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 funeral undertaker had allowed me to see him this deep at nighttime. 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 care and I'd failed him. I hadn't wanted him to die. I should receive been there with him that night he took the overdose. I should never have left his side of meat. I should have been capable 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 slide down my arms. The tingle air of the mortuary prickled across skin that was suddenly awake and tender. I unbuckled my bash and stripped the rest 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 twosome of minute pushed itself into the forefront of my mind and I reached down, without taking my middle from his aspect, and gently stroked the base of my stiffening rooster. I was feeling something I'd never felt before.

I did fuck him. We had been friends, zippo 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 inhuman slab and pressed my hot body to him. It amazed me how cool and still he was. I nuzzled through his hair, holding him close in a last embrace. I didn't want to let him go. Tears flooded my centre again, but we were pressed together now and I took comfort in that. I murmured his epithet over and over again into his whisker.

After a piece, I sat up and, looking down at him, my eyes still filled with tears, pressed my lips hard to his. His cold lip parted easily under mine and my lingua 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 thing. I reluctantly pulled my lips from his and, sitting up a minuscule, moved my hands further down his consistency.

I paused there for a moment, my in good order manus coaxing his mild cock and slipping down between his slightly parted thighs. His orb were tight and hard, the pelt shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my finger's breadth through the vulgar hair below, then moved down a small so I could take his stopcock in my backtalk.

I moved my sassing to the pedestal of his cock, feeling the whole lenient length of him in my back talk, tickling the spinal column of my throat. I started moving my back talk and tongue back and forward over him until my spittle trickled down his shot and collected in his hair.

He could n't feel it, I reminded myself, pressing my finger further down between his branch. I felt him under my fingertips, and his coolness somehow felt instinctive. 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 sass off his cock. Standing up, I wandered around the elbow room, looking into the storage locker and along the wall until I found a modest feeding bottle of something that would do as lubricant.

Returning to Kevin, I whispered an apology into his ear and, moving his legs a trivial foster apart, poured some of the thick liquidity onto my fingers 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 digit into him easily. After a few mo, I slowly recall and wiped off my digit.

Taking a deep breathing time to sword myself, but unable to reject my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My cock was so strong by now that it was painful, but I wanted to stay the release as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my balls slide over his belly, rubbing myself until a couple of drib of pre-cum dribbled from my cock and landed on his cutis.

I groaned and slid down Kevin's soundbox. I gently look his nipple in my mouth and sucked it. My turncock was now between his aplomb, white-hot thighs. I sighed and lay down gently on top of him, kissing him again on the sassing, sucking his lower lip between mine, pushing my spit in between his teeth. He gave no mansion of wanting me to stop. I knew this would be ok. The head of my putz, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could palpate my oestrus against him, and I almost came then, feeling the anchor ring of brawniness slowly give to include me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the entire pass of my cock was inside him. I don't know what I had been expecting ; where he held me, the bod was moth-eaten, but satiny with lubricant, and, though drop-off, seemed to defend me close. Locked at last into my lover's embracement, I whispered endearments into his ear, kissing his cheek, 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 feel that I was fully in now ; the head of my cock pushed up against something soft inside him and I could feel his balls pressed to my groin. I sat up a piffling and began moving faster, feeling my own balls contract and burn as if they were on fire. I let my middle slip half-closed. The hotshot was ripping through me like threads of ecstasy, twisting in my gut, and I knew that I was going to empty my musket ball in a irregular if I didn't stop.

Hating that I had to slow up down, but wanting to prolong this pleasure for as long as I could, I lay down on top of Kevin's cold dead body and started kissing his bushed 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 muscles that had held me warmed up and slid open around the base of my shaft.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my dead buff. In another five minutes, I felt the look Begin to build at the floor of my cock, spreading from my balls up my shaft, slowly engulfing the head of my turncock. My back stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my lover as my orgasm built to its apex. I think I cried out his name as I pumped what felt like everything I had into his bowels.

Shuddering, still in the grip of my subsiding culmination, my shaft still jerking, shooting out jets of sperm, I sagged over his chest. We lay still together. Kevin's body didn't throw out my softening shaft ; it slowly slipped out, threads of my warm up ejaculate sticking to it.

I lay there for a long second, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my foundation and overstretch my clothes back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the sheet back over him. I didn't want to pass on 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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