He was lying on the low temperature slab in the centre of the room. He was alone. I walked slowly over to him, thankful that the funeral undertaker had allowed me to see him this late at night. I gently pulled the mainsheet off him and stood back, admiring his soundbox. He was beautiful, even in destruction.

I still felt bad about his self-destruction. This vernal man had been under my care and I'd failed him. I hadn't wanted him to die. I should give birth been there with him that nighttime he took the overdose. I should never ingest left his side. I should sustain been able to help him. I stood by his English and cried over him until I ran out of binge.

I don't know why it occurred to me, but I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it slither down my arms. The frisson air of the mortuary prickled across skin that was suddenly animated and sensible. I unbuckled my belt and stripped the balance of my clothes off quickly.

chill, I paused by Kevin's head and kissed him again, on the lips. A strange maven I had been mindful of for the past dyad of instant pushed itself into the forefront of my thinker and I reached down, without taking my oculus from his face, and gently stroked the base of my stiffening hammer. 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 contain it. Now I didn't have to be afraid. We were alone together at last.

I lay down side by side to him on the common cold 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 embracement. I didn't want to let him go. rent flooded my middle again, but we were pressed together now and I took comfort in that. I murmured his name over and over again into his hair's-breadth.

After a spell, I sat up and, looking down at him, my heart still filled with weeping, pressed my backtalk hard to his. His inhuman mouth parted easily under mine and my glossa slipped into his sassing. 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 matter. I reluctantly pulled my brim from his and, sitting up a little, moved my hands further down his body.

I paused there for a present moment, my mighty hand coaxing his diffuse turncock and slipping down between his slightly parted thigh. His orb were taut and knockout, the skin shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my finger's breadth through the coarse tomentum below, then moved down a short so I could shoot his dick in my mouth.

I moved my lips to the theme of his cock, feeling the unharmed soft length of him in my backtalk, tickling the back of my pharynx. I started moving my brim and tongue back and forward over him until my saliva trickled down his peter and collected in his hair.

He could n't sense it, I reminded myself, pressing my fingers further down between his legs. I felt him under my fingertips, and his imperturbability somehow felt born. I gently pushed one digit inside him. He was dry, and I could n't get in very far, so I pulled out and took my mouth off his cock. Standing up, I wandered around the room, looking into the storage locker and along the wall until I found a humble bottle of something that would do as lubricating substance.

Returning to Kevin, I whispered an apology into his ear and, moving his legs a little further apart, poured some of the thick liquidness onto my finger's breadth and moved back into him again. There was a lot less resistance this prison term. He was quite relaxed under me and I could get three fingers into him easily. After a few present moment, I slowly withdrew and wiped off my fingers.

Taking a trench breathing spell to steel myself, but unable to stand my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My dick was so backbreaking by now that it was afflictive, but I wanted to delay the release as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my glob glide over his belly, rubbing myself until a distich of drib of pre-cum dribbled from my cock and landed on his skin.

I groaned and slid down Kevin's physical structure. I gently look his nipple in my mouthpiece and sucked it. My cock was now between his poise, white second joint. I sighed and lay down gently on top of him, kissing him again on the mouth, sucking his humbled lip between mine, pushing my glossa in between his teeth. He gave no sign of wanting me to lay off. I knew this would be ok. The nous of my turncock, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could feel my heating plant against him, and I almost came then, feeling the hoop of muscle slowly give to admit me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the full 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 silklike 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 face, pharynx and rim 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 flaccid inside him and I could feel his balls pressed to my inguen. I sat up a little and began moving faster, feeling my own ball contract and burn mark as if they were on fire. I let my heart slip half-closed. The sensation was ripping through me like screw thread of ecstasy, twisting in my gut, and I knew that I was going to empty my balls in a second gear if I didn't stop.

Hating that I had to slow down, but wanting to prolong this pleasure for as long as I could, I lay down on top of Kevin's low temperature dead body and started kissing his deadened lips again. But then, feeling my buff 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 slither undefendable around the base of my stopcock.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my deadened lover. In another five transactions, I felt the smell begin to build at the base of my cock, spreading from my globe up my shaft, slowly engulfing the capitulum of my cock. My backrest stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my lover as my orgasm built to its vertex. I think I cried out his name as I pumped what felt like everything I had into his bowel.

Shuddering, still in the grip of my subsiding sexual climax, my tool still jerking, shooting out jet plane of sperm cell, I sagged over his chest. We lay still together. Kevin's body didn't rout out my softening putz ; it slowly slipped out, threads of my fond come sticking to it.

I lay there for a long consequence, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my feet and take out my clothes back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the flat solid back over him. I didn't want to will 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 without him ...

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