Charlie and the ManBoy 4 End

Jack

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End of my rocker loves floater fantasy

The Hustler rocked gently in the water, drifting. Charlie went topside and looked around the dark sea, making sure no other vessels were near. Nothing but the dark sea and the starry sky. Ok. Charlie headed back down, and stood looking over at ManBoy. He was half on the bunk with his knees on the floor. He looked small and fragile. Semen had trickled from his ruined anus to streak his legs. Charlie thought an apology to his lover for having victimized him again only to toss him forever into the sea.

Arriving far from the island in the dark, Charlie had expected to simply place the body in the water and head home. He understood the current well enough that he felt the guy would never be found on the huge sea. And he did not want to weight him and send him forever deep.

But when he hauled the corpse from where he had stowed it, and unwrapped him, that old lust had come back. The engine's heat had taken the chill off of the body, and Charlie took him to the bunk. It was a low, tapering space, but cozy for lovers. He crawled in beside ManBoy. After so much time he was limp. He kissed the dead mouth, admiring the dead face. His lover was looking more dead now. His half-open eyes were milky, the lips dry. At least his mouth would close. He bent over the penis, and pulled it erect. All rigidity was gone, it was a sad, too small cock. He put it in his mouth anyway, and pulled it with his teeth. Then he used his mouth on the scrotum. By the time he was done with that, Charlie had another fat erection. He climbed out, pulled the corpse to the edge of the bed, and grabbed the lubricant to prepare himself for the guy's anus.

He lovingly opened ManBoy's butt, and slipped his lubricated penis against the guy's anus. He was not an expert on human anatomy, but he knew ManBoy's anus was too loose. He realized his would not be the first penis to enter the dead guy. Then he rammed himself in, gasping a bit. The next few minutes were a savage blur of sex. Nothing less than rape. He twisted the corpse's face to him and was probing his mouth with his tongue when he climaxed, long, hard and deep.

But now it was time to put him overboard. Charlie carried ManBoy up the ladder and out into the cockpit. He sat his dead lover on the gunwale and held him up. Charilie put his arms around the corpse and put his face to the dead man's face. He kissed him farewell and let him fall backwards. When Charlie looked in the water the guy had rolled face down. Charlie almost decided to fish him out, but made himself start the boat and head for home.

As the Hustler roared back Charlie felt a mixture of relief and sadness. He had gotten away with it, and he was now without the best lover he had ever had.

His thoughts turned to Elliot. The stars were lovely, the sea was no more than slightly agitated. He would be home in minutes. He was sober as a judge, more so probably. But there was guilt with the college kid, and that nagging worry about Elliot. He thought of Elliot's pretty cock at the naked pool party, the women giggling and talking about him.

The Hustler roared toward the island and his home. Maybe then a drink. Just one.
 
HOt hot hot story!
And then the pic of manboy!
I read a book while in high school about girl who could only orgasm while sucking cock and she did her dead boyfriend in funeral home.
Thanks for story and pic.
 
Hi Luke Moran

Can you find that story for us, I'd love to read it.

Jack
 
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