't expel my softening cock ; it slowly slipped out, threads of my tender ejaculate sticking to it.

I lay there for a long import, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my foot and deplume my clothes back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the shroud 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 on without him ...

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