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Our First Time
by Francis (address withheld)
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An older man mourns the love he lost. (MM, nec, rom)
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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 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
night he took the overdose. I should never have left
his side. I should have 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 slide down my arms. The
chill air of the mortuary prickled across skin that was
suddenly alive and sensitive. I unbuckled my belt and
stripped the rest of my clothes off quickly.
Shivering, I paused by Neil’s head and kissed him
again, on the lips. A strange sensation I had been
aware of for the past couple of minutes pushed itself
into the forefront of my mind and I reached down,
without taking my eyes from his face, 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.
I lay down next to him on the 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 embrace. I didn’t want to let him go. Tears
flooded my eyes again, but we were pressed together now
and I took comfort in that. I murmured his name 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 body, moving
slowly until I sat astride him. He was limp under me,
but somehow that didn’t matter. I reluctantly pulled my
lips from his and, sitting up a little, moved my hands
further down his body.
I paused there for a moment, my right hand coaxing his
soft cock and slipping down between his slightly parted
thighs. His balls were tight and hard, the skin
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 mouth.
I moved my lips to the base of his cock, feeling the
whole soft length of him in my mouth, tickling the back
of my throat. I started moving my lips and tongue back
and forward over him until my saliva trickled down his
shaft and collected in his hair.
He couldn't feel it, I reminded myself, pressing my
fingers further down between his legs. I felt him under
my fingertips, and his coolness somehow felt natural. I
gently pushed one finger inside him. He was dry, and I
couldn'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 cabinets and along the walls
until I found a small bottle of something that would do
as lubricant.
Returning to Neil, I whispered an apology into his ear
and, moving his legs a little further apart, poured
some of the thick liquid onto my fingers 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 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
cock was so hard by now that it was painful, 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 Neil’s body. I gently look his
nipple in my mouth and sucked it. My cock was now
between his cool, white thighs. I sighed and lay down
gently on top of him, kissing him again on the mouth,
sucking his lower lip between mine, pushing my tongue
in between his teeth. He gave no sign of wanting me to
stop. I knew this would be ok. The head of my cock,
swollen and naked, pressed against him. I could feel my
heat against him, and I almost came then, feeling the
ring of muscle slowly give to admit me.
‘Neil…’ I sighed as I pushed in deeper until the entire
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 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
cheek, throat and lips 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
little and began moving faster, feeling my own balls
contract and burn as if they were on fire. I let my
eyes slip half-closed. The sensation was ripping
through me like threads of ecstasy, twisting in my gut,
and I knew that I was going to empty my balls in a
second 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 Neil’s cold body and started kissing his dead 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 cock.
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 balls up my shaft, slowly engulfing
the head of my cock. My back stiffened and I thrust
forwards violently, no longer caring for my lover as my
orgasm built to its peak. 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 climax,
my cock still jerking, shooting out jets of sperm, I
sagged over his chest. We lay still together. Neil’s
body didn’t expel my softening cock; it slowly slipped
out, threads of my warm come sticking to it.
I lay there for a long moment, 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 leave 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 couldn't live
without him...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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