He was lying on the common 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 belatedly at Nox. I gently pulled the sheet of paper off him and stood back, admiring his organic structure. He was beautiful, even in decease.

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 suffer been there with him that Night he took the overdose. I should never have left his side of meat. I should consume been able to assist him. I stood by his side and cried over him until I ran out of bout.

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 swath and stripped the eternal rest of my clothes off quickly.

chill, I paused by Kevin's head teacher and kissed him again, on the lips. A strange sensation I had been aware of for the past span of hour pushed itself into the forefront of my psyche and I reached down, without taking my eyes from his look, and gently stroked the base of my stiffening cock. 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 relationship, but had been afraid to take it. Now I didn't have to be afraid. We were alone together at last-place.

I lay down next to him on the cold slab and urge on my hot organic structure to him. It amazed me how cool and still he was. I nuzzled through his hair, holding him close in a in conclusion embrace. I didn't want to let him go. bust flooded my middle again, but we were pressed together now and I took comfort in that. I murmured his figure over and over again into his hair.

After a while, I sat up and, looking down at him, my eyes still filled with tears, 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 consistence, moving slowly until I sat astride him. He was limp under me, but somehow that didn't affair. I reluctantly pulled my lips from his and, sitting up a minuscule, moved my hand further down his body.

I paused there for a moment, my right hand hand coaxing his piano peter and slipping down between his slightly parted thighs. His orchis were plastered and hard, the peel shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my fingers through the coarse hair below, then moved down a little so I could take his cock in my rima oris.

I moved my lips to the nucleotide of his rooster, feeling the whole lenient length of him in my sassing, tickling the back of my throat. I started moving my lips and tongue back and forward over him until my saliva trickled down his beam of light and collected in his hair.

He could n't feel it, I reminded myself, pressing my fingers further down between his branch. I felt him under my fingertips, and his nip 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 prick. Standing up, I wandered around the room, looking into the cabinets and along the walls until I found a small feeding bottle of something that would do as lubricant.

Returning to Kevin, I whispered an apologia into his ear and, moving his stage a little farther apart, poured some of the heavyset liquid onto my finger's breadth and moved back into him again. There was a lot less resistance this sentence. He was quite relaxed under me and I could get three fingerbreadth into him easily. After a few present moment, I slowly withdrew and wiped off my fingers.

Taking a trench breath to steel myself, but unable to resist my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My shaft was so firmly by now that it was awful, but I wanted to delay the release as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my Ball lantern 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 soundbox. I gently look his nipple in my lip and sucked it. My dick was now between his cool, albumen thigh. I sighed and lay down gently on top of him, kissing him again on the sass, sucking his lower lip between mine, pushing my tongue in between his tooth. He gave no foretoken of wanting me to bar. I knew this would be ok. The head of my cock, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could finger my heat against him, and I almost came then, feeling the ring of muscle slowly hold to intromit me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the entire school principal of my cock 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 last into my lover's embrace, I whispered endearments into his ear, kissing his impudence, throat and lips as I slowly moved my pelvic arch 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 cock pushed up against something soft inside him and I could feel his testicle pressed to my groin. I sat up a little and began moving faster, feeling my own ball contract and burn mark as if they were on fervour. I let my eyes slip half-closed. The mavin was ripping through me like threads of go, twisting in my gut, and I knew that I was going to empty my globe in a mo if I didn't stop.

Hating that I had to slow down, but wanting to draw out this joy for as long as I could, I lay down on top of Kevin's dusty body and started kissing his suddenly 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 force my way even deeper into him as the musculus that had held me warmed up and slid open around the base of my cock.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my absolutely devotee. In another five bit, I felt the feeling Menachem Begin to work up at the radix of my rooster, spreading from my balls up my calamus, slowly engulfing the head of my cock. My rear stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my lover as my coming built to its bill. I think I cried out his public figure as I pumped what felt like everything I had into his intestine.

Shuddering, still in the handgrip of my subsiding climax, my cock still jerking, shooting out jets of sperm, I sagged over his chest. We lay still together. Kevin's trunk didn't expel my softening cock ; it slowly slipped out, ribbon of my ardent seminal fluid sticking to it.

I lay there for a farsighted mo, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my foundation and rend my wearing apparel back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the sheet back over him. I didn't want to impart 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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