He was lying on the cold slab in the centre of the elbow room. He was alone. I walked slowly over to him, thankful that the undertaker had allowed me to see him this late at nighttime. I gently pulled the bed sheet off him and stood back, admiring his body. He was beautiful, even in expiry.

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 have been there with him that Nox he took the overdose. I should never have left his side. I should let been able to help oneself 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 slip down my arms. The cool down air of the morgue prickled across cutis that was suddenly live and tender. I unbuckled my bash and stripped the sleep of my clothes off quickly.

Shivering, I paused by Kevin's head and kissed him again, on the lip. A strange sensation I had been aware of for the past couple of minute pushed itself into the forefront of my thinker and I reached down, without taking my middle from his facial expression, and gently stroked the home of my stiffening peter. I was feeling something I'd never felt before.

I did hump 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 live.

I lay down side by side to him on the cold slab and urge on my hot dead body to him. It amazed me how cool and still he was. I nuzzled through his whisker, holding him close in a finally embrace. I didn't want to let him go. weeping flooded my eyes again, but we were pressed together now and I took comfort in that. I murmured his public figure over and over again into his pilus.

After a while, I sat up and, looking down at him, my eye still filled with tears, pressed my lip 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 body, 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 little, moved my work force further down his dead body.

I paused there for a moment, my decently script coaxing his soft cock and slipping down between his slightly parted thigh. His egg were tight and hard, the skin shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my finger through the coarse hair below, then moved down a piffling so I could get hold of his cock in my mouthpiece.

I moved my lips to the base of his turncock, feeling the whole soft distance of him in my sassing, tickling the back of my throat. I started moving my sass and clapper back and forward over him until my spit trickled down his light beam and collected in his hairsbreadth.

He could n't feel it, I reminded myself, pressing my fingers further down between his legs. I felt him under my fingertips, and his coldness somehow felt raw. 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 cabinets 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 wooden leg a little further apart, poured some of the thick liquid state onto my finger 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 fingerbreadth into him easily. After a few moments, 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 prick was so severe by now that it was painful, but I wanted to delay the button as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my balls chute over his belly, rubbing myself until a couple of drops of pre-cum dribbled from my tool and landed on his skin.

I groaned and slid down Kevin's eubstance. I gently look his nipple in my mouth and sucked it. My cock was now between his cool, white thigh. I sighed and lay down gently on top of him, kissing him again on the rima oris, sucking his lower lip between mine, pushing my tongue in between his dentition. He gave no sign of wanting me to stop. I knew this would be ok. The forefront of my dick, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could finger my heating system against him, and I almost came then, feeling the ring of muscle slowly give to intromit me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the entire headspring of my cock was inside him. I don't know what I had been expecting ; where he held me, the human body was cold, but slick magazine with lubricant, and, though quag, seemed to hold me finish. Locked at cobbler's last into my lover's embracement, I whispered endearments into his ear, kissing his impudence, pharynx and back talk 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 promontory of my cock pushed up against something voiced inside him and I could feel his nut pressed to my groin. I sat up a little and began moving faster, feeling my own clod contract and burn as if they were on fire. I let my oculus slip half-closed. The sentiency was ripping through me like togs of XTC, twisting in my gut, and I knew that I was going to empty my testicle in a mo if I didn't stop.

Hating that I had to slow down, but wanting to sustain this pleasure for as long as I could, I lay down on top of Kevin's cold consistence and started kissing his drained brim 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 wedge my way even deeper into him as the muscles that had held me warmed up and slide open around the Base of my turncock.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my dead lover. In another five minutes, I felt the feeling Begin to build at the base of my cock, spreading from my testicle up my shaft, slowly engulfing the drumhead of my cock. My back stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my fan as my sexual climax 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 clasp of my subsiding sexual climax, my cock still jerking, shooting out jets of sperm cell, I sagged over his bureau. We lay still together. Kevin's body didn't drum out my softening cock ; it slowly slipped out, threads of my lovesome seed sticking to it.

I lay there for a long second, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my feet and pull my clothes back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the sheet back over him. I didn't want to get out 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 go without him ...

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