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 mortician had allowed me to see him this late 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 felo-de-se. This young man had been under my charge and I'd failed him. I hadn't wanted him to die. I should have been there with him that night he took the overdose. I should never give left his side. I should get been able 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 slip down my weaponry. The chill air of the mortuary prickled across skin that was suddenly alive and spiritualist. I unbuckled my belt and stripped the rest of my clothes off quickly.

Shivering, I paused by Kevin's head word and kissed him again, on the mouth. A strange sensation I had been mindful of for the past brace of minutes pushed itself into the forefront of my mind and I reached down, without taking my eyes from his expression, and gently stroked the base of my stiffening rooster. I was feeling something I'd never felt before.

I did have it off him. We had been friends, cipher more. Maybe I'd always wanted more out of our family relationship, but had been afraid to take in 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 pressed my hot torso to him. It amazed me how cool and still he was. I nuzzled through his whisker, holding him close in a finish bosom. I didn't want to let him go. teardrop flooded my eyes again, but we were pressed together now and I took comforter in that. I murmured his name over and over again into his hair's-breadth.

After a while, I sat up and, looking down at him, my eyes still filled with rip, pressed my brim hard to his. His dusty sassing parted easily under mine and my tongue slipped into his sassing. He accepted me. I continued kissing him, caressing his torso, 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 petty, moved my hands further down his consistence.

I paused there for a moment, my veracious hand coaxing his balmy cock and slipping down between his slightly parted thigh. His balls were pissed and hard, the hide shrunken tightly over them. I rubbed my fingers through the vulgar hair below, then moved down a footling so I could ingest his cock in my oral fissure.

I moved my lips to the bag of his prick, feeling the whole soft length of him in my mouth, tickling the back of my throat. I started moving my lip and clapper back and forward over him until my saliva trickled down his shaft and collected in his hair.

He could n't feel it, I reminded myself, pressing my digit further down between his pegleg. I felt him under my fingertips, and his coolness somehow felt natural. I gently pushed one finger's breadth 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 way, looking into the cabinets and along the paries until I found a humble 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 compact liquid onto my digit 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 mo, I slowly withdrew and wiped off my finger's breadth.

Taking a cryptical breathing spell to steel myself, but unable to resist my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My stopcock was so hard by now that it was sore, but I wanted to delay 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 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 tit in my oral cavity and sucked it. My dick was now between his cool, white second joint. I sighed and lay down gently on top of him, kissing him again on the mouth, sucking his let down lip between mine, pushing my tongue in between his teeth. He gave no signal of wanting me to stop. I knew this would be ok. The head of my shaft, swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could feel my heat against him, and I almost came then, feeling the tintinnabulation of brawniness slowly give to include me.

‘ Kevin ...'I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the intact caput of my cock was inside him. I don't know what I had been expecting ; where he held me, the bod was cold, but slick with lubricant, and, though slack, seemed to hold me close. Locked at finis into my lover's embrace, I whispered endearments into his ear, kissing his cheek, 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 diffuse inside him and I could feel his balls pressed to my breakwater. I sat up a little and began moving faster, feeling my own balls contract bridge and burn as if they were on fire. I let my optic slip half-closed. The sentience was ripping through me like threads of ecstasy, twisting in my gut, and I knew that I was going to empty my bollock in a second if I didn't halt.

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 cold body and started kissing his dead rim 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 pull my way even deeper into him as the muscles that had held me warmed up and slid candid around the base of my cock.

I was pumping harder now, panting and groaning inside my all in devotee. In another five minutes, I felt the look begin to make at the base of my peter, spreading from my testis up my diaphysis, slowly engulfing the chief of my prick. My spinal column stiffened and I thrust forwards violently, no longer caring for my lover as my sexual climax built to its peak. I think I cried out his gens as I pumped what felt like everything I had into his bowels.

Shuddering, still in the clutch of my subsiding climax, my prick still jerking, shooting out super acid of sperm cell, I sagged over his chest. We lay still together. Kevin's consistence didn't drum out my softening cock ; it slowly slipped out, threads of my warm up come sticking to it.

I lay there for a farsighted moment, exhausted. Eventually, I forced myself to get to my feet and extract my clothes back on. Reluctantly, I cleaned him up and pulled the sheet back over him. I didn't want to leave him for the coroner's saw, but I didn't have much of a option.

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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