BritLad
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My boyfriend Rob died 4 years ago from a very rare form of bone cancer which started in his rib and spread rapidly that he only lasted for about 6 months after diagnosis. He was the cutest man you could ever meet, handsome, charming, incredibly sexy and with an enormous sexual appetite. Nobody ever guessed he had advanced cancer because he looked so fit and healthy. When it got to his last week he went into hospital mainly to control the pain and I was allowed to stay in his room with him. He knew he didn’t have long and tried to make me feel better about him dying. He used to get a lot of pleasure and comfort from me climbing into bed with him and holding him while kissing him and he absolutely adored me sucking him off. The night he died we got into bed together and I was holding him and we were kissing while I was thinking how much I loved him and how beautiful he was. I was playing with his dick after giving him a blow job, which he loved and he had still got a raging hard on. He went quiet and I was looking at him, looking into his beautiful brown eyes when he died in my arms. He gave a quiet gurgling sound and stopped breathing. I held him and listened to his heart slowly stop and then looked in his eyes telling him it’s ok I’m here with you. I kissed him as I felt his beautiful 9 inch cock go soft and limp. I laid there with him dead for about 40 minutes, cuddling him, kissing him and talking to him, stroking his hair and looking into his beautiful eyes while hoding his penis and balls. Then I called the nurse. It was the most peaceful death you could imagine. I still get comfort that I was there with him being intimate as he loved when he died.